The Patchwork Girl Part 1 (The Wizard of Oz)

SET BETWEEN ‘SCOOBY DOO’ AND ‘WILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY’

For the past few hours, Twilight Sparkle and Princess Celestia were constructing a terminal for the Television. If done right, it would allow them to control the various portals the television has conducted. Up to this point, each adventure they’ve taken the television would shoot out portals which proved impossible to control and most of the time Twilight & her friends would end up landing rather hard upon the ground (Among other scenarios). Working on this terminal meant better control for not only where to ‘go’, but to where to ‘land’ as well.

“Spanner,” Celestia requested.

Twilight passed the spanner to Celestia, who grasps it with her aura and cranks a few bolts together until they were stiff as toffee. Twilight studies the blueprints thoroughly, to determine the next step as she faces Celestia.

“So, this should allow us to travel to worlds without trouble?” Twilight asked.

“Yes,” Celestia replied. “In hindsight, this terminal should permit you to go anywhere with but a single word to travel without issues. Although, I should point out ‘one’ rule about traveling to other worlds.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“You must ‘only’ use the terminal if a world is in mortal danger. I don’t want any pony using it for their own gain. Let’s say, a pony whose power-hungry, if you know what I mean.”

Twilight thought about it before responding right away.

“Yes, I understand.”

Just then, the phone on a small table began to ring. Curious, Princess Celestia walked toward the phone, using her magic to lift and answer the phone.

“Hello?” She answered. “Princess Celestia speaking, how can I help you?”

Mumbling could be heard from the other end of the phone, a conversation which only Celestia could understand.

Then why bother saying it then?

It’s my story, that’s why. Do you ever stop complaining? You do this all the time during ‘Scooby Doo’!

Like you’re complaining about ‘me’, just now?

… Shut up.

“Don’t worry, Feather ink,” Celestia continued. “I’ll tell her right away.”

Celestia placed the phone down, before motioning toward Twilight, who could tell something important came up.

“Twilight, I just received a call from Equestria’s Publishing CEO,” Celestia spoke, calmly with a warm smile.

“What is it about?” Twilight asked, curiously.

“It seems they want you to write up some adventures of your trips. Seeing it’s the anniversary of Nightmare Moon’s defeat, thanks to you and your friends, I’ve recently made a request to add something new. It was agreed that we’d like to see some books based on some of your more ‘recent’ adventures.”

Twilight’s face began to light up, like a lightbulb. Having read many books her entire life, now some pony was asking her to write her own book. This was a dream come true for the Princess of Friendship… Well, her ‘second’ dream come true anyway.

“OH MY GOSH!! OH MY GOSH!! OH MY GOSH!! OH MY GOSH!!” Twilight cried, excitedly. “This is amazing! I never thought this would happen, being so busy as princess and everything… BUT IT’S HAPPENING NOW!!!”

But amid all her excitement, there was one thing on Twilight’s mind.

“But what about the terminal?” She asked, worried. “I can’t possible leave that undone.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Celestia assured, smiling. “I can finish the rest from here. You and your friends focus on having some fun, maybe you can find some inspirations during your travels to write about. I’m sure that will get every pony excited.”

Twilight nodded, thinking this would be a good idea to share with her friends and neighbors.

“Agreed!” Twilight replied. “I’ll go get my friends right now; this is going to be so exciting!”

Princess Celestia watched as her former student headed toward the door, smiling warmly.

“She still acts like a little filly deep in her heart,” Celestia thought, happily.

2 Hours Later…

Within the Castle of Friendship, the Mane Six, consisting of Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Twilight Sparkle, along with Spike, gathered around the table. With a few cups of cider and cupcakes on a silver platter, they began discussing what their future book required. Twilight Sparkle, especially, had her quill and ink ready to jot down any notes on a parchment she picked out. Suffice to say, just planning on the development was easier said than done.

“All right, girls,” Twilight began. “Let’s start naming a few things this book needs.”

“What it needs is a cool title!” Rainbow exclaimed. “Make that ‘20%’ cooler, just to make it stand out.”

“I’d say a green cover,” Applejack added. “To represent the Emerald City.”

“Ooh! Ooh! How about some illustrations?!” Pinkie said, excitedly. “Can’t have a good read without pictures.”

“It would help to remember where we’ve been and what happened,” Fluttershy suggested, quietly.

“And we mustn’t forget a backup story, Darling,” Rarity said.

Twilight, however, felt rightfully confused, especially the last thing Rarity brought up.

“What do you mean, Rarity?”

“To put it this way: It’s a necessity for a novel to add a backup story, not only as a bonus for readers but something to add onto the main story. That way so readers feel the pacing takes it’s time, a separate bonus story is just the way to resolve the issue.”

Every pony nodded in agreement, considering it would help with the usual pacing issue. Nothing a bonus story to include in the main arc to add some extra reading for viewers.

“Wonderful idea, Rarity,” Twilight said, happily. “Do you have any particular stories we should tell?”

Before Rarity spoke up, Spike jumped in when he thought of an idea he couldn’t wait to share.

“How about the time we met that girl who fell in love with the Scarecrow?!” Spike exclaimed.

The ponies didn’t answer right away, trying to recall when that moment did happen. But now that Spike mentioned it, there was this moment back in Emerald City that they hadn’t considered before and up till now wasn’t mentioned before.

Or because the original director deemed it unnecessary to include to begin with.

Yeah… I think they really missed out.

“Oh yeah!” Rainbow Dash realized. “You never did tell us what happened.”

“Probably because the original script writer didn’t put it in,” Pinkie Pie said.

I just SAID that!!!

The rest of the Mane Six turn toward Pinkie Pie, confused as to what she said. But they shrugged it off, as Pinkie Pie being… Well, Pinkie. Twilight dipped her quill in the ink, ready to write.

“Well, that’s a start,” Twilight nodded. “Rarity, Spike, mind tell us what happened?”

“Most certainly, darlings,” Rarity answered. “Allow us to tell you about the adventure me and Spikey-Wikey encountered back in Oz. Submitted for the approval of all our friends, we call this adventure…”

THE PATCHWORK GIRL

Dorothy Gale, Twilight Sparkle, and the rest of their friends enter a beauty parlor in Emerald City. After a lengthy trip, they all deserved a chance to clean up and look somewhat presentable. Some, like the Scarecrow for example, really needed this treatment having little straw inside of him (At least what wasn’t plucked out by the Crows). The Tin Man could barely more properly, what with him being so rusty, and a single oil can could only get him so far. As for the Lion, to help him look the part as ‘King of the Forest’, he had to look dashing and professional.

“Oh Darlings, you’ll simply love this!” Rarity said, delightfully. “It’s the most fun you boys can ever have!”

“Oh joy! A beauty parlor!” The Scarecrow said, happily. “What a wonderful place to go!”

Suddenly, the Scarecrow thought of something he hadn’t thought before.

“What’s a Beauty Parlor?”

“Well Darling, a Beauty Parlor is a wonderous place where you go to be beautiful,” Rarity explained. “They can fix your hair, do your eyelashes, or even offer you a relaxing massage. Did I mention they can fix you up, preen and proper?”

“Shucks, that sounds good to me,” The Cowardly Lion said. “My claws have been a bit rough lately.”

“You’re telling me,” The Tin Man agreed. “I’m so rusty I can’t even reach my back, a small problem compared to a multitude of problems wrong with me.”

“Well, don’t you worry about a thing,” Spike said, optimistic. “You’re in good hands… Well, ‘hooves’ and ‘claws’ anyway. We’ll have you all fixed up in no time flat.”

As they strolled along, they came upon a girl performing cartwheels. But up close, this was no ordinary girl before their eyes. In fact, what made her rather unique was her entire body full of patches of many shades of color, as if she was stitched together by hand. All around her were a variety of orange, purple, blue, and pink, not to mention her hair arranged much like a rainbow. Yet the most enticing quality about her was the cutest face all of Oz has ever seen.

“Well… She’s certainly unique,” Spike muttered, under his breath.

“Why hello, there!” She said, kindly. “Welcome to Emerald City!”

Under normal circumstances, this would take the Mane Six and Spike by surprise. But given all the weird stuff they’ve seen all day they paid no mind. But nonetheless, they could appreciate hearing such good manners from this unique little lady. The Scarecrow, especially, was entranced by the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in all of Oz.

“Hello,” The Scarecrow said.

The Scarecrow looked as if he were daydreaming, nearly falling to the ground before the Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion caught him lifting him back onto his feet.

“May we ask who you are, miss?” Spike asked.

“You may call me The Patchwork Girl,” She answered, politely. “I reside and work here in Emerald City for Mr. Woozy, my creator. We run his ‘Dream Fulfillment Parlor’ together, though I mostly just do the greetings.”

“Wait! Did you say, ‘dream fulfillment’?” The Cowardly Lion asked.

“Oh yes, indeed! It’s been Mr. Woozy’s great desire to help those fulfill their lifelong dreams; he’s so generous he’d do just about ‘anything’ to help those in need.”

“You sound lovely,” The Scarecrow said, dreamily.

But The Scarecrow quickly realized what he just said.

“Uh… I mean, he sounds nice! What I meant to say, heh heh…”

The others had noticed The Scarecrow’s odd choice of words but shrugged it off for now. The Tin Man, on the other hand, wasn’t sure how to take these claims.

“He does sound interesting,” The Tin Man said, optimistic yet skeptical.

“What do you make of this, Twilight?” Rarity asked, to no reply. “Twilight? Darling?”

In fact, had they realized, Rarity and the others just realized they lost the others while walking through the endless corridors.

“We’ve just lost the others, didn’t we?” Spike asked, worried.

“I’m afraid so,” The Tin Man confirmed. “It could take ages to find them and we don’t know where they are.”

The Patchwork Girl, on the other hand, merely smiles and slouched along the Tin Man’s shoulder.

“Now don’t you worry,” She assured, kindly. “I’ll make sure we find your friends. But first, I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Woozy himself. If you don’t mind, come right this way.”

Nodding in agreement, they follow the Patchwork Girl to meet with Mr. Woozy taking it as a slight detour before meeting the Great and Powerful Wizard of Oz himself. Still, the more they thought about it, if this man claims to make dreams come true then this proposition was sure to pique their interest… Well, ‘almost’ everyone.

“You know darlings, I’m not so sure about this,” Rarity spoke, concerned.

“What do you mean?” The Scarecrow asked.

“Don’t you think it seems too easy for some pony, or ‘someone’, to make dreams come true so easily? I mean, if such a person could do all that, why would anyone bother going to see the Wizard at all?”

“Hmm… That’s a good point,” The Tin Man nodded. “It does seem too good to be true.”

“Well to be fair fellas, we haven’t met him yet,” The Lion points out. “Maybe if we see him at work, we can make our judgements. Although I do share your skepticism.”

The Scarecrow wasn’t fazed by this at all; in fact, he was sure this was their ticket to get what they want. If this worked, perhaps this Mr. Woozy could help Dorothy and Toto get back to this Kansas she spoke of and perhaps get the rest of the girls back home too.

It wasn’t long before they reached Mr. Woozy’s Dream Fulfillment Parlor, noted by the neon-lit sign and a crowd of folks working busily inside. Such a sight to behold, the whole parlor full of people working hard, in match green outfits (The same shade as the architecture of Emerald City), the walls a light shade of green, levers pulled to-and-fro, papers stamped and approved, not to mention all the lovely ladies greeting all the passing customers.

“Is it me or does this place seem like it shines too brightly?” The Cowardly Lion asked, slightly blinded.

“I’ll vouch for that, Darling,” Rarity said, shielding her eyes. “Probably would’ve been the best time to bring a lovely pair of shades.”

“Mr. Woozy!” The Patchwork Girl shouts. “We have visitors!”

As soon as she shouted, the door leading to the office along the right opens and to their surprise…

“It’s a Munchkin!” Spike exclaimed.

Boy, he wasn’t wrong in the slightest. This was indeed a Munchkin, much like the ones they saw in Munchkinland. This one wore a slim green business suit, deep black shoes, and a top hat shaped like a cloud. This was a very slim munchkin, even for his size, but still deemed friendly enough with that signature warm smile of his.

“Ahh, welcome guests,” He said, politely with a posh accent.

“You must be Mr. Woozy?” Spike asked.

“Yes indeed, young sir. I presume you are here because you all have ‘dreams’?”

“Yes,” They replied, in unison.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen you are in luck. Here at my Dream Fulfillment Parlor, it is an absolute privilege to make the dreams of all our patrons come true. We care not how big your dream is or however small they may be, it is our upstanding offer to find the means to make them happen. So, my friends, do you have anything you most desire?”

The Scarecrow was the first to raise his hand.

“Yes, my fine trim friend!” Mr. Woozy acknowledged. “How may I help you?”

“I want a brain!” He exclaimed.

“A brain, good sir? Well now, don’t that beat all. How about the rest of you?”

Mr. Woozy waited for the others to grant a follow-up response, but a minute came by and not even one answered.

“Well… Don’t you desire anything at all?”

“Well Mr. Woozy, it’s not that we don’t want anything,” The Cowardly Lion spoke, nervously. “It’s just this whole thing seems too good to be true.”

“Agreed,” The Tin Man nodded. “This entire operation just seems… Too perfect for its own good.”

“Ah… I get it!” Mr. Woozy replied, calmly. “You’d be surprised how many of our patrons shared their doubts and concerns the first time they came here. Yes, my friends, I’ve seen this often throughout my career. But rest assured, this is where people go where they can have everything they ever wanted. Even when it’s deemed ‘impossible’.”

Mr. Woozy strolled towards a billboard, showing the pictures of happy customers. The billboard itself had ‘Dreams Come True’ written in big bold letters.

“As you can see, this is the place where people come to be happy. It’s been my lifetime goal to ensure that happiness and harmony thrives here in the land of Oz. I can assure you; we too loathe those door-to-door leaches scamming the poor and the naïve. Our procedures are completely safe, and we’ve had no on-the-job injury, that I see to it the operation goes smoothly myself.”

“Well, I guess that’s promising,” The Tin Man pondered.

“Agreed,” The Cowardly Lion nodded. “Well, in that case, could you make my tin friend a heart, Mr. Woozy? And perhaps a means to make me brave?”

“Absolutely, good sir,” Mr. Woozy said, excitedly. “And don’t worry by straw-filled friend, I haven’t forgotten about you. As soon as I settle some business with your two friends, I’ll invite you right in. Come along boys, let’s talk.”

The Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion, fully convinced, followed Mr. Woozy, who showed them into his office. Yet while her friends seemed happy, Rarity still had this aching feeling inside. A place where dreams become reality, there was something wrong about this operation, yet she couldn’t put her hoof on it.

“What did he tell you Rarity?” Scarecrow asked, excitedly. “I’m good as got my brain, right now!”

“He seems like a nice guy,” Spike added.

“I know, darlings,” Rarity said, quietly. “I want to feel happy for our friends, I really do. There’s just something not right… About ‘him’.”

Indeed, there was something not right about this Munchkin. The question is: What could be wrong about this seemingly charming fellow?

Well you’re just going to have to scroll over to Part 2 and find out.

Is this really a new thing we’re doing now?

Mm-hmm!

The Patchwork Girl part 2 (The Wizard of Oz)

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As they waited for Mr. Woozy arrival, anxious to take their turn, they decided to have a quick word with the Patchwork Girl, curious about her life prior to her creation.

“So, Mr. Woozy created you himself?” Rarity asked.

“Oh yes, he sure did,” The Patchwork Girl replied. “When Mr. Woozy’s business was just beginning, he created me to serve as his little helper. In fact, I was his very first successful creation he ever made. I’ve been by his side helping him make people happy ever since.”

Yet, though her demeanor may decide the group, The Scarecrow noticed a small sigh escape her lips. It was then he paid attention to the sadness on the girl’s face.

“Is something wrong?” The Scarecrow asked.

“It’s just…” She began, pausing a moment. “It’s just I want to do ‘more’.”

Though she spoke quietly, the rest were quite surprised when they heard her.

“I thought being his assistant means you help the customers,” Spike implied.

“I only perform the ‘Meet and Greet’ service, before I escort them to meet Mr. Woozy. He’s the one who does all the work; I never actually get to see what he does. He merely tells me to wait outside like his ‘good girl’, when all I really want is to be useful. I know it doesn’t make any sense.”

“Oh no,” Spike shook his head. “Believe me, that makes ‘perfect’ sense.”

Only now did the group understand the girl’s plight, feeling sympathetic when her job seems smaller than she initially made it to be. Spike especially felt for her growing up thinking there’s much he could do to help his friends and family, yet usually he’s kept on the sidelines.

“I know how you feel,” The Scarecrow said, sympathetically.

“You do?” She asked, surprised.

“Of course! I mean ever since I was stitched together and had my face painted, they stick me up on a wooden pole just to scare crows off the field. But I always fail, sometimes I feel I wasn’t very helpful at my job. That’s initially why I came here, to meet the Great Wizard of Oz, who could grant me a brain and help me become clever.”

“As for my friends and I, we’re merely trying to get back home,” Rarity added.

The Patchwork Girl smiled slightly, knowing she wasn’t alone in terms of her own issues. But what really made her smile was The Scarecrow, him and his charmingly sweet smile. Just the way he connected with her ups-and-downs with his own, desiring to understand a life no one had asked about her nor can relate to. It felt like a huge weight was off her shoulders.

“You know… I’m starting to like you,” She said, with the biggest smile on her face.

“REALLY?!?!?!?!” The Scarecrow asked, surprised. “Uh… I mean… ‘Really’?”

The Scarecrow never expected to hear such a flattering compliment. The Patchwork Girl merely giggles at how Scarecrow seemed to blush at that remark.

“Oh yes… I mean, I’ve never met someone like me before. What you just said, that’s the kindest, sweetest words anyone has ever said to me. I’ve never had the chance to tell anyone how I felt… Until you came along.”

She grabs one of Scarecrow’s hands, as their eyes lock onto each other and they can see the happiness through their gaze. As for Scarecrow, who never felt he had a brain, had a stirring notion unlike any he’s had before, and it felt… Amazing. Rarity and Spike stare silently, finding the happiness between the two rather heartwarming.

“Looks like we found some lovebirds,” Rarity said, cheeky.

“Indeed,” Spike nodded.

The Scarecrow, on the other hand, was very confused. He had no idea what his friends were saying nor even what they meant.

“What are lovebirds?”

But the question never got an answer when…

BOOM!!!

The sound of a car engine chucking drew their attention to some dirty black smoke emerging through one of the doors. The smoke was so filthy, the others coughed hysterically unable to breathe.

“Do you guys have engine problems?” Spike asked, between coughs.

“No!” The Patchwork Girl replied, coughing. “We’ve never had engine trouble before; this is all new for me.”

“We better investigate this!” Rarity declared, determined. “Let’s split up! Scarecrow, you and Spike go left. Me and Patchwork Girl will take the right.

“Got it, Rarity!” The boys said.

The group split up, with the guys going left and the girls heading right. Through the long corridors, they had to duck their heads away from the oncoming smoke. But that was merely the icing of a terrible cake, for no matter how long and far they searched they couldn’t determine the source.

“This is worse than getting lost in the Everfree Forest,” Spike muttered. “Or was it the time I became a giant, greedy dragon?”

“I hope it’s not a fire!” The Scarecrow said, nervously. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m made of straw and I don’t intend on being a bonfire.”

“Believe me, I’ve noticed…”

The Scarecrow and Spike searched for a minute or so, until they came upon a large silver metal door which read, ‘Heart implants for the Heartless’. If this was meant to be a pun, Spike and Scarecrow weren’t getting the joke.

“The smoke’s coming from there!” The Scarecrow exclaimed, pulling the door. “Come on, Spike! Help me open it!”

“Right!” Spike said.

Unable to pry open the door, the two starts backing up preparing to bring it down by force.

“On the count of three. One… Two… THREE!!”

They charged toward the door, which slid open by itself. Spike and Scarecrow end up running so fast, they were unable to stop themselves from crashing into the wall with a loud… BAM!!! They hit the wall so hard, they slowly fell backward onto the floor.

“We should’ve thought this through,” Spike muttered, in pain.

As the two picked themselves up, they saw their friend, Tin Man, hacking up smoke through his funnel hat. They stood in shock, before rushing to aid their friend.

“Tin Man!!!” Spike exclaimed. “What in Equestria happened to you?”

“I was given a new heart,” The Tin Man replied, coughing. “But they used a tractor engine to make me a heart… It exploded and I’ve been coughing up dirty black smoke ever since!”

“That’s terrible!” Spike said, shocked.

If it wasn’t enough seeing their friend suffering, it’s how apparent Tin Man’s dream was fulfilled in a questionable manner. They were intent on having a word with Mr. Woozy if he did something sketchy with the others… Speaking of which…

“Wait a minute!” The Scarecrow realized. “Where’s Cowardly Lion?!?!?”

“He’s in the “Room for the Brave’, right next to us.”

“’Room for the Brave’?!” Spike asked, eyebrow raised. “That’s oddly specific.”

As the group turned their heads right, they indeed saw the door with the sign reading ‘Room for the Brave’. As they enter the room, they freeze in shock over a terrifying sight: The Cowardly Lion, their good friend, strapped to a chair in front of a swirling circle and speakers all around sharing hypnotic suggestions.

“YOU ARE NOT A LION; YOU ARE A HUMAN BEING…”

“I’m not a lion,” The Cowardly Lion repeated. “I am a human being.”

“Lion!” The Scarecrow shouted. “Lion don’t listen to that stuff! You’re being hypnotized!”

The Scarecrow practically screamed at the top of his lungs, but the Cowardly Lion didn’t seem to hear or acknowledge him.

“It’s no use! He can’t hear us! What are we gonna do?!”

“We can’t just leave him like this,” Spike responds, panicking. “We have to do something!”

As the group were thinking what to do, Tin Man spotted a large gray bucket filled with water right next to the door. In that moment, he knew just what to do.

“Grab the bucket and douse him with water!” Tin Man instructed. “That’ll snap him out of it!”

The Scarecrow, as instructed, grabbed the nearby bucket and hurled the water straight at the Cowardly Lion. As soon as the cold water splashed over him, he returned to his senses albeit rather confused and felt a slight pain in his head.

“Oh… Boy! Have I got a splitting headache!” The Cowardly Lion groaned, looking around. “What happened? Why am I soaking wet?!”

It was then the Lion acknowledged the presence of the boys.

“Oh, hi fellas! What were you standing there for?”

“We saved you from being hypnotized!!!” Spike exclaimed.

“Hypnotized?” The Cowardly Lion asked, confused. “What exactly happened?”

“They put you in a chair, then made you watch a swirling circle,” The Tin Man explained. “Seems they were making you think you were a man instead of a lion.”

“WHAT?!?!?! I can’t be a man! I must be a Lion; I’m King of the Forest! How can I protect all the creatures if they see me pretending to be human? I’d be mortified!”

Just then, Rarity and the Patchwork Girl ran into the room with all the boys, shocked by the sight before their eyes.

“Oh my!” The Patchwork Girl gasped. “What in Oz happened here?”

“Boys, you might want to start from the beginning,” Rarity said.

Several seconds passed before the boys were able to explain everything to Rarity.

“So, let me get this straight, Darlings,” Rarity spoke, understanding. “The Tin Man had been given a heart made from a tractor engine, making him cough out smoke. Then, you find Lion hypnotized into being human instead of a… Well, Lion?”

“Basically, yes,” Spike replied.

As a matter of fact, it was Spike who told everything to both The Patchwork Girl and Rarity. Both girls were quite intrigued and shocked over what they just heard.

“I knew something was up,” Rarity pondered, scratching her chin. “Now it’s all a matter of what’s going on and why they’re doing this to us.”

“Patchwork Girl,” The Cowardly Lion spoke up. “Just out of curiosity, probably a few other things I can’t put my finger on… You didn’t know about this, did you?”

“No!” She replied, shaking her head. “I honestly didn’t know about this. If I knew, I’d have asked Mr. Woozy to put a stop to this immediately.”

“If Mr. Woozy is involved in all this, we should at least ask if this is normal operations here,” The Tin Man suggested.

They nod in agreement, hurrying straight to Mr. Woozy’s office. Once there, they noticed the door wasn’t closed properly. It was upon sighting the door an idea popped in Rarity’s head.

