Hoof of the South Star: The Movie

by Mod On Death

Putting on the Glitz

Spike double-checked the money he brought with him for snacks while he waited for his three other friends to arrive. The line he was standing it was at least a hundred ponies long and he was sure that the rest of the line was not going to let him hold onto three spaces any longer.

"Come on," he mumbled to himself as he saw the disgruntled looks on the nearby ponies' faces. "They'll be back any second," he said, hoping that it would make them stop staring. It did not.

"Hey Spike. Thanks for holding while we freshened up," Apple Bloom said as she got back into her spot. The rest of the line seemed to calm down once they had returned.

"What took you so long?" he asked them.

"We're not gonna answer that," Scootaloo replied. Spike was going to say something when he realized that where he was going was no place good. "So, when are they gonna open?"

"I heard that the makers of the comic are coming tonight, so I think we'll be allowed in once they get in as well." Spike told them.

"You think we'll be able to get their autographs?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"I really hope so," Spike told them as he brought out a poster of the film along with a marker. While the four of them waited in the line, around the back of the theater were the comic creators sneaking into the theater.

"Can't believe they told us to come this way," Heyfield complained again. "We made this thing! We should get the red carpet."

"You didn't make it. Buronson and I made the thing," Sound reminded her coworker. "Heck, we just made the comic also, not the actual movie."

"Still don't get why they made us all wait out here for some employee to sneak us is," Queso said as he spoke for Williams, Low Web, Red Lead, and Finch, all of them just resting while they waited for the midnight premiere.

"Look, I already explained it to you," Mr. Bates, their boss and editor explained, "that the theater doesn't want us causing a scene with our appearance." They think that the fans that hated our mandate issues will cause a disturbance if we're known."

"Are ponies still upset about that?" Sound asked.

"Just this morning I recieved a flaming bag that I hosed down, only to find that inside were copies of my mandate issues," Heyfield told them. "They left a note saying that it was the best possible use for that comic."

"Can't believe we've actually ended up making more money from ponies hate-buying our comic to destroy than when our comics are actually good," Bates once again pondered. "Really think I should do another-"

"Bates, you do that and I will personally set our studio on fire," Low Web said before he fell back to sleep.

"So why isn't our beloved Quality Control pony here?" Heyfield asked, noticing that Cloverbud wasn't among them.

"Remember, dear? She said that she had something really important to do and then just ran off," Golden Bell, his girlfriend, reminded him.

"Yeah. Don't know why she needed to run away. It's like she wanted us to be suspicious of her." The back door to the theater opened as Heyfield finished up, a whispering employee on the other side.

"Okay. I think you guys can come in now. You all have disguises?"

"I dyed my hair aquamarine, so that'll be less conspicuous than my normal hair," Sound told the employee. "Anypony else?"

"Nope. Just you." Sound looked around and saw nopony else but her had changed her appearance.

"Come on, guys! You know that my hair got permanently dyed before this. Now I have two layers and feel like I have my hair glued together."

"Well, it, um, looks good on you?" Queso said, trying to calm her down.

"Look, can you guys just get in here. Lot of fans wanting to get their food before the show starts," the employee reminded them.

"Oh yeah. The fans that want to kill us," Williams said as he got up.

"Hey. You're only a true fan if you hate the thing you claim to be a fan of," Bates reminded him. "Now let's go see this possible train wreck."