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// Derpy's Day 
// Story: LEGO Equestria Girls: Derpy's Day 
// by Chronicler06 
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LEGO Equestria Girls
Derpy’s Day


It was just another day in the life of a minifig named Derpy.

Derpy was among the thousands of Lego minifigs who called Canterlot City home. She had grey skin on her head, arms, and legs, and had blonde hair on top of her head. She had a green skirt wrapped around her upper legs, and her lower legs were white with a green stipe at the bottom of her feet. Her torso and the shoulders of her arms were light blue, with a yellow necktie on the front of her torso. Perhaps the most notable detail of all was her misaligned yellow eyes, which made her seem very odd compared to most minifigs, but she didn’t mind them at all.

Right now, she had just left her favorite bakery after purchasing another delicious muffin. Muffins had always been her favorite kind of treat, so she always took the opportunity to get one for herself whenever she could. Like most Lego people, Derpy believed that only the best was good enough, so it was no surprise that she had carefully chosen not only where to get her muffins, but also which kind of muffin would be her favorite.

As Derpy happily chowed down on her large blueberry muffin, she was completely unaware of a certain vehicle further down the street. This small pickup truck had a bunch of random parts loaded in the back of it. As that vehicle turned around a corner, the momentum of that turn caused some of those parts to shift around. Most noticeable was a long piece that stuck out horizontally about four bricks high above the ground — neck-height for a minifig. Although that vehicle was in the proper lane on the road, that particular piece was sticking out halfway across the sidewalk where Derpy was currently walking.

Once Derpy had finished the last bite of her delicious blueberry muffin, she opened her eyes just in time to see that long piece smack her across the neck, causing her head to pop off and bounce along the ground a few times before coming to a stop.

Derpy’s head looked up at her body, while her headless body leaned forward as if to look down at her head. Many would consider this to be a freak accident, but not Derpy. This was hardly the first time her head had come off in some kind of accident, so it was simply an inconvenience that she had gotten used to by now.

Once her relatively slow mind finished processing what had just happened, Derpy’s head smiled while her body shrugged before reaching down and stepping forward to grab her head. However, when she took her final step, she accidentally kicked her head away just a split second before she could grab it.

When her head stopped bouncing along the ground, she looked back at her body in confusion. Her body responded by stepping forward and trying again. Unfortunately, her body accidentally kicked her head away again. She then tried again, but ended up with a similar result. Undeterred, Derpy kept on trying again, and again, and again. Despite her persistence, the same exact thing kept on happening over and over.

This was also something that typically happened to Derpy. In fact, Derpy chasing her detached head around was actually a rather common sight in Canterlot City. Some days, she could end up spending hours in her struggle to perform the simple act of putting her head back on her body. Some days, she would receive help from others and be done with it quickly, but other days, she was ignored by most of her fellow citizens and left to fend for herself. The sight of Derpy chasing her head around was so frequent that some people had never even seen her with her head on in the first place!

As Derpy continued to chase her head around, despite every self-inflicted kick, it wasn’t long before she left the sidewalk and started wandering down the middle of the road. The driver of one approaching car honked the horn a couple times before being forced to swerve his car away from the headless minifig. The car skidded sideways before slamming into the side of a building and flying apart into pieces.

The driver, who was still in his seat and left holding the disconnected steering wheel, shouted in frustration, “Oh come on! I just built this thing!”

Derpy didn’t even bother to acknowledge that person’s misfortune, as she was too busy dealing with her own problems right now. Another unintentional kick sent her head into the other lane on the road. Before her body could walk over to try again to retrieve it, a large truck drove by, smacking into her head and sending it flying away further down the street.

The truck had already moved on by the time her body arrived in that lane, leaving her to grasp nothing but empty air. With her head nowhere nearby, Derpy’s body began staggering around in confusion as she now had to find out where it went. Of course, being a headless body, this was going to be rather tricky.

Eventually, Derpy’s body managed to get back onto the sidewalk and soon bumped into something. She felt around it with her hands and quickly discovered that it was a short round object. Was this her head?

The only way to find out was to try it on, but simply picking it up turned out to be surprisingly difficult. For some reason, it seemed to be stuck on the ground. She pulled up on it as hard as she could until it finally came loose. The removal of that object was immediately followed by a gushing fountain of water shooting up out of the sidewalk. This was not her head, but a fire hydrant.

