• Published 30th Jun 2016
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Why is the Twilight Throwing Books, and Who Called Cops? - CrispySparrow



Twilight Sparkle is throwing books from the windows of her castle. And of course, as always, someone called the cops. Good job Spike. Look what you did this time.

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Yes, Twilight can help you with that

Upon that fateful morning, of the day that the cops got called, Spike had a problem. He wanted to wake and bake, but he hid his weed so well, that he hid it from himself. I am sure that Spike cannot be the first stoner to have had this problem. So Spike was a little bit annoyed with all this. At first it was because he usually wake and bakes, and he likes to do that, but then he got all riled up on the very principle of the thing. After all, it is very annoying when you cannot find something which you just purchased, especially when that thing cost a good amount of bits.

Especially because this last time he bought a decent amount. A very decent amount. So much, that he could not just stick it anywhere. But he cannot remember where. When the realization comes to him, that he has a lot of things to help Twilight with today, and a decent amount of an illegal substance was unaccounted for, he began to panic a little. He decided that he would try to get some time away from Twilight that day, so that he could look around the castle for his weed.

On occasion, Twilight hold court, I mean she is Princess after all. When she holds court, Ponies from Ponyville, as well as anywhere else, are all welcome to head on down to her castle, and ask her questions. In the beginning, ponies were just welcome to come straight to her and ask away. Very quickly this became a rather unruly and chaotic process. So Twilight enlisted Spike to put a general filter on anyone coming in, just to make sure they did not ask too many questions that were too dumb and wasted too much of her time. Twilight was pretty busy after all, so she would try to multitask and get some other things done as well, while she was at it. Kill two sparrows with one stone, as it were.

Today, the day the cops got called, were one of those days where Twilight held court. And on this morning, Spike sat at his little desk, with its little bell, and he figured he could slip away for a few moments, to look for his weed. After all, it was not too busy yet. So slip away he did, and as he was rummaging around some things in one of the spare rooms, he heard the little bell ring several times. He rushed back to his desk, the bell ringing all the while, as he shuffled quickly down the hallway.

Oh jeez, not again, Spike thought as he rounded the corner, and saw who was ringing the bell absent mindlessly. He took his place standing behind the desk, and gave her a deadpan stare, as she likewise stared but in two different directions, all the while ringing the bell.

"Can I help you," Spike said in a monotone.

The look which the grey mare gave him made it clear to Spike that she had only just noticed him. With great difficulty, she brought her eyes together to look at him. She slowly opened her mouth, while looking at him. She looked at him with her mouth open for a few moments without saying anything. When she finally spoke, she did so slowly, and deliberately,

"Spike? I have a question for Princess Twilight,"

Spike continued to stare at her,

"See the mares at the flower shop put a sign on their irrigation drainage that said not to drink the water from it."

"And?"

"And then I made tea with the water, and now I'm not feeling so well,"

Spike looked at her for a few moments.

"Head on in, Twilight would be happy to help!"

Derpy smiled, as her pupils slowly shifted back into their respective positions. She flew into the next room, but not before hitting the wall.

Spike listened for a moment, and when he heard Twilight greet her visitor, he quickly shuffled off to continue searching for his hidden stash. His searching was interrupted on several occasions by more visitors ringing the bell. And on each of these occasions, Spike told each pony that whatever stupid question they had was something that the Princess could definitely help them with. Eventually enough visitors were lining up, that Spike put a hastily scribbled sign on his desk, instructing all visitors to just head on in and see the Princess.

This was probably a bad move. But that was not Spike's problem.

That was future Spike's problem.


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