The Michael Rosen Pony Adventure

by Alfoals Trottenbauer

III - Dining Hall

They went through the door on the end.

"Dinner hall." Michael commented.

A long table stood on the floor and eighteen chairs rested along the sides. Counters were on the walls of the room. A stove cut between two counters and a sink was indented into another.

There was a fridge on the side of the room.

"Fridge... What's in it?" Brian asked as he went over and opened it.

He pulled a pitcher filled with orange liquid out of the fridge.

"Oh, this is peach syrup." He smiled as he took the top into his mouth.

The liquid in the pitcher turned from a warm orange into a disgusting yellow.

"Blech! Thick cooking oil!"

"Haha!" Michael laughed.

"I don't think it's funny," Brian stated.

A plate rested on the table, with still steaming potatoes.

"Hot food. Oh, I love hot food." Harrybo said as he put his hands on his head.

He went over to it and ate some.

His eyeballs popped out of his head and he started dancing around the table.

"Watch out everybody, the potato's a bit hot."

Ace placed a hoof over his face.

"Why are we even in a dining room? There's a woman coming after us, and she throws exploding stop signs. Shouldn't we be running?" Ace asked.

"Now, you might be thinking, 'If the Lollipop Lady is after us, why are we mucking about in the Dining Hall?" Michael responded.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm thinking." Ace interjected.

"Fair enough, and I'll tell you. It's because... I dunno!"

"Alright, but let's get going then." Ace said, indicating a hoof towards the door.

Michael Rosen spotted a chocolate cake on the table.

He snapped his fingers.

"Michael, don't do it." Ace warned.

"Chocolate cake."

"Michael! Don't do it!" He said louder.

"And I can't stop myself! I go chop! chop!"

He started chopping the cake and scarfing down slice after slice.

Another man fell from the ceiling. He had a white long-sleeve shirt on with pictures of flowers on it. He ate the rest of the cake.

When the cake was gone, the man in the white shirt got off the table.

"Oh no... It's all gone! What am I going to do?" He asked the air.

"Older Rosen." Michael asked the man with the white shirt.

"I know! I'll just wash up the plate, no one will notice..." Older Rosen continued.

"Older Rosen!"

"No need to shout. Blimey!" He responded.

"Lollipop lady has escaped!" Michael said to Older Rosen.

"Oh no!"