Of course, being a headless body, she had no way of knowing this until she tried it on. She lifted up the round object and placed it on her neck joint. Feeling no improvement, she then quickly removed the foreign object and tossed it aside before moving on to find her real head.

Derpy’s head, meanwhile, had ended up tumbling into a nearby park, where a group of kids were busy playing a game of soccer. Of all places, her head ended up landing in a pile of soccer balls.

“Grab another ball so we can get started!” shouted one of the kids.

Another kid ran over to the pile of soccer balls and quickly grabbed one without looking. Due to this kid’s lack of attention, he had no idea that, out of all of those soccer balls, he had ended up picking out Derpy’s head. None of the other kids noticed this, either. They were all simply too eager to start playing.

Within moments, Derpy’s head was being kicked around back and forth across the playing field. All of these rough kicks might have seemed unbearable to many Lego people, but not Derpy. After all of her own self-inflicted kicks from chasing her head around countless times, she was used to taking some hits to the head.

Eventually, one kid gave Derpy’s head a very powerful kick in an attempt to score a goal. Unfortunately, his shot was high, sending her head flying over the goal and out of the park.

At the same time, Derpy’s body had managed to wander right onto the street next to that park. Her head soared out of the park and bumped right into her own back. Her head landed upright on the ground and her body turned around to see what had just bumped into her. As head and body now stood facing each other, she smiled and raised her arms in happiness. Now that they were back in the same place, it was time to finally put her head back on her body.

But it wasn’t meant to be. Her body reached down and stepped forward to retrieve her head, only to kick it away again. And so resumed the process of Derpy struggling to simply grab her head on the ground in front of her body. Some would say that it was due to all of these frequent kicks to her own head that her eyes had ended up misaligned. But that was only a myth.

After a few minutes, Derpy had ended up at the edge of a construction zone. She was kicking her head along a fence that surrounded the site of a new building, which was currently only a frame that was a few floors high.

Eventually, Derpy managed to kick her head over to a gap in the fence for vehicles to pass through. This lead to another case of bad timing as a cement truck immediately drove into the work zone, smacking her head towards the unfinished building. This time, her body was lucky enough to wander in the same direction as where her head had been sent tumbling. Derpy’s head came to a stop and landed upright next to the unfinished building. She turned around to face her approaching body and smiled as she saw that it was already on its way to her.

However, with her body just two steps away from grabbing her head, Derpy suddenly noticed that her head began to be lifted up and out of reach from her body. It was only now that she realized that her head had ended up on a part that was intended for the building and was only now being lifted up to one of the upper floors.

Once the piece stopped rising, Derpy’s head peered down below to see her body wandering around aimlessly. She hopped her head around on the piece in a vain attempt to get its attention. Of course, being a headless body, it had no way of knowing which way to go. Besides, Derpy wasn’t much of a talker anyway.

As Derpy’s body continued to wander around, she eventually managed to grab onto another piece just as it was being lifted, taking her up with it. Up on the other suspended piece, her head smiled as she realized that her body was now being brought right to her, albeit unintentionally. She then hopped her head back towards the far end of the piece in anticipation of her body’s arrival.

It wasn’t long until the part carrying Derpy’s body was raised higher than the one where her head sat. She couldn’t help but grin as she realized how easy everything was about to become. All her body had to do was drop down onto the other part and then walk over to the other end to grab her head. What could possibly go wrong?

Her body let go of the higher part and landed on the near end of the lower part. Unfortunately, neither Derpy’s head nor her body had accounted for two crucial details. The first was that her body weighed much more than her head. The second was that the focal point of this beam was much closer to the end where her body landed than to the one where her head was. The result of this was her head getting catapulted high into the air and halfway across town!

Meanwhile, that beam became so unstable from the launch that Derpy’s body lost its balance and fell off. Remarkably, she ended up landing squarely inside a barrel of water on the ground, which allowed the fall to be survivable.

Nearby, one of the construction workers on site turned his attention to the source of that loud splash. As soon as he noticed a pair of legs sticking up out of that barrel of water, he immediately gasped in shock before running up to and kicking over that barrel. As the contents of that barrel spilled out, he was momentarily relieved that he had just saved this person’s life, but soon gasped in shock again when he noticed that this person had no head!

Fortunately, Derpy’s body was relatively unharmed from the incident, so she was able to stand back up without any serious issues.

Still in shock, the construction worker asked, “Uh… what happened to your head?”

