//------------------------------// // Part 17 Sunset Shimmer Vs. The Dazzlings: Chapter 156 Dan & Sunset Vs. The Fancy Hotel // Story: The Wheel and the Butterfly A Dan X Pinkie Pie Saga // by Justice3442 //------------------------------// The Wheel and the Butterfly A Dan X Pinkie Pie saga Part 17 Sunset Shimmer Vs. The Dazzlings Chapter 156 Dan & Sunset Vs. The Fancy Hotel -oooooo- Chris drove his and Elise’s blue sedan past rows of tall palm trees and other well-trimmed desert flora as he pulled up to a massive, eight-story white hotel which curved slightly in the middle. Pinkie stared up at the building. “Oooo… Fancy and schmancy… I think I never need a third ‘ancy’ word… Like ‘prancy’.” Dan tapped his chin thoughtfully. “So our targets are somewhere in there, huh? I guess it’s a little big to just burn to the ground.” Elise turned in her seat and shot Dan a concerned look. “Your initial plan was to just set fire to the hotel with everyone trapped inside it?” “Well no,” Dan said, “but I like to keep my options open.” Pinkie turned and gave Dan a serious look. “Dan, no starting structure fires from which the innocent have no hope of escaping.” “I wasn’t gonna!” Dan said. “I mean… maybe we can lead the hotel staff in some sort of rebellion against their evil celebrity overlords.” Chris shot a glance at the backseat of the car. “I’m not sure you’re clear on how hotels work, Dan.” “Maybe the Dazzlings are lousy tippers, alright?!” Dan exclaimed as car went under the hotel’s white overhang and the daylight from outside dimmed into shadow. “Look, I’m not used to playing vengeance consultant. I’m just brainstorming here.” Chris shook his head and brought the car to a stop. “Well, whatever we’re going to do, we better come up with something soon. We’re here.” The four exited the car as Sunset Shimmer’s hot rod pulled up behind it. The top popped open and Sunset, Trixie, and Gibson all jumped out. Chris looked at Sunset. “So, how do you know the Dazzlings are here?” Sunset shot Chris an irritated look. “There’s this thing called the internet? Heck, the lead singer tweets like you wouldn’t believe. I think she has some sort of mental condition where she needs near constant attention.” Elise smirked. “Reminds me of someone else I know of.” Trixie and Sunset shot a glare at Elise. “Shut up!” they said in unison before turning to look at each other. A man with close cropped hair in a red vest over a white shirt with black pants smile from a podium that read ‘VALET’. “Hello and Welcome to the Beverly—” Dan narrowed his eyes. “A valet? You’re useless to me! Pinkie! Vulcan nerve pinch!” “Okay!” Pinkie said happily. “I don’t actually know how to do that!” The valet gave Dan a nervous grin and pointed down the road, “Uh, there’s a parking lot just down—” Trixie sighed. “I got it,” she announced as she walked up and held a palm up in front of the valet. “Sleep!” she commanded. The valet jerked his head slightly before his eyelids began to drop. Soon his legs gave out from under him and he was heading for the ground. Gibson quickly rushed over and grabbed the man before he fell headfirst onto the cement sidewalk. He leaned the man against his podium. Sunset frowned. “Well, that was needlessly pointless.” Dan smiled. “All part of the plan.” “You have a plan?” Sunset asked. “Well… I’m working on one,” Dan replied. “Excuse me… Does anyone need help with their bags?” The group turned as a young male in a buttoned up red uniform complete with a round red cap walked up. “Crazy-haired magician lady! It’s night-night time!” Trixie sighed as she walked over to the bellhop and raised a palm in front of his face. “Sleep!” she commanded. The bellhop’s eyes rolled back into his head and be began to teeter backwards. Gibson sighed and quickly dove forward and caught him before he hit the hard concrete ground and gently lowered the bellhop. Dan nodded. “Good work, crazy-haired magician lady.” Trixie shot Dan an irritated look. “I have a name, you know.” “There’s no time for names!” Dan cried. “It’s actually much shorter than the stupid nickname you came up for me!” “What the heck are you even doing?!” Sunset demanded of Dan. “Teh,” Dan uttered dismissively, “It should be obvious to any experienced vengeance-seeker!” Dan turned to