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Dan and Pinkie Take a Slice out of Life - Justice3442



A misanthropic man finds himself sharing an apartment with a bubbly, hyperactive girl. A pink pony turned human is doing her best to adjust to a new world. Together they will get through sharing living space without killing each other... probably.

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Part 1 Pinkie Vs. Clothes: Chapter 3: Pinkie Vs. Laundry Day

Dan and Pinkie Take a Slice out of Life

Part 1 Pinkie Vs. Clothes

Chapter 3: Pinkie Vs. Laundry Day


Dan opened the door to his bathroom and walked out with an angry glower already locked and loaded on his face. His hair was still wet and water dripped from it, soaking the collar of his slightly dirty shirt. Likewise, his jeans were also a bit on the dirty side.

Pinkie stood a few feet away from the door holding a new set of clothing with a hopeful smile on her face. She opened up her mouth to speak.

“NO!” Dan said forcefully.

Pinkie opened her eyes wide and puffed out her lower lip.

Dan cross his arms in front of him and quickly threw them to his sides. “NO! No way! I don’t care if you give me your puppy-dog look all day! I’m not making a rap about putting on articles of clothing dreamed up by men and women who lived in a time where miasma was considered a cause of cholera!”

“Come on, Dan!” Pinkie tilted her head and cupped he hands under her chin. “Pleeeeeease?”

Dan narrowed his eyes, glanced at Pinkie, and turned to towards his side.

Erm… What are you looking at?” Pinkie asked.

“The window,” Dan answered. “I’m trying to figure out what it would take for me to just pick you up and throw you through it.”

Pinkie sighed, “I’ll figure it out…”

Good! Now if you’ll excuse me, I'm missing out on some high quality animal devouring.” Dan turned towards the large furniture, appliance, pillow, and blanket fort and walked off towards the entrance.

Pinkie reluctantly walked into the bathroom with her change of clothes.

Dan crawled back onto his side of the mattress where Mr. Mumbles greeted him with a “Meow.”

“Hello, Mr. Mumbles.” Dan smiled and picked up the cat, setting her on his lap as he got comfortable in front of the TV. He resumed his watching of crocodiles surprising animal after animal and dragging them into murky depths.

After several minutes of listening to the sounds of running water followed by relative silence, it dawned on him that there were much fewer noises from the bathroom this time around. Dan pursed his lips. Well, she’s quieter… but should I be relieved or worried…? Dan considered the individual he was dealing with for a moment. Worried… definitely worried… Pinkie? he called out. Is everything alright…? Did you get so mad at your bra that you tried biting it to establish dominance… again?

“I’m fiiiine~!” Pinkie called out cheerfully.

Dan squinted his eyes slightly, shrugged, and went back to watching the television.

A little bit later he heard the increasingly familiar sound of Pinkie’s excited pitter patter of feet across the carpet as she came scampering up to him.

He glanced at fort entrance, half expecting to see a half-naked, or almost fully naked Pinkie poke her head inside. Instead, Pinkie appeared fully dressed in a red shirt with a floral design and a pair of jean shorts. She crawled inside with a huge grin on her face.

Dan looked at her suspiciously. “What are you so happy about?”

“I solved my bra problem!” Pinkie announced happily.

The look of suspicion on Dan’s face only grew. “Don’t tell me you’re just not wearing one.”

Pinkie grinned. “Yeeep~!

Dan paused and glanced at the bed sheet ceiling for a bit. “Okay but… I don’t think…” He knitted his brow and looked back at Pinkie. “…Can you even do that?”

Pinkie nodded and reached for the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it up. “Sure! Look!”

GAH!” Dan cried as he quickly shielded his eyes. “Why are you so desperate to show off every part of your anatom...” Dan trailed off as he stared at Pinkie chest. He lowered his hands from in front of his face. “Is that… is that medical tape?!”

“Yepper!” Pinkie said as she looked down at the white, adhesive substance wrapped around her chest. “I remembered you had some in the first aid kit and I thought, ‘Hey! That would help hold me in place!’ So I grabbed a roll and just wrapped myself up!” Pinkie grinned. “Pretty clever, huh?”

Dan chuckled and smirked. “I’m whelmed by your brilliance.”

Pinkie pulled open her mouth wide enough to make an audible ‘squee!’

