//------------------------------// // Pinkie Pride // Story: Two Background Ponies Revisit Season Four // by Piccolo Sky //------------------------------// Pinkie Pride Another day, another cookie outing for Sam and Carl. This one, however, Sam had to admit was a bit unusual compared to past ones. Carl actually had a stack of books nearby, and was reading through them with a curious look as time went on. Sam ate his cookies in peace as he watched him, for once thinking of "letting it slide"...but finally he sighed. "...Alright, I'll bite. What are you reading, Carl?" "Oh. Just what I heard yesterday, Sam. You remember when the pink one and the cheesy one were having a competition, right?" Sam narrowed his eyes. "...Pinkie and Cheese, Carl. You're going to offend people if you can't remember their names for more than one day. And it was called a 'Goof-Off'." "Exactly. You know, for years, I thought if you wanted to 'goof-off' all you had to do was just waste time playing video games or eating cookies. But it turns out it's not just an expression, but an actual detailed ceremony with distinct rules. I wondered what other expression we use all the time without knowing the true reason for it. So I looked them up...and check it out. There's quite a few and some of them get pretty odd. Like here's one...a 'feeding frenzy'. A true feeding frenzy means you have to spin in a circle like one of those old Tasmanian Devil cartoons while crashing your body into tables at an eatery while seizing items of food off of random people's tables and tossing them upward, and then you have to catch them in your mouth. You continue until all food is consumed or the police are called." "Huh. What do you get if you win?" "Antacid." "...What if you lose?" "A jail sentence for public disturbance." "Weird." Carl thought a moment. "What about 'rise-and-shine'?" "Check it...you have to wait until you wake up, and then quickly start covering your body with as much high-gloss finish as you can while standing on the roof of the tallest building in town. Whoever passes out from the fumes and falls off of the building first loses." "Urk...what does the winner get for that?" "A BLT sandwich. Like I said, these are odd." "What does the loser get?" "Depending on the size of the building? Either a free plot in the cemetery or a mercy killing." "That's just creepy." "That's nothing. Here's one for a 'No-Brainer'. I won't go through the details, but let's just say it involves shoving a lot of red-hot pokers up each other's noses... The winner gets...free cleaning supplies for a month...for some reason..." "Good Celestia! Aren't there any harmless ones? Like, I don't know, 'spill the beans'?" "Oh no, Carl. That one involves dumping red-hot, fresh, cooked beans on your own hooves until the third degree burns cripple you for life. Not even much of a prize for it..." He looked a bit closer, and raised an eyebrow. "50% off your next purchase of office furniture...huh?" The blue stallion was simply confused after that one. Carl suddenly tapped on one. "Oh, here's one! Get your pipes cleaned..." "I don't think I want to hear that one, Carl..." "Why not? All you're doing is seeing who can clean and polish each other's plumbing the fastest. And you win..." He blinked. "...an nonexpressive, post-contemporary curio? While the loser gets...a booting? When the heck was this book written?" "Carl, just get rid of those stupid books. It's not like anyone does any of that stuff anymore...and we'd probably be in trouble if they did." The green stallion sighed as he shut the cover. "You're right. Besides, most of this stuff doesn't even make sense. I just need to get back that one I loaned those fillies outside of school earlier and I'll get my money back..." Sam blinked a bit. "...You what? Where are they now?" There was some panic in his voice. "Keep your saddlebags on. They're right over there." Carl answered with a gesture behind him. Sam looked, and soon blinked in shock. Carl turned and looked as well, and was soon likewise stunned. Three fillies were proudly walking down the street...holding saws, nails, drills, and needles and thread...all of which were mottled with a large amount of blood, just like them. "Uh...there were five of them before..." Carl started nervously. "Er...kids?" Sam called out with a gulp. "What...'game' did you just get done playing?" One of them turned over to Sam and Carl with a grin. "Joined at the Hip!" --- That was fantastic… Who would have thought Weird Al would have actually helped out with that week? I love his parodies…and the PMVs people do of his parodies. Don’t you, Sam? …Carl, those fillies ended up alright, didn’t they? Who is John Galt? Oh Celestia…