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// Bon Bon 
// Story: Pinkie Pie Talks to Ponies 
// by Super Trampoline 
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♫"Bon Bon! Bon Bonbon buuuhbonbon bon bon bon-bon Booonbonbonbon!"♪

"Hello, Pinkie Pie."

"Hey, Bonny, what's up? Why you sound down with a frown?"

"I'm fine, Pinkie, it's just I've told you before I'd rather you not turn my name into a rock song."

"Awww, but rock songs are fun. But you know what's even more fun? Respecting a friend's wishes!"

"I'm not sure I'd consider us frie--"

"Huuaagh! Not friends? Of course we are! I mean, we chat on a regular basis, and you're my--well, my employers, the Cakes--number one supplier of--what else?--bon bons! So... why aren't we friends?"

"Gee, I didn't mean to hurt you. I guess I just see us more as business associates, that's all. But you know what? Sure, you're my friend."

"I am? You know what this calls for?"

"A 'Bon Bon is my friend' party?"

"GASP! How'd you guess? Are you psychic? Please tell me you're psychic. That would be so cool!"

"What? No, that's more your thing. I just guessed based on the fact that--"

"Wait, wait wait wait. I'm Psychic? Woah! I didn't even know that. How do you know?"

"Well, I mean, you've got that weird thing you do with your tail that makes stuff fall."

"Oh, I don't make stuff fall, silly. It's the other way around. You're talking about Mr. Twitchy tail here. Yeah, I guess I am psychic. Huh."

"Heh. So, what can I do for you, Pinkie? You seem a bit more hyper today than you usually are."

"Actually, yeah I am. I'm going to be trying a new recipe this afternoon, and honestly, I'm pretty super nervouscited. Is it showing?"

"Yes, it's showing."

"Okay, less hyperness. But seriously, that's why I'm here. Bonny, you have any strawberry cheesecake taffy? Please say yes!"

"Ah. I think so. Let me go check."

"I hope she does."



"Sorry hun, I'm actually out."

"But--"

"You didn't let me finish. I still have plenty of strawberry taffy and cheesecake-flavored taffy. Think you could just mix those two together?"

"Hmmmmm. I don't know... Yeah, it should work. Can I have, uh, two pounds of each?"

"Sure thing Pinkie. Two pounds coming right up. That will be sixteen bits."

"Sixteen bits?! Holy guacamole, did your prices go up again?"

"Sorry. You know how much it costs to import this stuff from the southern Mareseposian Isles? That's where the very best saltwater taffy comes from!:

"Okie dokie, I trust you. Here's sixteen bits!"

"Great. Let me get you your fudge... Here you are."

"Thanks! Have a stupiferous day!"

"That mare sure does love her candy."