Appledashery

by Just Essay

Moving Right Along

"Don't you worry, Miss Dash!" exclaimed a stallion in a chipper voice. He stood behind a counter of a warehouse, scribbling onto a clipboard. "Here at Clyde and Sons Moving Company, we pride ourselves on our speed and efficiency!"

"Yeah, that's cool and all," Rainbow murmured, hovering above him. "But... like... how quickly do you think you can get all the stuff moved from one place to another?"

"Heheh... well... I can't promise that any of us are as speedy as the Great Rainbow Dash." He winked with a smile. "Y'know... my cousin was there in Cloudsdale at the Best Young Fliers Competition when you produced the Sonic Rainboom. Really epic stuff, ma'am—"

"Yeah. Uh huh." Rainbow cleared her throats. "How quickly can you guys get my furniture to Ponvyille Pawn?"

"Youuuuuuuuuu mean the shop that's in the heart of downtown?"

"Right."

"Well, that's not very far at all!" The stallion beamed. "We can get all the things you listed transported in less than six hours!"

"Is that at your standard rate?" Rainbow Dash asked.

The stallion blinked. "Well... yes. As I said, Miss Dash, it's not that great of a distance. We're... uh... used to shipping things across the greater lengths of Equestria—"

Rainbow pointed at a poster on the wall behind him. "What about the Express Rate?"

"Ma'am?"

"That's your fastest service, right?"

"Oh... y-yes! Definitely! It's just that—"

"Wouldn't that get the stuff to the shop in less than three hours?"

"Less than two, actually. We... pride ourselves on our speed. And we'll have five workhorses on the move." The stallion squinted his eyes. "If you don't mind me asking, why the big hurry, Rainbow Dash?"

"I do mind you asking, thank you very much," Rainbow grunted. "It's your fastest and most expensive service. Do you or do you not want the bits?"

"Well... I... uh..."

"I'd like the Express Rate, please," Rainbow said, sliding the bag of bits over. "You should find more than enough in there."

The stallion gazed at the satchel, then at her. He forced a smile to his face. "M-most certainly, Miss Dash." He nodded. "We're more than happy to help you." He cleared his throat and brought the pen to his clipboard. "When... uh... when would you like to schedule the move?"

"As early as possible," Rainbow said.

"Well, we have a window open at the start of this coming week—"

"That's great, but I mean as early in the morning as possible," Rainbow muttered, gazing across the warehouse. "I... want as few ponies to witness the move as possible."

"We... start our services as early as five in the morning."

"Great." Rainbow Dash sighed. "That'll do."

Comments

[fourths]

She's really just going to disappear without telling anyone, isn't she?

[HiggsBoson42]

I really hope somepony can talk her out of this, but I really doubt that will happen.

[Aatxe360]

7313952
7313974

5 am.? You know, a lot of freckle farmers are up that early and sometimes even earlier...

[DrEggnog]

Daaaash, the more you drag on the secrecy, the worse it's going to be when your friends find out. The liar is always revealed. Haven't you ever seen a sitcom? . . . Oh, right. But still!

[HiggsBoson42]

7314031 Well, its 6:45 P.M. in my time zone.

[Sabin]

7313952 looks like she's going to give it her best shot to do just that

[WhitewolfStormrunner]

7313952 I would say so, yes.

[WhitewolfStormrunner]

7314031 Very, VERY true.

[Hestia]

Dash . . . don't do this to your friends.

[zaponator]

Rainbow, come on. You've learned many times over that your friends aren't fans of the whole disappearing act shtick!

[bronyheat]

Do the lies and avoidance not end until she's a limp noodle, penniless, broken, homeless and lying in a ditch till one of her drinking buddies finds her? Maybe she'll even pawn off broke-hearted Epcot for some drinking money?

How is this the darker Dashie-timeline when the other one is filled with dead friends and this one promised cuddles?