“So you’re ready to head off to the Laundromat?”

Pinkie pulled her shirt back down and over her chest and nodded. “Ready!”

Dan nodded, gently picked Mr. Mumbles off his lap, and sat her down. He crawled out of the fort as Pinkie followed close behind. Dan walked over towards the kitchen, leaned down in front of the sink, and opened up the cupboard underneath.

Uh… Dan?” Pinkie said in a confused tone. “If I need to wash your clothes, why are you grabbing stuff from under the sink?”

“All part of the laundry day process…” Dan said as he rummaged through the cupboard to the sound of rustling plastic. He pulled out a couple crumpled up black garbage bags, and began sticking a bag in another. He repeated this process a few times essentially making a multi-layered bag.

“What’s that for?” Pinkie asked.

Dan rolled his eyes. “What did you think you were going to carry all the clothes in?”

“I figured that much out!” Pinkie cried. “I meant why are you using so many bags?”

“Oh,” Dan replied. “I’ve learned after years of doing my own laundry that the first few layers tend to melt once I put the clothes inside.”

“Uh… melt?” Pinkie said in a mildly worried tone.

Dan repeated the process of sticking several bags inside one another, followed by pulling out a pair of thick yellow rubber gloves and some tongs.

Pinkie watched all of this with a mixture of interest and worry.

Dan stood back up as he held the gloves. “Alright, hold out your hands and spread your fingers.”

“Uh… okie-dokie-lokie!” Pinkie said cheerfully as she complied.

Dan began slipping one of the rubber gloves over Pinkie’s hand.

“What are these for?” Pinkie asked.

A dark grin spread across Dan’s face like unwanted clouds blotting out the sun. “You’ll see…

-oooooo-

DaAaAaAaAaAn~!” Pinkie wailed from behind the bedroom door. “The fumes are making me nauseous and dizzy!”

“BREATHE THROUGH THE WET RAG, LIKE I TOLD YOU!” Dan cried from the furniture fort.

“It’s not wet anymore!” Pinkie cried. “Some yellow fumes from under your clothes dried it right up… Also it’s not really a rag anymore, either… It sorta dried up and crumpled into ashes!”

Dan sighed as he went back to shouting across the apartment, “Just walk up to the window and get some fresh air!”

“But every time I open your window the birds outside get really sleepy and start falling out of the sky!”

There was a brief pause before Dan replied, “… I don’t think they’re sleeping!

“Uh… resting, then…”

“… Probably not doing that either…”

“… Pining for the fjords?” Pinkie suggested.

“Pinkie! The birds are de–!”

Pinkie interrupted Dan as she sung a loud, oddly upbeat melody at top volume.

THESE FUMES ARE MAKING ME DIZZY!

AND NOW MY HAIR IS REALLY FRIZZY!

I THINK THIS IS WHAT THEY CALL MIASMA!

AND I’M AFRAID I MIGHT NOW HAVE CHOLERA!

SO PLEASE DAN JUST LET ME HAVE THIS ONE THING

AND LET ME BELIEVE THESE BIRDS ARE RESTING

CAUSE I’M NEAR THE END OF MY ROPE

AND THE SMELLS HERE ARE MAKING ME CHOOOOKE~!

Dan grumbled irritably to himself. “Alright, as impressed as I am that you fit in our earlier conversation about ancient illness theory, do you have all my clothes ready, or not?!”

Dan heard the door to his bedroom open and someone step out of it. “Ready!” Pinkie called out.

Dan crawled out of the fort and stood up. He walked to the side of the fort where he saw Pinkie set down two black trash bags that were filled and bulging. Her normally unruly hair was even more disheveled with strands sticking out all over the pink mop of curls, as if Pinkie’s hair itself slowly tried to escape from her scalp. Dan walked up close enough to get a good look at Pinkie’s face; her eyes were puffy and slightly swollen.

“Just in time, too!” Pinkie said cheerfully as she held up her yellow gloves. Smoke and an acrid scent wafted up from the gloves as she held them up. “I think my gloves are starting to melt!”

“Pinkie, take those off before your hands begin to liquefy,” Dan paused and added, “Also, you might to want to run some water over your eyes.”

“Okie-dokie-lokie!” Pinkie said as she walked into the bathroom.