Derpy’s body simply shrugged in response before continuing on her way. She soon left the construction zone and continued down the sidewalk. Her head had ended up going very far away, so it was clearly going to take a while for her body to find it again.

Derpy’s body staggered around aimlessly with absolutely no idea on where to go. Having no outside assistance, it was inevitable that she kept bumping into things. Eventually, after bumping to yet another lamppost, she went around a corner down the sidewalk of an empty street. Her body was completely unaware that she was now following after a certain pair of crooks.

Both of these crooks wore black and white striped prison shirts, grey pants, and black beanie hats. One wore an opened grey jacket over his shirt, while the other had the sleeves ripped off of his shirt. They were Rocky and Mugsy, two of most incompetent crooks in all of Canterlot City. As they walked down the empty street, they were admiring a certain object that had just ended up in their possession: a mysterious gold crown with a six pointed magenta gemstone embedded in it.

“Can you believe our luck, Mugsy?” remarked Rocky, the jacketed crook who spoke with a gravelly gangster voice. “This thing was just sittin’ in the middle of City Park, free for the takin’!”

“Yeah! Who would be dumb enough to throw away something like this?” responded Mugsy, the sleeveless crook who spoke with a deeper dim-witted voice.

“Who cares!? It’s their loss!” Rocky looked over the mysterious artifact again. It was so unlike anything he had ever seen, but that’s what made him and his companion so excited. Even a dumb crook knew that unusual items could also be expensive items — especially the shiny ones. “I dunno what this thing is, but it’s gotta be worth a fortune! All we gotta do is find the right buyer and we’re sure to make a killin’ off of this!”

“Yeah! This is gonna be the best day we’ve ever had!” agreed Mugsy. His expression of joy soon turned to worry as he started to get an uneasy feeling. He turned to Rocky and asked, “Hey, uh, do you get the feeling that we’re being followed?”

Rocky didn’t understand the reason for Mugsy’s sudden unease, but just to be sure, he decided to glace behind them to make sure there was nobody after them. Although he did see somebody following, it was just some body with no head. He turned back to Mugsy and answered, “Eh, don’t worry ‘bout it. She ain’t gonna see or hear nothin’. She’s headless!”

“Oh, okay, that’s a relief,” responded Mugsy as he and Rocky continued on their way. That lasted for only one second before they both suddenly stopped and realized something. “Wait…”

The two crooks quickly turned to each other and simultaneously exclaimed, “Headless!?” They quickly looked back at the headless body of Derpy, staggering around close behind them with both arms waving around for something to grab onto.

The two brick-heads had only one way to respond to something like this. They immediately ran away while screaming in panic.

After that encounter, Derpy’s body was once again left on her own as she struggled to find her missing head.

Meanwhile, halfway across town, Derpy’s airborne head finally came back down. A few bounces off of some awnings helped to soften her landing until she eventually landed on the roof of a bus that was moving down the street. Just seconds later, that bus turned around a corner, causing her head to slide off the roof and bounce off the pavement once, twice, and then finally land on a table outside of a café, spilling over a mug of coffee in the process.

The only occupant of that table immediately yelped in panic and fell backwards in his chair. He then quickly scrambled back to his feet to get a better look at what had just happened.

Derpy turned her head to see whose lunch she had just unwittingly interrupted. He was a police officer with orange skin and messy blue hair — visible because his hat had fallen off. This was rookie police officer Flash Sentry.

Now that he saw what had just landed on his table, Flash Sentry sighed in frustration and muttered, “Can’t you ever go more than a few days without losing your head?”

Derpy responded with a guilty smile.

Flash retrieved his hat and put it back on his head before saying, “Well, seeing as you’ve made me lose my appetite, let’s go find your body.” He then grabbed Derpy’s head and carried her with him over to his police motorcycle. He placed her head on the back before climbing into his seat and starting up the motor. After a quick glance around to make sure his path was clear, he slowly accelerated the motorcycle onto the street.

Meanwhile, Derpy’s headless body continued to wander around aimlessly and frequently bump into various things. Occasionally, she would find a short round object that she would mistakenly think was her head and attempt to put in on her neck joint. She would then quickly realize her error and toss aside the random object.

Many of the surrounding citizens didn’t find this to be too unusual. After all, Derpy was well-known for frequently losing her head, and although she would typically be seen kicking it around, it was not unheard of for her head and body to end up some distance from each other. Still, many people decided to keep their distance, lest she mistake their heads for her own.

