//------------------------------// // 5.5 - Agent G - Adventure; No Spoilers // Story: Pony Stories: Season 5 // by lunabrony //------------------------------// Pinkie Pie was doing what she had done a million times before. Another spectacular party was planned for exactly twelve noon today, which was in approximately four hours. That meant balloons had to be inflated, streamers had to be put up, cannons had to be loaded with confetti and strategically placed so as to avoid a repeat of The Great Cannon Incident, which had inadvertently caused somepony's poor grandmother to end up in the hospital. "Higher!" Pinkie called, sitting on the ground and instructing Rainbow Dash in the elaborately delicate art of streamer hanging. Rainbow Dash, who was up in the air near the ceiling, moved higher, placing the end of the streamer an inch over its previous position. "Higher!" Pinkie called. The streamer was moved higher again. "That's too high! Lower! Come on, Dashie, we've been through this!" Dash glared at her and lowered the streamer again, this time back to exactly where it had been a second ago. "PERFECT!" Pinkie shrieked with such a shattering decibel level that Rainbow Dash dropped the streamer entirely. It was not tied to anything, only draped over various curtain rods, and proceeded to use the force of gravity to take all the other streamers with it, the rainbow colored banners lying in a heap on the ground. "Aw, man, now we gotta start all over!" Pinkie said. Rainbow groaned loudly. "Why can't Gummy help you? I like a party as much as the next pony, but this is seriously cutting into my nap time." "Don't be silly. Alligators can't plan parties. Hey, where is Gummy anyway?" As it turned out, the gator in question had slipped out. His usual unreadable look of pure boredom etched across his face, he scampered across the side room to the kitchen, before jumping up on a chair and pulling the fridge open. He jumped inside, and the door shut on its own. There was the usual blast of cold air that made his body want to start shutting down as he flicked the switch that controlled the light when the door was open. When the door was shut, however, and controlled from inside, the bottom of the fridge dropped out, and Gummy went spiraling down a winding chute, landing at the bottom on a cushioned chair in front of a large, high definition monitor. Gummy blinked slowly, expressionless. The monitor suddenly blinked on without warning, the screen filled with such an enormous blue eye that it scared the poor reptile to death. The gator expressed this intense, undeserved fear by blinking again. "Is this on? Is this on?" A high pitched voice shrieked. The eye pulled away, and Gummy could clearly see that it belonged to a bright pink monkey, the same monkey who always called him when he needed to go on these emergency missions. All of the pets were mentored with other pets in some far off unknown location, and he would never understand why he had to be paired a simian replica of The Pink One. Did he not endure her hyperactivity enough already? "Hi!" The monkey hooted, hanging by her tail from some unseen object and looking at him upside down. "Alrighty-o, Gummy! You know the drill! I've received reports that there are some baby ducks near your location that need rescuing, over by Hayrule Lake. You know where that is, right?" Of course he did. "Get the ducks back to their mother, and return to your owner before anyone notices you're missing. You're on a top secret mission, Gummy! So don't tell anyone what we're doing! And that means nobody! Because if you do, WE'LL FIND YOU!" She swung forward towards the camera on her tail, attempting to dramatically end in a close-up, but missed the camera completely and fell to the floor. Her dramatic exit ruined, a pink finger reached up from the bottom of the screen and clicked the monitor to black again. Gummy turned and squeezed out through a hole in the wall, emerging outside of Pinkie's house through the drainpipe. He knew exactly where Hayrule Lake was, and made his way there. He had to hurry, as time was of the essence, and he couldn't move very quickly on his little legs. He reached the lake after about thirty minutes, looking around for any sign of the subjects he'd been sent here to rescue. Ducks were a common enough sight around a large body of water such as this, however one seemed to be in any danger as far as he could see. Gummy continued around the edge of the lake, listening for anything out of the ordinary, and his hard work was rewarded when he saw two of the horse children throwing rocks at a terrified group of fluffy yellow ducklings. The ducklings were cowering behind a rock, wanting to get back to the water but the children were in their way. Gummy had seen the foals around once or twice, but didn't know their names. Diamond Crown and Silver Knife? Something like that. "Get outta here, stupid ducks!" The pink one was laughing. Gummy thought fast and hard. He couldn't just go rushing out there, he wasn't very fast, and he wasn't very big. This was a situation which called for quick action, and the use of the enviornment. He peered around. The mother duck was absolutely horrified, pinned on the other side of the girls and quacking ferociously, but unable to get near her ducklings due to the rock activity. It was a large gathering of geese that drew the young gator's attention, and he approached them cautiously. Geese were infamously wicked, and usually hung around together in large flocks. The lead goose glanced at his comrades, and stepped forward as Gummy approached. "Eyyyy," the goose said. "You uh... you lost little man?" Gummy blinked. The goose spread its wing out in front of itself, studying its primaries. "What, that? That ain't our problem, kid. Why should we get involved?" *blink* "So yer sayin', we go over there, you gonna make it worth our while, eh? You best not be lyin', ain't nobody makes a fool out of Tony." *blink* "Whoa there, little man. No need to use such language. We'll help ya. But I expect you'll come through on your end of the deal. Cause ah... you know. Folks that stiff Tony, they ain't seen around no more, capishe?" Gummy nodded. "Alright. Just so ya know." The goose raised its wing over its head like an old German salute, then brought it violently chopping down in midair. "Let's go, boys!" The geese charged forward, spitting and honking and flapping, making a ridiculous amount of noise. The two girls watched the geese come, initially frozen with surprise, and quickly found themselves surrounded. The rock throwing stopped at once, and the girls shrieked before running off, chased by the honking, hissing geese. Gummy approached the ducklings, looked at them, and nudged them towards the water. They needed very little encouragement to rejoin their mother, who quacked at the gator with everlasting gratitude. The gator just stared at her, his tail swishing twice, and then turned slowly to waddle back towards The Pink One's house. --- It was only 11pm, the party still wouldn't start for another hour. Pinkie was placing an enormous punch bowl on the table, and turned to look as Gummy re-entered the room, blank expression on his face. "Oh, there you are, Gummy!" she giggled. "Boy, it sure must be easy being an alligator. You never have to do anything interesting!" The faintest of smiles crossed the gator's green snout, and disappeared just as quickly.