“We better investigate Mr. Woozy’s office,” Rarity suggests. “I have a hunch something inside may tell us what’s going on.”

“Are you sure?” The Patchwork Girl asked, nervously. “We don’t want to make Mr. Woozy angry or anything.”

“Don’t worry, Patchwork Girl. I’m sure if we explain why we’re doing this, he’ll probably understand.”

With all concerns out the window, they cautiously enter his office. Inside, loads of stacked paper piled atop each other filled the cabinets, so tall was the pile they nearly reach the ceiling. The only other piece of furniture is a tiny desk with quills and ink ready to use.

“His office sure isn’t tidy,” The Tin Man noted. “Although, I do like the paint job.”

“He does admire painted walls,” The Patchwork Girl points out.

“All right everyone, keep your eyes open,” Spike instructs.

They search around, hoping to uncover anything resembling a clue. They searched high and low, but after a few minutes they couldn’t find anything.

“Nothing so far,” The Cowardly Lion said.

“Same here,” Tin Man added, looking around.

“There’s got to be something,” Rarity said, looking around. “But where could it be?”

Just then, Spike noticed a string of ribbon atop of the filing cabinets. Beating his wings, he slowly flew to the very top of the files. He noticed that the ribbon itself was attached to a small green book.

“Hey guys!!” Spike cried out, grabbing the book. “I think I found something; looks like some kind of book.”

As Spike floated down, the rest of the group came around Spike to see what he found. He shows them the book tucked in his clawed grip, which the majority found rather intriguing.

“Well… At least we found something,” The Scarecrow replied, puzzled. “But what is it?”

“It appears to be a diary of some kind,” Spike answered. “All we need now is to read the latest entry and it’s smooth sailing from here.”

“But Spike, we don’t have sails.”

“It’s a common saying, silly,” The Patchwork Girl giggled.

“Mind if I take a look, little buddy?” The Cowardly Lion asked.

Spike complies, handing the book to Cowardly Lion. Astonishingly, he pulls out a pair of reading glasses from his mane which surprised everyone.

“Darling, I didn’t know you had reading glasses,” Rarity said, surprised.

“Well of course, I do!” He chuckled, amused. “My eyesight’s not so good. I need these to read the finest literature in Oz. Now, if my intuition is correct, his latest entry should have some juicy information if I can find it.”

The Lion began flipped the pages rapidly, hoping to find the latest entry. After a couple turns, he managed to find the latest one.

“Ah ha! Found it!!!” He exclaimed, pointing at the page.

“What does it say?” The Patchwork Girl asked.

“Let’s see, according to this entry, it says…”

DIARY ENTRY NUMBER 161
“I haven’t heard from the Wicked Witch of The East for days. I am worried because my share as promised has been delayed. She knows she needs ‘me’ to spread misery around Oz, to spread her name throughout Oz so she’d be known as the Wickedest Witch in all of Oz. But as of late, I suspect she may threaten to be playing me for the fool. Last I heard, she was heading to my old home in Munchkinland and that’s where I’m sure to find her.

Since aligning with her, I’ve maintained my loyalties to her which I haven’t had the luxury in return during my youth. I still recall the time I concocted a machine to turn the average piece of junk into gold, a project so secret I trust only myself to know. I would’ve been the richest Munchkin in Oz, but the darn machine literally blew up in my face, turning my fellow munchkin brethren to gold. Glinda herself had to resolve the matter and the mayor was furious to discover how the disaster was of my doing. I insisted I only wish to invent something special for our people and he blatantly accuses me of causing more harm than good. I was arrested shortly after for the charge of unethical science and my image hasn’t been the same since.

Ever since that day, I vowed to take revenge on everyone who wronged me. If I had to spend the remainder of my days miserably, I’d make sure there are no exceptions. It’s taken me ages, but I found a means of taking all the dreams that these people hold value and replace them all with nightmares. Soon the day will come when I finally have the respect I rightfully deserve, so says I…

As the Cowardly Lion finished reading, everyone in the room were stunned by what they heard. Not just the discovery of who he truly was, but whom he served…

“The Wicked Witch of the East?!?!?!” They all said, in unison.

“I don’t believe it!” The Scarecrow exclaimed, sadly.

“But it’s true, it’s all true!” Rarity confirmed, wrapping her hoofs around Scarecrow.

“Who’d have thought that Munchkin would served the Wicked Witch of the East?” The Tin Man asked, shocked.

“You’re telling me!” Spike nodded. “Was she really this bad?”

“She was crazy!!” The Patchwork Girl exclaimed. “You don’t know about The Wicked Witch of The East?”

“Well, part from accidentally landing a house on her… No, not really,” Spike admitted.

The Patchwork Girl could hardly believe she was in the presence of peculiar individuals who had no idea about this Witch. She took a deep breath before deciding to relate to the tale of this Witch.

“She was a Wicked Witch, hence the name, but far worse than any that ever lived. She thrived on her vanity so much, she turned those who called her ugly into stone. This one time, the ensure nobody had a face prettier than hers, she literally stole their faces and left them wandering, faceless beings for a month. Would’ve gone on for eternity had Glinda not stepped up to fix the matter.”

Now the rest were understandably horrified, hearing what The Patchwork Girl said. Despite only a tiny segment of what The Wicked Witch of The East was capable of, now they knew just enough about her and wicked describes her best.

“That’s awful!!” Rarity exclaimed.

“That’s not all she did,” The Cowardly Lion added, recollecting.

“What do you mean?”

“When I was but a small cub, I heard this one time of a group of meerkats just having a nice picnic, minding their own business. Then, the Witch herself came by and you know what happened next?

“No,” They all said, in unison.

“She turned them all into raging, venomous beasts just because she found them too cute! I’ve feared meerkats ever since!”

“Yikes! Sounds like someone Fluttershy wouldn’t like,” Spike muttered, disturbed. “But that leaves one question: Why would Mr. Woozy agree to work with The Wicked Witch of the East?”

“I am so glad you ask.”

Everyone turned in shock, seeing Mr. Woozy himself, standing behind them.

“How long were you standing there?” Rarity asked, awkwardly.

“Quite long enough, my dear.”

“You humbug!!” The Scarecrow shouts, angrily.

“Yeah!!” Tin Man and Cowardly Lion added, in unison.

“Yes, I am a humbug… And proud to be!!” Mr. Winky smirked, smugly.

The little Munchkin grabs a bottle of fizzy pop, pouring it into a glass and listened to it fizz. The Patchwork Girl, seeing the look of smug expression on his face, stood on the verge of tears.

“How… How could you do this to those people?” She asked, tearfully. “They’ve done nothing to you!”

“NOTHING TO ME?!?!” Mr. Woozy shouts, angrily. “THEY RUINED ME; THAT’S WHAT OZ DID TO ME!!!”

Mr. Woozy paused for a moment to compose himself, straightening what remained of his hair and took a tiny sip of his drink.

“Ever since I’ve been kicked out of Munchkinland, by my own Mayor nonetheless, I’ve held a grudge on my own people ever since. And what did the rest of Oz do about it? NOTHING!!! They cast me aside, caring for only their previous little dreams over mine!”

“Your experiment turned your people into gold!” The Tin Man pointed out.

“And it would have made us all rich, but they refuse to see my potential! I dedicated my life to giving Munchkinland the recognition we deserve, the respect I so crave, but their tiny-little minds refused to see the big picture!”

“So, why work for The Witch?” Rarity asked, confused. “She could have turn you into a frog for all she cares.”

“On the contrary, my dear,” He spoke, clearing his throat. “You see, during my time in prison, I honestly did not expect any visitors coming to see me… Until The Witch herself came in secret. She claimed to have heard of my inventive talents, offering her assistance to free me in exchange to agree to work with her in servitude. She too has an agenda against the people of Oz, to make them as miserable just the way she is.

“Soon as I was free, I needed someplace to work where I’d have all the supplies, which we required to fulfill our ambition. That’s when I stumbled onto Emerald City, hearing about the Wizard of Oz who could make the people’s dreams into a reality. But no one’s ever actually seen him, and their requests often went unnoticed. Seeing opportunity, I decided to concoct a plan to become the resident role model that this city needed.”

As Mr. Woozy continued his tale, the group understood how such a tiny Munchkin could turn so bad. But none could expect that this Munchkin was so desperate for revenge, he’d pledge himself to serve one of the most dangerous enemies of Oz.

“If you hate everyone in Oz, why did you make me?” The Patchwork Girl asked, sadly.

“Quite simple, my little girl,” Mr. Woozy replied. “I may be a charming munchkin, but I knew I needed a means to persuade the people to come to my parlor and frankly Munchkins are never respected amongst any corner of Oz. So, what better way to draw people to my business than having a friendly assistant that the people can trust?”

“You used her!!!” Spike shouted, clutching his fist.

“Of course, I used her you little fool!” Mr. Woozy spoke, sinisterly. “And what was this I heard about the Witch being crushed by a house? Would you know anything about it… Little Dragon?”

That sinister look from the Munchkin, his eyes staring straight into his own, made Spike very nervous before he spoke up.

“Well… We got sucked into a tornado and we saw some weird things. Two men in a boat, a chicken coop with a turkey, a cow, and then some Witch. I think that was the one we accidentally crushed with the house, but by accident of course. It’s not like we did it on purpose, you understand, don’t you?”

Mr. Woozy’s left eye twitched, his body quivering as if he could burst out in anger like a volcano. But then, with a single breath, he calmed himself before that creepy smile reappears.

“How would you like to meet my pet?” He asked, gleefully.

“Oh, a pet! Is it a dog like Toto, the one Dorothy has?” The Scarecrow asked.

Mr. Woozy merely smiles sinisterly, before placing two fingers into his mouth and blew a shrilling whistle. A loud screech came from his office, so loud the group had to cover their ears from the painful sound they heard.

“I think that’s a ‘no’, darling!” Rarity winced.

“What in Oz is that terrible, horrible noise?!” The Tin Man exclaimed, rattled.

Just then, a creature seemed to emerge out of camouflage, so huge it practically filled the entire room. It appeared plant-like, a green color scheme, leaves growing off its back, and its breath smelled of roses. The roses, covered in blood, sprouted all around its bulky body, with six giant crab legs, a neck long as a giraffe, and a head resembling a coconut with two red bug-eyes. It looked around until it smelled the scent of its meal, licking its chops with its blue tongue. The others stared worriedly, their knees shaking at the presence of this plant beast.

“W-What is that thing?” The Tin Man asked, nervously.

“My friends, say hello to the Nuisance Eater,” Mr. Woozy introduced, with an evil smile. “My most prized pet, bestowed upon me by the late Witch herself. I should warn you though: He tends to bite, for lack of a better word.”

“Rarity, I-I-I-I-I know we’re supposed to stop him,” The Cowardly Lion quivered, backing toward the door. “But since we’re seeing a giant plant monster right now, can we run for our lives?”

“Actually Darling, I do think it’s a good day for running,” Rarity replied, nervously.

“Well then, I suggest we… RUN!!!!” The Patchwork Girl shouted.

The group bolts toward the door and through the corridors, but Mr. Woozy wasn’t letting them get away that easily.

“GET THEM!!!” He commanded.

The Nuisance Eater growled, crashing through the office and pursuing the group. They ran for their lives as they turned from corridor-to-corridor for what seems like an endless chase, all while the Nuisance Eater hurled chairs aside and ran inches behind our heroes. Luckily, they manage to duck in time, but it only made the creature angrier and more determined to eat them.

“I don’t think he’s really happy!” The Tin Man panicked.

“No kidding, Tin Can!” The Cowardly Lion shouts, scared.

“Why do giant scary creatures always try to kill us for doing nothing?!” Rarity panicked.

Rarity tried to keep up with the others, but she wasn’t as used to running great distances as her friends. Thankfully, the Patchwork Girl grabbed Rarity’s front hoof as she dragged the mare towards her.

“Don’t worry, Rarity,” She assured. “I got you!”

“I may not have a brain,” The Scarecrow muttered, tripping between his feet. “But I say this is overkill.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more than ever, Scarecrow,” Spike said.

The little dragon ran as fast as he could, as far as his tiny legs could carry him. Just then, they came to a complete halt and stumbled across two corridors, which split in separate directions.

“Oh great, which way now?” Spike asked, frustrated.

Before the question could be answered, they heard a crash and turned around. They saw the Nuisance Eater lift a table preparing to hurl it towards the group.

“Any direction that gets us as far away from that!” The Patchwork Girl shouts.

The Nuisance Eater hurled the table, as the group dived toward the right path. The table soars to the opposite direction and pounds through the floor at such incredible speed and crashes into the wall.

“That was a close one,” The Scarecrow sighed.

But the relief was short-lived when they saw the Nuisance Eater was still in hot pursuit and everyone began to boot it.

“No time to rest, Darling!” Rarity cried, mid-run. “Keep running!!”

As they ran, the Cowardly Lion and Tin Man faced each other in worry.

“How long till that thing rips us apart like a cat’s chew toy?” The Lion asked, worried.

“Dunno, but long enough for us to think of a plan!” Tin Man hoped.

The two kept running, as it seemed this chase would never end. Yet they were too scared to imagine how long it would be before that monster caught them for its next meal.

Meanwhile, Twilight Sparkle, along with Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Dorothy, and Toto approached the reception area. For some time, they’ve tried to find their friends ever since they got separated. Twilight and Dorothy approach the receptionist at the desk, hoping to find some help.

“Please miss, can you help us?” Dorothy asked, politely. “We’ve lost our friends when we came here.”

“We were hoping you could help us find them,” Twilight said.

The receptionist gave a small smile before picking up her pen to write on a document.

“Don’t worry,” She assured. “I’ll let the staff know we need to find your friends. Can you please give a description?”

As the receptionist began to hear her two clients out, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Fluttershy sat along the chairs discussing the situation.

“You think a place this big should at least have a map,” Rainbow Dash grumbled.

“I know wut you mean, sugar cube,” Applejack said, studying a book. “This place gets you more lost than the Everfree Forest.”

Pinkie Pie was juggling apples to pass the time, then spins the fruit like basketballs. The others took notice but didn’t mind her shenanigans since… You know, it’s Pinkie Pie.

“You have to wonder why the people of Emerald City always wear green,” She asked, bouncing apples on her head.

“Maybe it’s a style choice,” Fluttershy suggested.

“I think it needs a bit more color if you ask me. Maybe a hint of yellow, a pinch of pink, a sprinkle of blue, maybe add some black for depth…”

“We get the point, Pinkie!” Rainbow Dash agrees, looking at the clocks. “Could be worse. At least it’s not a table smashing through a wall.”

As soon as those words are uttered, a table smashed through the wall startling everyone. Pinkie Pie leapt into Applejack’s arms with a squeak, as the table crashed to the floor busting into splinters.

“Rainbow, did ya intend for that to happen?” Applejack asked.

“Uh… No?” Rainbow Dash replied, bewildered.

“Jiminy Crickets!” Dorothy said, while comforting a frightened Toto. “There, there Toto. It’s all right.”

“Ok, that was unexpected,” Twilight said, in shock. “Now, if I can ask politely… WHAT IN EQUESTRA JUST HAPPENED?!”

“MONSTER IN THE PARLOR!!!!” A man shouts, running through the corridors. “MONSTER AT THE DREAM FULFILLMENT PARLOR!!!!!!”

Everyone turned toward the man wide-eyed, stunning over what they just heard.

“Thought you ought to know.”

The man faints from the panic, as everyone in the reception room screamed their lungs out. Papers were tossed all around, everyone racing out the door as an alert was unleashed.

“GREEN ALERT! GREEN ALERT! All Emerald City guards report to the Dream Fulfillment Parlor! Bring weapons A.S.A.P. EMERGENCY!”

The group gather around, trying to assert the situation.

“A monster?!?!?!” Fluttershy squeaked, closing her eyes. “Did the Witch come to get her slippers?”

“No way, it’s too early in the story for that,” Pinkie answered, looking at the script. “At least, I think it is.”

WAIT! WHO LET HER HAVE THE SCRIPT?!?!?!

You said you had it!

DO'H!!!!

*Grabs script* GIVE ME THAT!!!!

“Oops, sorry!” Pinkie smiled, sheepishly.

“This doesn’t feel like the Witch’s style,” Twilight remarked, ignoring the moment. “She likes to get personal; she wouldn’t send a monster to get the slippers.”

“Then, wut in Equestria is goin’ on here?” Applejack asked.

Every pony tried to figure out the cause of the problem, when a thought crossed Dorothy’s mind.

“Girls, what if our friends are in that parlor?” Dorothy asked, worried. “They could be in danger!”

“Then we need to find them right away!” Twilight said, determined.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Rainbow Dash asked, flying in mid-air. “Let’s go save our friends!”

They raced into the hole in the wall, Fluttershy being the last to go. As always, she was hesitant to go forward.

“Why can’t we ever have an adventure without danger?” She muttered, catching up with the others.

Meanwhile, Spike, Rarity, and the others were still pursued by the Nuisance Eater. The case felt like it went on for minutes and the beast was determined to catch them. Eventually, the group ran far enough to hide in a nearby corner without being seen.

“No pony… Make… A sound!” Rarity whispered harshly.

By the time the beast arrived, it began sniffing the area for their scent. The group found themselves in a very precarious situation.

“We have to find a way to stop this monster,” The Tin Man whispered, frightened.

“But how?” Spike whispered, under his breath. “It’s not like it has any obvious weaknesses.”

So it seemed as they observed the Nuisance Eater, growing in frustration trying to find them. Then, Scarecrow noticed a long silver container that may prove useful.

“Patchwork Girl, what’s in that container?” The Scarecrow asked, quietly.

“Weed killer,” She answered. “Why?”

“If we can get the creature covered in that stuff, it could destroy it once and for all!”

Now the group were taken aback by Scarecrow’s plan. Honestly, it was a rather brilliant plan coming from someone claiming to not have a brain. Still, any plan was better than nothing.

“Swell plan, Scarecrow!” The Cowardly Lion said.

“Why thanks, lion,” He said, feeling pleased. “Are there any water sprinklers in this building, Patchwork Girl?”

“Yes, but the office area is the only one with any working sprinklers,” Patchwork Girl points out.

“We need a plan of action,” Rarity suggested. “Spike, Lion, and Tin Man, you boys distract that monster. Scarecrow, Patchwork Girl, and I will get the sprinkler system ready.”

“I may be an overgrown scaredy-cat, but I’ll try my best,” The Cowardly Lion assured, determinedly.

“Don’t worry about us,” The Tin Man added.

“You can count on us!!” Spike salutes.

Together, the three jumped in front of the Nuisance Eater drawing its attention.

“Hey Mr. Sod Bags!!!” Spike called, blowing raspberries.

This infuriated the creature as it started chasing the three boys. They ran as fast as their feet could carry them, staying as far ahead as possible. Taking advantage of the distraction, Scarecrow, along with Patchwork Girl and Rarity head to the office. As soon as they step inside, they searched for the level for the sprinkler system but couldn’t find a handle anywhere in the whole room.

“Where is it?” The Scarecrow pondered, worriedly. “Finding it seems more difficult than I thought it would be.”

“We need to find that hatch immediately!!!” Rarity said, urgently.

“Wait a minute! The fire extinguishers,” The Patchwork Girl points out. “I remember where it is! Come on!”

They rush towards the set of fire extinguishers, as The Patchwork Girl reaches out and tilts one of the cannisters aside. It triggers a compartment to open revealing a container next to a lever. Rarity takes the cannister of weed killer with her aura and places it into the slot.

“On my cue, pull the lever and this place will be raining weed killer,” Rarity instructs.

Patchwork Girl and Scarecrow nod in unison, as they each grab the lever. Just then, they heard screaming coming from the corridors.

“GANG WAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!” They screamed.

The Nuisance Eater crashes through the concrete wall, tossing desks and filing cabinets aside leaving a crumbled mess.

“NOW!!!!” Rarity shouted.

Scarecrow and Patchwork Girl activate the sprinkler system, sending weed killer splashing onto the monster. The Nuisance Eater screeches in pain, as Tin Man took cover under the desk to avoid getting rusted. The monster tried to get away, but it’s legs soon feel apart, while the leaves on its back turned brown, and the creature melted away while screeching loudly. Finally, after mere seconds, the beast melted into a steaming green puddle as the group released a sigh of relief.

“Boy, I thought it would never end!” Tin Man sighed, crawling from the desk.

“Same here,” Spike said, taking a deep breath.

Just then, a set of footsteps cause the group to turn as Dorothy, Twilight, and the rest ran toward the source of the screeching.

“Dorothy!!! Girls!!!” They exclaimed, giving their friends a group hug.

“Thank goodness you’re all fine!” Dorothy said, happily.

“What just happened?” Twilight asked, looking around.

“It looks like pigs decided to make this place into a mud hole or somethin’,” Applejack observed.

“Well, basically…” The Scarecrow began.

“AAAAHHHH!!!”

A loud scream interrupts Scarecrow followed by falling rubble. They turn around and see Mr. Woozy emerged, a devastated look on his face. Before his very eyes, his entire legacy that he had built was destroy.

“My parlor!” He sobbed. “It’s ruined… RUINED!!! Oh… Once I find those troublemakers, I’ll rip ‘em apart, I’ll burn them, all in the name of the Wicked Witch of the East I will destroy…”

Mr. Woozy stopped ranting as he acknowledged the group behind him, their jaws wide open in shock. It was in that moment he realized he should’ve kept his mouth shut.

“Oh… Celestia!” Rainbow Dash said, in shock.

“See, if she said the ‘F bomb’ this series would be T-rated,” Pinkie Pie whispered to Fluttershy. “But oh, the things we could get away"

“Pinkie Pie, what are you talking about?” Fluttershy asked, confused.

Suddenly, at least twenty Emerald guards stormed through the door holding spears. However, when they looked around, they found no monster. The general, with a short hat and a beard, marched up front determined to find the cause of this mess.

“What in Oz is going on here?” He demanded.

“General, this Munchkin is a selfish fraud and rotten beast,” Rarity accused, angrily. “Mr. Woozy is the cause of all the problems around here.”

“That is quite an accusation,” The General spoke, turning to the others. “Is this true?”

“Yes sir, he’s conned the good people of this city,” The Scarecrow added. “He said himself that he served the Wicked Witch of the East and together they’ve been plotting to turn their dreams and aspirations into nightmares!”

“I asked for a heart, but he gave me a dirty tractor engine that exploded!” The Tin Man explain, furiously.

“I wanted to be brave, and he puts me through a hypnotizing room trying to make me think I’m human,” The Cowardly Lion added.

“Sounds like serious offences,” The General pondered. “But all this will be difficult without the evidence to support these claims.”

The Patchwork Girl noticed Mr. Woozy’s diary conveniently next to her. She picks it up and approaches the General, handing him the diary.

“This contains the very evidence against him, sir,” She spoke, kindly. “I hope it will be enough to convince you.”

The General slowly read through the pages carefully. Soon as he was finished, he hands the book to one of his soldiers.

“This is more than enough evidence to put him in the slammer for a long time,” He concludes, pointing to Mr. Woozy. “Guards seize him! Lock him up… And fetch the cleaners, I want this place spotless.”

The guards march toward Mr. Woozy, grabbing his arms before he could run away. He struggled to break free but to no avail as the soldiers dragged him out to place him in a ‘nice cell’.

“Oh… When I get out of this, I promise you lot will pay!” Mr. Woozy shouts, mid-struggle. “I’ll ground you into plant food; I’ll turn you to emeralds. I’LL MAKE YOU GLUE!!!”

“Don’t you worry about a thing, girls,” The General assured. “We’ll make sure he won’t bother anyone for a long time. Sorry you got mixed up in all this.”

“That’s quite all right sir,” Rarity said, politely. “We deal with these situations all the time.”

As Rarity and the General talked, Twilight leaned towards Spike.

“Mind tell us what happened here?” She whispered.

“How’s about I tell you when we get back home,” He whispered back.

“Well milady, allow us to recommend a trip to the beauty parlor, that will get you back in shape,” The General assures, then turns to Tin Man. “Don’t you worry my Tin Friend; we’ll have that rotten heart out. Please enjoy the rest of your stay.”

The General soon left to join the guards through the corridors. It was only after all the insanity died down; they finally acknowledged their new friend.