It wasn’t long before a certain trio of little girls stumbled across Derpy’s headless body. Their names were Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo — with the latter of the three currently standing on her favorite scooter. Together, these three girls called themselves the Creative Mark Crusaders.

All over the Lego World, each person had a symbol that displayed their style of creativity, known simply as a creative mark. A Lego person typically received his or her creative mark at some time in their late childhood through a dream that, if repeated for at least three nights in a row, confirmed that the symbol they saw in that dream was their creative mark.

While most children would wait patiently until they day they earned their creative marks, the Creative Mark Crusaders were different. They wanted their creative marks right away, and they were willing to try just about anything to make it happen. So far, all of their efforts had been complete failures, but they were persistent, to say the least.

At the moment, getting their creative marks was actually not the first thing on these girls’ minds, for once. Instead, they were simply staring in confusion at Derpy’s headless body as it continued to stumble around aimlessly. The next item she found to try on as a head was a nearby trashcan.

“Uh… what’s she doing with that trashcan?” asked Scootaloo in confusion.

Realizing that it was yet another wrong object, Derpy’s body quickly removed the trashcan and tossed it aside.

“Ah think she’s tryin’ to find her head,” replied Apple Bloom.

Derpy’s body only made it a few more steps before colliding into a lamppost.

“Uh, that’s a lamppost,” Sweetie Belle pointed out to the headless body.

Derpy’s body turned around a few times and started forward again. She was now approaching Scootaloo with her arms held out.

Scootaloo, quickly realizing what was about to happen, immediately moved aside and exclaimed, “Hey, you can’t have that! That’s my head!”

Derpy’s body stumbled right passed the three girls and walked straight into the side of the nearby building. She got herself turned around a bit before starting forward again, but ended up slamming right into that same wall again.

As Derpy’s body continued to wander around nearby, Scootaloo turned to her friends and asked, “Do you think we should we help her?”

Apple Bloom looked around before answering, “Ah don’t see her head anywhere ‘round here. It might take a while to find it.”

“Maybe we could give her a temporary head until she can find the real one,” suggested Sweetie Belle.

“Hey, that’s a great idea!” beamed Scootaloo. “And I know where to find just the right parts for the job. Be right back!” She then quickly spun her scooter around and zoomed off.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle watched their friend depart before turning their attention back to Derpy just in time to see her bump into something again.

“That’s another lamppost,” Sweetie Belle pointed out again.

Meanwhile, in another part of town, officer Flash Sentry continued to slowly ride around the streets on his motorcycle in his attempt to help Derpy’s head find her body. He soon came to a red light and decided to spend his waiting time thinking about where he should go next.

Suddenly, the loud ringing noise of an alarm bell caused the rookie officer to immediately turn his attention toward a nearby bank. An armored van was parked right outside the front entrance, and running out of the bank and towards that van was a certain pair of incompetent crooks who were carrying large sacks that were, no doubt, loaded with cash. It seemed that Rocky and Mugsy had decided to press their luck with a standard bank robbery.

Rocky laughed victoriously and exclaimed, “We got it now, Mugsy!”

“Yeah, Rocky!” exclaimed Mugsy excitedly. “That was too easy!”

Rocky threw open the rear doors to the armored van and tossed his sack of loot into the back as he told Mugsy, “Quick! Load up the loot and let’s get outta here!”

“Okay!” responded Mugsy as he tossed his sack of loot into the back and shut the doors.

The two crooks then ran to the front of the armored van and quickly hopped in, with Rocky driving and Mugsy riding shotgun. Also riding up front with them was their most valuable piece of loot: that strange crown they had found earlier. Rocky immediately started up the vehicle and stomped on the accelerator. The tires screeched momentarily as the tough vehicle began to drive off.

Flash Sentry saw all of this knew exactly what he needed to do. “You crooks aren’t getting away that easily!” he shouted threateningly. Ignoring the red light, Flash immediately turned left and switched on the police lights and siren on his motorcycle as he began to chase after the two incompetent crooks.

Both crooks quickly heard the blaring siren and saw the blue and red flashing lights in the rearview mirror. It was the sight and sound of a criminal’s worst fear.

“Darn it! The cops!” shouted Rocky in panic.

“Step on it, Rocky!” shouted Mugsy fearfully.