Hmmm…” Dan hummed to himself. He took a deep breath and entered his room. He looked around as he entered, noting how unusually spacious his room was without the piles and piles of clothes heaps that usually littered the ground, not to mention his mattress and other furniture that had been commandeered for the floor of Fort Dan Pie. He walked over to his window and opened it, allowing the room to air out and the noxious fumes to escape outside.

Dan leaned his head out and took a breath of relatively fresh Southern California air as a small bird flew by, cried a distressed sounding ‘cheep!’, then fell out of the sky and down towards the road by his apartment.

‘Thunk!’

“AAAAAHHHHH!”

‘Thud!’

Dan sighed and shook his head as he looked upon the aftermath of the bird colliding into a cyclist and said cyclist losing control of his bike and crashing into a palm tree.

“Laundry Day claims more victims…” Dan said as he turned his head. “Still…” Dan muttered to himself as he walked out of the room. He poked his head into the bathroom where Pinkie was sitting in front of the sink. She let the water run as she continually cupped her hands under and splashed her face with it.

Uh, you alright there?” Dan asked.

“How the heck can you do that without goggles or anything?!” Pinkie cried as she continued to splash water on herself. “I’m only now beginning to feel my face again!”

Dan shrugged. “I get maced and tear gassed a lot, my clothes fumes just don’t get to me I guess.”

Pinkie looked at Dan in surprise. “Wowwie-zowwie! I couldn’t even imagine having my eyes attacked like that so often that I wouldn’t even notice!”

Dan chuckled. “A lifetime of experience! It’s good to start early! I’m surprised more parents don’t use mace on their toddlers!”

The sides of Pinkie’s lips plunged into the deep, murky depths of gloom. “I’m suddenly very sad now.”

“Hey, uh, look…” Dan rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “I just wanted to say that you did a good job gathering up all my clothes… Thanks…”

Pinkie looked at Dan in surprise before she grinned wide and threw her arms around him.

‘CRACK!’

“GAH!” Dan cried as he felt his bones crack from Pinkie’s vise-like grip. He sniffed the air.

“Uh, Pinkie?”

“Yes, Dan?”

“You might want to change your clothes and take a shower before you head out.”

Pinkie broke the embrace and stared at Dan with watery, sky-blue eyes. “But I’ve already gotten changed twice today!”

Dan nodded. “True, but you smell like you’ve just handled a pile of t-shirts that have been stewing in miscellaneous foul, and potentially toxic juices for several months. You know, since that’s kind of exactly what you just finished doing.”

Pinkie sighed and pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her chest wrapped in medical tape.

Dan rolled his eyes. “You really need to get in the habit of waiting until I’m out of the room before you strip.”

“Sorry, Dan,” Pinkie offered. “I’m not used to the act of putting on, wearing, and taking off clothes being such a big deal…” She looked down at her chest and sighed. “I guess I’ll need to redo all this, too,” Pinkie sighed to herself as she grabbed the end of the tape.

“Uh, Pinkie?” Dan said in a slightly worried tone. “You might want to—”

Pinkie dug her fingernails under the end of the tape and quickly pulled on it.

‘Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiip!’

Pinkie’s eyes went wide and she whimpered a quiet, high pitched “Ahhhheee…” Her newly uncovered skin near the top of her chest had gone from light pink to bright red.

Dan stared at Pinkie with a look of genuine concern. Wow… I remember pulling duct tape off my chest… THAT was an amazingly painful experience for me… And I’m guessing my chest isn’t nearly as sensitive as hers… “Uh… how you holding up there?”

“I’VE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE!” Pinkie wailed. She swallowed as her eyes began to fill with water. “That was the most painful thing I’ve felt ever, ever, ever!Pinkie stuck out her lower lip as she grabbed the loose end of the tape, held it up, and quickly pulled on it.

‘Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiip!’

Another strip of the tape gave up its hold on her back.

Pinkie gritted her teeth as she began to emit a high pitched, “Eeeeeeeeeeeee…”

“Uh…” Dan tapped an index finger against his chin as he thought of something to say. “… Would you like me to get you something to bite down on while you unwrap yourself?”

“… Yes, please…” Pinkie whimpered out.