“So, who’s the Patchwork Girl over here?” Applejack asked, curiously. “Ya have a name?”

“Well, that’s my full name, ‘Patchwork Girl’,” The Patchwork Girl replied, giggling.

“Oh, sorry madam. Didn’t mean to insult you or nothing…”

“No, no! It’s okay. People get confused over my name all the time.”

The Patchwork Girl then proceeds to shake hands with Dorothy and the others.

“It was a pleasure to meet you all.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Dorothy said, smiling.

“Likewise.”

After shaking hands… Or claws… Or hoofs… Or ‘whatever’, The Patchwork Girl turned toward The Scarecrow for a moment.

“Do you mind if me and Scarecrow have a talk for a moment?”

Patchwork Girl grabs Scarecrow’s hand, walking him to a nearby corner leaving the rest a bit confused.

“What’s up with those two?” Fluttershy asked, curiously.

“Let’s just say we got love birds in the building,” The Cowardly Lion said, cheeky.

Meanwhile, the Patchwork Girl and the Scarecrow had just enough space for their small discussion.

“I guess this means you’re going to The Wizard of Oz, I presume,” The Patchwork Girl said, quietly.

“Yes, I guess so,” The Scarecrow nodded, sadly. “What will you do with Mr. Woozy in prison?”

“Well, I’ve been Mr. Woozy’s assistant for so long, I felt completely useless. But now that he’s in jail, I intend to make a change for the better. I’m going to be the one helping people, help them with their issues, and help them find their happiness because it’s the right thing.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!!” The Scarecrow said, smiling.

“When you do get your brain, will you come back to visit?” She asked quietly.

After a moment, The Scarecrow grabbed her hands gently.

“You bet I will,” He said, delighted. “Only for you.”

The Patchwork Girl was so happy, she planted a kiss on the cheek, which made the Scarecrow blush. The others watching giggled before Scarecrow turned around.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” He asked. “Off to the beauty parlor!”

“Let’s go, everyone!” Dorothy called out.

As Dorothy and the others went on their way, they sung a familiar tune as they marched along.

Group (Sings):
Ha ha ha!
Ho ho ho!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
That’s how we laugh the day away
With a ho ho ho, ha ha ha
In the merry old land of Oz…

“And that’s how the story went,” Spike concluded.

Spike and Rarity had just concluded a stirring story, everyone found the adventure a very enjoyable, thrilling experience.

“Now that was an awesome adventure!” Rainbow Dash declared.

“Definitely worthy for a wide release!” Pinkie added, spinning in her chair.

“Same here!” Applejack nodded.

“Do you suppose Mr. Woozy will cause any more trouble?” Fluttershy asked, curiously.

“I don’t believe he will, darling,” Rarity reassured. “Everyone knows he’s a fraud and no one will ever trust him again.”

“That’s one thing we definitely know for sure,” Twilight said, writing on her note pad. “As soon as we get this side story together, we can proceed to focus on the main story.”

Twilight didn’t write for long, when they noticed a tiny pink bubble floating in the air. It swirls back-and-forth until it gently lands on the table. When the bubble fades away, they discovered a green letter with a printed word reading ‘Oz’.

“A letter from oz?” They all exclaimed, in unison.

“Who sent it?” Pinkie Pie asked, panicking. “Am I getting evicted from Ponyville?! Oh no, no, no, no, no…”

Pinkie Pie raced around the room at max speed, before Rainbow Dash grabbed her by the tail and stopped her.

“Settle down, Pinkie,” She said. “We haven’t even opened it yet!”

“Huh… I knew that.”

“Who’d send us a letter?” Fluttershy asked, curiously.

“I don’t know, but it could be important,” Twilight said, picking up the letter.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Spike asked. “Let’s open it!”

With the letter in her grips, Twilight began to carefully open the envelope. As she slowly lifts the flap, she uses her aura to remove the contents. It turned out the letter contained a photo featuring The Scarecrow, The Tin Man, The Cowardly Lion, and The Patchwork Girl in a group shot. Only now, they wore Emerald City Clothes as writing on the photo read:

“Thinking of you. Love, friends”

“AWWWWWWW!!!” They said, in unison.

“We miss you too,” Twilight said, wiping tears from her eyes.

“That was lovely of them to send a photo like that,” Rarity said. “And in such good quality too.”

“I sure do miss them,” Fluttershy said, sadly.

“Me too, Flutters,” Pinkie Pie added, comforting her friend. “But something tells me they’re going to be all right.”

“Do you think we’ll ever see them again?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“I’m not sure,” Twilight replied. “But deep in our hearts, we’ll always remember them.”

“Same here,” Spike added.

As they all look at the photo, Applejack drew every pony’s attention.

“I think I found a good title for this story!”

The group faced Applejack, curious of the name they had in mind.

“Ok Applejack, what would you like to call it?” Twilight asked.

The group waited patiently, as Applejack finally declared her answer.

“How about, we call it…”

One day at miss ladybug's cafe (Scooby doo)

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One Week Before "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”

“Scooby-Dooby-Doo!”

One morning, as the sun shone over the Crystal Empire, Shining Armor, Princess Cadence, and Flurry Heart took a lovely stroll across the streets. The little princess sat comfortable in her little stroller, while the two parents pushed together. Many of the kingdom’s inhabitants were out shopping along the markets, a few fillies and colts played together along the fields, and all the while the birds were humming a merry tune on this beautiful day of days.

“Scooby-Dooby-Doo!” Flurry Heart exclaimed. “Scooby-Dooby-Doo! Scooby-Dooby-Doo!”

The parents smiled as Flurry Heart laughed her head off, repeating the same three words during a previous adventure. Although it got repetitive after a while, nevertheless they couldn’t deny how cute she was acting.

“Boy honey, she hasn’t stopped talking in over a week!” Shining Armor muttered.

“What did you think she was going to do?” Cadence said, sweetly. “Kids grow up fast, she’s bound to talk eventually.”

“I know that. But still, you’d think Flurry would at least calm it down a bit. Give herself a chance to breathe.”

“Giver her some time, dear. She’ll grow out of it eventually.”

In the meantime, Flurry Heart hugged a small plush toy resembling a certain Great Dane, with a matching collar which he gave to her as a gift. Eventually, as Princess Cadence suspected, a cute yawn escapes little Flurry Heart all the while Cadence smiles and plants a warm kiss on the cheek.

“Sweetie,” She said, in a gentle voice. “How would you like to go and visit Auntie Twilight today?”

Flurry Heart squealed excitedly, waving her hoofs around. If there’s one thing to know about Flurry, she loves seeing her Auntie.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Cadence giggled.

“I didn’t even know Twilight would be in the Crystal Empire right now,” Shining Armor said, surprised.

“She sent me a letter yesterday informing me she wanted some feedback for work on her next book with her friends.”

“Well, you know I did enjoy the last book with the ‘Wizard of Oz’. But how come I wasn’t told of this sooner; I am her brother.”

“The message came only last night; you were fast asleep snoring like an elephant.”

“Oh… Right.”

Cadence giggled at her husband’s remark, somethings he never knows what he did during his sleep. But nevertheless, she kissed her husband on the cheek, which Shining Armor returns a kiss with no hesitation.

“Come honey, let’s get home,” Cadence said. “Twilight and the others should be here by now.”

Shining Armor nods in agreement, as they stroll back to their home in the Crystal Castle.

The Crystal Castle

Inside the castle, Twilight Sparkle, along with Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Spike were waiting inside for Cadence, Shining Armor, and Flurry Heart. In the meantime, they were discussing plans for their next book.

“Alright girls,” Twilight announced, peering through her notes. “Our next book’s theme will center on our adventures with Mystery Inc.”

“Makes sense to me,” Fluttershy replied, quietly.

“Well duh, it’s the only other adventure we’ve had,” Rainbow Dash added.

“Until we get world on what worlds there is to find or what dangers we’ll encounter, we may as well get this story out of the way.”

“To think it’s only been a few months since our last book,” Applejack said.

“Oh absolutely,” Rarity nodded. “It is rather odd to even consider preparing another book merely months after the first got published.”

“Well then again, A.K. Yearling usually spends months after writing of her adventures as Daring Do,” Rainbow Dash points out. “I wouldn’t call it a stretch.”

“But did you see how many ponies loved the last book we did!” Pinkie said, happily. “Hundreds of ponies! Thousands even! Like a Baker’s Dozen!”

“That means thirteen would’ve read it, Pinkie,” Twilight corrected.

“But that’s besides the point, Twilight! Don’t you girls think it would be an injustice to all those anxious fans waiting to see our latest adventure in a new book? Do you? Do you? Huh, huh, huh?”

“Okay, okay, darling, calm down,” Rarity spoke up. “When you put it that way it does make sense. But I highly doubt ponies would just crash through the door for a new copy.”

Just then, the doors open wide revealing Shining Armor, Princess Cadence, and Princess Flurry Heart. Twilight beams as she runs toward them, lifting Flurry Heart up and swung her around as the little filly giggled.

“Oh hello, Flurry!” She said, in baby talk.

Twilight proceeds to tickle Flurry’s belly with one hoof, making the little princess laugh loudly. While Twilight played with her ticklish niece, Cadence approaches the Princess of Friendship.

“So, Twilight,” Cadence smiled. “We’ve heard you and the others are working on a new book.”

“That’s right, we’re doing an adventure inspired by the trip Flurry and the rest of us went to.”

Flurry giggled happily, clapping her hoofs together as if she remembered the trip like it was only yesterday.

“Well, knowing you it’s going to be wonderful,” Cadence said, sweetly.

Just then, Shining Armor steps forward and pats his sister on the shoulder.

“And here’s the general ‘Flurry’s Speaking’ report,” He said, dusting himself a bit. “In the past few months, she’s learned words like ‘Potato’, ‘Mango’, and ‘My co-writer took $10 from me without my consent’.”

Twilight Sparkle was quite confused, especially hearing Flurry said 'My co-writer took $10 without… My…'

YOU DID WHAT?!?!?!?!

Sorry, I forgot my lunch today and I rarely carry change!

“SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO!” Flurry Heart exclaimed.

Shining Armor and Cadence turn back to Flurry, who hugged her Scooby plush toy. The two parents couldn’t help but chuckle when that statement came up.

“Yes… Even that,” Shining Armor muttered.

Just then, it dawned on Shining Armor that there was something very important he needed to bring up.

“Hey Twily, just out of curiosity, where did you get that plush and collar?”

Twilight began to blush the moment her brother asked that question, a question so big she could feel the sweat pour down her face.

“Well… I… Uh…” She stuttered, searching for words. “Well, I… I-I-I-I-I don’t think I should tell that story. It’s kind of scary, Flurry will have nightmares!”

“Aww, come on, Twilight,” Cadence jokingly cooed, giggling. “I think we’d love to hear that story>”

“Ooh! Ooh! Me too, me too!” Pinkie said, excitedly.

Pinkie practically pulls the girls and Spike together, dragging them toward Twilight. The princess soon felt a nudge and looks down, as Flurry pushed her aunt’s left foreleg with her cute little hoofs. There was no mistaking that she ‘did’ want to hear the story.

“Ya might as well tell us, Twi,” Applejack replied. “Ain’t no talkin’ outta this one.”

“Oh, all right, if you insist,” Twilight caved. “Gather round, every pony! I’ll tell you a tale chilling and scary, the terrible story where Scooby and I barely escaped with our lives. Submitted for the approval of, well… My family and friends… I call this story…”

ONE DAY AT MISS LADYBUG’S CAFÉ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xv0scIBHnYE

"SCOOBY!!!"

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE RORRY"

SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO, WHERE ARE YOU? WE GOT SOME WORK TO DO NOW!
SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO, WHERE ARE YOU? WE NEED SOME HELP FROM YOU NOW!

Wait… Why are we singing?

I don’t know, why were ‘you’ singing?

… You are so MEAN, you know that?

Mmm-hmm…

SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO!!!

*Clears throat* Anyway, our adventure begins on the spookiest island you have ever heard of, a terrible place called… Well, ‘Spooky Island’. Okay, it’s not the most original name, but it does the job at delivering the spooks. Anyhow, Twilight Sparkle , along with Scooby Doo, the girls (Who were in human bodies along with Twilight), and Mystery Inc. were invited by Mondevarious to solve a mystery. For Mondevarious believed someone put a curse on all the college students, making them act weird…

Let’s be real, you already know this story, so I won’t go through all the details. The real story here concerns just a girl and a dog. It began with Twilight having another panic attack, while keeping Flurry Heart close to her.

“How could I have left him?” Twilight asked herself, sweating heavily. “Spike is never going to forgive me leaving him behind. Ooh, I know what he’s gonna say, ‘Twilight, you are the worst friend I ever have. I never want to talk to you, I don’t want to look at you, I don’t even want to…’ MMF!”

Having heard enough, Rainbow Dash put a hand over Twilight Sparkle’s mouth before she could continue.

“Twilight, calm down!” Rainbow Dash spoke, slowly removing her hand. “I’m sure Spike isn’t going to be mad at you"

“Yeah, you’re right, you’re absolutely right,” Twilight nodded, taking deep breaths. “Thanks Rainbow, you’re the best!”

“I know!” Rainbow Dash smiled. “I’m awesome!”

Just then, Pinkie Pie bolts toward Twilight Sparkle at incredible speed. Her face brimmed with worry.

“TWILIGHT!!!” She shouted, at the top of her lungs. “WE GOT AN EMERGENCY!!!”

Whoa, calm down Pinkie, calm down!” Twilight said, trying to get some space. “What happened?”

“We were about to be escorted to the hotel and Shaggy attacked by that squid looking thing!”

Pinkie points toward Shaggy, where he indeed have a squid latched onto his head. The rest of the girls tried to pry it off.

“Like dude, help!” Shaggy said, panicking. “What did I ever do to y… ZOINKS!!!”

The squid, with two tentacles, pinched his bottom sending him leaping in the air nearly hurling the other ponies aside.

“Oh please, Mr. Squid,” Fluttershy begged. “Won’t you let him go?”

“How the hay is it so difficult to get a squid off some pony’s head?” Applejack asked.

She tried to pull the squid off Shaggy’s head, but the squid was stubborn and remained latched around the skinny man. Twilight sighed, as she turned toward Pinkie Pie, who shrugged.

“Ok, let’s go help him,” She said, annoyed.

Twilight walks over toward Scooby Doo, gently handing Flurry Heart over to him.

“Scooby, could you look after Flurry while I help Shaggy?”

“Rokay, rure!” Scooby nodded.

The Great Dane grabbed Flurry Heart, placing her on his back for safety. Twilight walks over and attempts to help Shaggy. Scooby walked around the deck, as Flurry giggled and enjoyed the free ride. That’s when they noticed a man in a Tiki Costume, with an advertisement which read, ‘Hey folks, want a wonderful meal? Try our special right on our menu’. Scooby licked his lips at the mention of meal, imagining how delicious this special must be.

“Yummy!”

Scooby walks toward the man, patting his back to get his attention.

“Rexcuse re!”

The man turns around and screamed loudly, frightening Scooby Doo and Flurry Heart, who covered her eyes in fear. Hearing that, Twilight rushed toward the man.

“BACK AWAY FROM MY FRIENDS!!!” Twilight shouted, turning to Scooby. “Are you two all right? Did he hurt you?”

Whimpering, Scooby Doo uncovered his eyes and saw Twilight, much to his relief.

“Reah, ranks Rilight,” He said happily.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re both okay, right Flurry,” Twilight turned, eyes wide. “Flurry?”

But no reply, in fact when she looked, Flurry wasn’t on Scooby’s back and Scooby was just as nervous when he looked up. Understandably so, the began to search for her, worried for her well-being.

“Flurry?” Twilight called out. “Flurry Heart, where are you?”

“Rurry?” Scooby called out.

He searched a couple of baskets, till he turns and spotted something quite alarming. He pats Twilight’s back for attention.

“Uh… Rilight…”

“What is it, Scooby?”

Twilight turns around, but as did her face turned from worry to utter horror. Flurry Heart, under a rusty bucket to hide, unknowingly crawling into a creepy looking café. Without hesitating, the two immediately chased after her.

“Flurry, come back here!!!” Twilight yelled.

“Rease rome back!” Scooby begged.

But it was no use, Flurry Heart pushed against the doors and ended up inside the café. Scooby Doo and Twilight Sparkle followed suite, looking inside the cafe. It was a rotted structure, the hallways were filthy and dark, and the windows were cracked, showing very little light. Scooby quivered in fear, as Twilight knelt down to his level.

“Scooby, I know you’re scared,” She said, gently. “But the sooner we find Flurry, we’re getting out of here. Okay?”

Scooby tried to put on a brave face, although it looked forced than intentional. Nevertheless, he tried if only for Flurry Heart.

“Rokay!”

Twilight pats him on the head, which Scooby enjoyed very much. The two continue their search for Flurry Heart, crossing the floor which creaked so much they feared it would break. It also felt very cold, like someone turned the thermostat to zero. They both shuddered at everything they saw in this café.

“Ris race is reepy!” Scooby shuddered.

“I know what you mean,” Twilight nodded, wrapping herself in her arms. “This place is colder than a fridge.”

Just then, a female voice spoke through some speakers atop the celing.

“Welcome guests to the Ladybug Café. Once belonging to Miss Lamlock, her café was the most popular eatery in the 1960s and most famous for its ladybug habitat. Everyday, she would care for them and invite paying customers to see them. Miss Lamlock always wanted a ladybug for a daughter, so one day she decided to do some experiments. She succeeded, but tragically her subject turned against her and murdered her and her customers. Some say, if you listen close, you can still hear the creature creeping around today… Lurking… Waiting for its next meal.”

Twilight’s eyes began to twitch fearfully, as every-pony knows she absolutely hates Ladybugs. Scooby Doo noticed the fear on Twilight’s face, taking deep breaths as her chest pumped.

“Rou rokay?” He asked.

“Sorry Scooby, let’s just say… I have a phobia of Ladybugs!” Twilight squeaks, as she walked. “I mean, the way they fly, the creepy spots, and not to mention when they land on your nose and…”

SQUISH! Twilight paused, wide eyed as she slowly looked down. That’s when she noticed her boot landed on something gooey.

“What the—”

Twilight knelt down to closely examine the goo, as Scooby bent down for a quick sniff.

“Rhat ris it?” He asked.

“I have no idea, but from the looks of it, this sure looks fascinating and… Ewww!”

“Rross!”

Suddenly, a soft growl was head as they both faced each other.

“Scooby, did you do that?” Twilight asked, curiously.

“Ruh-uh!” Scooby shook his head. “Rhat rasn’t re!”

Scooby turned then pointed at something at the back.

“Rikes! Ra radygug ronster!”

Twilight’s eyes widen as she slowly turns her head. Sure enough, it was a Ladybug Monster. Standing ten feet tall, with its lanky black body, its wings covered in goo, and its head the ugliest any person (Or dog) has ever seen. The monster roared loudly, which made Scooby and Twilight scream.

“LADYBUG MOOOOONNNNNSSSSTTTTTTTEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!" Twilight screamed, at the top of her lungs.

"RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!" Scooby screamed.

The two got up, running as fast as they could while the monster took chase. The creature’s mouth drooled with goo, hungry for its next meal. Determined, the beast spat a corrosive gunk toward her targets. Fortunately, Twilight quickly conjured a barrier to block the gunk, as it dropped onto the floor, and made a small hole due to the acidity.

“Rhen rould rhey do rat?” Scooby asked, dodging another spit.

“You want to stop and ask the scary monster?!” Twilight asked, sarcastically.

Soon, they reached a pair of large doors, immediately bursting inside and shut the doors behind them.

“Quick Scooby, we need to barricade the doors.”

Twilight and Scooby pick up various furniture and other objects, stacking them against the door. They did this for a minute, before they could finally catch their breath.

“Rink rhat rill rold?” Scooby asked, waving his paw like a fan.

“Hopefully long enough to find Flurry and get out of here,” Twilight answered.

She sat down on another chair for a minute when she heard a squeak. It startled her so much she leapt from the chair.

“What was that?”

Curious, Twilight checked under her seat and saw a certain frightened baby alicorn with her hooves covering her eyes, shuddering.

“FLURRY!!!”

Twilight’s heart pumped with joy, picking up her niece and wrapping her in a warm hug.

“Oh, thank goodness your safe… Don’t you ever run away from me again young lady… Oh, but I’m thankful that you’re safe.”

Scooby smiled, looking in awe as he found it quite cute. Reminding him of a bunch of puppies in a basket together.

“Row rhat’s rhat I rall raby-ritting, ree-hee-hee-hee-hee!” Scooby joked, with a giggle.

However, this was short-lived when they heard a banging noise. Scooby yelped and hid behind the girls, whimpering in fear.

“Ris rhere a ray rout?”

Twilight Sparkle looked around, finding no other doors or even windows.

“Unfortunately, no… We have to stop it, before…”

WHAM!!! Before she could finish, the Ladybug Monster burst through the doors, completely knocking over the barricade, and stalked across the room.

“Ri-ri-ri-ri-ri forgot rhey ro rhat,” Scooby shivered, fearfully.

“Yeah… So, did I…” Twilight admitted, embarrassed.

But knowing their lives was at stake, mostly concerned for Flurry Heart, Twilight Sparkle put her brave face on as she hands Flurry Heart to Scooby.

“Scooby take Flurry Heart outside. I’ll distract the MOOOOOOOOOONNNN!”

Twilight was interrupted when the monster grabbed her and slammed her into a wall.

“Ow… Want to play rough?!” Twilight growled, angrily. “Okay, have a taste of your own medicine!”

Twilight cast a beam of magic from her hand, which struck the monster knocking it toward the ground. The creature screeched angrily, spitting the acid gunk from its mouth toward Twilight. Fortunately, her magic barrier protected from taking damage from the acid… But that didn’t stop the monster, as she raked the barrier multiple times. Eventually, cracks began to form as the barrier was weakening.

“Roh no!” Scooby said, worried.

Suddenly, he bumps into a nearby shelf and noticed a jar of red chili peppers. An idea forms, not his usual ‘eating’ ideas, but a brilliant idea. Before the monster could destroy Twilight’s barrier, Scooby ran toward the monster and shoved the chili peppers into its mouth. Twilight look at Scooby in confusion.

“Scooby, what did you—”

Before Twilight could ask, the monster began to glow a bright red, as steam emerged from its mouth.

"RAAAAAAKKKKEEEE ROOOVVVVVVEEERRR!!!!" Scooby yelled.

Quickly, Twilight conjured another barrier to protect themselves as the monster screeched with pain and rage until…

BOOM!!!

The Ladybug Monster explodes, its green gunk spreading everywhere, the explosion leaving a tiny hole leading outside the café. Scooby Doo and Twilight Sparkle gave out a sigh of relief, as Shaggy and Fluttershy appeared after hearing the explosion. When they went in, they were quite surprised by the sight.

“Oh my!” Fluttershy gasped.

“Scooby! Twilight!” Shaggy called out, worried. “Like, are you two all right? What happened here?

“To answer those questions, one… Yes, we’re fine,” Twilight answered. “And two, me and Scooby were searching for Flurry when we were attacked by…”

“Rhe Rwilight Reater,” Scooby said.

“The Ladybug Monster…” Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Did you say, ‘The Twilight Eater’?”

“No, I said Ladybug Monster, just like you.”

But before she could ask further, Mr. Mondevarious appeared on the scene. He seemed both worried and shocked at the same time.

“My goodness!” He said, assessing the situation. “What happened here?”

“Actually, Mondervarious, I was about to ask you something,” Twilight demanded, looking him in the eyes. “Why did that monster attack me and Scooby?”

“What monster?”

She pointed at the monster, or at least what’s left of it, as Mondevarious looks at it before turning back to the others.

“Oh… That,” Mondevarious said, nervously. “That was supposed to be an animatronic, a very advanced model to interact with the guests… Give them some spooks, if you will.”

“Then, why did it attack our friends?” Fluttershy asked.

“Like, maybe somebody sabotaged the animatronic to stop us from solving this mystery,” Shaggy suggested, which everyone nodded in agreement.

“Quite possible, Mr. Rogers,” Mondevarious said.

Just then, Scooby pats him on the show to get his attention.