Rocky already had the petal to the metal, so he decided his best chance of shaking off the pursuing officer was to quickly turn left onto another street. However, as soon as he made the turn, the rear doors of the armored van flew open, allowing the contents of the large sacks to start spilling out the back.

As soon as Rocky noticed this, he roared in frustration and shouted, “There goes the loot!” He then glanced over at Mugsy and smacked him across the face.

“Ow!” yelped Mugsy as he rubbed the sore spot on his face. “What was that for?”

“You were supposed to lock the doors, you idiot!” scolded Rocky furiously.

“Me!? I thought you were supposed to lock the doors!” exclaimed Mugsy in confusion.

“No, you were supposed to lock the doors!” Rocky shot back. “I’m the one who’s driving!”

“What’s that got to do with this?” asked Mugsy suspiciously.

“I’m sayin’ that locking a set of doors should be much easier than drivin’ this thing!” responded Rocky sharply. He then added, “Besides, I’m the one in charge here, so I get to drive!”

“Well maybe I should take over!” retorted Mugsy as he quickly reached over to grab the steering wheel.

“Hey! What are you doin’!?” exclaimed Rocky in shock as he suddenly found himself fighting with Mugsy over control of the steering wheel.

The ensuing struggle caused the armored van to start swerving back and forth across the road, spilling even more cash out the back. In addition, the mysterious crown that was left sitting on the dashboard began to slide left and right from the momentum of every swerve of the vehicle.

“Get some smarts, man!” shouted Rocky.

“I’m smart enough to drive!” shouted Mugsy.

“Get your hands off!”

“I’ll take your hands off!”

“Let go, you idiot!”

“Gimme gimme gimme!”

Rocky roared in fury and frustration as he and Mugsy continued their pointless argument. To an outside observer, it was no surprise why these two crooks were frequently called brick-heads.

As all of this madness was going on, Flash Sentry continued to chase after the crooks. In the heat of the pursuit, he had completely forgotten that Derpy’s head was still riding on the back of his motorcycle. This was made very obvious when the motorcycle ran over one of the pieces of cash. The resulting bump in the road caused Derpy’s head to bounce out of her seat on the back of the motorcycle and tumble along the street. When she finally came to a stop, she could only watch helplessly as the armored van and the motorcycle drove off, leaving only a trail of cash in their wake.

Derpy’s head looked down in sadness as she realized that she had just been unwittingly abandoned by that police officer and was unlikely to receive any further help. If she was going to find her body, she was going to have to do it herself. Of course, being nothing but a head, the simple act of moving around was going to be very difficult.

“Free money!”

Derpy’s attention snapped back to her surroundings when she heard that. Within seconds, dozens of random people flooded into the street to grab as much of the abandoned cash for themselves as possible. In the resulting free-for-all, Derpy’s head was lifted off the street and began bouncing around like a beach ball over a crowd.

Honk honk!

That noise did not escape Derpy’s attention. It sounded like the horn on an older vehicle of some kind. Unfortunately, due to her head still getting tossed around over the crowd, she was unable to get a good look at that approaching vehicle.

Honk honk!

Eventually, one good shove from a random person was all it took to send Derpy’s head flying away from the crowd and end up in the back of what turned out to be an old pickup truck. She glanced around to see that loaded in the back of the truck — along with her head now — were at least half a dozen crates full of apples. Aside from that, the only thing she could see outside of the bed of the pickup truck was the sky above, and that did little good to tell her where she was.

Soon, the noise of the crowd faded away, followed closely by the sound of the truck’s engine and a sense of movement. Derpy could easily assume that the crowd of minifigs had finally cleared away, allowing the truck to continue on toward its destination. She had no idea where this old truck was unknowingly taking her now, but she could only hope that it would at least bring her closer to finding her body.

Finally, after a few minutes of driving around, the old pickup truck came to a stop. As she heard the truck’s engine being shut off, Derpy realized that the old vehicle had arrived at its destination. Too bad the surrounding bed of the truck prevented her from seeing where she had now ended up.

“‘Bout time ya got here! What took ya so long? Traffic?”

“Eeyup.”

“Well, can’t blame ya for that.”

When the tailgate was lowered and the crates full of apples were removed, Derpy could finally see who the driver of this truck was. She had landed in the back of Big Macintosh’s old pickup truck on his way to making a delivery to his sister Applejack’s fruit stand. Derpy was momentarily relieved that her head had not actually landed within one of those crates. Who knows how terrified everyone would’ve been to see her head amidst all of those apples? The downside, of course, was that no one even noticed that her head was there in the back of the truck.