After a long, painful session of ripping medical tape of her chest, a warm, soothing shower, and a maddening round of putting another bra on, Pinkie emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was frayed and disheveled. She wore a pink dress that hung down to her knees and a small, blue jacket. The new ensemble left her décolleté exposed, her skin going from light pink around her neck and collarbone to red and irritated around her chest. Pinkie sniffed the air as she walked towards the front of the apartment and made a gentle “Hmmmmm…” sound.

She stared into the kitchen area and noticed Dan wearing a red apron that read ‘KISS THE JERK’ on the front as he stood in front of a large pot a and stirred it. Mr. Mumbles stood on the ground next to Dan, happily munching away on a bowl of wet cat food.

Dan looked up as Pinkie approached. “Here…” he said as he lifted the spoon and pulled out a heap of spaghetti, placing it into a large bowl that sat on the counter. “You haven’t eaten anything yet, right?”

Pinkie stared out hungrily at the bowl as Dan heaped on a few more spoonfuls of noodles smothered in red sauce. She walked up as Dan opened a drawer in front of him and fished out a fork. He placed it in the bowl.

Pinkie shot Dan a dazzling smile. “Thank you!”

Dan nodded. “Well, I mean… I was making food for myself, so—”

Pinkie paid almost no attention to Dan as she dug her fork into her food.

“WAIT!” Dan cried.

Pinkie looked towards Dan in confusion.

Dan reached over and grabbed a roll of paper towels sitting on the kitchen counter. He ripped off a couple and handed them to Pinkie. “Put those over your dress so you don’t have to get changed again!”

Pinkie quickly sat down her fork and accepted the paper towels from Dan. She placed them over her chest. “Wow Dan! You’re like the best roommate ever!

Dan chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

All furniture in the apartment being used for fort Dan Pie, Pinkie ravenously dug into her pasta as she stood at the counter. She ate at a rapid pace and slurped her noodles, splatting red sauce all over her face, her hair, the counter, and the paper towels she had placed on herself.

Dan held an arm up to shield his face as the sauce flew in every direction. “Ulg, watch it, alright? My clothes are dirty enough as it is…”

Whooooofffs…” Pinkie said through a mouthful of pasta. “Swwory, Dwan…

Dan wordlessly spooned up some food from a smaller pot on the stove into another bowl, this spaghetti clearly having meatballs in it. The roommates quietly ate their meal as the voice of a narrator talking over brutal crocodile attacks drifted out from the fort. Dan and Pinkie remained relatively silent as they hungrily shoveled food into their mouths, the meal serving as an uncharacteristically quiet moment between the two for the day.

Pinkie took a break from her food long enough to walk to the fridge and pour her and Dan a couple of glasses of a pink liquid that had fruit floating at the top.

She sat a glass in front of her plate and handed the other to Dan.

“Thanks,” Dan said as he grabbed the glass and took a sip. He couldn’t help but smile a little as the sweet and tangy liquid hit his tongue. Well, the girl knows how to make punch, I’ll give her that…

Pinkie smiled as she went back to her meal.

Uh, Pinkie…” Dan began.

Pinkie turned and acknowledged Dan’s call as she slurped up more noodles. “Hrrmmmmsluuurp…

Dan shot Pinkie a small glare as he wiped red sauce off his face.

Ooopsie…” Pinkie said with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Dan…”

Forget it…” Dan said in a mildly irritated voice. He softened his face as he continued speaking, “Look, you’ve already been through a lot. Why don’t you save the Laundromat for tomorrow and take it easy for the rest of the day?”

Pinkie paused and looked Dan’s clothes up and down. “But you’re down to your last set of clothes!” She exclaimed as she motioned out to Dan’s clothing. “And now you have spaghetti sauce to go with all the dirt on them! I can’t force you to spend the rest of the day like that and tomorrow until we can get your clothes clean.”

Dan looked down at his dirty, spaghetti sauce splattered shirt and frowned. “Well… if you’re sure…”

Pinkie nodded her head up and down vigorously. “Sure, I’m sure! In fact—” Pinkie stuck out her very large, very long tongue, and with a loud “Sluuuurp!” ran it clockwise over the entire length of her face, quickly, cleaning it “—I think I’ll go now.”

Dan simply stared at her in disbelief. “Uh… okay… You might want to clean your hair up a bit first.”