“Rhere ras this ran rearing a Rikki rostume, rho scared re and Rurry,” Scooby added, much to Mondevarious’ surprise.

“Really?” He asked, twirling his fingers. “Well, I’ll deal with him later.”

He then pulls out some coupons, handing them Twilight and Scooby.

“As a token of apologies, I’ve like to give these to you. Free coupons for one custom plushie and collar, just for tonight. Who knows? You might have some use for them later. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to some business.”

Mondevarious left to continue with his work, as Twilight and Scooby stared at each other as they walked outside with the others.

“Well, that was eventful,” Twilight sighed.

“Rour relling re,” Scooby agreed, then he got an idea. “Rey Rwilight, Ri rave romething rou right rike.”

“Really? What is it?”

Scooby began to whisper in Twilight’s ear, telling her his idea in secret. She smiled, as she faced the sleeping Flurry Heart, the poor dear having too much excitement for today. Twilight picks up Flurry Heart, rocking her to make sure she stays asleep.

“You know something, Scooby Doo? I think she would love that!”

The two laughed together, for now they had a very special surprise for little Flurry.

2 Minutes Later…

Inside a disclosed area, Mondevarious held the guy in the Tikki costume by his neck. His expression was pure rage, for he didn’t like the news he just heard.

“What were you playing at?” He asked, pressing the man’s neck tightly.

“Like dude… You told me you wanted the pure ones!” He gasped, choking. “I thought I’d trap ‘em in the café… Seemed like a good idea at the time!”

Mondevarious hurled the man over the table, landing on impact painfully.

“I warned you to get rid of that experiment! Thanks to you, our cover was almost blown! Before I met you lot, I figured I could conquer the world by creating my own genetic army. Sadly, the first attempt was unsuccessful, they were pretty uncontrollable.

“Now, you listen to me, tell your kind to get that foal, including the dog. With the power of the alicorn in my grasp, I’ll conquer this world once and for all… And nobody will stop me!”

“Yes sir,” The man said.

The costumed figure ran to tell his brothers of their master’s world domination plans as he looked on, his eyes glowing a sinister green color.

“And that’s how it happened,” Twilight said, finishing the story.

After hearing Twilight’s tale, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Shining Armor, Fluttershy, and Spike were freaked out, while Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Cadence, and Flurry Heart found it enjoyable.

“Well sis…” Shining muttered. “… That was eventful.”

“Did it scare you?” Twilight asked, cheekily.

Shining’s face turned red when she asked that question.

“What?! No, of course not!”

“Come on, you were sweating through the whole story,” Rainbow Dash teased.

“Sweatin’ like a hog on a summer day, I may add,” Applejack added.

“Okay, fine! It scared me,” Shining admitted. “Don’t rub it in.”

“I just feel bad for that poor ladybug,” Fluttershy said, sympathetically.

“Even if it tried to kill them?” Spike asked, raising an eyebrow.

“’Even’ when she tried to kill them.”

“Although, that does raise some very important life questions,” Pinkie Pie pondered. “Why do that song-and-dance with Cadence if you’re terrified of ladybugs?”

Cadence merely chuckled, as she found that question most amusing.

“Funny you should ask, Pinkie,” Cadence replied. “We sing that song, so the ladybugs won’t get us. A protection song, you may say.”

To demonstrate, Twilight and Cadence proceed to sing the song.

“Sunshine, sunshine, Ladybugs awake. Clap your hooves and do a little shake!”

The two began to laugh, as Flurry Heart giggled and laughed from watching the very funny dance.

“Scooby-Dooby-Doo!” She exclaimed, laughing again.

Just then, Twilight had an idea pop in her head.

“That’s it! I know what to call the story now,” Twilight said, happily. “I think we’ll call…”

The first Wonka Bar Part 1 (Willy Wonka and the chocolate Factory)

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SET BETWEEN ‘CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY’ AND ‘THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA’

Diamond Tiara has been living in the Cakes’ residence for only a few weeks, but the little filly couldn’t deny, without a doubt, she was happier than she had ever been. Ever since her parents, Filthy and Spoiled Rich, were banished from Ponyville, after a failed attempt to buy Sugar Cube Corner through some… Illegal business tactics, she decided not to go with them. Today, Diamond Tiara has been living with the Cakes, who’ve proven to be more family than her parents would ever be.

In the bathroom, Diamond Tiara was helping the Cake Twins through some potty training for their first time. Every pony knows such training is not the easiest task in the universe, especially around infants, but it can be done. Just as Diamond Tiara was getting the gist, Mr. and Mrs. Cake walk through the door to check on them.

“And how are they doing today, dear?” Mrs. Cake asked, smiling.

“They’re doing just great,” Diamond Tiara replied, happily. “These two are smart, they are just getting the basics. I think the rest should be a piece of cake.”

The twins squealed with happiness, as they clap their hooves together. Mr. and Mrs. Cake just smile, patting their tiny heads.

“We are so proud of you two,” Mrs. Cake said, happily.

“They sure have grown up,” Mr. Cake added. “Won’t be long before they are old enough to start school.”

DING! DING!

Just then, a bell is heard from downstairs, indicating the arrival of customers.

“Oh my, we better get downstairs,” Mrs. Cake suggests. “We can’t keep them waiting.”

“We sure can’t, dear,” Mr. Cake agreed.

It wasn’t long before the Cakes descended downstairs immediately, with Diamond Tiara and the twins following close behind. Downstairs, Pinkie Pie, along with her friends Applejack, Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Spike, and Cheese Sandwich were all gathered over two tables adjusted together. They gathered around hoping to start their new book, this time based on their meetings with a boy called Charlie and their adventure through a famous chocolate factory.

“Ah girls, Cheese!” Mr. Cake greeted. “What’s up?”

“Howdy, Mr. Cake,” Applejack replied, tipping her hat. “Just figured we drop on by and see how things are comin’ along.”

“Well, we’re doing great,” Mrs. Cake replied. “Diamond Tiara is getting along with our family, and these Wonka bars are selling by the pound! It’s just great to still be in Ponyville.”

“Same here,” Diamond Tiara added.

“Well, as long as no other pony has been scamming you out of business,” Twilight implied.

“Oh no, thank Celestia for that,” Mr. Cake chuckled. “Any who, are things coming along Pinkie Pie?”

Pinkie Pie immediately jumped towards Mr. Cake, answering the question while flailing her arms around and about.

“It’s been super-duper-awesomely-terrifically great!” Pinkie exclaimed, loudly. “We just got the whole story set up, from start to finish. Just need to add a couple pictures, add a style or two around here and there, and of course we absolutely cannot forget…”

“Oh no, no, no, dear,” Mrs. Cake interrupts. “He means the ‘other’ thing.”

Pinkie paused for a moment, then turns her eyes toward Cheese Sandwich, who waves casually at her.

“Ooh… Hee-hee, I knew that! Our relationship is just wonderful, thanks for asking.”

“You bet your sweet petunia it is,” Cheese said, wrapping an arm around Pinkie. “We’ve been doing lots of stuff since we declared each other’s special some pony. We’ve been ‘window’ shopping, looking for just the right one for the new house, grabbed a bite to eat, and now here we are, starting our next chapter of our lives… The book of course.”

“Wait a minute, don’t tell me,” Diamond Tiara smiled. “Is it the chocolate factory one.”

“You bet it is, D.T.,” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “Let me tell you: That was quite a trip.”

“We’re just getting to the bit where we meet Mr. Wonka himself,” Spike added, opening a Wonka Bar from the shelf.

“Ahem!” Mr. Cake cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow.

Diamond Tiara watched as Spike reached into his satchel bag, which he brought along for today, and dug out a gemstone he collected from one of his digs with Rarity.

“Keep the change,” Spike said, flipping over the gem.

Diamond Tiara giggles as Mr. Cake took the gem in his hooves, then takes out an eyeglass to closely examine the gem to make sure is real. She then turns back to the ponies.

“You know, I bet this Willy Wonka person is amazing and super cool.”

“You bet he is!” Pinkie exclaimed, extremely close to Diamond Tiara. “I mean he makes chocolate, cotton candy, and every treat in the candy making dictionary that you can’t possibly count! Some of which he personally invented himself!”

“You know, I can’t help but wonder,” Mrs. Cake spoke up. “How did he manage to be so famous in the first place?”

Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich’s ears began to twitch excitedly, not wanting to keep it in any longer. All at once, Cheese Sandwich wraps his arms around both Cakes and Diamond Tiara, which took them by surprise.

“Actually… We know ‘exactly’ how his life started!” Cheese exclaimed.

“Really?!” Diamond Tiara asked, wide eyed. “Can you tell us the story? Pleeeeeeaaaasssse?!?!”

“I don’t suppose we’d mind hearing this as well,” Mr. Cake said, as Mrs. Cake picked up the children. “Do tell.”

Pinkie and Cheese turn to their friends for approval, one by one they all nod their heads. Pinkie and Cheese then turn back to face the Cakes and Diamond Tiara, who made themselves comfortable.

“Very well then,” Pinkie said, clearing her throat. “Gather around every pony, fillies and gentlecolts, for Cheese and I are about to share with you a tale. The tale of how Willy Wonka’s chocolate career kicked off. Submitted for the approval of the ‘Deleted Scenes’, we call this story…”

‘THE FIRST WONKA BAR’

Our story begins in the most famous, most wonderful place in the entire world. A place so famous, in fact, it makes Big Ben pale in comparison to its grandeur. That would be Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, home to the most fantastic chocolates and marvelously tasting sweets known to mankind. It is here where our pony heroes (And Spike) ventured with five lucky ticket winners, where one of them would receive an extra prize beyond imagination as the tour of the most famous chocolate factory begins...

Actually, it's more like the ponies, Spike, and 'four' ticket winners seeing as how one of them got "stuck up".

*Pause* Get it? Because he got stuck in a pipe and couldn't get out?

Mate, your dragging the story to a crawl!

But everyone likes it when I tell jokes!

But you explained it, so the joke is ruined. Please get on with it!

Yes, please get on with it.

YES, GET ON WITH IT!!!

Wait, how did Wonka and Pinkie...?

GET ON WITH IT!!!!

Okay, okay!!! I'll continue the story... Sheesh, nobody laughs at my jokes.

Anyways, our story begins with our hero, Charlie Bucket, along with Grandpa Joe, the ticket winners, and their parents all waiting for Wonka’s boat to arrive and carry on with the tour. Also amongst the group are a certain group of ponies, a baby dragon, and a very special friend of one very special party pony.

“Now ladies and gentlemen,” Wonka announced, spreading his arms. “Boys and girls… And Ponies…”

“Ahem!” Spike cleared his throat.

“And yes, even dragons… We shall now continue our tour with a very special boat ride.”

The group were very excited after hearing this new piece of information. But none more excited than Charlie and Pinkie.

“Ooh! A boat ride!!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed. “I love a good boat tour!”

“Same here,” Charlie said excitedly. “I’ve never been on a boat ride before.”

“Well, guess every pony has their first time,” Cheese Sandwich shrugged, patting Charlie’s head.

“Let’s just hope the other kids won’t complain the whole time,” Rarity said, worried.

“I agree with ya Rarity,” Applejack nodded. “Those youngin’s are so noisy, my ears are in pain.”

RING! RING! RING! RING!

While the group were waiting, they heard a telephone ring. The others checked their pockets making sure it wasn’t their phones nor finding a phonebooth anywhere in the Chocolate Room. Mr. Wonka, however, merely took off his hat and pulls out a telephone before the group’s surprise.

“Hello?” Mr. Wonka answered.

For the next several seconds, Mr. Wonka listened curiously, nodding his head. Just then, his eyes went wide in shock.

“Really? How long will it take? Not too long? Oh, that’s okay. I’ll keep the guests entertained. Just sort it out, okay? Yes, good day, sir.”

Mr. Wonka proceeds to slip the phone back into his hat, as he slipped it over his head.

“Sorry everyone, there seems to be a slight delay in the tour.”

To say everyone was shocked was a huge understatement.

“What happened?” Mr. Salt asked. “Someone burgled your factory?”

“Don’t get any funny ideas,” Spike muttered, to himself.

“Oh no, nothing of the sort,” Wonka said, pausing a moment. “It seems one of the chocolate pipes burst in the tunnel. I’ve got a team fixing it right now… Since it’s broken for the time being, I’ll give you a fizzy sweet.”

Charlie raised his hand up immediately, ready to answer Wonka’s question. Wonka points toward Charlie.

“Is it because of Augustus Gloop?” Charlie asked.

Mr. Wonka beamed at the answer, though it felt more like a question. Nevertheless, he three Charlie a fizzy sweet, which he managed to catch between his hands.

“Good catch,” Mr. Wonka smiled.

It wasn’t long before he noticed Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich holding their hoofs up.

“Yes?”

“Well, you see, Mr. Wonka sir,” Pinkie Pie began. “Me and Cheese just wanted to know…”

Before Pinkie could finish, Cheese leapt on top of Pinkie Pie, which made her a wobble a bit.

“How did you start your chocolate making career?” He asked quickly.

Suffice to say, Mr. Wonka was taken aback by that question. No one ever asked him about his past before. It took a deep long thought before responding…

Actually, it only took a minute, but you get the gist.

“Well, I suppose I could tell you if you are all interested.”

“Oh yes please, please, please!” Pinkie begged.

“I’d like to hear it too,” Charlie added.

“So do I, Charlie Boy,” Grandpa Joe said, putting his hand on his grandson’s shoulder.

“Yes please,” The rest of the group said, in unison.

A big smile formed on Mr. Wonka’s face, as he slowly lowered his cane to the ground.

“Okay then, this sure will be a good way to pass the time,” Mr. Wonka said, ecstatically. “Now, could I have everyone sitting please?”

The group began to sit down, as Wonka took a seat on a giant mushroom.

“My story began during my teenage years when I was still in school. I was trying to figure out what my career ought to be. Then one day, it all became so clear to me…”

YEARS AGO

Willy Wonka sat on his desk, writing along a piece of paper… Actually, writing was a problem as well… The pens never worked, neither did any of the school’s equipment: Broken lights flicked, chairs wobbled on loose legs, and not to mention the windows were dodgy. The list of everything wrong with the school would go on and on.

RING!!!

A small bell draws everyone’s attention.

“Alright class,” The teacher began. “Today, we are going to learn to do things cheaply and efficiently. To demonstrate, I’ve made a pair of teeth with cheap material.

The teacher, making sure everyone was paying attention, pulls out a pair of teeth that were… Rather unimpressive. They were tattered, broken, and just plain messy, as if it were made in under a day or so.

“As you can see, I’ve made these teeth out of all the old materials. Paper, plastic, leaves, lead…”

Just then, Mr. Wonka raised his hand, which the teacher took notice.

“Yes, what is it?” He asked sternly.

“Well sir,” Wonka spoke, nervously. “You see you mention putting lead in your teeth. I don’t think that’s a good idea because if you expose your mouth to enough lead, it’ll eventually lead to lead poisoning. That in turn leads to headaches amongst other things.”

Needless to say, the Teacher was not very pleased with Wonka’s choice of words.

“Son, come here,” He ordered, waving his finger.

Wonka complied, as he slowly rose from his chair. He began to walk towards the teacher, holding his breath tightly with a nervous expression.

“Who are you?” The teacher asked.

“Willy sir,” Wonka answered. “Willy Wonka.”

“Well, Mr. Willy Wonka, as you can see we do things cheaply. Everyone in this room does it cheaply because that’s how our country thrives. If you expect to make products out of expensive material you’d have to steal to make happen, then I’ll tell you young man that you are a complete and utter… SNOZZBERRY!!!”

SPLAT!!!

The teacher had picked up a cream pie and hurled it into Wonka’s face. The room went quiet, as all the students looked on in bewilderment. They didn’t know to be sad or angry, but as they can see young Willy Wonka’s life was utterly painful and embarrassing.

In the very dark streets, Willy Wonka was walking back home from school after a humiliating day with his teacher.

“Why does this happen to me?!?!” He asked himself. “Do I really deserve a cream pie to the face? I would’ve settled with having my knuckles hit with a ruler.”

As he walked by, his eyes were drawn to several shop windows, with signs attached reading: ‘The World’s Cheapest Bike’, ‘Hot Dogs made of Soil’, and of course, ‘Song Books without Lyrics’.

Kind of defeats the purpose of having a song book with NO LYRICS TO SING!!!

*Clears throat* Any who, along the way, Wonka came by a stand run by a young blond-haired woman in her 30s. A grin formed on her face, as she held a tray with chocolate bars, standing next to a sigh which says, ‘Toffy Loffy’s Chocolate Bars: I make ‘em cheap, so you don’t have to!’ Wonka just groaned at the words but couldn’t help sharing interests with the samples on that tiny tray.

“Well… Guess there’s nothing wrong in trying one,” He said, to himself.

Wonka picks up a sample and slowly places it in his mouth, he chews for a while then swallows it. Suddenly, he received a feeling he never felt before, something new, something interesting, it was… Completely disgusting.

“Oh… What did I just eat?!”

Wonka’s face turned green as he ran towards a nearby bin, vomiting into it.

Like the time you took a bite from that cup; had to go to the hospital to get it checked.

Oh sure, tell the whole Fimfiction community why don’t you?

A few minutes later, Willy Wonka managed to get back home. He approached the door, reaching for the spare key in his pocket. He soon unlocks the door and steps inside.

“What a day,” Wonka sighed.

As he enters through the house, he walks toward the living room with its pink walls, tiny television, and smooth medium size sofa. Wonka takes a seat when he accidentally knocks something off the side table. Eyes widening, he quickly picks it up and in his hands it’s an old family photo in a barely stable frame.

It showed Willy Wonka, at the age of five, his dad in a white coat and glasses with graying hair, and his mother, with blonde hair, a pink shirt, and blue pants. On her ring finger is a wedding ring, which resembled a rose. Willy looks at the photo with complete sadness.

“Why sweetie,” A female voice said, as a figure appears. “Didn’t realize you came home.”

The woman’s arrival took Willy by surprise.

“Oh… Hi mum.”

Willy Wonka kept looking at the photo, which concerned Willy’s mother. She takes a seat next to him, sitting quietly for a moment.

“What’s wrong, Willy?” She asked, gently. “Did something happen at school?”

“Well, after I explained to my teacher why lead teeth was a bad idea, I got a cream pie to the face,” He explained. “He also called me a Snozzberry… Whatever that means.”

Willy’s mom widened at the mention of the word ‘snozzberry’ which he soon took notice.

“What is it mom? Is it an insult?”

Unsure of what to say, his mother quickly leans toward her son and whispers into his ear… His eyes widen, realizing what that word actually means.

“Let’s not mention this again,” Wonka requested.

“Agreed,” She nodded, trying to forget. “Though I presume that’s not the only thing bothering you.”

Wonka merely nods in response.

“Ever since dad died, it’s been tough for both of us. Trying to find a job, while everyone treats me like I’m crazy. I mean dad was a dentist, a successful one. How can I live up to that?”

“Oh honey, I know it’s been hard,” His mom said, sympathetically. “But it gets better eventually.”

“But how? The whole world is… CHEAP! The folks around town don’t fix their roof, they’re feeding their dogs mud, and I’ll tell you if a cowgirl had a dog and someone fed the little tike mud she’d go ballistic!”

Oh, you bet I would

His mother gently grabbed his hands, drawing his attention.

“My boy, you just have one thing no one’s got,” She replied.

Willy Wonka tried to find the right words, but nothing came to mind.

“And that is?” He asked.

“Pure Imagination! No one can ever take that away from you. I’ve seen your drawings, you got what it means to be successful.”

To prove her point, his mother took out Wonka’s Sketch book, which she gives to Willy.

“You know what I do when I want things to come true?” She asked.

“I’m not sure,” Willy replied, shaking his head.

“Hold your break… Make a wish… Count to three,” She smiled. “Who knows? The next idea you come up with will solve all the world’s problems.”

Then his mother kissed him gently on the forehead, which Willy returns with a smile and hug.

“Anyways, I best get back to the kitchen,” His mother replied. “Them bangers and mash won’t get prepared by themselves, you know? I’ll call you in as soon as they’re done.”

“Sure thing, mum,” Wonka said.

As his mother left the room, he turns back toward his sketch book. Opening the book, he began to gaze upon the sketches he drew growing up. The one that got his attention was a certain room, of which one will find most familiar. But what he didn’t know was this:

That drawing was only the beginning…

The first Wonka Bar Part 2 (Willy Wonka and the chocolate Factory)

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The Weekend 3 pm

It was a Friday afternoon, Willy Wonka sat at the park with his sketch book in hand. For some time, he'd been sketching a pony filled with ducks swimming about, the family minding their own business. Since he was five years old, Willy Wonka was always fascinated with drawing. He could sketch just about anything that would peek his interests: Flowers, Lakes, just about anything he would find interesting. His studies his latest drawing, giving a close look at all the details he put into it.

"Okay," He said to himself. "I'll add some shading over there; maybe add a bit of black along the feathers. And~"

Suddenly, a figure accidentally bumps into the lad when he wasn't looking. The poor lad drops his notebook and pencils all along the ground.

"Oh, so sorry mate," The male figure said.

He knelt upon the ground, helping Wonka pick up the dropped items.

"So clumsy. I really should be looking where I'm going."

"It's quite all right, sir," Willy replied.

As he picked up his stuff, he had a good look at the lad who bumped into him. He wore a long brown trench coat over a red shirt, black slacks and matching business shoes. His scruffy hair nearly covered his blue eyes, a slightly big nose stuck out, and based on the face he appeared to be between 17 and 18 years old. They both stood up, as the stranger hands Wonka his stuff.

"Thank you for the help, mister...?"

"Wallace," The man replied. "And you are?"

"Willy," He answered, shaking his hand. "Willy Wonka."

Wallace's eyes widen with surprise, as if he hadn't heard the word 'Wonka' in such a long time.

"Wonka?!" He asked. "As in 'Doctor Joseph Wonka'? The dentist?"

"Yeah! That was my dad."

"Wow, I've always wanted to meet someone famous. Never thought I'd actually meet his son."

Wonka was at a loss for words, having never received this much attention from just anyone.

"So, what brings you here?" Wonka asked.

"Nothing much," Wallace replied. "Just passing through on the way to my father's office. Helping him out and stuff."

Wonka took interest the moment Wallace mentioned aiding his father.

"What does your Dad do?"

"All kinds of things. Coats, cars, business suits, you name it. Although, between you and me... We actually put effort into them."

"I hear you. Really hard to come by these days."

They both gave out a sigh, knowing they both knew how the world was: Cheap... Really cheap.

Kinda sad that it reflects the current world right now.

The boys stood silent for a moment, looking up to the sky as if expecting a miracle to happen. After a while, Wallace looked down and noticed one of Wonka's drawings in his sketch book.

"Nice drawing," He complimented.

"Um... Thanks," Wonka replied, turning toward Wallace. "Which drawing exactly?"

"The one with the weird looking room. And what's that I see? Is that... Chocolate?"

Wonka turned toward the drawing Wallace was referring to, before turning back to him.

"Well, mum did say I have pure imagination," He joked.

That got the two to laugh, as if it's the first one they've had in forever.

"Well, she's not wrong," Wallace replied.

Just then, an idea pops into his head as a smile forms upon Wallace's face.

"Say Wonka," Wallace spoke. "How would you feel about becoming a man of business?"

Wonka turned toward Wallace, both confused and bewildered by that very statement.

"Come again?"

Tip-Top Incorporated Office

Willy Wonka sat along one of twelve chairs in the meeting room, sitting on one side of an ever-long table. Sitting across the way is a man who appears to be between his late-twenties to early-thirties. He wore a black business suit, complete with a matching necktie, a pair of dark black shoes, and sunglasses. The nervous expression on Wonka’s face is most apparent.

“Wallace,” The man spoke, calmly. “Why did you bring this boy here?”

The boy in question, Wallace, stood from a chair beside the man.

“Well, I saw potential in him,” He replied. “Thought he might help us, father.”

The father’s expression, however, hardly changed and his eyes never leave from the nervous Wonka.

“Son, while I do appreciate you taking initiative,” The man spoke, toward Wallace. “We already have more than enough people working for me. How can this boy be any different?”

“Well, I did bring some proposals about making the world less cheap,” Wonka spoke.