Meanwhile, just a few blocks away, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle continued to follow Derpy’s headless body as she kept hopelessly searching for her head. The two young girls smiled when they saw their friend Scootaloo finally return.

Scootaloo made her scooter skid to a stop before removing her backpack. As she dug through the contents of her backpack, she said to her friends, “It’s not exactly the same kind of piece as a head, but it’s close enough.” The Lego piece she took out of her bag was a grey one-stud round piece — a bit narrower than a typical head piece, but still the same height. She reached over to grab Derpy’s body and placed the round piece on her neck joint, which turned out to be a perfect fit.

“Well… at least now she doesn’t look headless,” said Sweetie Belle uncertainly. “But it doesn’t look quite right.”

“Ah think she could use some hair,” suggested Apple Bloom.

“I got just the thing,” responded Scootaloo as she reached back into her backpack. The next Lego piece she pulled out was a short and round one-stud piece that was colored yellow. She reached up and placed the yellow piece on top of the grey piece. From a distance, the two pieces put together really did seem similar to Derpy’s real head — at least in terms of color.

“Yeah, that looks better,” said Apple Bloom as she nodded in agreement.

Scootaloo turned back to Derpy to take another look at her solution. “Hmm… still doesn’t look quite right to me,” she said thoughtfully.

“I know!” beamed Sweetie Belle as she suddenly got an idea. “She needs a face!” She reached into Scootaloo’s backpack and pulled out a black marker. She then used that marker to quickly draw a pair of eyes and a wide smile on the front of that grey round part. Sweetie smiled at her accomplishment as she put away the marker and said, “There! Now she looks like she has a head.”

The Creative Mark Crusaders stepped back to admire the accomplishment they had achieved together. With Scootaloo providing the parts, Apple Bloom suggesting the addition of false hair, and Sweetie Belle adding a face, the three little girls considered this an excellent team effort.

“Do you think we’ll get our creative marks for this?” asked Apple Bloom optimistically.

“We won’t know for sure until a few days from now,” answered Sweetie Belle truthfully with a shrug.

“Until then, let’s try some other things,” suggested Scootaloo. “Getting as many things done in a day as possible has gotta make it easier for us to get our creative marks.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Apple Bloom in approval. “C’mon, girls! Let’s go find other ways to get creative!”

The three girls gave an enthusiastic cheer before running off on their next wacky activity, leaving behind Derpy’s body with a “temporary head” on it.

It took a moment for Derpy’s body to realize that she was now on her own again. Aside from the sense of something head-like being on her neck joint, there really wasn’t much improvement to her condition. Still, she wasn’t about to question the generous gift, so she decided to just carry on with her day as she started walking forward. It was only a few steps later that she found herself bumping into yet another lamppost.

Once Derpy’s body stopped wobbling around from the impact, she reached up to feel the object that was in place of her head. Sure, it may have been shaped like a head, but it was not her own head. So, like with everything else before it, she quickly removed the foreign object and tossed it aside.

As Derpy’s body staggered away in her futile search for her head, the false head landed in a nearby flower stand. After hearing the soft crash, the person running that flower stand turned back to the stand to see, among all of the flowers, a grey head-shaped object with a scribbled smiley face staring up at her. This very creepy sight caused the unfortunate minifig to shriek loudly in absolute terror.

Meanwhile, back at Applejack’s fruit stand, as Big Macintosh finished unloading his delivery of apples, there was still nobody in the surrounding area who had noticed Derpy’s head in the back of the truck.

“Hey, how’d ya know mah name’s Applejack?”

“Uh… didn’t you say?”

“Nope.”

Big Mac tossed the empty crates into the bed of his pickup truck and closed the tailgate. As the crates landed haphazardly in the bed of the truck, Derpy’s head was tossed up and bit and landed inside the crate that had ended up on top of the pile. Derpy was hoping that maybe now somebody would notice her, but that hope was short-lived as Big Mac started up the truck and began to drive away.

Derpy’s head looked back sadly at the fruit stand as she was taken further and further away. Soon, the truck turned right around a corner and kept moving forward for the next few blocks. Within moments, Derpy’s body had managed to wander into the middle of the road, right in front of Big Mac’s truck!