Pinkie stared at Dan blankly before she raised a hand up to her bangs. She pulled her hand down in front of her face and giggled. “Ooops!” she said as she looked at the red sauce on her hands. “I’ll just go wash up a little.”

Dan nodded as Pinkie bounded off for the bathroom with a “Tra la la la la…

Dan followed her with his eyes and shook his head. “Where does she get all the energy from?”

“Meow,” Mr. Mumbles replied from the floor below.

Dan finished his punch and set the empty glass on the counter. He undid his apron in the back and took it off as Pinkie emerged from the bathroom, walked into the bedroom, and soon reemerged wearing a pair of pink flats on her feet and an assortment of colorful bracelets on her wrists.

Pinkie walked over to the two full garbage bags and bent down to pick them up. She slung them both over her shoulders. “Ooff…” she uttered as she hefted the considerable weight of both bags. “Ready!” she declared.

Dan cocked an eyebrow. “You have a bunch of quarters stashed somewhere in that pocketless looking ensemble of yours?”

Pinkie frowned. “I’m not ready!” she cried.

Dan sighed and shook his head. He walked over to the opposite side of the furniture fort and returned with Pinkie’s pink handbag. He walked over to Pinkie and held the bag up by its straps.

Pinkie smiled and leaned her head down as Dan placed the strap over her head.

“Alright!” Pinkie said cheerfully. “Now I’m ready to start my epic journey!”

“It’s just two blocks,” Dan said as he rolled his eyes.

“A terrifying two block in your city, though!” Pinkie replied happily.

Dan rolled his eyes as Pinkie walked towards the door.

Pinkie stood in front of the door, started at it briefly, then turned to Dan with a nervous grin on her face.

“You can’t open the door, can you?” Dan asked.

Pinkie kept her smile plastered on her face and shook her head.

Dan grumbled to himself as he walked up to the door and opened it, allowing Pinkie to squeeze by with the massive bags of clothes.

“I’m off!” Pinkie declared.

“We get it!” Dan cried as he pushed the door shut.

‘SLAM!’

Dan stopped and stared at the door briefly as quiet once again filled the apartment. He said nothing as the corners of his mouth and eyelids tensed ever so slightly in worry.

“Mew?” Mr. Mumbles called from the floor.

Dan glowered down at her. “I’m sure she’ll be fine!”

‘THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!’

Dan and Mr. Mumbles jumped slightly as someone pounded on the door.

“DAN! OPEN UP! IT’S PINKIE PIE!”

Dan quickly reached for the door and pulled it open.

“DAN!” Pinkie breathed in and out as she tried to catch her breath “Huff… Scary… puff… scary…”

Dan looked up at red mark on Pinkie’s forehead. “What the heck happened to your head…?”

“Huh?” Pinkie replied as she tried to glance up at her forehead. “Oh, don’t worry about that. My hands are full so I knocked on the door with my forehead.”

“Uh… alright…” Dan raised an eyebrow. “So what caused you to abort mission so quickly?”

“THERE’S A SCARY MAN OUTSIDE!” Pinkie cried. “He’s wearing a sinister uniform and everything! I think he might be part of a secret government agency that’s trying to track me down and study me!”

Dan frowned, opened the door and poked his head out. He quickly pulled his head back in and closed the door. “That’s the mailman, and while vile and contemptible, he’s probably not trying to track you down.”

Pinkie frowned. “Maybe it’s a government agent disguised as a mailman!”

Dan raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure it’s my normal, horrible mailman, I mean… it looks like him.”

“THAT’S JUST WHAT THE AGENT WANTS YOU TO THINK!”

Dan rolled his eyes as he pushed open the door to his apartment once more. “HEY, MAILMAN! SCREW MAIL!”

WHAT THE HELL, MAN?!” came a reply shouted back immediately.

“BILLS SUCK!” Dan shouted out.

“YOU SUCK!”

Dan closed the door and smiled. “Nope, same mailman.”

“Are you sure?” Pinkie asked.

Dan nodded. “Positive.”

Pinkie knitted her brow. “Only fools are positive.”

Dan smirked. “Are you sure?”

Pinkie nodded her head up and down vigorously. “Positive…” Pinkie paused. “Wow… even I should have seen that one coming…”

Dan chuckled. “Look, it’s perfectly safe out there… or at least as safe as this neighborhood can be.”