Wallace’s father steps up from his seat, approaching Mr. Wonka.

“If that’s all right for me to share, sir…”

“Yes, yes, no sense beating about the bush,” The man replied sternly. “You understand getting into this business is not as easy as it seems. There are certain provisos and quid-pro-quos, you understand?”

“Of course, sir,” Wonka nodded, pulling out his sketchbook. “I thought I’d start with something simple I’ve been concocting.”

“Mr. Wonka, before you proceed, suppose I were to inspect that book of yours myself?”

Mr. Wonka looked straight into the eyes of the man before him, the head man in charge of ‘Tip Top Inc.’. Wonka thought for a moment, as if determining whether this would be a good idea or not. Ultimately, he presents the book to the boss.

“Here you are, sir,” He replied. “I do believe you’ll find some promising concepts.”

Wonka hands Wallace’s father the sketchbook, the man opens the cover to view all the sketches inside. He observes each page with a keen eye, turning each one after another, until his attention is drawn to a rather particular room that certain folk might recognize.

“Hmm… Not bad,” He said, turning another page. “I see what you are going for…”

The man turns to another page, this time of a raft of ducks in a pond. Another page displayed a city full of color, as if to symbolize a joyful occasion. A feeling he hadn’t seen in quite some time. Having seen enough, he closes the book and turns his attention back to Wonka.

“Young man, if I may speak to you for a moment,” He asked.

“Indeed you may,” Wonka replied.

The young man picks himself up from his seat, slowly walking towards the head of ‘Tip Top Inc.’. The man leads Wonka into his private office, as Wallace looked on. When the two were truly alone, they slowly approach the man’s desk.

“Mr. Wonka, I see potential in you,” He spoke, with a hint of optimism. “When you’re a man of business, such as I, you must seek employees who have that special skillset within themselves. To make absolutely certain that you can push them, guide them until they have reached their absolute potential.”

“I can’t argue on that logic, sir,” Willy agreed, twirling his thumbs.

“You see son, I’ve been seeking a new product to produce. The problem is: Nothing’s come up. My entire staff has run short on ideas to push our business back on top, and as you can understand, certain cuts had to be made and most of my staff have been demoted due to their inability to meet demands.”

Wonka thought for a moment, taking what the man said to heart. To come up with something new, even on a whim, can prove extraordinarily difficult for anyone. Then, all of a sudden, one idea pops into his head.

“What about candy?” He suggested.

“Candy?!”

Surprised, the boy and the boss turned back towards the door. The old man gestures for the boy to wait and steadily makes his way to the office door. He opens the door, where he soon spots his son, Wallace, having listened through the door with an empty glass on the other end and his ear pressed against the glass.

“Wallace…”

“Sorry father, I just couldn’t help but overhear and~” Wallace began.

“Just come in… Wallace.”

“Yes father.”

The young man quietly enters the office, as the man closes the office door and turns his attention back to Wonka.

“So as I was saying,” Wallace said. “Suppose Willy might be onto something. Sure, candy is not among the fanciest products in the world and there’s been a history of candy factories across the globe. But if Wonka is willing to suggest otherwise, perhaps it’s an idea worth listening to.”

The man carefully thought about the idea for a moment, as if picturing as to the benefit in the marketing of candy and the finances that customers would pay for it. A smile forms on his face as he considers the merit of this idea.

“I suppose that could work,” He spoke, turning to Wonka. “Here’s my offer, young man: If you agree to create the highest quality products you can imagine, I shall grant you full ownership of your products and prepare the legal documents for your own business. Do we have a deal?”

Wonka could not believe the offer that the man before him was granting. Not only could this offer more than enough money to support himself and his mother, but in agreeing to this proposal his products may help the good people seeking some joy in their lives. He takes a deep breath before making his final decision.

“It’s a deal, sir,” He agreed, shaking the man’s hand.

“Good lad,” The boss nodded. “Now then, is there anything that you boys are going to need?”

Wallace approaches his father, taking out a notepad and pen from his suit pocket.

“Well father, this project is going to acquire just a few things to get started…”

And from that moment forth, ladies and gentlemen, this is where the real juicy bits come into action.

Tip Top Incorporated Warehouse

Inside a giant warehouse, Wallace and Wonka stood in the dark with only one lightbulb for light. By now, Wallace and Willy had set up a laboratory with test tubes, filled with chemicals, powders, and other things. Wonka inspects one vial very closely.

“Banana,” He requests.

Wonka reaches out, as Wallace gives the fruit to him. Willy proceeds to peel it, cut the fruit into chunks, and carefully places each piece into the liquid.

“So, what are you trying to do?” Wallace asked, observing Wonka.

“I’m trying to develop a fizzy sweet with a banana flavor,” Wonka replied.

He proceeds to pour the mixture into an ice cube tray.

“With any luck, this mixture will harden and should be edible in about ten seconds, give or take.”

The mixture began to shake rapidly within the dry ice, as steam emerged. Willy and Wallace braced themselves, expecting an explosion. But thankfully, after ten seconds, that did not happen. The two sighs in relief as Wonka uses some ice tongs to carefully life the tray and places it onto the table.

“Is it safe?” Wallace asked.

“Let’s find out,” Wonka replied.

Wonka grabs a metal stick, attached to a monitor, as he sticks it into one of the fizzy sweets inside the ice cube try. A monitor beeps as it analyzed the contents of the sweet.

“Hmm… The reading seems normal,” Wonka remarked.

As he removed the metal stick and placed it onto the counter, he picks up one of the fizzy sweets.

“You’re not thinking of trying it, right?” Wallace asked nervously.

“I see nothing to be afraid of,” Wonka reassured, with a shrug. “The monitor readings showed that it’s normal. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen for trying it?”

Wonka then puts the candy into his mouth, feeling the fizzy taste of the banana making his taste buds dance upon his tongue.

“See? Nothing happened—”

POOF!

All of a sudden, Willy Wonka vanished in a puff of smoke. Wallace stares in bewilderment, as he did not expect his friend to disappear into thin air.

“Wonka?!” Wallace cried out, running across the building. “WONKA!!!!”

“So yeah, Wonka said he accidentally made a sweet that made him travel to other dimensions. He didn’t tell us which ones he went through, but—”

“WAIT!!!!!”

“Did you say Wonka accidentally invent a fizzy sweet that sent him through dimensions?!” Diamond Tiara asked, in surprise.

Suffice to say, the whole group turned to her with confusion.

“Yes, I did,” Pinkie Pie said. “Why do you ask?”

“Seems some pony actually met him before,” Cheese assumed, sipping his milkshake.

Diamond Tiara scratched the back of her head, unsure of how to put it.

“Actually… That’s because I think I accidentally met him,” She muttered.

As soon as Diamond Tiara said this, Cheese spat out his entire milkshake… Through his nostrils. The entire group looked equally shocked at the revelation.

“YOU MET WONKA?!?!?!” The group cried.

“Like… What… How?!” Rainbow Dash asked bewildered.

“Now this is an unexpected turn for the deleted scenes,” Pinkie Pie remarked.

The others faced Pinkie Pie with confusion but shrugged it off. Mrs. Cake, having been overhearing the story, turns to Diamond Tiara.

“Sweetie, would you mind telling us what happened?” She asked politely.

“Now I’m so intrigued right now,” Twilight added.

“Us too!” Rarity remarked.

Diamond Tiara took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Her eyes turn to every pony around her, which she had to admit made her nervous. After clearing her throat, she begins to tell her little tale.

“Well you see, it all began in my bedroom. I had helped my parents trying to put Sugarcube Corner out of business… I was so upset that day; I didn’t know what to do…”

A few weeks ago…

Diamond Tiara laid on her bed, crying. Just a moment ago, she was forced to help her parents put the Cake’s shop out of service. Her heart was filled to the brim with guilt and shame, she truly wanted no part of this. But her parents didn’t give her much choice in the matter and now here she was: Trapped in her own household. She spent the next few minutes or so crying in her bedroom, clutching her pillow close to her body.

“Why did I have to ruin the Cake’s lives?” Diamond sobbed. “I didn’t want to do it… I didn’t…”

Suddenly, a loud thump in her room startled Diamond out of her guilt.

“What was that?”

Slowly, Diamond Tiara crawled from atop the bed towards the source of the sound and made a remarkable discovery. Oddly enough, a figure LAID in her room, but she had no idea what it was. It seemed too large to be a pony, no such features to spot, and it appeared to be wearing clothes. Suddenly, the figure stirs and groans as it slowly got up.

“Okay… Did not expect that,” Wonka muttered. “Never thought I invent a sweet with the ability to teleport me to…”

As he turned around, he spots a small pink pony with a tiara on top of her head. The two stared at each other in awkward silence, neither knowing what to say.

“Uh… Hello?” Wonka spoke awkwardly.

Diamond Tiara merely screamed at the top of her lungs before Wonka folded her mouth with his hands so nobody could hear.

“Hey! Hey! Hey, kid listen!” Wonka spoke. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Wonka slowly removed his hand from her mouth, pulling out his pockets.

“See? No weapons. I’m completely harmless. Can you tell me where I am?”

Diamond Tiara eventually calmed down, as she gazed upon the mysterious creature.

“You’re in Ponyville,” She replied, hopping off the bed. “And you’re in the land of Equestria. What are you supposed to be?”

“I am a human from planet Earth, England specifically,” Wonka answered. “I’m currently making candy for…”

Suddenly, Diamond Tiara burst into tears and cried on the floor. Wonka looked down on her sadly, as he leaned down and stroke Diamond’s mane.

“Gee, I guess kids really don’t like candy,” He muttered.

“No, it’s not that,” Diamond Tiara muttered, looking up. “I did something… terrible.”

“Like what?”

“My family forced to me have the Cake family kicked out of Ponyville!”

Wonka did not know how to take this information. But he remained calm, as he took a seat next to her.

“What’s wrong with this Cake Family?” He asked. “Aren’t they nice?”

“Of course they are!” Diamond Tiara replied, wiping her tears. “They’re the nicest family you could ever meet. They run the most amazing bakery in the world, with the most delicious sweets you’ve ever tasted!!”

Wonka listened on and was quite surprised over what he heard. A little filly ruining a family’s livelihood… Now that didn’t sound right. Despite this, he still felt there was one important question to ask.

“Why are you doing this at all?” Wonka asked, sympathetically. “It’s clear you’re a good kid; you don’t actually want to do this. So, what’s making you?”

Diamond Tiara remained quiet for a moment until she was comfortable to trust this stranger with the truth.

“My parents want to buy Sugarcube Corner!” She explained. “But the only way they can is if the business is failing. So, they forced me to tell them lies about their sweets getting too old and unoriginal. Within the next few weeks, the business was failing and they’re planning to buy the store once my parents convince the Cakes to sell.”

“Why those dirty crooks!!!” Wonka said angrily. “I can’t imagine someone using a child to exploit for profits. That just makes me sick! Why would a nice girl like you stick around with such rubbish?”

“Because… Because…”

Diamond Tiara wasn’t sure what to say next, until she took a deep breath.

“Because they’re my family… The only ones I have.”

Diamond Tiara began to cry softly, feeling the guilt of every horrible decision in her entire life. Wonka reached over to hug her, doing his best to comfort the pony. She looked toward Wonka’s face, seeing a small smile form.

“Tell me something little one, do you know what a family is?” He asked.

The question was quiet yet loving, almost welcoming. But Diamond Tiara merely shook her head.

“No…” Diamond Tiara looked down. “No, I don’t.”

Wonka lifted Diamond’s chin with one hand, gently lifting her face to look at him as he stroked her mane with the other hand.

“Well, I can you tell all about what a loving family means,” He replied happily. “Better still, I can sing it to you.”

Then the lights began to glow, as Diamond Tiara felt the warmness as if experiencing a symbolic gesture of how someone feels to be welcomed into their home to smiling faces.

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Diamond Tiara felt something she hadn’t felt in all her years… Love. Not spite, not hatred… Just love and compassion.

The two turned toward the sun out the window, both smiling as the leaves from the trees flew into the open window. They flew around in a circle, almost as if they were dancing to the melody.

The two hug each other with a warm, loving embrace. Diamond Tiara smiles at Wonka, having never felt so happy in all her life. But then, she noticed something rather odd: Wonka appeared to be transparent.

“Mister, are you fading?” She asked, surprised.

Wonka looks over himself, noticing he was slowly fading away.

“Oh dear! The sweet’s effects are wearing off,” He said, standing up with a smile. “Before I go, little one: There is one bit of advice I must share with you.”

“What is it?”

“If you ever want a wish to come true, you need only do three things: Hold your breath, make a wish, count to three…”

Diamond Tiara smiled, with tears of joy in her eyes.

“Thank you… For everything!” She said happily.

“It’s been a pleasure, little one,” He replied, his voice becoming an echo. “I know you will do the right thing… Goodbye!”

And just like that, Willy Wonka vanished into thin air again leaving Diamond Tiara all alone. Only this time, her heart was full of happiness and bravery. For now she knew what to do now and she did as she was told. She held her breath, made a wish, and counted three… For now she was going to do the right thing.

(Sobbing) Wow… That was so sad!

And so happy at the same time! How messed up is that? (Sobbing harder)

“And that’s how it happened,” Diamond Tiara concluded the story.

The entire group in the shop had a wide range of emotions: Shock, happy, sad, amazement… All at the same time. Some of the ponies had tears in their eyes, while others only smiled.

“Wow, that was so lovely,” Rarity sobbed, blowing her nose in a tissue.

“To think, Mr. Wonka actually helped us,” Mr. Cake said, in amazement.

“And we didn’t know about it,” Spike added.

“I guess we owe him some thanks for that,” Rainbow Dash replied, sipping her smoothie.

“I hafta agree with you there, sugar cube,” Applejack agreed.

“Same here,” Fluttershy smiled.

Twilight Sparkle stared out the window, where the sun was shining at its highest peak.

“I guess miracles do happen sometimes,” She said happily.

Eventually Twilight faced the others, as Diamond Tiara gently tapped Pinkie’s hoof to get her attention.

“Pinkie, can you and Cheese please continue the story?” She asked nicely.

Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich faced each other, with a happy grin on their faces.

“Okie-doki-loki!” Pinkie replied, bouncing in her seat.

“Let’s see, where were we?” Cheese Sandwich thought, realizing. “Oh yes, we were right back at the warehouse…”

Wallace paced around the hallway, not knowing what to do. Just a moment ago he saw Wonka vanish into thin air and he had no clear where he could be. To say he was slightly panicking was a major understatement.

“Oh man, oh man!” Wallace paced around the room. “How am I gonna…”

SLAM!!!

Just then, Wallace heard something fall into the room. His instincts kicked in and he rushed towards the source. By some miracle, he found Willy Wonka laying on the ground.

“WONKA!!!” Wallace cried.

He helps his friend back on his feet.

“Are you okay, buddy?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine,” He reassured, brushing himself off. “Just a bit bang up, that’s all.”

“You vanished into thin air!!! Where were you?”

“Let’s say I found a new friend and helped her out… I’ll tell you later.”

The two approach the lab table to continue their candy-making project.

“Note to self,” Wonka concluded, picking up some containers. “The fizzy sweets will need a few more tests before they are safe to eat.”

“Agreed!” Wallace replied, pushing the sweets aside. “I’ll tell yah, you scared the cocoa beans out of me.”

Just then, Wonka put everything on hold and turned back toward Wallace.

“Say, do we have any cocoa beans?” He asked curiously.

“Yeah, there are some in the back,” Wallace replied, pointing to a pile of sacks. “Why do you ask?”

As Wonka approached one of the backs, digging his hands till they were full of the cold dark beans, he turns toward Wallace.

“Because my dear friend, I have an idea!”

The First Wonka Bar Part 3 (Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory)

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Wonka and Wallace had been hard at work perfecting the most super-duper delicious treat the world has ever seen. A few hours passed yet they were still far from completing this new brand of candy. But nevertheless, they were determined to finish once and for all. During which process, proper measurement of sugar was their major focus.

“How much sugar are we looking at here?” Wallace asked.

“We will need enough to make these batches of chocolate,” Wonka replied. “Just need enough so the taste is just right.”

He proceeded to pour the sugar into an unusual contraption, which made a loud clunky noise as it buffered and steamed out smoke. And it kept going from here on out.

“Milk!” Wonka requested.

Wallace handed Wonka the canister of milk, and the latter poured it directly into the machine.

“If I may ask, where did you get this machine?” Wonka asked.

“Just an old invention my great grandpa of mine owned,” Wallace replied. “He was quite the inventor, known him since I was very young. Used to hang out with him all the time till…”

A sigh of sadness escaped his lips before he turned toward Wonka.

“Till he died… last year.”

Wonka gazed upon Wallace with sympathy, understanding how it felt to lose a loved one.

“Sorry to hear that,” He spoke.

“It’s alright mate, I’ve had this talk with my Dad…”

Just then, the machine began to steam out black smoke. The machine began to shake, creating a loud clanking noise. And all at once… the machine completely stopped.

“Okay… that’s not a good sign,” Wonka observed, worriedly. “Is there something wrong with it?”

“It’s a really old machine, Wonka,” Wallace replied. “It a bit rusty, and we can’t expect it to work right. Its cogs are like flatten tires.”

“We should determine what’s going on with it.”

Wonka and Wallace approached the machine and Wonka gave a tiny tap along the top. Just then, it began to shake violently almost as if it was about to explode.

“Quick Wonka!” Wallace called out. “Before the machine…”

*BOOM!*

It was too late. The machine began to release dirty, black smoke. The systems began steaming up from the funnel along the top. As the smoke cleared, both Wonka and Wallace were covered in soot.

“You weren’t kidding when you said it was rather old,” Wonka sighed.

“Yeah… it has problems,” Wallace replied, brushing away the smoke. “Probably engine trouble. Would you mind giving me a hand?”

Wonka looked at Wallace nervously.

“Are you sure about this? Because I don’t intend to be blown up again… or anything nasty for that matter.”

“Nothing will happen,” Wallace reassured, smiling. “I’m an experienced mechanic, with years of engineering work in my belt. Nothing to worry about.”

Though a slight hesitant, Wonka released a deep breath and smiled.

“Sure,” He replied.

They both approached the machine once more. Wallace picked up a toolbox from the lab table and opened a hatch at the side of the machine. He then took out a wrench from his toolbox.

“Hey Wonka, mind giving me a few bolt?” He asked.

“Sure thing,” Wonka nodded, handing the bolts.

“Thanks.”

Wallace started by unscrewing the rusty bolts slowly, eventually replacing them with new, clean, shiny bolts. He made sure the bolts were locked in very tightly, to ensure they were in place. He smiled upon his handywork as he turned toward Wonka.

“Can I ask you something?” Wallace asked.

“Sure, what?” Wonka replied.

“When you show dad our products and get his approval, what’s next for you?”

“A bit personal, don’t you think?” Wonka asked, surprised.

“Its just we’ve been quite close for some time now. I was wondering what you’ll do in the future. I mean there’s loads of stuff I want to do, but what about you?”

As a matter of fact, Wonka didn’t know what to say. He knew the future is an unknown void and try as one may can to look deeply no one would ever get a good look. Wonka scratched the back of his head, as he looked toward Wallace.

“I… I… I want to be a father,” He finally spoke.

“You… a dad?” Wallace asked curiously. “Well, did not see that one coming.”

“I know its not for everyone, but… it’s something I hope to experience for myself. My father and I were quite close, we used to do everything together. Playing darts, going fishing, and learning how to care for our teeth.”

The last part made Wonka chuckle, especially over the happy memories with his dad. In that moment it felt like going back in time in some blue police box. But then… his happiness turns to sadness in a matter of seconds. Wallace placed his hand upon his shoulder, which Wonka took notice.

“It’s not easy losing someone you love, is it?” Wallace asked sympathetically.

Wonka didn’t utter a word, merely shook his head gently.

“Ever since he died, I always felt a part of me was missing,” Wonka spoke quietly. “Its like missing a jigsaw piece and you can’t really finish the puzzle. I’ve been yearning for that last piece to make myself whole again.”

“You can never truly replace a loved one, Wonka,” Wallace pointed out gently. “They can, however, be cherished within our memories. They are always there for you.”

“I know… but that just makes me miss him more. Don’t know what to do without his guidance.”

“Hmm… my father felt the same when grandpa passed away. He wasn’t sure what to do without him since grandpa’s the one who started up the company. But then, in a matter of years, he realized grandfather wouldn’t want him to go on aimlessly as father had. So he used grandfather’s machines for his business from that moment on.”

Wonka smiled, as Wallace story made him feel slightly better. True, he’d always miss his dad, yet he also knew he was still alive in some form. And if he were here, he wouldn’t want Wonka to be sad not when he in turn has a future still ahead of him.

“Thanks Wallace,” He said happily. “I needed to hear that.”

“You’re welcome,” Wallace replaced. “Now, how’s about fixing up this machine?”

Wonka nodded as they continued to work. It was a rather messy job, like wadding through a river of paint and oil.

That’s a… weird description. Where’d you get that from?”

Let’s say I’ve had weird experiences growing up.

Anyhow, the machine continued clunking and making bonking sounds. Clearly, it still wasn’t working the way it was intended to. The two released a sigh of frustration over the fact that the machine wasn’t cooperating with them. It was as if it did not wish to be fixed.

“So… what’s next?” Wonka asked, examining the wires. “Tangled wires? Broken pipes? Oil spill?”

Upon a closer inspection, Wallace stumbles upon the source of the machine’s problems.

“Ahh… I see it!” He exclaimed slightly. “One of the fuses gone out. Should be some spares on the lab table.”

“Alright, just make sure the rest of the machine functions properly,” Wonka instructed.

Wonka approached the lab table and searched around before finding a large glass cylinder with two metal caps inside. Wonka picked up some thin wire inside and placed it into his pocket as he approached Wallace.

“Here you go!” He offered the fuse.

“Thanks mate!” Wallace replied.

He slowly inserted the fuse as gently as possible, knowing there was always the chance everything could go wrong. Just then, they heard a clicking noise indicating the fusing process was successful. The fuse began to light up like a lightbulb, as the engine roared to life and the machine was up and running again. The boys’ faces lit up with happiness.

“WELL DONE, TEAM WALLAKA!” Wallace shouted.

He delivered a high-five to Wonka, who raised his left eyebrow.

“Team Wallaka?” He asked in confusion.

“You know, Wonka and Wallace together as a team,” Wallace explained. “The dynamic duo, the chuckle brothers, super friends!”

Wonka just stared at Wallace with a ‘Seriously’ expression.

“Yeah… I really need to think of a better team name,” Wallace smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah you do,” Wonka nodded.

Just then, a blue light lit up along the top of the machine meaning now they needed to add another ingredient.

“I’ll grab the cocoa beans!” Wonka called out.

He rushed toward a very large sack full of cocoa beans. The sack itself looked very old, like it was used many times. He grabbed the sack from the bottom and lifted it up. It was quite heavy, and the man practically winced a bit trying to keep it up. That is until Wallace gave him a helping hand and together they lifted the sack over their shoulders. They walked slowly toward the machine and opened the sack.

“Okay… now we just need to dump the beans into the machine,” Wonka instructed. “Just be very careful.”

Wallace nodded as they poured the sack very slowly, as millions of little cocoa beans fell into the funnel of the machine. It almost looked like the cocoa beans were going to another world beyond their wildest dreams. After a while, the lightbulb began blinking as the machine began to hum softly until finally…

*DING!*

“Sounds like the mixture’s done,” Wonka said grinning.

“Sounds about right,” Wallace agreed.

He took a large spoon and opened a small lid from the side. He scooped some warm liquid chocolate and blew upon the mixture to cool it down. Wallace then tipped the spoon into his mouth to taste it and surprisingly… it was quite good.

“Wow!!!” He exclaimed. “This is actually great! Where did you learn to make good chocolate?”

“Well, when you have ‘pure imagination’ you can do anything you put your mind to,” Wonka smiled.

He wrapped his arm around his new best friend, feeling a sense of pride over their achievements.

“Now… onto the final phase.”

Wonka rushed toward the shelf before coming back with a total of ten chocolate baking trays.

“We put the mixture into these trays, then we place them in a large fridge. This way they should harden just enough so its texture will be edible. Got it?”