“Whoa!” exclaimed Big Mac in shock as he immediately jerked the steering wheel to the left to swerve the old vehicle around the headless body walking around in the road. This quick maneuver successfully prevented the truck from hitting Derpy’s body, but it also caused the crate containing Derpy’s head to fall out of the truck and smash to pieces upon hitting the ground.

As Big Mac’s old pickup truck moved back into the proper lane and continued on down the road, Derpy’s body turned to face what had just landed on the road next to her, while her dazed head looked up to see what Big Mac had just barely managed to avoid hitting.

Once it finally hit her that her head and body were now finally back in the same place at the same time, Derpy smiled and raised her arms in happiness. Now that they were finally in the same place again, it was time to fit them back together. Her body stepped forward and reached down to grab her head…

…Only to accidentally kick it away, once again. Undeterred, Derpy’s body stepped forward and tried again. Again, she ended up kicking her head away before she could grab it. As she eventually ended up back on the sidewalk, she tried again, and again, and again.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure it has its downsides, too. I mean, look over there.”

Derpy just kept on going. She would reach down as she stepped forward, but end up kicking her head away before she could even touch it with her hands. Despite the consistent failure, she just kept on trying.

“I’d better go help her. She’s been known to do that for hours on end.”

Derpy refused to give up! Both her head and her body had been through a lot today, and she just wanted to finally get them back together again. If only she could just grab her head before she could kick it away again.

“Whoa whoa whoa! STOP!”

Derpy’s body immediately stopped and stood upright as her head turned to see who was shouting at her. She was happy to see that it was her friend Rainbow Dash, who climbed off of her bicycle and walked up to the troubled minifig.

Rainbow stopped in front of Derpy and glanced between her head and headless body. She sighed in frustration and facepalmed before she reached down to grab Derpy’s head and say, “You’ve really gotta learn to deal with this on your own.” She placed Derpy’s head back on her body, where it belonged. “Not everyone’s gonna stop by to help ya out.” Rainbow Dash turned away and shook her head in disbelief. She picked up her bicycle and hopped back on before riding away.

For a moment, Derpy watched in confusion as her friend departed. Once Rainbow Dash was out of sight, Derpy reached up and felt around to confirm that her head was finally back where it belonged on her body. She smiled as she realized that all of her pieces were finally back together.

Now that she was done chasing her head around, Derpy could finally get back to enjoying her day. With a smile on her face and her misaligned eyes taking in the surrounding scenery, Derpy began walking down the sidewalk at a normal waking pace.

A few moments later, Derpy was still walking happily along another street. After experiencing such an adventure from opposite sides of town, she was looking forward to having an ordinary day like anyone else. Unfortunately, her happiness was not to last.

A lone wheel quickly rolled down the street and approached Derpy from behind. Just seconds after rolling up onto the sidewalk, that wheel hit Derpy in the back and sent her tumbling around with it as it continued to roll.

After bouncing around a few times, Derpy and the wheel soon came to a stop. The wheel rolled around in a circle until it eventually landed on its side. Despite feeling a little sore from getting bounced around like that, Derpy was able to stand back up. However, as soon as she started looking around, she discovered that her head had been removed from her body, yet again. Her head looked up at her body in confusion, while her body leaned forward as if to look down at her head on the ground nearby.

“Ah-ha! There you are!”

Derpy’s head and body turned towards the same direction to see another minifig she knew, Pinkie Pie, running towards her. Realizing that she would be getting immediate help, Derpy smiled and waved her arms around.

However, Pinkie Pie didn’t even acknowledge Derpy as she ran right past her and instead stopped at that wheel that had been rolling down the street. “Thought you could get away from me, did ya, you silly little runaway wheel?” she said to the wheel tauntingly. She lifted the wheel back upright and jumped up to stand on top of it. “Back you go!” She then began humming a happy tune to herself as she started running forwards, causing the wheel under her feet to roll back to wherever it came from.

Derpy continued to smile and wave as she watched Pinkie Pie move right by her again, desperately hoping that she would eventually notice the minifig in trouble. Unfortunately, Pinkie continued to blissfully head back with that wheel she had retrieved, not once even sparing a glance at the minifig with a separated head.

Derpy’s arms gradually slowed their motion as it soon became clear that Pinkie was not coming back to help her. When Pinkie was finally out of sight, Derpy’s head looked down sadly as her body slouched forward in sadness. Once again, it looked like she was going to have to figure out on her own how to get her head back on.

It was just another day in the life of a minifig named Derpy.