Pinkie sighed. “Alright, Dan… I’ll try again.”

Dan opened the door, allowing Pinkie to step outside once more. He closed it and listened to the quiet sounds of her walking away… and then to the sounds of her quickly rushing back. Dan quickly opened the door as the sound of feet hitting the apartment walkway grew louder.

“DAN! I… WHA!” Pinkie leaned forward to knock on the door with her head again and toppled inside with a ‘THUD!’ as the door was pulled open. She quickly rose to her feet and smiled sheepishly at Dan.

Dan examined her expression carefully. “You realized there’s no way of you making it down the stairs without tripping and falling down them.”

Grin plastered on her face, Pinkie nodded her head up and down.

“… So now you need me to help you down them.”

Pinkie nodded again.

Dan sighed. “Let’s go…”

“Hurray!”

Dan took a clothing bag from Pinkie and walked her to the end of the apartment walkway. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and allowed her to do the same as the two made it down the stairs, Pinkie wobbling and almost stumbling several times.

“There!” Dan said as the two made it to the bottom of the stairs. “You survived the journey of the treacherous stairs,” Dan said sarcastically. Dan handed Pinkie the garbage back full of clothes he was holding. “Now you can continue your epic, two block excursion down the street.”

“Thanks for helping me, Dan,” Pinkie said cheerfully as she took the bag.

Dan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, fine, whatever… Just get going already!”

Pinkie looked down the palm tree lined street towards the Laundromat then back at Dan, back to the Laundromat then back towards Dan once more. She began to grin nervously.

Dan sighed, smacked a palm against his face, and dragged it down. “You want me to go with you, don’t you?”

Pinkie grinned. “Yes please!”

Dan grumbled to himself. “Look! I’m sure you can make it two lousy block and back!”

“But what if the Laundromat turns out to be a hive of scum and villainy?!” Pinkie cried.

“It’s a Laundromat!” Dan cried. “Of course it’s a hive of scum and villainy!”

Pinkie’s eyes shot open wide and she stared into Dan’s emerald eyes with her large, pleading sky-blue ones as she puffed her lower lip out and began to whimper quietly.

Dan rolled his eyes. “FIIIIIIINE!” he huffed out angrily.

“Hurray!” Pinkie cried.

“But when this is over, you have to be quiet for the rest of the day!”

Pinkie frowned. “Yeah… I don’t think that’s even possible…”

Dan sighed.

“Oooo! Oooo!” Pinkie cried excitedly. “What if I put all your clothes away when I’m done cleaning them?”

“I’m perfectly capable of dumping my clothes on the floor, myself, thank you very much…” Dan replied.

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no…” Pinkie looked at Dan with a pained expression and added another “No.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I meant I’ll put your clothes away nice and neatly in your dresser… erm…” Pinkie paused and took mental stock of the furniture Dan owned. “That I guess I’ll buy for you…”

Dan knitted his eyebrows as he stared back at Pinkie. “Dress… her?” he uttered as he tried to process the unfamiliar word.

Pinkie frowned. “It’s a piece of furniture with drawers you put your clothes in sometimes if you have like… a lot of clothes.”

Dan tightened his brow. “You’re making that up.”

“Why would I make up a piece of furniture just to hold something I don’t normally wear?!” Pinkie shot back.

“I don’t know!” Dan cried as he held his hands out in frustration. “Why can’t people and ponies just use the floor?!”

“Uh… maybe because if you leave clothes in a massive pile for too long they get really smelly and require industrial strength rubber gloves and tongs to handle?!”

Dan narrowed his eyes. “Touché, Pinkie Pie, touché.” Dan pondered this. “… Alright, fine. I go to the Laundromat with you, you can buy me a dresser with your stupid magic wallet money... assuming it even exists…”

Uh… the wallet or the dresser?”

“The dresser!” Dan answered. “I know your stupid pink magic wallet exists!”

Pinkie nodded. “And everyone is happy!” she cried as she and Dan began walking down the street.

“… I’m not happy…” Dan uttered in an irritable tone of voice.

Pinkie giggled. “Hehehe… Don’t worry, I’ll fix that.”

Dan sighed. “I was afraid you’d say that…”