Whose Line: MLP

by Harbinger Of Mist

Sound Effects

Alright, welcome back everypony! I hope you all got your snacks for what's coming up next. If not, then I hope you all had nice, solid bowel movements.

Okay, I know this is a teen-rated fic, but you gotta make fun of me like that?

Okay. In that case, I hope everyone had explosive diarrhea.

Oh, now you're talking smack about my cousin!

Haha! Oh, anyway. Let's move onto a game called "Sound Effects". This is for Dull and Blunt. Now I just need to go up into our audience and find two lovely young mares to assist our actors. Ah, hello there. What's your name?

Granny Smith.

Granny Smith? How nice. Please take a spot beside my desk. Everyone give a hoof for Granny Smith! *Applause* Aaaand, ah! Who might you be?

Rarity.

Rarity! Nice to meet you. Please join Granny Smith beside my desk. *Applause*

Now how this game is played is you two are going to take these microphones and provide appropriate sound effects when prompted by your respective actors. Rarity, you'll do the sounds for Dull; and Granny, you will make sounds for Blunt.

Now the scene is... Dull is a burglar breaking into a bank in the middle of the night. Let's also assume there's no security guards. And Blunt is the police officer trying to apprehend him. So, if our audience assistants are ready, take it away, Dull and Blunt.

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In the now silent night-time streets of Fillydelphia, Dull has just broken his way into the city's most successful bank and made his way up to the large vault. "For such a big bank, you'd think they'd hire night-time security. Alright, now to see what's inside this baby." He removes a saddlebag and sets it on the floor. ("Poomf") "I'm glad I'm using a padded bag." He starts digging through his tools. "Okay..." ("Rattle-rattle-rattle-rattle") He pulls out a baby rattle and looks at it with disdain. "Oh, Junior... My bag isn't a place to keep your toys." He puts it back in his bag and pulls out his stethoscope. "Aha! Here's my stethoscope!"

Dull steps up to the safe and puts on the stethoscope. (*Makes two squishing noises*) Dull shudders. "Uuugh... I need to clean my ears when I get home." He presses the apparatus up against the safe and turns the knob. ("Cli-cli-click cli-cli-cli-click cli-cli-cli-cli-click click!") "There we go..." He puts away his stethoscope and opens the safe. "Wow... No alarm either?" ("Bri-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-ding!") He jumps at the sudden noise. ("Bri-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-ding! Bri-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-ding!") He calms himself and walks over to a ringing phone. He picks it up and answers with confusion, "Hello?"

The other side responded, "This is the police!! Surrender or I'll be forced to use force!!" Officer Blunt had just appeared behind Dull as he put away his cell phone. "Alright, scumbag! You're coming with me!"

Dull stood firmly and challenged him. "Oh yeah?! And just how do you plan to do that?!"

Blunt responded, "I'll wrestle you down and put you in these cuffs!" He whips out a pair. ("Clink-clink")

"You're a buffoon if you think you can bring me in with broken cuffs!" He gestures to the cuff that broke off from the chain and landed on the floor in front of him.

"Fine!" Blunt exclaimed. "Then I'll just have to taze you!" He takes out his tazer gun and pulls the trigger. ("Psssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh!")

"Gaaaaahhhhh!" Dull yelled in agony and fell to the floor. "You got my suit all wet!"

Blunt inspects his gun to find it to be of the water squirting kind. "Dammit, Junior!" He throws the gun on the ground. ("Crack-crack")

Dull stands back up and grieves at his condition. "Oh, my wife is going to kill me!"

"Oh! In that case, I'll take you to her instead!"

"You'll never catch me alive!" Dull runs past him and out onto the street.

Blunt chases after him. "Get back here!"

"Never!" (*Starts humming chase music*)

Dull is trotting at an immense speed to try to escape the demise at the hooves of his wife. Down the street, 'round a corner, through an alley and over a fence. Blunt is hot on his tail the the whole time, not wasting any effort in closing the gap between him and his perpetrator. Dull keeps peering down at his shirt pocket as continues to lead Blunt on this goose chase. He clumsily takes out his cellphone and answers it. (*Stops humming*) "Honey, I told you not to call in the middle of a heist!... Yes, my outfit is still dry!" He hangs up and tucks it back in his pocket.

Midway through the chase, Blunt has an epiphany. "Wait a minute... I can fly!" He hops into the air and flaps his wings. ("Fwap fwap") He hastily closes his wings tight in a worry before hitting the ground running. "Oh, right! My doctor said not to!"

After over a minute of non-stop pursuit, Dull managed to get himself cornered in another alley. They were both panting heavily, but Blunt had the training to remain energized enough to close off any means of escape. Dull resorted to his final plan. "Don't come any closer!" He points a gun at his hunter.

"You really want to add another offence to your inevitable sentence?"

"I warned you!" Blunt ducked as Dull pulled the trigger, ("Bang!") to which a little white flag stuck out of the muzzle. He removed it and held it meekly in both hooves up to his face. "I surrender."

"Oh, It's not gonna be that easy." Blunt replied with ravenous intent. "No perp of mine goes down without a fight! I don't want to be the laughing stock of the station by taking in a willfully submissive criminal!" He leaps at Dull to wrestle him the ground. However, he rolled to the side and made him crash into the wall. ("Boom!") Blunt immediately got blown back by a mysterious explosion as Dull covered himself for protection from the debris.

He was in complete shock. "What the--" ("I can tell when you're lying, you little snake!") A voice roared from beyond the smoke. "Sweetheart?!"
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Alright. A thousand points to Rarity for throwing in her own little tidbit of improv. Celestia knows these guys needed the help.

Oh, thank you kindly. Do you think I have a natural talent?

Nah. According to your flank, you were just lucky.

Hmph!

If it's any consolation, Dull would be lucky to have you as his wife!

She could be young enough to be my daughter!

Eh, doesn't matter so long as you're famous!

Really?! Hey you can be my wife if you want!

Shut up, she's mine. We'll be back with more Whose Line! Don't you go anywhere!

Author's Note:

Special shout-out to Fallen Prime and his group, The Points Don't Matter. If you are a big fan of Whose Line I would suggest looking him up and finding his own Whose Line series hosted on his channel: The Points Don't Matter.

Comments

[Europa]

I love it! The second 'Damnit Junior' line really got me.

[Cloverleaf]

Superheroes! All four, enter one by one. Crisis picked by audience, as well as the first hero name. About thirty seconds between each incoming hero. Most recent already entered picks the next hero name.

[Harbinger Of Mist]

5012344 i don't think i'll do that one. it would feel a little awkward for me.

[Harbinger Of Mist]

4985898 and you got moar

[AngryPenguin]

Rarity is best pony