Gibson. “Obnoxious teen! Strip that hotel worker of his uniform!” Gibson frowned. “I don’t want to do that…” Dan rolled his eyes. “Just pretend it’s an unconscious pretty girl!” Gibson raised an eyebrow at Dan. “…Okay, that’s pretty messed up even for me.” Trixie let out a muffled growl. “Also, I still don’t want to do it,” Gibson said. Dan sighed. “Pinkie?” Pinkie smiled. “One half-naked hotel worker, coming right up, Dan!” Sunset looked at Dan in surprise. “You’re going to have someone disguise themselves as the bellhop?!” Chris spoke up, “Assault and clothes stealing is pretty standard for these sort of outings.” Elise chuckled. “Heck, I do it all the time in my job.” “… What?!” Sunset exclaimed. “What the heck do you do for a living?!” Elise’s face went pale. “I erm… I beat people up… and steal their clothes…” Chris shook his head. “Smooth beautiful, really smooth.” Elise turned to Chris and flung her hands out. “Well how was I supposed to know she’d put me on the spot like that?!” Sunset sighed. “Look, I don’t even care anymore!” She turned to Dan. “Just… What is your plan here?!” “Well obviously someone needs to disguise themselves as the bellhop to infiltrate the hotel from the inside! Oh yeah, Pinkie?” “Yes‘m?” Pinkie replied as she pulled off the bellhop’s pants. “Take off your clothes and put on the bellhop’s uniform.” “Sure thing, Dan!” Pinkie said as she pulled the bow on her chest untied and began to unbutton her blouse. “… I like this plan,” Gibson said. “Hey!” Trixie protested. “I mean, ‘I hate this plan’,” Gibson said hurriedly. “Crazy-haired magic girl!” “It’s Trixie!” Trixie snapped. “Whatever, gouge obnoxious teen’s eyes out! I don’t want him ogling Pinkie any more than usual.” “I really hate this plan,” Gibson said. Trixie’s eyes went wide. “But Gibson needs his eyes to ogle Trixie!” Gibson nodded. “I do! I really do.” Dan sighed. “Fine! Then cover them at least.” Trixie rolled her eyes and raised a palm over Gibson’s eyes. Sunset watched as Pinkie stripped down to a frilly pink bra, equally frilly pink panties, and her knee high socks, then turned to Dan. “Your idea is to have Pinkie pose as a bellhop…” “Ding, ding, ding,” Dan said with mock enthusiasm. “We have a winner.” “Why?!” “Crud, Sunset,” Dan exclaimed. “Do I have to explain every little detail?!” “Humor me.” “Obviously when you’re stupid pop-stars order room service, Pinkie will deliver it. We’ll just hide on the food cart and Pinkie will sneak us in.” Sunset smacked a palm against her face. “Okay, that is just stupid for a number of reasons.” “Oh, what is it now?” Dan asked. “First of all,” Sunset motioned to Pinkie, “she looks nothing like the bellhop, so I doubt she’s going to fool the hotel staff. She’s not even the same gender! Second of all, bellhops usually help people with their luggage when they either show up at or leave the hotel! We don’t even know if they’d send Pinkie!” Dan sighed. “Anything else you want to add, miss parade rainer?” Sunset motioned to Pinkie. “The uniform doesn’t even fit her.” Pinkie looked down at her stolen uniform. Both the red jacket and white shirt under it had most the top buttons undone, leaving Pinkie’s cleavage and bra exposed. While she had managed to get the red pants up, they stretched to the point where Pinkie was unable to zip or button them leaving the front of her panties exposed. “Well… it is a tight fit,” Pinkie admitted. “Can I open my eyes yet?” Gibson asked. “NO!” Dan and Trixie said in unison. “She has a point Dan,” Chris chimed in. “Hey! Whose side are you on?!” Dan cried. Chris continued, “It’s just your plan sort of relies on a lot of things out of your control.” “I know how to improvise if things don’t go according to plan! You should know that!” Elise frowned. “It’s a pretty big hotel. You should probably avoid beating the tar out of everyone right away.” “Yeah!” Sunset agreed. “Let’s save that for the Dazzlings themselves.” “Ech, fine…” Dan uttered. “Still, I stand by my decision to knock out the bellhop. Not like we brought any luggage.” Sunset rolled her eyes. “We could have just said we were here to visit someone.” Dan folded his arms across his chest. “Oh yeah? Who are we here to visit?” Sunset looked up into the corner of her eyes as she thought on this. “Joey