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// Chapter ? Part ?: Zap Apple 
// Story: Boy and His Box: The Lucky Block 
// by Jake Witt 
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I stood at Applejack porch, waiting for a response from somebody. I've been tasked by the farmer for a job, though I think I might have an idea.

The doors opened up finally after the long almost one minute of waiting. "Eeyup?" a red stallion asked.

"Applejack here?"

"Nope."

I kicked a small pebble lightly. "Do you any idea when she'll be back or why she called me here?"

"Nope. Eeeey- nope."

"Are you busy?"

"Ah sorta am."

"Can I help you with anything?"





What began as Big Mac practicing his banjo (don't ask me how) turned into a small band when Pinkie brought out an accordion and a drum set. Applebloom brought spoons and a wrench for my anvil anvil while two Lego minions got out a cello and Granny Smith brought a lute.

I cleared my voice.


"Thunder."

"Thunder."

"Thunder."

"THUNDER!"

"I was caught- in the middle of a railroad track."

"Thunder."

"I looked round... and I knew there was no turning back."

"Thunder."

"My mind raced- and I thought what could I do?!"

"And I knew; There was no help, no help from you! Sound of the drums, beating in my heart, The thunder of her sun... Tore me apart!"

"You've been... AppleSTRUCK!!!"

My minions gave me odd looks as Mac bobbed his head. I could make a "bobbing for apples" pun but- Too late.

"Rode down the highway...?" The minions shrugged back at my improvised lines. "Broke the limit, we went to town."

"We went through Texas, my Texas, and we had some fun!" Pinkie's ear flicked from the word.

I had to change this part for Applebloom's sake, sadly.

"We met some ponies, some parties gave a good time!" The tiny me's looked disappointed. I, too, felt like I was butchering a great song.

"Broke all the rules; played all the fools!"

"Yeah yeah they, they, they blew our minds and I was shaking at the knees. Could I play again, please?"

The minions looked satisfied enough to continue.

"Yeah them ponies were too kind. You've been THUNDERSTRUCK!!!"

"I was shaking my Bonopoly piece. Could I play again, please?" The minions dropped their cello and left on 'Bonopoly'.

Before I could give the finishing lines, the music ended as a familiar pony cleared her throat. Applejack held out her hoof as Big Mac slowly gave her the banjo.


When she ended, she nodded. "Not bad tunin'. Since y'all are done; I'd like a word with Lego."





Everyone left faster than a tumble weed and I found myself inside the barn with Applejack.

"So, can ya create an apple?" she finally asked.

"Better than that!" I said, in one fluid motion I spawned a gold apple like a magic trick instead of the usual "not here now here" shtick. "Magic gold apple."

She took the blocky fruit in her hooves, checking it before taking a bite. Her fur seemed to take on a slight glow and surprise reached her features. "What the-?!"

"I don't know how to translate my logic to your pony body logic, so my guess is that you become as healthy as a hor- um... Very healthy. Healthier than possible and a lot less hungry for a limited time. For me, my stamina relies on food thus I eat a lot to compensate for my running."

Her eyes went wide as a smile crossed her face. "How many can ya make?!"

I shrugged, "I've never tested it out. I can drop sixteen at a time if that helps."

"I'll pay ya to do this, Lego! Think of the new frontiers!"

"Yeah. Your competitors slowly failing due to the fact you can sell an ungrowable miracle fruit."

"Hold on-!"

"But there's more positives! Gold apple jam could be a medicine or a way to prolong races and competitions! You can sell these apples anywhere~!"

I gave a small grin as Applejack pondered. "What if ya can't deliver or others lose their farms or many begin to live near the dangers of Ponyville?"

"There's many variables to consider," I got up. "Think about it. Who knows? Maybe I'll be a competitor!"

"Please don't," she stated.