In deep, dark abyss of space, a lone meteor fell from the sky and was heading toward Earth. Said meteor was going at an unimaginable speed, as chunks of it fell off as it fell towards New-New York. Were it any bigger, say... a couple of miles bigger, then the citizens of earth would most likely try to stop it... and if it failed, they'd evacuate to another planet. The meteor lost most of it's mass, leaving it be a bit bigger than a bowling ball by a few inches in diameter, as it crashed onto the front porch of a red building with on it, spelled into it's metal bars on the catwalk above & just above it's door with the logo of a spaceship, reading 'Planet Express'. It steamed from entering the earth's orbit, leaving a small crater right in front of the door. Out from one of it's small hole, a robot hand hand on an arm extended right out, stretching out and pressing onto the building's doorbell. A loud 'Ding-Dong' was heard, and the robotic arm came right back inside the meteor. The meteor cracked in half, revealing a package was inside the whole time with a letter on it. The front door opened, and a really old professor with blue slippers came out really slowly.
"What's this?" he asked himself, adjusting his glasses. He leaned down and picked up the package, though his backed cracked as he did it. "Ooph! I should've had Fry or that robot to do this." he walked back inside the building, carrying the package.
Inside the building, right past the kitchen & break room, was a huge spaceship sharing with a meeting room that had a circled table & chairs for everyone. All sitting around the table, clock-work, was: a human male with orange hair wearing a white t-shirt under a red jacket with cargo pants; a robot smoking a cigar that was smooth all over & had a door built into it's chest for storing things; a woman a purple pony-tail wearing only a white tank-top with black pants... and is a cyclops; a Jamaican human male with glasses, green pants & jacket over a yellow-white vest and plump compared to everyone; a lobster-esque alien (called a Decapodian) wearing a doctor's outfit & sandals; an Asian woman that was much younger than everyone with black hair and wore a pink hoodie with matching yoga pants; and finally, a middle aged man with a bushy gray mustache in janitor clothes with a brown hat. The professor entered through the main door, holding the package.
"Good news, everyone!!!" He announced as he placed the package on the table "We just received a package."
"Who's it for?" The human in red asked. The professor took the not off and looked at it.
"Hm... I can't read this! It's in scribbles!"
"Allow me, professor." The robot said, getting up & blowing out a puff of smoke. "You humans can't read anything unlike us robots!"
"Very well. Give it a go, Bender." The robot took the letter and looked through it.
"Ah crap! This is either a different language or someone has horrible handwriting!"
"Maybe it's from my homeworld?" the Decapodian suggested.
"Shut up, Zoidberg! Read!" Bender tossed the letter to the Decapodian and sat back in his seat, pulling a beer out of his chest and chugging it. Zoidberg looked at the letter.
"It's not mine."
"Maybe I should-" the pink wearing woman spoke
"Let's not take turns trying to reading this!" The professor interrupted. He turned to the janitor. "You! What's your face!"
"I'm Scruffy," he replied, sounding bored "the janitor."
"Whatever! Go outside and fix that porch! We can't have those midgets sue us for having a crater in our front porch." Scruffy got up and made his way out, though really slow and lazily.
"...You said this package came from a meteor?" The cyclops asked
"...Uh wha-!? Oh! It did. Though I'm not sure what is has inside of it."
"Well," the Jamaican spoke, standing right up. "as this place's bureaucratic officer, I suggest that we-" the box moved on it's own. Everyone froze.
"Did the box just moved?" The man in red asked. Again, the box moved on it's own, and everyone jumped. The box began to move around violently, as if it were alive
"¡El diablo!" Bender yelled "¡El diablo!"
"Wait! Look!" The cyclops pointed out. The box moved onto one of it's sides, and the top opened. Rolling out was a small creature covered by a small blanket with small muffins printed all over it. The Muffin patterned blanket came off, as the said creature was revealed: it was a small, grey looking horse thing with a blonde mane & tail, wings on it's side, and it's eyes were really big looking, though it's pupils weren't straight as one looked up & the other looked down. Everyone gasped at the sight of this creature, but said horse thing sat on it's rump, smiled, and looked around in total bliss.
"What is that!?" The Bureaucrat asked The professor hastily pulled out a scanner and examined the creature at it began to chase after it's own tail.
"Hm... according this scanner," the professor answered "it is an entirely new species!"
"A new species!?" The cyclops asked
"Why yes! This creature may be a subspecies to a horse, and, by the looks of it's wings, it's loosely related to the Greek Mythology of a Pegasus."
"So the pegasus is real!?" The man in red asked "And I thought there was no God!"
"No, Fry! I'm not exactly sure, but there may be a chance that this species once came to earth as some sort of messenger for something greater... but what?"
"Well whatever it is," Bender spoke, turning around and waling into the break room. "I'm gonna get us the seal clubs!"
"Bender!" The woman in pink yelled "How can you say that to something so cute!"
"Look at it's eyes, Amy! That thing is stupid! More stupid than Fry!" He walked right out
"Yeah!" Fry agreed. He froze, then blinked, realizing what Bender said. "Hey!" The pegasus' ears flattened and she looked down, sniffling a bit.
"Look at what you did!" The cyclops exclaimed "You made her cry!"
"Her!?" Zoidberg asked "How can you tell it's a woman!? That thing tells us it's a boy!"
"That's her tail, idiot!" She looked down at the pegasus and carefully grabbed her. The pegasus froze and was soon held like a baby in the cyclops's arms. She stared into cyclops's eye and gave a curious look. "It's alright; Ma-Ma Leela's here for you." She began to use her index finger and rubbed the pegasus's tummy. "Gootchy Goo! Gootchy goo!" The Pegasus let out a happy squeal.
"Aw... that's so adorable!" The woman in pink exclaimed, walking next to Leela. She looked down at the pegasus, smiling. "She needs a name, though."
"...You're right, Amy. This little gal needs a name!" The door reopened, and Bender came in with a club.
"Alright!" he announced "Hand me the Derpy one with hooves!"
"BENDER!!!" The women yelled in unison. The pegasus's ears flicked and she turned herself around, looking at Bender with a smile.
"It already has a name?" The bureaucrat asked "And it's... Derpy?" The pegasus gasped with a smile, turning toward the bureaucrat."
"You're onto something, Hermes!" Zoidberg exclaimed
"Shut up!" Bender yelled "Hand over the hooves!" Derpy turned back to Bender with a smile.
"...I got it!" Fry spoke with a snap. "It's Hooves Derpy!" 'Hooves Derpy' turned to Fry, but not smiling, instead with disinterested look that said 'that's not it, idiot'.
"You idiot!" The professor yelled "It's Derpy Hooves!" Derpy let out a squeaking noise as she smiled. Bender snagged Derpy out of Leela's arm and set her on the table. He held his club up in the air and prepared to swing at her!
"HI-YA!!!" Leela yelled as she kicked Bender to the floor, making him drop his seal club. Derpy giggled hard as Bender got up, only to be meet with Leela's fist to his face. She picked up Derpy and held her like a cat. "You do not hurt Derpy at all, got it!?"
"...Yes ma'am." Bender replied weakly before falling back to the floor. "Ugh... I think I got whiplash."