Jo-Jo… Junior Shabadoo.” Dan smirked and rolled his eyes. “That’s the worst name I ever heard.” “Shut up!” Sunset cried. “Hey!” The group turned as a woman with her hair in a bun, wearing a smart grey outfit and a nametag on her chest walked up to the group. Her high-heels clicked and clacked against the cement and she leveled an angry, accusatory scowl as she approached. “What the heck is going on out—” “Trixie!” Dan cried. “Put her to bed!” Trixie quickly ran up to the woman and held her palm up to her. “Sleep!” she commanded. The hotel worker’s eyelids closed and she began to fall to her side. Gibson quickly rushed up and caught her, gently lowering her unconscious body to the ground. “Trixie!” Sunset cried. “Are you just going to knock out everyone this lunatic tells you to?!” Trixie frowned slightly. “Well, he got my name right this time.” Dan smiled. “Good work, Pixie.” Trixie’s eye twitched. “Trixie now regrets her action.” Dan turned to Elise. “Elise, now strip down and put on this hotel worker’s clothing!” “Dan, don’t be absurd!” Elise exclaimed. “I’m not going to just change outside in front of everyone. We’ll drag her somewhere secure, then I’ll swap clothes.” Chris raised an eyebrow at his wife. “I thought you didn’t want to get too involved.” Elise smiled and shrugged at Chris. “You know, this is turning out to be a lot more fun than I expected.” Dan frowned slightly. “Fine, but we’ll need to find a way to sneak her in.” Pinkie smiled. “We can make it nap-time for anyone who gets in our way!” she suggested. Dan smiled wickedly at Pinkie. “I like your thinking.” Sunset shook her head. “I think this plan has the potential to get out of hand very quickly, and—” Sunset was cut off as a large black SUV pulled up beside her car. A man with a receding hairline, glasses, and a closely cropped beard stepped out. He adjusted his dark blue bow tie that went with his light blue suit coat and looked at Pinkie. “Excuse me, miss. I can use help with my baaaaags…?” The man soon found himself staring at Pinkie’s exposed cleavage. Pinkie smiled. “Of course! That’s totally my job. I mean… It’s not like we knocked out the real bellhop so I could take his place!” Sunset smacked a palm against her face. “Tricky!” Dan called out. “Send this guy to meet up with the sandman.” “Trixie is on it…” Trixie said as she walked up to the would-be hotel patron. “Sleep, or whatever,” she said in a disinterested tone as she raised her palm in front of the man. The man fell backwards onto the cement with a ‘thud!’ Everyone looked at Gibson. “Hey! I caught three people already!” Gibson cried defensively. “We can at least take turns.” “Seriously!” Sunset cried in an irritated tone. “Is the plan just to knock out the entire hotel?!” “Oh no!” The group turned as a blond haired women in a black dress exited the passenger side of the SUV and rushed up to the fallen man. “Joey JoJo Junior Shabadoo!” she cried. Sunset gritted her teeth. “You’ve got to be joking…” “Lixie!” Dan called out. “I got it! I got it!” Trixie replied in irritation. -ooooo- “Alright, so what’s the count?” Dan asked from behind the front desk of the hotel. Leaning against the desk in a tight-fitting bellhop uniform that left his shins and forearms exposed, Chris adjusted his red bellhop hat. “Two bellhops, two workers working the front desk, three cleaning ladies, and five guests. The hotel break room is getting a little crowded.” Dan nodded and turned to his side. “Elise, see if you can find a hotel room we can keep our overflow victims in.” Sitting at a desk chair and wearing the female hotel’s worker uniform, Elise nodded. “No problem,” she responded as she typed away at a computer. Standing on the other side of Elise, Sunset scowled down at her as she wore a matching outfit. “Shouldn’t you be finding the Dazzlings on that thing?!” “One thing at a time,” Elise replied. Sunset let out a small frustrated growl. Still wearing the ill-fitting bellhop uniform, Pinkie walked up with a pile of miscellaneous clothes. “Hey Dan, I took the clothes off all the people we knocked out.” “Good work Pinkie,” Dan said. He rubbed his hands together. “Now we have loads of disguises to choose from!” “WHY DO WE EVEN NEED MORE DISGUISES?!” Sunset exclaimed. Dan raised an index