“Got it!” Wallace saluted.

Wonka gave him half the trays, as he reached for some spoons. He began to pour the chocolate into the trays, a task full of sweat and tears. And yet this was worth it, as Wonka’s dream was about to become a reality.

Like how this chapter took so long to write…

I HAD WRITER’S BLOCK!!!

Tip Top Industries Office

It was early in the morning as Wonka, his mum, and Wallace gathered at the Tip Top Incorporated office building. Wonka brought his mother along in hopes of impressing her, as he straightened his red coat. His mother bought him that coat, as it made him look smart, and even gave him an orange top hat, a flower themed shirt with a golden bow tie, dirty white pants, and some nice shoes.

“Mum, you sure about this outfit?” He asked nervously. “I’m not sure this outfit will work.”

“Nonsense Willy,” His mum smiled, ruffling his hair. “You look very professional for your presentation. Besides, orange and purple suits you. I thought of gelling your hair, but I figured that was too much.”

She then handed her son a long walking cane she carried in one hand.

“A walking cane?” Wonka questioned.

“It was your father’s cane,” His mum explained quietly. “Used to take it with him every time he went to work. Said it gave him good luck and happiness. He always wanted me to give this to you on your 20^th birthday.”

She smiled sadly as she kissed her son upon his forehead.

“But right now… I think he’d want you to have it.”

His mum then gave him a big hug, to which Wonka hugs her back.

“Thanks mum,” He spoke warmly.

Just then, the office doors opened as Wallace’s dad stepped out and looked upon Wonka.

“Mr. Wonka, I’m ready for you.”

The serious tone made Wonka slightly nervous, but he regained his composure following a couple deep breaths.

“Okay sir,” Wonka said, before facing the others. “Wish me luck.”

With that said, Wonka entered Wallace’s father’s office. The two lads take their seats, as they both turned toward each other. Like a pair of unmoving statues, they maintain constant eye contact and remain very quiet. Wallace’s father lifts a glass cup and pours some champagne into it. He casually took a sip as he glanced toward Wonka.

“Do you care to show me what you’ve made, Mr. Wonka?” He spoke. “I expect high quality from you young man. I do not wish to be disappointed.”

“Of course not, sir,” Wonka said.

Wonka brought up a basket he carried. He placed it upon the desk and began to search for what he needed. It was in that moment, when he found what he searched for, he pulled it out and revealed: A rectangle-shaped chocolate bar, covered in foil and a wrapper on it. The wrapper had a pink edge over a brown rectangle and the words ‘Wonka Bar’ in bold curly letters.

“This is your chocolate?” Wallace’s dad asked.

“Yes it is,” Wonka replied. “I call this the Wonka Bar. Wallace and I had been thinking really hard on how this product will turn out. It’s been a rough ride, but I think we got this just right.”

“Is that so?”

“I-I mean we definitely got it right. Just hope you like it sir.”

He placed the chocolate onto the desk for a closer inspection. Wallace’s dad looked at the bar with a keen eye. Wonka began to sweat a bit, as he took a few deep breathes. The man then took the chocolate bar from the desk and began to unravel the wrapping. Inside, there was a light brown chocolate bar, in small squares and in chunks. It looked very delicious but looks only covered half of it. The man then snapped off one of the chocolate chunks and placed it into his mouth. Slowly, he chewed on the chocolate till he felt something new, something odd, something… amazing. Then, at the moment he swallowed the chocolate, he smiled.

“Well, Mr. Wonka… I think you just hit the jackpot!” He declared pleasantly.

Wonka’s face beamed with happiness, having not expected such praise.

“Thank you sir!” He smiled. “I am glad you enjoyed the chocolate. Just wait and see all the other sweets Wallace and I…”

“But…”

Wonka froze, uncertain over how to take the man’s word. The man took another sip of his drink as he pondered.

“Something wrong, sir?” Wonka asked.

“It’s just… I’m a bit skeptical, that’s all,” He explained. “You see, I’ve met many genius minds in my time. But they all had one problem.”

“That being?”

“They all just wanted the money, no passion for what they were making. Of course money is important in business, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t care for what you’re making. Frankly, it seems you’ve already failed to impress me. Here you are, coming to me with this presentation and all you got me to say is ‘You hit the jackpot’. Honestly, that isn’t good enough for me… so I am going to tell you once and only once… YOU HAVE FAILED!!!”

Wonka stood, in complete shock, truly thinking he had impressed one of the most powerful men in business. Only to realize the man wasn’t even fazed by his delicious chocolate. But Wonka, not the type to give up so easily, straightened his bowtie and looked the man in the eye.

“I think everything in the world needs to have love in it,” Wonka began softly. “As cliché as that sounds, when you have something you love taken away from you its… sad. You don’t know how much it means to you until its gone. All I want is for everyone to know that everything Wallace and I make must have love in it. Whether it’s a pair of socks or an ice cream sundae, it is only good if made with love and passion.”

The room grew silent almost as if someone just died. Until eventually… a single clap took Wonka by surprise. He turned his head around for the source of the sound, as another clap was heard… and another… and another. By the time he turned his head again, he saw the man clapping his hands with pure delight, as he stood from his seat, approached Wonka, and shook his hand.

“Congratulations, my boy!” He spoke cheerfully.

“Wait what?!” Wonka spoke confused. “But I thought you weren’t—”

“Impressed?” The man chuckled. “I merely wanted to test you my boy. I had to see whether your heart was in the right place or not… and it most certainly is.”

Wonka stood up from his seat, happy and amazed over how his luck suddenly changed. Here he stood, before the owner of a major company. Wonka grew a massive smile on his face as his mum came into the office.

“So what did he say?” She asked eagerly.

Wonka placed his hand upon his mother’s shoulder.

“He said yes, mum!” Wonka replied. “He said yes!”

Twenty seconds of silence passed, until she squealed with excitement. The two hug each other, though the mother hugged rather tightly.

Why do you say that?

Experience…

“Mum… Gah! Can’t… breathe!” Wonka sputtered.

The poor young man struggled to retrieve some air into his lungs. His mum only just realized what she’s doing, and she instantly let go.

“Sorry honey,” She blushed slightly. “Your father would’ve been so proud of you… as am I.”

The two hug again, as Wallace and his father look on in satisfaction.

“Wallace, that young man over there has a bright future,” He declared.

“I couldn’t agree more father,” Wallace replied.

He wrapped his arm around his father, as they watch a mother and her son enjoy this spontaneous moment.

Six Years Later…

In the tiny streets of England, a sweets shop stood. But it was no ordinary shop, for this belonged to Willy Wonka himself. Inside were loads of people excitedly buying the delicious candy inside. All the employees wore small hats, uniforms with pink shirts and aprons, and dark-black shoes. They were serving out the sweets to all the paying customers as the crowds kept pouring in.

Meanwhile, Willy Wonka was doing an interview with a rather lanky man. He had short hair, wore a pair of glasses, a jumper, and a pair of slacks. A pen and note pad were in his hands.

“Mister Wonka, can I ask about your plans for the future?” He asked intellectually. “Thanks to your chocolate, the whole world has turned around. Surely it feels weird that before we used to make things so cheaply.”

Wonka merely smiled as he rose from his seat.

“The future is unknown, no one knows what it holds,” He replied.

The man proceeded to escort the reporter out his office and through the candy store.

“What I do know is this: If we believe in our goals and enjoy the simple things in life, we can accomplish everything! I’m just happy to give a helping hand and inspire everyone how to make things with love.”

The reporter jotted down every word onto his notepad, his eyes never leaving Wonka. As he wrote, his feet were jittery due to walking around all the time.

“Now this quite is a page turner,” He said enthusiastically. “So… word on the street is you’ve planned on bringing your chocolate to America. How did that happen?”

“When people find your chocolate so delicious and wonderful, many companies want those goods brought to them,” Wonka explained merrily. “But America is only the beginning. China and Japan will soon have a chance to taste our wonderful chocolate. Then we expand our marketing to South America, Egypt, and even Antarctica. I’ve even promised the Prince from India to construct a palace made entirely out of chocolate!”

The Reporter howled with laughter, as he placed his hand upon his forehead. Frankly, he found the entire scenario utterly hilarious.

“Imagine the days just to eat an entire palace of chocolate!!”

“Oh yes, quite right!” Wonka agreed, chuckling.

Just then, the ringing of the phone caught Wonka’s attention. He turned toward the reporter.

“Excuse me sir, would you mind waiting a bit?” He asked politely. “I have an important call to answer.”

The reported smiled and shook Wonka’s hand.

“No problem sir,” He said cheerfully.

Wonka soon returned to his office and approached the phone on a small wooden table. Picking it up with one hand, he placed it near his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello sweetheart,” An old female voice spoke. “How is work?”

“Oh, it’s been great mum! Just been talking to a very nice reporter. He’s preparing a story about me for the papers and an Indian Prince asked me to personally construct a palace entirely made of chocolate.”

“That’s wonderful honey…”

There was a hint of sadness in her voice, which Wonka noticed immediately. He clutched the phone tightly, as his expression turned to worry.

“Mum, is something wrong?” He asked softly.

“I… just came back from the doctors… they have the results and…”

She paused mid-speech for a moment, as if she didn’t know what else to say.

“Why don’t we discuss this later honey? Right after you finish your work.”

Wonka felt as if his heart could smash into a million pieces, as if his worst fears were coming true.

“Okay, um… see you soon,” Wonka said. “… I love you…”

He placed the phone down and for the first time in a while he didn’t know what to do. He had always been worried about his mother, more than anything he ever thought in his life. She always told him that she was fine when she wasn’t feeling well… but he began to feel there was more than what she said. He took a seat in his office chair, pondering over their conversation.

“Come on mum…” He thought to himself. “We can beat this together… we promised…”

“Excuse me, Mr. Wonka?”

An elderly voice drew Wonka’s attention. Before his eyes stood a man somewhere between his forties and fifties, with a moustache and gray hair. He seemed very lanky compared to Wonka, who stood from his chair and offered a warm smile.

“Joe Bucket, my wonderful employee,” He greeted cheerfully. “How can I help you today?”

Anyone could see Wonka was trying to hide his sadness with a cheery tone. But only because he didn’t want to upset his top employee.

“We need more Wonka Bars,” He said urgently. “And we are out of Chocolate Birds.”

“Birds?” Wonka grinned. “Birds… well then, we must make some more!”

He then picked up a tiny egg and placed it inside Joe’s mouth, as the old man closed his mouth.

“Okay then… now open.”

Joe Bucket does as he’s told, opening his mouth and revealing a small baby chocolate bird having just hatched. As if that wasn’t incredible enough, the bird tweeted. Wonka smiled upon such a wonderful sight.

“Welcome to the world, little one…” Wonka smiled warmly.

“And that’s how I became the most famous chocolatier in the world!” Willy Wonka finished.

The ponies and all the others around him sat entranced, having enjoyed the tales of his trials and how all that hard work paid off. Like a house at the very end of a grueling renovation project. By now, Pinkie Pie couldn’t contain her excitement any further.

“THAT WAS SO EXCITING!!!” She squealed excitedly.

“SHH!!! Pinkie!!!” Twilight shushed harshly.

But Wonka merely smiled, not in the least bit annoyed over Pinkie Pie’s sudden burst of excitement.

“No, no. It’s quite alright Miss Sparkle,” Wonka replied cheerfully. “It always pleases me when everyone finds my stories entertaining. It is my job to make people happy after all.”

“Would’ve been better if it was on T.V.,” Mike Teavee spoke, in a bored tone.

Rainbow Dash was about to answer back but decided to keep it to herself. Applejack wrapped an arm around her knowing just how her friend felt. Charlie raised his hand drawing Wonka’s attention.

“Yes young man,” Wonka spoke. “What is it?”

“It’s about Wallace sir,” Charlie spoke politely. “You see him often?”

“Oh yes I do. We share coffee together, talk about business, and joke around now and then. Basically what friends do…”

Just then, the telephone rang again alerting Wonka that someone wished to speak to him immediately.

“Please excuse me for a moment.”

Wonka stood up and turned around the corner, checking to see no one watching him. He then took off his hat, pulled out a phone inside, and answered it.

“Hello?” He spoke.

“Hello Wonka,” A posh voice spoke. “It’s Wallace.”

“Ah, Wallace! Tell me… something happened again?”

”Just letting you know the burst pipe is fixed and Augustus Gloop is very… ‘thin’ at the moment.”

Willy Wonka gave a sigh of relief knowing the tour can continue. To be honest, he knew Augustus Gloop would be the first to fail his test considering how gluttonous the boy truly was. And in fact ‘greed’ got the better of him. Wonka looked at the guests for a moment then turned back to the phone.

“Do they know your ‘real’ identity?” He asked quietly.

“No they don’t good friend,” Wallace chuckled. “Rest assure that no one will ever figure out my name is not ‘Wallace Wilkinson’ for nothing…”

“Very good old friend. I must ask you to be Slugworth for a while, just till the very end of the tour. I’ll be waiting for you in my office.”

“Same to you. See you later.”

With that settled, he hung up the phone and put it back into his hat. Wonka sighed a bit, as he reached into his pocket and grabbed an old photo of his family. He looked at the one piece of his history that almost no one tends to see of him.

“Mum… Dad…” He spoke softly and sadly. “I wish you both can see this… actually, I’ve wished you were still with me for the longest time…”

A single tear fell from his eye, as it run down his cheek and dropped to the ground like a single rain drop.

“Mister Wonka?”

Wonka noticed Charlie, Pinkie Pie, and Cheese Sandwich standing before him.

“Is something wrong?” Pinkie Pie asked.

Wonka immediately brushed the tear away, not wanting anyone to see how upset he was.

“No, no. Nothing’s wrong,” He said cheerfully. “We can continue with the tour now. Come… let’s join the others.”

He proceeded to walk back toward the group, as the trio stared at each other.

“Gee… I never saw him like this before,” Cheese spoke, scratching his head.

“Neither have I,” Charlie spoke.

The boy looked toward Wonka, wondering to himself as to why he seemed sad for a moment. Eventually, the trio made way to join the others and the tour could continue.

“And that’s how it happened,” Pinkie Pie said.

She just finished her tale for the twins, who clapped their hooves over such an amazing tale. Diamond Tiara began to smile knowing she met the most famous chocolate maker in the world.

Well, the most famous in the human world. Who do you think is a famous chocolate maker in the pony world?

Um… I don’t know…

“It all makes sense now,” Twilight spoke, standing from her chair. “Wonka asked Wallace to be ‘Slugworth’ to inspect the winners and get a good idea what they were like. He’d then made that offer to tempt us in accepting if only to see if we did the right thing.”

“Guess that makes sense to ask an old friend to be a spy,” Spike added.

“It’s quite odd he never mentioned his first name to us,” Fluttershy spoke, puzzled.

“Probably a private thing, sugar cube,” Applejack replied, sipping her smoothly.

“Still, I’m happy he helped him become the man he is today!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed happily.

She proceeded to give her friends a group hug, which took them by surprise. But nevertheless, it was a lovely kind of surprise all the same.

“And I’m so happy to be here with you girls!”

“We’re happy too for yourself and your family darling,” Rarity said.

Rarity and the rest return a hug to Pinkie Pie. Diamond Tiara pokes Pinkie along one leg, gaining her attention as she turned towards the filly.

“What is it Diamond Tiara?” Pinkie asked.

Diamond Tiara held up a piece of paper with her hoof, showing a drawing of Diamond Tiara herself holding hands with the younger Willy Wonka.

“When you publish the story, can you add the drawing I did?” She asked sweetly.

Pinkie Pie smiled, as she hugged the newest family member to her heart.

“Of course,” She replied. “Anything for the newest member of the Pie family.”

Just then, Cheese Sandwich’s face lit up as if an idea came to mind.

“I think I found our title for this new story,” He said.

“OOOH!!! TELL ME! TELL ME! TELL ME! TELL ME!” She screamed excitedly. “What is it?”

“How about we call it…?”

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Inside the Candyman’s Sweet shop, Willy Wonka, Charlie Bucket, and Grandpa Joe were all enjoying some lemonade to pass the time. Wonka held a picture of his mother and father, gazing upon it for a moment. Charlie looked upon the old photograph curiously, as he took another sip of his lemonade. He then gently held Wonka’s free hand, drawing his attention.

“Is that your mum and dad?” He asked kindly.

Wonka merely nodded his head in response.

“How I wish you could’ve met them,” He said sadly. “My father was the greatest dentist in the world. He’d help all kinds of folk with their teeth problems. Kings and queens, dogs and cats… and he always had a smile on his face. And my mother… she was the kindest person you could’ve ever met. If she ever saw me sad, she’d always cheer me up and would never leave my side. She was always happy… even when she went to the hospital.”

Grandpa Joe put his drink down, placing a hand on Wonka’s shoulder.

“You know in our family, we have a saying,” He spoke wisely. “Even if a family member isn’t around anymore, that doesn’t mean they are truly gone in our hearts.”

“Grandpa’s right,” Charlie nodded. “He taught me the same thing… after I lost my father.”

Charlie was sad at the mention of his father, until he felt arms wrap around him in an embrace. He looked up as Wonka gave him a hug, which Charlie returned.

“I’m just glad I can be part of your family Charlie,” Wonka spoke warmly.

And so there was reason for them to be happy. For Wonka now found a new family in his life, one of which he can care about. And for Charlie, it felt like an honor to be the son Wonka never had in his life.

“I’m glad too Mr. Wonka,” Charlie smiled.

Eventually the two broke off from their hug, as Wonka checked his watch. Seeing the time, he picked up his cane and got off his seat.

“Right, we should head back to the glass elevator. Mustn’t be late for the Space Hotel U.S.A.”

Grandpa Joe and Charlie’s eyes went wide with amazement.

“There’s a Space Hotel?” Grandpa Joe asked in bewilderment.

“Oh yes, sure is!” Wonka replied. “A 5-star hotel on the moon, full of amazing dishes, great activities, and a wonderful view of the Earth.”

“What are we waiting for?” Charlie asked excitedly, putting on his cap.

“Let’s go to the stars!” Grandpa Joe declared.

The trio laughed with joy as they leave the candy store together…

Just as they left, another customer came into the candy store. A teenage boy wearing black pants, gray shoes, and a blue waterproof coat. His hood covered his entire head, so as no one can see his face. He takes a seat on a chair by the counter, as the candy man came near him while wiping a glass cup with a napkin.

“What can I do for you sir?” He asked.

The teenager merely put the money on the counter, as he eyed the candy man.

“1 large cola… and a Wonka Bar… please…” He spoke quietly.

The candy man counted the money, making sure it was enough. Seeing that he did, he smiled toward the teenagers.

“Right away.”

He took a large glass cup and dropped a few ice cubes inside. Then he proceeded to fill the cup with the cola, while reaching for a Wonka Bar. He then placed the items on the counter near the teenager.

“Enjoy my boy!” He said cheerfully.

“Thank you…” The boy spoke.

As the candy man resumed cleaning his glasses, the teenager took one sip of his cola. As he slowly opened his Wonka Bar, anyone can see he was not like any teenager in town. Most of them were loud, they’d talk about school, perhaps about boyfriends or girlfriends, parties, anything… but not him. He sat quietly, preferring a silent place like the park rather than some place noisy. He took one single bite of the Wonka, chewing it very slowly.

“Who am I?” He thought to himself.

As he lifted his hidden face, a glowing pair of demonic Blue eyes loom from beneath the hood.

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Set Between The Spongebob Squarepants Movie and The Conjuring

In the underwater kingdom of Seaquestria, the Cutie Mark Crusaders were hanging out with the Mane Six and Spike at Queen Nova’s castle. They arrived under the invitation of the Queen herself to attend a very important meeting. A week had passed since their adventures with a talking Spong and starfish, the journey still fresh in their minds. They were proceeding with work on the next book in their series of other-worldly adventures, from witches to phantoms, to talking dogs and other amazing things. The Cutie Mark Crusaders watched in awe as the girls planned out their next book.

“Can we ask how you girls always do so well in makin’ them book series?” Apple Bloom asked. “How does work?”

“Well there are many stages to do a story,” Twilight explained to the fillies. “The first step is the planning stage, where to determine the beginning, the middle, and end of the story. Then it’s a matter of describing the events by memory of every single detail of our adventures. And it doesn’t hurt to add a couple drawings and the ‘title’ of said story.”

Sweetie Belle swam beside her big sister, taking a seat next to her on a bed of coral.

“I thought the story with you and Erik would be next,” She pointed out. “I’m not complaining or anything, I’m glad we’re doing a SpongeBob story. But I just figured you of all ponies would want to do a story on how you fell in love.”

“And we’re doing just that Sweetie darling,” Rarity replied happily. “It’s a personal story you see, a story which holds a special place in our hearts. Which is why we’re writing the story together.”

Pinkie Pie nodded in agreement, knowing full-well the experience of how love changes a pony’s life forever.

“I guess it’s true they say that the best ponies to write love stories are the ones who fall in love to begin with,” Pinkie Pie replied.

Just then, Queen Nova and her daughter, Princess Skystar, enter the room. While Skystar looked cheerful and happy, Nova seemed sadder than usual.

“GIRLS!!!” Skystar exclaimed, hugging the girls. “I’m so glad you all came here today. Especially with that new book you’re working on!”

“We’re glad too, Skystar,” Fluttershy said. “We always love coming to your kingdom. It’s so lovely and colorful!”

Queen Nova smiled for a moment, as she did not admit to anyone she’s quite happy that Skystar and her friends are enjoying themselves. But then her smiled faded away just as quickly. The girls took notice of the queen’s mournful face.

“Something wrong your majesty?” Twilight asked.

“Well Twilight, ever since I became queen of this kingdom, I felt like I lost the joy of having fun,” Nova explained. “I’m a mother, yet I don’t know how to have fun anymore… I feel like I don’t know what to do anymore.”

The girls gaze upon the queen with sympathy. Understanding the queen’s position of ruling a kingdom, only to feel like the fun within was slipping away. Such a thought was sad and disheartening, especially given the previous experience. Who could blame her? The Cutie Mark Crusaders swim from their seats, swimming toward the Queen who turned toward them.

“We know exactly how you feel,” Sweetie Belle assured, with a light smile.

“We’ve had the same feeling during our adventure with SpongeBob and Patrick,” Scootaloo added.

Apple Bloom nodded, remember the moment the pair attempted t o prove themselves as kids despite the fact the whole town saw them as kids.

“They were dealin’ with the fact no one took ‘em seriously and they tried to prove everyone wrong,” Apple Bloom explained. “There was one moment they did prove to be great heroes despite their childish ways.”

This drew Queen Nova’s attention, having never heard the story of the children saving the day. She adjusts herself onto her throne.

“If you don’t mind girls, can you three explain to me this moment?” She asked politely.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders turned toward the Mane Six (And Spike), who smiled and nodded their heads with approval. The CMC smiled back before turning back toward the Queen.

“It will be our pleasure, Queen Nova,” Scootaloo answered excitedly. “Gather around every pony, we’ve got a story to tell.”

“Of how SpongeBob and Patrick proved themselves to be great heroes,” Apple Bloom added.

“And how we fought a most unusual foe,” Sweetie Belle added.”

“Submitted by the approval of all of you,” The CMC introduced, in unison. “We call this story…”

The Shopping Mall of Doom!!!!!

Patchy the Pirate comes into the writing room.

Oh, hi Patchy… what’re you doing here?

Argh… one of your writer friends got sick and asked me to take his place.

Really? You sure it’s not because you only a cameo in the story?

… Yes.

Well monsieur, we better get started then.

Ahh, the sea. So mysterious, so beautiful, so… uh wet. Our short story begins with our band of heroes driving along in their patty wagon, ready to reclaim Neptune’s Crown in the mysterious Shell City. For you see, the girls were looking for the evil Cozy Glow, who had stolen the Pearl from the kingdom of Seaquestria. However, when SpongeBob’s boss, Mr. Crabs, was framed for stealing the crown, the girls, along with SpongeBob and Patrick, set out on a journey to retrieve the crown. SpongeBob was very much enjoying the drive in the patty wagon, needing to get his driver’s license.

“Ahh, isn’t this great Patrick?” He asked cheerfully. “The blue skies, the rocks on the sand, the window blowing in your face! It’s literally eye shattering.”

