Whose Line: MLP

by Harbinger Of Mist

Improbable Mission [2]

Hey! Welcome Back to Whose Line! ...I said welcome back! *Bzt! Bzt!*

Huh?
What?!
It's about time.
Installing update 1 of 38...

Yeah yeah, it's been a while. Let's just cut to the chase and move on with a game called "Frequent Flyer Miles, My Ass!"

What kind of a game is that?

I like it already.

No, sorry. That was just a message. *Ahem* "Improbable Mission"! Dull and Blunt, come on up.

*Audience applauds*

What I need from the audience is an example of a common household activity.

Bed-making! Making a sandwich! Pizza Delivery!

Pizza delivery? Ehh... Not a household activity, but I think that sounds doable. So, Dull and Blunt, you'll be going a mission where you deliver a pizza. Star will give you your instructions. Now, whenever you're ready, take it away.

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Dull and Blunt were just about to sit down for lunch when Star started banging incessantly on the door. "Open up! Let me in! It's raining!"

Dull rushes over to open the door and let him inside. As Star shakes himself dry, Dull replies, "why didn't you just use your spare key?"

"That was a key? Anyway..." Star pulls out a dry parchment with a message. "He bites my ear as he plunges deep insi--" He gasps at the sudden realization of what he was reading and drops the letter. He quickly dots out a cross pattern on his chest and resumes reading the other side on the paper. "Afternoon agents."

"Afternoon," Dull and Blunt respond in unison.

"Lovely weather we're having, huh?"

They all look out the window.

"Ahh, see? I told you I'd get the hang of sarcasm. Now, your next mission is of grieve importance: You must... deliver a pizza. Make your way down to Gahoofcie's, pick up the Xtra-large double artichoke and olive deep-dish and deliver it to that stuck up airhead my nephew next door."

"Oh my god..." Blunt utters in shock.

"Yep, sucks to be you, doesn't it?" Star teased with a smile.

"No, I just finished reading the other side of the message."

Star's face became one of disbelief. "Why does she tear out piece's of her journal for these messages?!" The letter then suddenly burst into flames and instantly burned to ashes.

"Apparently that," Dull stated.

"Mane's on fire, by the way." Blunt points to Star who promptly screams like a filly and darts outside to extinguish it.

Dull turned to his partner. "Well, there's no time to waste. Let's go!"

They shake hooves and hurry into the garage. They climb into the front seats of the car and sit dumbfounded for a couple of seconds. "Wait." Blunt speaks up. "What the hell is this thing?!"

"Well don't look at me!"

"You're sitting in the driver's seat. Or at least I assume it's the driver's seat."

"I don't know how to use this thing." Dull ponders for a moment. "I got it." He climbs out. "You drive. I'm getting the beans..." he reaches for an old can of beans on the garage shelf and opens it with the pull-tab. He gulps it all down and climbs onto the trunk of the car.

"What are you doing?!" Blunt calls back.

"Keep your eyes on the roOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAD!" They are both caught off guard as they start to charge out into the streets and speed past oncoming traffic, which was mostly horse-drawn carriages.

"Sorry! Comin' through! Pardon! This thing hasn't been invented yet!" Blunt called out to pedestrians as they raced their way to the parlour.

The "engine" came to a halt just outside the front door of the parlour. "Mr. Gahoofcie?!" Dull hollered. The parlour was completely dark. He hopped off and peaked inside the window. "They're closed?!"

"Then let's get a pizza from another place!" Blunt beckoned.

"No! The letter said it had to be this place." Dull goes back to the trunk, opens it, and digs through the junk. "We'll have to break in and make it ourselves!" He pulls out a large contraption. "I got the glass cutter!" He immediately tosses it at the window, causing it to completely shatter, leaving them plenty of room to enter. "Come on!"

Dull jumped inside and waited intently for his partner to follow. He looked surprised as he watched him get out of the car and just walk in through the front door, which was apparently unlocked. they both shrug it off and made their way into the kitchen. "Alright, where could we get some dough?"