finger. “You know the Person Scouts motto, ‘shoot first before they shoot you’. Chris rolled his eyes. “Their motto is ‘be prepared’, Dan.” “Oh, well that fits too.” Sunset sighed and shook her head. “Where’s Trixie and her boy toy?” “I told them to knock out the kitchen staff,” Dan said. Sunset shot an irritated look up towards her eyebrows as if they were the source of her frustration. “Of course, it’s so obvious now.” Pinkie smiled. “Well it was once Elise intercepted a call from the Dazzlings!” Elise shrugged. “Well, they just called for room service.” “Wait,” Sunset said as she looked back down at Elise, “if they called, does that mean you know which ro—” “Stop!” Dan cried. “You’re overthinking this!” Sunset glared at Dan. “I’m overthinking this?!” Pinkie placed a hand on Sunset’s shoulder. “Good job. The first step is admitting you have a problem!” “But I wasn’t… GRRRRRRRRRR! How do you people get anything done operating like this?!”  Chris shrugged. “We’ve gotten good at sort of blundering into success.” “Look, it’s really very simple,” Dan began. “One of the Dazzlings called to have a bunch of tacos delivered. All Dixie and obnoxious teen have to do is make some tacos and lace them with enough chloroform to knock out the Dazzlings.” “Trixie can barely make macaroni and cheese edible!” Sunset cried. “What makes you think she can make something palatable enough to be worth eating?!” “Well you go help them cook, then!” Dan exclaimed. Sunset suddenly turned several shades paler. >-ooooooo-< “I give up,” Sunset declared as she walked up to a square wood grain table and flung herself into a chair across from Twilight Sparkle. Her face and clothing were splattered with a number of different-colored condiments. Twilight looked up from the book she was reading. “You were just making sandwiches.” Sunset nodded. “And I said, ‘I give up’! I really don’t see what’s hard to understand about this conversation.” Twilight sniffed the air and turned. “Why is there smoke coming out of my kitchen?!” Sunset gave Twilight a pensive grin. “Let’s just say there were… complications with the mayonnaise.” “… But you don’t cook mayonnaise!” “That was the complication.” <-oooooo-> “You know what?” Sunset said with a nervous smile. “On second thought, maybe Trixie’s boyfriend will know what he’s doing.” -ooo- “I have no idea what I’m doing,” Gibson said as he dropped a lettuce leaf into a large blender. “I thought you worked as a chef!” Trixie exclaimed from a few yards away inside the stainless steel kitchen. “Baker!” Gibson corrected. “Big difference. My mom usually does all the cooking at home.” “It’s just tacos!” Trixie exclaimed. “How hard can it be?” “Well… Why don’t you try making them, then?” Gibson asked. “Trixie is on guard duty!” Trixie exclaimed. She pointed her wand at Gibson. “If I let my guard down for even a second, the kitchen could be swarming with hotel staff!” “I think we knocked most of them out on the way here…” Gibson said as he added an onion to the blender. Trixie shook her head. “There are a lot more floors… What are you doing with the vegetables anyway?” “Er… Dicing them?” Gibson said in an unsure tone. “In a blender?” Trixie said as she raised an eyebrow. “It’s brilliant! Maybe that’s how the tomatoes are diced, too?” Gibson’s eyes went wide. “And how the cheese gets shredded!” “Yes!” Trixie cried as she grabbed a tomato and a hunk of cheese and added it to the blender. Gibson closed to the lid as right before Trixie turned the device on. ‘WrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRR!’ Green, white, red, and yellow all spun around and around, soon turning into a brown sludge inside the jar of the blender. Trixie hit another button on the blender and it ceased spinning and slicing up the contents inside it. “Hmmm…” Gibson said as he examined the brown mass that had been created. “I expected it all to be a lot less goopy somehow…” “Hey!” Trixie and Gibson jumped as feminine accusatory shout rang out across the kitchen. “I thought you were on guard duty!” Gibson said in a harsh whisper. “Er… Trixie was distracted by your ingenuity?” Trixie offered as she grinned pensively and blushed slightly. “What’s taking my tacos so long?!” A woman with light blue hair with dark blue streaks in it demanded.