“Sure is buddy,” Patrick replied.

But soon as he spoke, his eyes ‘literally’ shatter in a million pieces. Fortunately, he had an extra set of eyes. A bit surprising to the Equestrians, despite knowing that Bikini Bottom is anything but normal. What they didn’t expect was for him to do just that.

“This place gets weirder by the minute,” Rainbow Dash commented.

“Very true, Rainbow,” Twilight agreed. “But then again, we’ve seen weirder than this. Remember Discord?”

“Oh yeah…”

“What do y’all think Shell City looks like?” Apple Bloom asked curiously.

The boys faced each other, each trying to determine an answer.

“I’m honestly not sure, Apple Bloom,” SpongeBob replied, scratching his chin. “Maybe it’s like a city where shells rule it all! Yeah, like they have these big skyscrapers where they worship a giant clam and…”

“Maybe it’s full of scary monsters that might rip us apart!” Patrick added.

This thought causes every pony to turn toward him with wide eyes toward the remark.

“Uh… yeah, we could see that buddy,” SpongeBob chuckled nervously.

Despite his efforts to laugh it off, they could see the sweat emerge from the Sponge. As much as he didn’t want to admit it to everyone, the possibility of running into monsters made the worried Sponge scared. And if what was rumored about Shell City was true, this is bound to be one wild and scary adventure. Wanting to change the subject, Twilight Sparkle takes out a list from her bag.

“So, have we got everything we need?” Twilight asked. “Fuel for the Patty Wagon?”

SpongeBob checks the fuel gage, tapping the glass just to be sure.

“Check!”

“Equipment?” Twilight read.

Patrick pulled out a large briefcase, opening it up to reveal loads of stuff: A sink, a cricket, a baseball bat, a jellyfish net, a mammoth, some colorful rocks, and one thousand goober dollars. Suffice to say, the others are quite surprised with all the contents inside.

Don’t bother asking how he managed to fit all that stuff…

“Checky-check!” Patrick smiled.

Twilight, slightly bewildered, scratched a checkmark on her list. She goes over the sheet for one final thing they’ll need for the long journey ahead.

“’Food’?” Twilight spoke.

Soon as she said it, SpongeBob’s eyes widened greatly. He hadn’t considered just how long the journey would be or even if they needed food or not. Unsure of what to do, he turned toward Twilight with a sheepish smile.

“Umm…” He spoke nervously. “I haven’t actually thought about that before we left.”

The girls’ eyes widen with disbelief, having not thought of this conundrum till just now.

“I guess we’re in a bit of a pickle now, ain’t we?” Pinkie Pie asked. “A sea pickle to be precise.”

Twilight glared at Pinkie for a moment before Pinkie sheepishly smiled and sank futher into her seat.

“This isn’t the time for jokes Pinkie Pie,” Twilight pointed out. “King Neptune threatened to kill Mr. Krabs, and possibly us, if we don’t get his crown back in six days! We already have enough trouble on our plates.”

“Twilight’s right,” Rarity agreed. “We have to focus on the mission at hoof.”

“What do we do now?” Sweetie Belle asked. “I mean it’s not like we encountered a store on the way.”

However, as soon as she said it, they saw a massive supermarket which grasped their attention. A white building with corals for decorations, a big neon sign which said, ‘Super-Duper Market’ in bright, bold colorful writing. The building also had very large square windows up front. The others looked at it with a surprise look.

“Okay… did not expect that,” Pinkie Pie commented. “Especially for the deleted scenes!”

The others stared at her with a look of confusion, but SpongeBob merely shrugged as he stepped out of the patty wagon.

“Well, can’t complain if there’s food in there,” SpongeBob replied cheerfully.

“SpongeBob’s right,” Twilight agreed. “I say we split into groups, me with the girls and Spike with group one.”

“And me, SpongeBob, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders will be group number three!!!” Patrick cheered with delight.

“Patrick… we’re group number two,” SpongeBob corrected, holding two fingers.

“Oh…” Patrick nodded. “Well anyways, we better—”

“Actually guys…”

They were just about to walk toward the supermarket until they froze. Turning around, they saw Applejack raising her hoof to get their attention.

“What is it Applejack?” Patrick asked.

“Is it alright if we watch the little ones?” She asked. “Just cuz we don’t want ‘em to get hurt or anythin’. Besides, we’ll need their help if we wanna find food.”

What the two don’t realize is that Applejack was not entirely honest. As much as it hurts, she knew the real reason stems from the last time the fillies were left with the two back at Goofy Goober’s Ice Cream Party Boat. After getting themselves carried away, she can’t really trust the fillies to be alone with SpongeBob and Patrick. The pair in general think for about…

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Uh… what he said.

Anyway, the two thought until smiles formed on their goofy faces.

“No problem Applejack,” SpongeBob said. “That’s a great idea! Now let’s get inside and grab us some chow!”

The group pushed their way through the doors and once inside, they couldn’t believe their eyes. True to its word, this supermarket has everything: Bicycles, toys, tools, comfy chairs, and of course, food. Food everywhere, illuminated by bright lights shining across one aisle and the neck. They all looked on with great awe, as Twilight unveiled her list.

“Okay every pony, let’s meet back here in ten minutes,” Twilight instructed.

The others nodded in response and soon split off into two groups. The girls and Spike went to one section, beginning their search for supplies. Their trip takes them to the vegetable section, where all kinds were on display: Tomatoes, potatoes, lettuce, onions, and so on and so forth. Pinkie Pie pressed her face against the glass door, staring at all the food.

“Wow… they look so beautiful and yummy!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“They certainly look appetizing,” Rainbow Dash added.

“Yes, they do have a certain charm to them,” Rarity replied.

Meanwhile, Twilight took Applejack to a corner away from prying ears.

Yarr… this should be interestin’.

Indeed it should, monsieur.

“Applejack, was that lie really necessary?” Twilight asked seriously.

Applejack tried to turn her gaze from her friend’s eyes, but it was no use. Applejack hung her head in shame as she took off her hat.

“Sorry Twi,” Applejack spoke shamefully. “But I don’t trust those two with the fillies. Remember the ice cream party boat? When they got carried away with all that ice cream?”

“Okay yes, they did get carried away,” Twilight admitted. “But one, SpongeBob wasn’t in a good mood at the time and two, we did leave the girls unsupervised in the first place. We share a bit of the blame here—”

Before Twilight could finish, electricity shot toward the alicorn princess. She screamed in pain before falling unconscious.

“TWILIGHT!!!” Applejack shouted.

Applejack’s shout drew the others to swim toward her.

“Applejack!” Fluttershy gasped. “What happened?”

Soon as she asked, a bolt of electricity struck each of them one by one. They all screamed in pain before falling unconscious. Suddenly, a small robot hovered down from the sky. This robot had a small umbrella on its head, wore glasses, and held a remote control which crackled. Whatever it was, it seemed its mission was complete.

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On the other side of the store, SpongeBob and Patrick were hanging around the ice cream section. Currently, the two were trying to decide which flavored ice cream to choose for their long journey.

“HOW ABOUT DOUBLE CHOCOLATE?!?!?!” Patrick exclaimed excitedly.

“OR MINTED LEAVES?!?!” SpongeBob also exclaimed.

The two laughed, as they gazed toward all the delicious ice cream. The two loved ice cream like it was the best thing in the entire ocean. Then a thought dawned on Patrick.

“Hey SpongeBob?” Patrick asked his spongy friend.

“Yes Patrick?” SpongeBob replied.

“What do you think Ham-flavored ice cream would taste like?”

SpongeBob really thought hard on Patrick’s question.

“Hmm… well aside from the obvious, I dunno old buddy, old pal. Maybe it will be like being hugged over the head with a hammer!”

*WHAM! BAM!*

The two were struck on the head, and instantly fell to the ground out cold. Then two robots emerged from hiding, very skinny robots with hammers which looked like a giant piece of ham.

“Bring them to my lair,” A Mysterious male voice spoke.

The robots, on command, brought the unconscious ponies and the boys to an underground lair. The source of the mysterious voice emerged from the shadows. A creature shaped like a sphere, with yellow eyes, brown-muddy skin, and very sharp teeth. The most horrifying creature in the sea and it resembled a bubble… a dirty bubble.

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By the time SpongeBob SquarePants regained consciousness, the last he remembered was his head striking something he couldn’t fathom. Slowly, he opened his eyes and waited for his vision to readjust. Once it was clear, he gasped at the sight before him: A large dungeon of sorts, very dark and gloomy. Like a damp cave covered in pure evil, hundreds of tiny robots strolled side-to-side stacking boxes all the way to the top. Turning around, he soon spotted all his friends lying on the ground. Quickly, he raced toward them.

“GUYS!!!” SpongeBob gasped, in worry and shock. “WAKE UP! WE’RE IN A CREEPY CAVE!!!”

One by one, the group groaned in pain as they slowly woke up.

“Sweet Celestia!” Rainbow Dash groaned, rubbing her eyes. “What just happened?”

“We got knocked out by lighting darling,” Rarity replied tiredly. “Hope it hasn’t ruined my mane.”

“Oh no, Rarity,” Applejack spoke, sarcastically. “It’s completely ‘fine’.”

“Just add some peanut butter to it,” Patrick added.

The others stared at him, wondering ‘where’ he gets those weird ideas.

“Why would peanut butter be a good choice?” Rainbow asked, bewildered.

“It worked for Squidward,” He replied.

This only made the group even more confused than ever.

“You’re one weird starfish, you know that?” Spike asked.

“Thank you,” The starfish smiled goofily.

“This place is startin’ to get a lil’ creepy now,” Apple Bloom said nervously. “This feels like we’re inna ‘really’ scary camp story right now.”

How ironic since their next adventure was a scary story…

How true…

“I agree,” Fluttershy squeaked fearfully.

While our heroes shivered in the corner of their cold cells, Twilight examined their imprisonment. All the bars appeared to be made out of some very strong metal, presumably Titanium.

“Twilight, can you teleport all of us out of here?” Spike asked.

“I always have a spell for every occasion,” She replied. “Stand back, every ‘sea’ pony.”

The others stepped back an inch, as Twilight tried to conjure just enough magic to teleport the whole team at once. However, as soon as her horn lit up, the magic fizzled away in an instant.

“Huh?”

Twilight tried again, only for the same thing to happen once more. This only made the little alicorn increasingly frustrated.

“Why is my magic not working?” Twilight asked, in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” Spike asked.

“It’s like my magic somehow isn’t working properly,” She explained. “Like it’s blocked or something.”

“That’s not very good to hear,” Fluttershy trembled, fearfully.

Suddenly, they all heard a loud clanking noise that resembled a hammer striking a piece of metal.

“What was that?” Sweetie Belle asked.

But before any pony could answer her question, a bunch of robots marched away for their jobs. Soon as the girls turned to face the robots’ direction, they saw the most unusual sight. It appeared to be a giant machine, with a funnel pumping out robots one-by-one. The machine itself also had letters on it, which read:

“Duplicatotron 3000!!!” SpongeBob gasped, surprised.

“Wait, you know what this machine is?” Spike asked SpongeBob.

“Yeah! This machine creates…”

“EVIL ICE CREAM MONSTERS FROM OUTER SPACE COMING TO EAT US ALL!!!” Patrick screamed, running around in panic.

“No Patrick… it’s the machine that creates robots Plankton used to steal the Krabby Patty formula!” SpongeBob corrected.

“Mind telling us the story little dude?” Rainbow Dash asked.

Yarr! An old sea tale is about to be told…

But aren’t video games a ‘Game Quest’ thing, not ‘Cinematic Adventures’?

Not like we’re doing ‘Battle of Bikini Bottom’, monsieur. More like… giving a tribute.

Ooh… proceed!

“If you don’t mind, of course,” Twilight added.

Every pony sat around, gathering about to hear the tale. SpongeBob sighed, as he and Patrick also took a seat.

“Well, if you all insist,” He spoke. “It was about a year ago, Plankton had another plan to steal the Krabby Patty formula. However, it didn’t really go as planned…”

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One cold night, inside the Chum Bucket, Plankton had a very wicked grin on his very small face. He looked toward a red curtain covering something of great importance. He had a new, evil genius plan to steal the ‘Krabby Patty’ formula, Mr. Krabs’ most precious thing in the world. This time, he shall not fail… much to the chagrin of his computer wife, Karen.

“Today’s the big day!” Plankton chuckled. “I, Sheldon J. Plankton, have devised an ingenious plan to ‘finally’ steal the Krabby Patty Formula! Of course Bikini Bottom will be demolished in the process… oh well! They’ll all come swimming to me!”

“And ‘how’ you going to do this exactly?” Karen asked, with a bored tone.

“Quite simple, my computer wife!”

Plankton pulled the curtain away to reveal his latest invention.

“With my brand new Duplicatotron 3000, I shall clone an army of robots that will reek mayhem and destruction at my command!”

He jumped onto the lever, which had the words off along the top and instead on the bottom.

“Have you actually ‘thought’ this plan through?” Karen asked.

“Not to worry Karen, I’ve thought this through from top to bottom,” Plankton reassured. “Anyways, one last review of the check list. Let’s see… item number one: Is Plankton a genius?”

“That’s debatable…”

Plankton gave his wife a blank stare not knowing how to respond.

“Answer… ‘yes’,” Planton continued. “Okay! Check list complete. Now… throw the switch!”

Plankton used his body to switch on the machine. Within seconds, the Duplicatotron 3000 produced small robots as they all fell out of the tunnel and landed on the ground.

“Welcome my perfectly obedient robot army! Hang on, I want to get a photo for my scrapbook…”

Plankton soon noticed that the robots had him trapped in a circle.

“Hey! Hello?”

Plankton suddenly grew nervous as the robots were closing in on him.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

You see dear readers, Plankton forgot ‘one’ important thing in his plan: He forgot to switch the machine to ‘obey’.

What an idiot! I thought Patrick was the dumb one!

Tell me about it…

The robots picked Plankton up and proceeded to carry him away.

“Oh, no. No, no, wait! Wait! I’m your master!” He shouted desperately. “I made you!!! No! No! Oh! My good China!!!”

This was the last Karen heard from her husband, the poor guy screaming in fear while the robots began their invasion of Bikini Bottom.

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Inside a certain pineapple-shaped house, SpongeBob and Patrick were both playing with toy horses and robots. This was one of their many favorite past times.

“Another perfect day playing robots and racehorses!” SpongeBob sighed, with a smile.

“Yeah! Only I keep getting the racehorses and the robots mixed up,” Patrick replied.

He looked toward the toy robots and horses, trying to figure out which one was which.

“Wouldn’t it be great if we had ‘real’ robots to play with Patrick? I’d name mine Robo Jr. Or Zorlon. Or maybe ‘Frankie’.”

“Yeah, these unreal robots are getting boring,” Patrick smiled.

Suddenly, he had an idea in his head. He grabbed a purple seashell straight from his pocket.

“Hey, what if we put the robots in here?”

“Oh, how shellfish of you!” SpongeBob joked, with his signature laugh.

“It’s not just any shell,” Patrick spoke, holding the shell with pride. “It’s my magic wishing shell!”

“Wow!” SpongeBob gasped in amazement. “That’s great Patrick!”

“So, we put the toy robots in here,” Patrick explained.

He proceeded to put the toy Robot in the shell. SpongeBob watched with great excitement as a smile spread across his face.

“Okay…”

“Then we say the magic wishing words and shake the magic wishing shell!”

Patrick then gave the shell a mighty good shake.

“Okay…”

“Then we go to sleep, and in the morning, we’ll have ‘real’ robots to play with,” Patrick concluded proudly.

However, this left the little sea sponge greatly confused.

“But Patrick, aren’t we going to say the magic wishing words?” SpongeBob asked.

“You already did!” Patrick answered.

“So… ‘okay’ is the magic wishing word?” SpongeBob asked, more confused.

“It used to be ‘Alakazama-ala-balo-weesnaw-dinky-tana-fooshbarg-griddlebits-von-weiner-schnauzer’… but I kept forgetting the words.”

“Are you sure this’ll work?” SpongeBob asked.

“Sure!” Patrick replied, nodding. “Last week, I only had one big cookie crumb. I was really hungry, so I put my cookie crumb in the magic wishing shell. Then I said the magic wishing word, shook it, and in the morning, I had lots of little cookie crumbs!”

This statement made SpongeBob even more happy given the fact they were going to play with real robots tomorrow. It was exciting enough for the two.

“Patrick, I proclaim that tomorrow is going to be the best day ever!” He proclaimed.

“Good night, SpongeBob!” Patrick said, walking out the door.

“Good night, Patrick!” SpongeBob replied, with a light yawn.

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SpongeBob’s very loud alarm clock set off, indicating it is time to wake up and start a new day. For SpongeBob, he would wake up with a brand-new robot all his own.

“Gonna play with robots, gonna play with robots, gonna play with robots, gonna play with—WHOA!”

However, as SpongeBob went downstairs into the living room, it was a complete mess! The bin was knocked over, the chair tossed aside, and the wallpaper ripped apart. Even parts of the walls had red graffiti on it which read, ‘Your Bikini Bottom stinks!’. SpongeBob stared toward his pet snail Gary.

“Uh Gary, did you do that?” He asked.

To which Gary simply responded with a ‘Meow!’.

“And that’s how that mess started in the first place!” SpongeBob concluded his story.

Frankly, none of the girls nor Spike could believe what they just heard.

“Did ya manage to stop those evil robots?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Sure we did!” Patrick replied. “Though it was a lot of work that day. Let me tell you, I still got arm cramps from fighting those robots.”

“Actually buddy, that was from the Jellyfish catching five days ago,” SpongeBob corrected. “Still, this day can’t get any worse.

“Oh… I beg to differ little sponge…”

A deep menacing voice made SpongeBob and Patrick’s pupils shrink in fear, as they faced the ponies.

“There’s something behind us, is there?” SpongeBob asked fearfully.

“Yeah… there is…” Spike answered nervously.

The boys slowly turned around, only to see a dark dirty sphere floating behind the cage they were trapped in. It was none other than Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy’s greatest enemy… The Dirty Bubble.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The pair screamed, terrified.

They tried to run away, only for them to slam straight into the cell’s metal bars.

“HAHA, HAHA!!! You can never escape my invincible cell!” The Dirty Bubble chuckled.

“We’ll see about that!” Twilight spoke determined.

She tried to fire a magic laser, but like before her magic fizzled out again.

“Sorry little pony, but this cell’s magic proof,” The Dirty Bubble explained. “It will instantly drain your magic every time you use it. And here we are, all of you in my trap. Soon, my plan will succeed once and for all.”

“What plan?” Pinkie Pie asked. “What the hay do you want with us? You don’t even appear in this movie!”

The Dirty Bubble stared at her in confusion, pondering what she’s just saying.

“Does she often say things like that?”

“Yup!” Applejack replied. “Ya get used to it.”

The Dirty Bubble just shrugged it off with a laugh again.

“What do you even want creep?” Rainbow Dash asked, gritting her teeth.

“You better give us a good reason, Mister!” Scootaloo demanded, though slightly scared.

“Oh, but I ‘do’ have a reason!” He answered. “I merely seek your princesses’ magical powers of course!”

“’My’ magic?” Twilight asked, confused. “Why are you so interested in my magic?”

“Quite simple, my dear. You see someone informed me of certain sea ponies with unique gifts they used to save the world. Especially, a certain ‘alicorn’ with the power to defeat the most powerful foes. Hence, it became my quest to retrieve this power for myself.”

“But wait! If you just wanted Twilight’s power, why get a robot-making machine then?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Oh, you mean the Duplicatotron 3000?” The Dirty Bubble smiled wickedly. “I got that from an ‘Evil’ garage sale Plankton ran last week. Boy, he sure was stupid.”

“You don’t say darling?” Rarity replied.

“What are you going to do with us, Mr. Dirty Bubble sir?” Patrick asked, scared.

“Another simple answer for a simple question, my starry friend. Once I’ve obtained the alicorn’s power, I will use its power, along with my robotic army, to make this ocean extremely dirty! And once I’ve done that, I’ll… umm…”

The Dirty Bubble tried to think of something else to say, only he couldn’t think of anything. He then noticed the confused glances from his prisoners’ faces.

“I’ll figure the rest out later,” He spoke awkwardly. “Robots! Bring me the alicorn!”

Suddenly, two teleporting robots appeared behind Twilight Sparkle and encased her inside a purple shield.

“HEY! LET ME GO, YOU DUST BUCKETS!!!” She demanded.

But the robots didn’t listen; instead, they teleported her away toward a strange, swirly metal chair. They forced her then to take a seat upon it, as they clamped her down. The others watched in fear not knowing what to do.

“Hang on, Twilight!” SpongeBob cried, panicking.

“We must help her!” Scootaloo said.

“Yeah! We can’t let that evil bubble take Twilight’s magic!” Apple Bloom added. “Or worse!”

“But how?” Applejack asked. “There’s no way we can get outta this cage in time!”

It was then they noticed SpongeBob standing up from where he sat, and a determined look formed across his face.

“We don’t get out, Applejack… we make it rock!” He declared.

Shortly thereafter, he began to whisper into their ears. In the meantime, Twilight struggled to break free from the metal chair. Only then she noticed ten buzzsaw blades coming down from the ceiling, slowly coming toward her. She looked up fearing the worst, while the Dirty Bubble watched with utter glee.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be a quick but painful death!” He laughed maniacally. “I LOVE BEING A VILLAIN!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!”

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But before he could activate the machine, the two heard a fanfare of trumpets playing a grand tune. So grand in fact, all the robots stopped what they were doing. They turned around toward where the music came from, yet the only thing they saw was smoke filling up the entire room.

“What the seashell is that?!?!” The Dirty Bubble asked, annoyed.

Just then, the Dirty Bubble spotted Pinkie Pie playing the electric piano before the smoke cleared revealing SpongeBob, Patrick, Spike, and the girls standing on stage wearing Red brass band outfits, complete with lengthy hats. SpongeBob picked up his microphone and began to sing.

Just then, a set of fireworks set off behind them! The explosions lit the room with so many wonderful colors, as the CMC took the stage wearing cool shades.

SpongeBob began to rise, like an angel ascending to heaven, as the spotlight shined upon him. Patrick and Spike began to strike the drums, while the ponies played their electric guitars like epic warriors ready for some ‘sweet victory’.

As the ponies performed their electric guitar solo, the robots turned toward the Dirty Bubble. Then they began to gang up on him, as the evil villain looked slightly intimidated.

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Wait up guys!” He shouted, backing into a corner. “You can’t do this to me! I AM YOUR MASTER!!!”

*WHAM!*

Suddenly, the Dirty Bubble was struck against the head by a Hammer robot knocking him out cold. They began to pick up his unconscious body (Somehow) and took him away into the dark. As our band of heroes finished singing their song, they swam towards Twilight Sparkle and freed her from her metal chair.

“Twilight, are you okay?” SpongeBob asked. “Did he hurt you?”

The little sponge showed great concern for his friend’s safety. Yet she didn’t answer immediately. She was too amazed by the song SpongeBob and the others sang, which was truly… amazing!

“SpongeBob… Patrick… that was absolutely incredible!” Twilight cheered. “When did you two learn to sing like that?”

“We were in Squidward’s band, putting on a show for the entire Bikini Bottom,” SpongeBob spoke, sighing. “Good times…”

“Yeah! Rock on!” Patrick shouted.

“We’re just happy that you’re safe Twilight,” Spike said.

“We all are Spike,” Applejack agreed, facing her two sea friends. “SpongeBob… Patrick…”

“Yes Applejack?” The pair spoke in unison.

“I just wanted to say you two were mighty brave today, more than I anticipated… if you don’t mind, would ya watch the youngin’s for us when we look for food for our trip?”

The boys smiled, as if they were true men now… and ‘not’ kids.

“Of course B.F.F.!” SpongeBob smiled warmly. “Now then, let’s grab some chow!”

They all nod as they began the walk back to the shopping mall, as their journey only just begun.

Meanwhile, the robots were on their break. Playing video games, table tennis, and even playing go-fish. Some robots, however, were guarding the Dirty Bubble, who was currently locked in a cage much to his chagrin.

“I hate my life sometimes,” He grumbled.

Just then, he noticed something that made his bubble body run cold as ice. A pair of demonic eyes stared at him, by the look of them… they didn’t look happy.

