Screwball went into her kitchen to make snacks for us (she may be a silly party-pony, but she has manners) and while she did so, the Doctor looked around her living room, and just to be polite, he called to Screwball, saying,
"What a lovely place you have, Ms. Screwball! Its structure is quite impossible, though. But that's what makes me love it even more! You should come see my house sometime! You may think, though, that its quite small at first, but trust me, its 'bigger on the inside'! "
I tried to signal for him to please stop, but he didn't notice me, and Screwball came in, saying,
"Why, thank you, Mr. . ."
"Doctor, just the 'Doctor'. And this is my, er, assistant, Brightly Litt."
" 'Doctor,' " she said, "My dad made this for me. He put a spell-thingy on it to prevent it from ever being torn down or anything tragic like that."
The Doctor just nodded and sat down next to me, got some of the snacks off the tray Screwball brought us, and Screwball started her story.
"I was created by Discord some 200 or so years ago, when he first came to rule Equestria, as a pony to keep him company, because there was nopony else with his desire to cause chaos. But, he did so in secret. He didn't want anypony to know what he had done, especially since he had built up a reputation for himself, to be all-powerful and heartless, when, in reality, he had just as big a heart as anyone. When he created me, he put some of his chaotic powers and abilities into me, along with other things. And, since he's immortal, so am I. The time we DID spend together, in truth, was the best years of my life, that I can remember. Some of my memories are faded and old, but the ones I remember better are the moments when I was with my daddy, like the time I got my cutiemark, the day Discord got me Screwloose, and any of the times we pulled hilarious pranks on ponies. But the one that has just happened about a week ago, the one where you are asking me about his tooth, was the most prominent one, feeling like it has a more important purpose to it.
It happened about a week ago, while I was taking Screwloose on her daily walks in the local park. There was something very. . .different about that day, though, ponies seemed to have been unawaredly avoiding it, whereas Screwloose and I were drawn to it. The moment we entered the section of the park where the garden is, I heard my daddy's mischievious laugh. I got so excited, that I nearly let go of Screwloose's leash, which, after LAST time, would have been extremely tragic. Anyways," she continued, "We investigated the source of this laughter, until we came to a clearing in the garden's maze. There, in the midst of all the beautiful flowers and gorgeous scenery, was his dragon tooth, floating mysteriously in the air. As I approached it, my daddy's voice spoke, in an echoed voice, he said, "My dearest daughter. I have come to you to say that I'm so sorry for not being there when you needed me the most. You know, being a statue is SUCH a bore. Instead, I am presenting you with a chance of fun, yes, the kind we've enjoyed long before I was put in my solid state. But instead of causing trouble in anyway, why don't we mix it up a bit, and actually HELP. Doesn't that sound fun? I know you won't get it at first, but come in a week, you'll understand well enough. Have fun!! I love you! See you again soon!!!!"
I took the tooth, placed it around my neck with one of my balloon strings, and continued on with our walk, not really getting what Discord meant when he said '. . .won't get it at first, but come in a week, you'll understand well enough', but since then, I've been searching all around the town for a week, wearing daddy's tooth, hoping that somepony will know what it is if I wear it publicly, and looking for somepony or someponies that will help me solve this problem."
I looked at the Doctor next to me and mouthed "Discord knew we'd come!!" Of course, the Doctor just nodded, his looks telling me to hush, and looked to Screwball to finish her story. She continued,
"It wasn't until the end of the week that I felt a sensation that I could not explain, even with my Screwy Sense*," my eyes widened a bit. Could Screwy Sense be like Pinkie's Pinkie Sense? I kept pondering that while she concluded, "I was in the market place, when I suddenly sneezed backwards, which is an unexplainable doozy. Then, a few minutes later, as I was trotting home, I saw a strange blue box that wasn't there yesterday, and I instantly knew that Discord's prediction was happening. I was so eager to get home that I nearly forgot my home address, can you BELIEVE it!!! How could I forget this place!" She motioned to her surroundings, and continued, "Anyways, I made it home safely, and only had two visitors, you and Mr. Litt here. I can't explain it, though, how you ponies. . ."
Oh Celestia. How does she. . .
"Have never tried out my signature cake! It is to die for!"
Wait, WHAT!!!
"Oh yes!! It was rated in the Manehattan magazine as the best treat on this side of Equestria!! Better than Appleloosan pies by two stars!!!"
OKAAAYYY. . .Not what I was expecting.
*Screwy Sense IS indeed, a past version of Pinkie Sense.*