"I think they keep some in the fridge." Blunt walks into the fridge and immediately finds a lump. "Got one!" He suddenly begins feeling all snuffly. "Oh no. I think they put garlic in the dough." He flattens the dough on the counter and violently sneezes all over it.

"Whelp, there's our sauce."

"What?!"

"It's for Blueblood. Who'd you think our boss was talking about?"

"Oh. Whez the cheese?"

Dull goes into the fridge and digs through the contents of the shelf. "Found a block!" he brings it out and places it on the counter. "Now how are we supposed to grate it?"

"I got a weed-whacker." Blunt pulls it out of nowhere and revs it up.

"Perfect!"

The motor buzzed as he ran the business end all over the block of cheese, little shreds flying all over the room. The whole room was full of "grated" cheese all over the floor, almost no one of it stayed on the counter. Blunt stopped the machine and observed. "Aww, it's not enough."

Dull looks around for a moment before making a hasty decision. "Looks like we'll have to make some." He pulls out a cowbell, and amazing, a cow shows up in the kitchen. -Moo!- "Whoa there, Betsy!" Dull quickly grabs a stool and bucket and gets to work.

"Awe we gonna have time to make aw own cheese?"

Dull turns around and stares back at him. "Cheese is no laughing matter..." He resumes milking. "Go get the artichokes!" The cow gets startled and trots away, -Moo!- kicking over the bucket on the way. "No, not you!" He picks up the overturned bucket and watches the last few drops trickle out. He moans in frustration. "Gaaaaaahhhhhh..."

Blunt picks up the lump of snotty dough. "What now?"

Suddenly, a ding sounded behind them. "What the--?" Dull inspected the source and found an oven that was still on. He gasped when he looked in side. "An Xtra-large double artichoke and olive!" He takes it out and prepares to pack it up. "Ahh! But it's thin crust!" he picks it up and tosses it out the window.

"Should we just cook this?" Blunt suggested with the snot-dough still in his hooves.

"Screw it. Let's get one from the market."
*Bzt! Bzt! Bzzzzttt!*

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*Audience cheering*

Haha. Ya, screw him, he's not worth it. A thousand points to each of you. And I'll give 500 to Star if he shares the rest of that story...

No, thanks. I choose life.

Well that all the time we have for now, but don't go away!

Returning to stasis...

Author's Note:

I am so sorry.

I was hoping to make a another military brony special, but from the way I wanted it produced made it difficult. If I don't let my crippling lethargy get the better of me like it has been (I've been unemployed for the past 2 months for Christ's sake), then hopefully I'll have a Christmas special. If it's not done by the appropriate date but is like 90% finished, I'll just half-ass the title and make it a New Year's special to give me an extra week.

But if you get nothing by year's end, send me messages saying that you want more. I do have the passion to make these chapters the way I want, I just need the motivation. I WANT to make these, I just need the occasional boot to the head behind.

Comments

[Europa]

Ha! That was pretty creative. The car not invented, garlic allergy, the cow going to get the artichokes, this was well put together.

Don't worry about not putting out a lot of these. After... 37 chapters, it's understandable if you're feeling a bit tapped out.

[Harbinger Of Mist]

6730271 Au contraire, mon frère. I got my head back in the game. I was never really tapped out; I don't plan to be anytime soon. My absurd laziness just kept getting the better of me.

I've finally started fanning that spark again, and I should hopefully have a 5 chapter Christmas special ready on time.
Motivation is all that I lacked, motivation is all I really need.

[Harbinger Of Mist]

6732585 You and I know very well what.

[Europa]

Let me guess. Writing a chapter and hit Publish instead of Edit, then unpublished hastily?

[Harbinger Of Mist]

6748307 when you're a chronic saver like i am, you end up pressing the button four at a time for assurance. As well as after every paragraph. So you would be correct my friend. It happens to me a lot more often than you may think.

[Europa]

6748337 Oh no, it happens to me a lot too. Curse you knighty for putting the buttons so close together!