Peanut was overcome with joy and excitement upon seeing the mop rise from its bucket into the air. The expenditure of magic at such a young age make his horn hurt and his head throb, but it didn't matter. He was doing it! He was doing magic! He felt a bit of guilt that his mother wasn't here to witness it, after all, she had worked so hard at teaching him the rights and wrongs of spellcasting, even though she hadn't actually gotten around to teaching him magic yet. According to her, he wasn't ready yet.
At least, that's what she thought. From the looks of things, he was more than ready. Right now. The mop obeyed his commands, both mental and verbal, and began scrubbing its dripping, cleansing end upon the wall. The effect was admirable, and immediately began removing the markings which had been made there.
The young unicorn grinned. It was working, although it wasn't working fast enough. There were dozens of markers and drawing utensils drawing upon the walls, and only one mop. It was being outplayed!
"Dangit... I need more water..." Peanut muttered, consequently still under the influence of his glowing horn. The mop and bucket both rippled as if he was viewing them through the haze of the Neighvada desert, and pulled apart like a multiplying cell. There was now two buckets and two mops, each attacking a different wall. Peanut was relieved by this, and ran from the room to find something to deal with all the mess. He trotted downstairs and bolted into the kitchen, pulling drawers open. There was the usual assortment of rags and plates and cleaning chemicals, but he didn't see anything that looked like it would help.
Time was running out, his mother would be home soon. He briefly considered that perhaps he should have just cleaned his room in the traditional sense to start with, but if its and buts were candy and nuts we'd all have a happy Hearth's Warming. Or something like that. It was an old phrase one of his teachers at school used, and he'd never understood it. Heck, he'd never even taken much interest in it, but it was funny how the most random of things popped into your mind at the inconvenient of times. He'd gone through several math tests where he couldn't remember a single thing except the theme songs to his favorite radio programs, and consequently failed. But lo and behold, as SOON as he got home from school that day, his mind would be filled with algorithms.
CRASH! A loud noise from upstairs. That didn't sound good.
Peanut got up and scampered back around the corner. Water was pouring down the stairs like the suburban equivalent of a poor pony's waterpark, rushing down the carpet and surging out the screened front door.
"Bwaaaaah!" Peanut cried out, and tried to run up the stairs. He would have had better luck defeating an Ursa Major blindfolded, as the rushing current prevented him from getting more than two steps off the ground. He was swept off his hooves and slammed against the door, held there against his will by the force of the water. Above, on the landing, he could see a mop and bucket, which replicated once again even as he watched. Water overflowed from its basin and added to the current already flooding the house.
"Stop!" He cried. "No more! No more water!" But his horn was still glowing, and although it was not currently casting any new spells, the water did not stop. He was drenched in seconds, sputtering and coughing as the water held him in place. He reached out with his foreleg, fumbling for the latch on the screen door. Eyes ablaze with concentration, he found the latch and pressed down on it. The door swung open, and Peanut was thrown out into the grass, the water spreading out in all directions as it ran inhibited.
He looked on in dismay. In a matter of hours he'd marked up the walls of his house and flooded said house, all just to get out of cleaning his room. Okay, so it hadn't been intentional, but as things stood now, the situation could not possibly get worse. At least, that's what he thought.
PEANUT! A voice shrieked. A voice he knew all too well.
His heart sank. No. Nononono. His mother was home early... she NEVER came home early. Of all the times and all the days, why did she have to come early today?!
Peanut turned around slowly. He'd recognize his mother anywhere. Sure there were lots of mares with blue coats, and a large handful with hair that looked like toothpaste. Hers had not a single gray strand in it, although he suspected she dyed it, or altered its color with magic. Perhaps both.
That said, he didn't know of any others who insisted on wearing the ridiculous purple magician's ensemble she wore everywhere. He didn't know where it had come from or what the significance of it was, his mother had worn it as long as he could remember. There had been numerous interventions to try and get her to part with it, but none of them had been successful.
"There is water pouring from the house! Trixie demands an explanation!" The mare shrieked.
Peanut went pale. There were numerous explanations that came to mind, but not a single one of them that he could think of involved talking his way out of this.
"Uh..." He stammered. "I accidentally blew up the pipes with heat vision?" He offered lamely.
"And where did YOU get heat vision?" Trixie demanded.
"...Internet?" Peanut offered. A lame excuse, made up in desperation.
Trixie blinked. "What's that?"
"I dunno... sounded fancy..." Peanut said.
"Trixie does not want to hear your excuses!" She shouted. "Get inside, now!"
"But it's all wet!" Peanut protested.
"Trixie said get inside!"
Ears folded, he went back in the house.