“Dirty Bubble,” It spoke, with a demonic voice. “We need to talk…”

“And that’s how it happened,” The Cutie Mark Crusaders concluded.

To say the Queen of Seaquestria was much happier after hearing such a wonderful story was a mighty understatement.

“That was the most wonderful story I’ve ever heard in my life,” Queen Nova declared.

This alone was quite rare to hear since Nova was mostly a very ‘serious’ Sea-pony.

“All in a Cutie Mark Crusaders’ work, your Majesty,” Sweetie Belle replied.

The girls smiled seeing these little fillies growing up so fast. Their hearts melted like ice cream in an oven.

“They sure grow up fast, sugar-cube,” Applejack told Rainbow Dash. “Hard to believe they were only little ponies.”

“Tell me about it A.J.,” Rainbow sighed happily. “Almost brings me to tears.”

“Oh, I’m already in tears darling!” Rarity sobbed.

She blew her nose into a handkerchief, while the Cutie Mark Crusaders swam towards Twilight.

“Hey Twilight, we’ve got an idea for the story’s title,” Scootaloo said excitedly.

“You do?” Twilight asked.

“YOU DO?!?!?!” Princess Skystar asked. “Ooh, tell me, tell me, tell, me! What is it called?!?!?!”

The Cutie Mark Crusaders turned toward the sea-pony princess with a smile.

“Quite simple your majesty,” Apple Bloom said happily. “We call it…”

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In Memory of Stephen Hillenburg

1961-2016

Thank you for giving us memories we will always remember you

The Nightmare of Sunset Shimmer (The Conjuring)

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Greetings ghouls and corpses… welcome to ‘The Deleted Scenes Tales of Terror’, where some nights I tell stories that never make you want to go back to bed ever again. Halloween, the time of terror and frights, tricks and treats, a day where you can scare pretty much everyone you ever knew. Some people face their demons every day of their lives. One girl in particular, Sunset Shimmer, had to face them every day, quite ‘literally’ in some cases.

So sit back and prepare to be scared, as I tell you all the tale of…

The Nightmare of Sunset Shimmer

Set Between The Conjuring and Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
It was a rainy night; Sunset Shimmer was in the midst of said rainstorm. Suffice to say, she wasn’t really enjoying it. She had just gone to one of Pinkie Pie’s Halloween parties and it gave her a splitting headache, her head feeling as cracked as an egg.

“Ooh… my head!” Sunset groaned, massaging her head. “Note to self: Never eat Pinkie’s Super Sugar Pumpkin Cupcakes.”

The rain poured heavily by the minute, and Sunset was not even close to her home. Usually, it took an hour just to walk to her place. But due to the heavy rainfall, it made the walk feel like centuries to her. To which it just made her even more flustered.

“Why didn’t I bring an umbrella?” She asked herself, annoyed. “I mean what kind of genius does it take to see you need an umbrella on a rainy… night?”

Sunset stopped walking for a moment when she saw a house she and her friends went to once. Frankly one she hoped never to visit again. The house to which belonged to the Perron family. One month ago, Sunset and her friends, along with the Warrens, helped the family rid an evil demon called Bathsheba Sherman, who haunted the house for years. Understandably, Sunset was very shocked.

“No… No!” She gasped, in disbelief. “That’s impossible! How in Equestria is it even here?!?!”

Her mind filled with many questions; Sunset Shimmer was about to step forward to the house… when she stopped.

“No… Sunset, you idiot! Remember the last time you went into a haunted house? You merely got yourself killed!!! I should just turn around… walk away…”

Sunset about to turn and walk off when her mind started having second thoughts.

“Come on, Sunset! What if someone is in danger? You can’t just leave them.”

She turned back toward the house, pondering whether to go in there or not. But if someone in there was in any danger, could she really just leave them? Drawing a deep breath, she began to think.

“Okay… just go in for a quick check,” She instructed herself. “If no one’s in there, just get out as fast as you can! Yeah… sounds easy enough.”

She began to walk toward the doorway to the house. She reached for the handle with her right hand, slowly turning it around. Sunset opened the door ever so slightly, just to be on the safe side, making certain no demons will jump at her face.

“Hello?” She called out quietly. “Anyone in here?”

However, no reply had come. The only sound was the wood creaking with each step inside. Frankly, if Sunset had to be honest with herself, she was quite scared thinking she was going to die.

“Well, this just got creepy,” Sunset admitted to herself.

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Suddenly, she heard music… which unfortunately she was all too familiar with. Which sounded just like the music box Pinkie Pie found while staying at the Perron’s house only a month ago. Gathering up what little courage she still had, she slowly climbed upstairs toward where the music was coming from. The stairs creaked beneath her as she ventured her, the ascent making her feel a slight nervous.

“Please don’t let me die…” Sunset repeated, sweating. “Please don’t let me die… please don’t let me die…”

Soon as Sunset reached the top, she noticed that one of the doors was slightly open.

“Must be coming from over there,” Sunset observed.

She walked into the room where inside she noticed a tiny table with two little chairs beside it. Sunset also noticed two dolls sitting on each chair. One was a porcelain doll with blond hair and braids with a white dress. The other was a stitched-up doll with red hair, black eyes, wearing a white dress, red-and-white socks, and black shoes.

Frankly Sunset was a slight creeped out, seeing the two dolls giving her a creepy smile.

“I know it’s Halloween,” Sunset uttered. “But I didn’t want it to be ‘this’ creepy…”

“Are you the girl?”

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Sunset spotted a woman on a wheelchair. The woman had long, black hair. Her eyes bulged out slightly, like she never blinked for the longest time. Contrarywise, Sunset had no earthly idea what’s going on.

“Uh… what are you talking about?” Sunset asked, confused.

“The boy with the blue eyes,” The woman replied. “He told me a girl wanted to come play with me. Are you that girl?”

Sunset, not knowing any other choice, sat down on the floor. The room was very quiet… too quiet. Almost like someone made her deaf. The light flickered as the woman and Sunset just looked at each other.

“So… this is nice,” Sunset lied awkwardly. “I mean… who wouldn’t like a good old-fashioned tea party? And with two ‘very’ nice dolls.”

“Yes… it is very nice,” The woman agreed. “When I see these wonderful dolls, they feel like sisters to me.”

“Sisters? Huh… I may not have many siblings myself, but I can certainly relate to those situations. So… you have sisters?”

Sunset looked toward the woman, who seemed to be smiling.

“I used to…” The woman replied. “I had a few sisters back then: Carol… Nancy… Kate… Linda… just a shame I didn’t get a chance to… kill them.”

When Sunset heard what the woman just said, she instantly leapt back into an ‘I’m really scared’ now mode. She quickly picked herself up and approached the door, intending to inform the police of this woman.

“Listen, it’s been nice and all,” Sunset began. “But I really should get going—”

But before she could finish, the bedroom door slammed shut behind her startling Sunset into fear. She plopped toward the ground and suddenly the lights began to flicker on and off. When Sunset took a moment to look around, the girl was gone.

“Hello?!?!” Sunset yelled, frightened.

She picked herself up and tried for the door again. However, it wouldn’t budge even an inch.

“Okay… what do I even…”

*BANG!!!*

Suddenly, the lights went out leaving Sunset completely in the dark. And the girl just stood there, slowly breathing quietly not knowing what more to do.

“Somebody… please… help me…” She squeaked quietly.

Then all at once, Sunset felt someone was caressing both her shoulders. Slowly, she turned her head only to be face-to-face with the most horrifying sight… or ‘sights’ in this case.

Two humanoid-looking creatures, with black skin, goat-like horns on their foreheads, yellow sharp claws on their hands and feet, razor-sharp teeth, and a black goatee on their chins.

“Who are you?” Sunset asked, scared out of her wits. “What do you want?”

“YOUR SOUL!!!!!” They both shouted, demonically.

Sunset screamed in terror, as she raced back toward the door. Once more, she tried to pry it open but still it wouldn’t budge. The two demons grabbed her and brought her closer to them. One of the demons brushed a finger along her cheeks, as they began to smile.

“Do not worry…” They said in unison. ‘This won’t hurt one… little… bit!”

They raised their hands and slashed her face, giving her a cut along each cheek. She managed to kick the two away, as she rammed at the door breaking it. Sunset raced for her life, while the two demons were in hot pursuit. She ran through the corridors of the house, the path twisting and turning in the most unusual way.

“I need to get out of here!” Sunset panicked.

She ran from the demons; however, they were getting closer and closer. Both of which were eager to possess her body. Sunset soon spotted a single door at the end of the corridor and with little speed she had left she managed tor each for it, open it, and got in. She locked the door behind her, making sure the demons couldn’t get in. She found herself out of breath from all that running.

“That was too close…” She sighed.

“A thrilling chase for sure…”

Sunset was startled the moment she heard the demonic voice. Turning around, she saw a teenage boy wearing black pants, gray shoes, and a blue waterproof coat. The teenager had a white mask covering his face. The only thing she could see was his blue glowing eyes piercing through the eye holds of the mask. Sunset nervously stepped back ever so slowly.

“Who… who are you?” Sunset asked. “Are you the boy with the blue eyes?”

“I am…” The teenager answered back. “We all ask that question ourselves, but never get a definitive answer. It’s always changing… one minute we’re one thing and the next we’re something different. That’s something you certainly know from experience… Sunset Shimmer…”

Sunset was shocked by the fact the teenager spoke her name. He knew her somehow, yet she didn’t know him. It was almost like he was reading her mind.

“How do you know my name?”

“Let’s just say I’m a researcher of sorts… I’ve been exploring the multiverse of many worlds you cannot possibly imagine in your wildest dreams. I have met two Annabelles in two different universes…”

The teenager made the two appear out of thin air, levitating them before putting them on the ground. He chuckled ever so subtly.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” He asked. “Two different dolls, both containing the same demon, both caught by Mr. and Mrs. Warren…”

“Wait!” Sunset interrupted. “You’ve met Ed and Lorraine?”

“Not in person… but I’ve been watching from afar, seeing how they live their lives. But that’s not important now… I’ve a message for your friend… Twilight Sparkle.”

The teenager went closer to Sunset, his eyes glowing brighter than ever before.

“What’s the message?” She asked.

She held her breath then, not knowing what else to do. A dark aura circled around the boy, almost like he had an army of shadows by his side. He removed his mask and gave her a menacing smile.

“Tell her… I’M COMING!!!!!”

The teenager screamed, drawing a knife from his pocket, and stabbed Sunset through her hear. She screamed in pain as her vision went black.

Sunset’s eyes opened as she woke up screaming, breathing heavily. She was still frightened over what just happened. When Sunset turned her head, she realized she was in her bedroom, lying on her bed. When she turned toward her alarm clock, it said ’11:00’ pm on it. It was still nighttime as she looked out the window, toward the still pouring rain.

*RING! RING!*

Sunset suddenly heard her phone ringing on the counter next to her bed. She picked it up, seeing Sci-Twi’s name on it, indicating she was calling her.

“Hello?” Sunset answered the phone.

“Hi Sunset!” Sci-Twi called. “Am I disturbing you?”

“No-no-no… not at all…” Sunset jumped out, walking to the bathroom. “I just woke from a nightmare that’s all.”

“A nightmare?” Sci-Twi asked. “What kind of nightmare are we talking about?”

“You know… haunted houses… serial killers… creepy noises… the usual Halloween stuff you see?” Sunset replied.

She turned on the cold tap on her sink to wash her face.

“Any problem on your side?”

“Pinkie’s got a splitting headache after eating one of her own Pumpkin Cupcakes,” Sci-Twi replied.

“Ugh…” Sunset groaned. “I kept telling her not to add too much sugar and now look what’s happened!”

Sunset gently rubbed her eyes due to her still being tired.

“Listen… I’ll check on her in the morning. In the meantime, tell her to take some pain killers and not do anything crazy, okay?”

“Of course! I’ll tell her right away,” Sci-Twi said. “See you in the morning.”

“See ya!” Sunset finished.

She hung up and placed her phone next to the sink. Reaching toward the cold tap, she began splashing her face in cold water trying to forget the recent nightmare. When she looked into the mirror, she noticed a small cut upon her cheek, which was slightly bleeding as she got a towel and cleaned her face. Understandably, she was confused by the whole situation.

“How did I get that cut?” She asked herself. “I mean that was just a nightmare… was it?”

She dried her face off and returned to bed. She had enough scary things for one night, as her mind was still thinking of her nightmare. She wondered if any of it was real or not. It felt real, but she couldn’t put her finger on why it was. Sunset just hoped she wouldn’t experience anything similar as the day she faced the demon Bathsheba Sherman, the day of…

The Hearts of Romance (The Phantom of the Opera)

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Set Between The Conjuring and Harry Potter and The Sorcerer Stone

Erik just poured himself a cup of tea for his beloved wife Rarity that day. He retrieved the teapot with his newfound magical ability, pouring the tea carefully into two separate teacups (Something for Rarity, and the rest for Erik himself). He worried for his wife Rarity, having gone through yet another adventure with her friends and nearly dying due to an evil demon. She’d been up all night the past few weeks, and he couldn’t figure out why.

“Please be alright my generous beloved,” He pleaded to himself.

Retrieving the tray, Erik proceeded to take the tear to his wife. Just as he was about to climb the stairs, his sisterly figure, little Sweetie Belle, and his servants stood upon the living room.

“Will Rarity be okay, Erik?” She asked, concerned.

Erik sighed as he gazed upon his little sister. He tried to give her and his servants a reassuring smile, but the concern within his eyes was as plain as the nose upon his face.

“I hope so,” Erik answered. “Your sister has been up every night. I fear she may not have gotten enough sleep.”

“Not to fear sir,” Ms. Fleck reassured. “If there’s one thing I know about your wife, she never goes down without a fight.”

“Indeed sir,” Dr. Gangle nodded. “I believe she can overcome any obstacle standing in her way.”

Erik gave them all a smile in response. It was rather good his new family had so much faith in Rarity. He was still getting rather used to this new pony life, but if he could be honest it was much better than the old one back in his own timeline. To reside in a place where he needn’t have to hide his face anymore, and the magic within this world was able to mend it slightly so he’d at least be ‘somewhat’ presentable.

Secondly, Erik had finally found true love with Rarity and in addition a place among his new family. With the tea set still in his grasp, he continued his ascent up the stairs.

“I’ll just take this tea to Rarity,” Erik spoke. “Why don’t you all do something in the meantime?”

No response came from the others, so Erik proceeded from there. Eventually, he reached the very top floor of the house, approached the door to his right, and opened it. Inside, his eyes caught sight of Rarity writing on a piece of parchment with a quill and some ink in a bottle. She seemed very happy despite what happened during her previous adventure with her friends. He soon placed the tray upon the bedside table, drawing her attention.

“My darling,” Erik smiled. “I brought you some tea.”

“Thank you my beloved,” Rarity thanked. “I’ve been writing our love story for the last month now. Actually, I was hoping you can help me.”

“But of course Rarity,” Erik replied, sitting beside her. “You feeling okay?”

“Of course! Wounds are still healing thought, but other than that I’ve never felt better.”

“That’s very good to hear,” Erik smiled.

As he poured another cup of tea, just to be safe, he looked toward the window. The stars were shining brightly in the dark night sky. The very sight of which gave him a warm feeling inside, almost comforting from all the pain he’d been through.

“It’s almost hard to believe we got married only months ago,” Erik said.

“I can hardly believe it either, darling,” Rarity agreed. “I know it’s only been months, but I feel our honeymoon lasted years!”

I know that feeling, like that one specific night we both can remember.”

The two looked upon each other, as they both shared smiles.

“I know a tale we both will enjoy together,” Rarity said, kissing her husband’s cheek. “A tale of romance and comfort, a story that shows love can get us through the most difficult times in our lives. A tale I call…”

The Hearts of Romance

Manehattan…

In this busy city, many pones were going through their daily lives. Some were on a shopping spree, others doing important work. But there are two ponies, both very important to this story. And those ponies… are Erik and Rarity.

The two had just recently married, and now spent their honeymoon together in the big city. The streetlights shined brightly as the moon, all while the two ponies enjoyed their walk across the streets.

“I can’t believe how big this city really is,” Erik spoke, in awe.

Rarity giggled as she looked upon her husband.

“Indeed darling,” Rarity agreed. “You’ll love it here. Why there’s a great many wonderful places to visit in Manehattan. The stores, the park, why I heard they’re opening an opera house soon. Exciting isn’t it… Erik?”

Erik, however, didn’t reply. Instead, he stood still as he found himself back in the old opera house. The same one where he committed his most terrible sins. The opera house itself was enflamed, almost like the pits of hell just erupted. The chandelier atop it all was covered in blood, making Erik rather sick. He then spotted a teenage boy with a white mask covering his entire face.

“I’ve seen your sins…” The teenager spoke. “You’re covered with the blood of your victims; how do you live with yourself?”

Erik felt slightly scared, this boy seemed to know all the terrible things he’d done. And yet… how long had he been watching him?

“Tell me Erik… how do you plead?”

“Erik!”

All of a sudden, Erik found himself back in Manehattan where his wife looked upon him with great concern on her face. He instantly turned his head to face her.

“Are you okay darling?” Rarity asked softly. “You zoned out for a moment.”

Erik shook his head for a moment before giving his beloved wife a smile.

“I’m fine Rarity,” Erik reassured. “I was just… thinking.”

“And what may I ask were you thinking of exactly?”

“Nothing much dear.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow toward her husband, particularly toward his rather suspicious behavior. As if he didn’t realize she could be aware of his tendencies. She kept quiet nonetheless, so as not to upset him further and instead aimed to enjoy their walk together.

Eventually, they stumbled upon a very large mall in the city. The building itself was shaped like a large rectangle covered in gold paint, appearing to made out of some hard concrete with glass windows. On display the dummies stood by the large windows, decked in the loveliest (And shiny dresses) ever assembled. Rarity’s eyes beamed with excitement as she gazed upon the window.

“Oh my! They’re putting all my designs on display Erik!” She squealed. “Aren’t they the most fabulous dresses? I mean just look at the fabric, so soft and cozy. Oh, I must simply have a closer look at them, if you don’t mind Erik.”

“Of course not, my love,” Erik replied, smiling. “Take your time.”

Rarity gave him a kiss upon the cheek before entering the mall. Erik began to feel the wind picking up speed, brushing against his face and the cold feeling like ice. As if winter had come early this year. Not that he mind the wind or the cold, he was used to it by now. The fact he’d lived under an opera house may have had something to do with it, but still it felt welcoming to him.

Erik gazed upon the glass window and his eyes spotted a unicorn putting on a shiny pearl necklace around the neck of the window shop mannequin. Erik had to admit to himself the necklace itself matched that gorgeous dress swimmingly.

“I can see why Rarity’s into fashion,” He thought, smiling.

All of a sudden, Erik noticed the whole city around him felt darker, as if nighttime had ascended over the city. When he turned around, all the other ponies were gone which understandably made him nervous.

“What’s going on?!?” Erik panicked.

He turned rapidly until he faced where the window shop mannequin stood. To his horror, he found a boy with a sack over his head choking the life out of the circus master. A memory Erik was unfortunately all too familiar with.

“No… no please!” Erik spoke, utterly terrified. “Don’t make me remember that day!”

Suddenly, a hand emerged from the ground and grabbed his right hoof. He tried to shake it off, but another hand came out and grabbed the other hoof. Erik struggled to pry himself free, but it was seemingly no use.

“Why do you always hide behind a mask, Phantom?” A voice spoke, creepily. “How does it feel to be a monster? I mean you committed the most terrible acts even as a little boy. You were born to be a murderer!”

“NO!” Erik shouted, in denial. “I’ve changed! I’m a better pony!”

Suddenly, the hands released Erik and dug through the ground. Soon enough, the hands pried something large, something that resembled a human… someone Erik had killed.

“Buquet?”

Before he could say more, Buquet grabbed Erik by the head and slammed so hard upon the ground he nearly broke his back. Erik groaned in pain, as he looked upon the face of a former victim.

“I’VE FINALLY GOT YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” Buquet shouted angrily. “MURDERER!!! MURDDDEEERRRR!!!”

Before Erik could react, everything around him… vanished. Erik looked around, finding himself in what appeared to be some kind of church. But judging from the architecture, it was rather old. There were broken chairs, the stained-glass windows were dusty, and the wooden beams appeared to be rotten and damp due to being exposed to water for so long. This made the stallion even more confused.

“What am I doing here?”

“ERIK!!!”

Once more, Erik’s thoughts were interrupted when he saw his wife Rarity burst through the doors. She instantly hugged him; a worried look spread across her face.

“Rarity, what just happened?” Erik asked in confusion.

“I was just looking at the dresses when I heard some people gasping in shock!” Rarity explained. “When I came out, they told me you were seeing things. They said you ran into the abandoned church.”

She lifted her husband’s chin slightly, making sure they were both able to see each other in the eyes.

“Darling, what’s wrong?”

But Erik didn’t know what to say. He didn’t wish to upset his wife, but at the same he couldn’t carry the pain any longer. The memories ran back into his mind, so painful… so horrible… too much to bare anymore. Erik fell into tears, as he hugged Rarity tightly.

“I’m sorry Rarity, but I can’t do this anymore!” Erik wept. “I’ve done so many terrible things in my life; I feel like I don’t deserve forgiveness or kindness… when the others were watching the television that day, seeing what I’ve done, they probably thought I was a monster! I mean… I wouldn’t blame them after seeing a man… ‘killing’ someone…”

Rarity stroked her husband’s mane, trying to comfort him. She knew Erik had been through a rough life for his entire childhood, she felt sympathy for him. If one were to have a horrid life growing up, anyone else would feel utterly the same? Rarity kissed her husband along the cheek, continuing to stroke his mane.

“Darling, you don’t have to face your demons alone,” She spoke softly. “We’ve all faced things we can’t escape from. You’re not alone in this world; you’ve got so many friends now who want to help you. The memories won’t go away in an instance, but trust me when I say that I’ll always be there for you… I love you Erik.”

Erik smiled slightly, feeling better thanks to this pep talk with Rarity. He must admit he’d done many bad things in the past, but today he knew he had many ponies who cared for him. And now he didn’t have to face his burdens alone anymore, not so long as he had his love beside him.

“Thank you… Rarity,” He spoke softly, hugging her tightly.

“You’re welcome darling,” Rarity smiled. “You’re welcome…”

“And that’s how the story went,” Rarity finished.

She took a sip of her tea, noticing Erik staring toward the ceiling as if he was daydreaming.

“Thinking about something?” She asked.

“Just one thing my wife,” Erik spoke. “I’ve been wondering… if we have kids, what should we name them?”

To which Rarity made no reply, but instead gave him a warm hug which caught him by surprise. But soon he returned a hug toward his wife.

“I’m not sure yet Erik. But I do know one thing: If we do have kids, I want you to always be there for me… no matter what happens.”

Rarity and Erik both gave each other warm smiles, and they gave each other a passionate kiss to each other. Erik felt like he truly found a place he could call home, a place where he could have a family, and for the first time he truly felt he was no longer…

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Deep inside a creepy dungeon, the boy in the white mask walked across the lengthy corridor. The corridor itself was wet and damp, as droplets of water splashed across the cold brick path. The boy continued walking until he came upon a pair of large metal doors. Pushing them open, it revealed a huge lab full of science equipment. Glass containers filled with many chemicals, an assortment of needles, and metal tools aplenty.

“Let’s see if my dimensional energy has done its job,” The boy spoke, coldly.

He walked toward a large silver control terminal with a large monitor placed in the center of the room. He pressed a blue button which turned on the machine and the monitor began to calculate an assortment of numbers.

“This should be good…” The boy spoke, with a chuckle.

Soon, the calculations were done as it displayed the results before his eyes.

“Dimensional energy… 0% have been gathered,” The automatic voice repeated.

However, this was not what the boy wanted to hear. He kicked the terminal out of frustration.

“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL?!?!?!” The boy shouted angrily. “I make a machine to steal Dimensional energy, and it can’t even do that right!”

The boy sat down upon a chair, sighing with frustration. It was clear today wasn’t going well for him. Like he tried to move an immovable wall with no success.

“What am I supposed to do now? What kind of plan can I make that won’t end in failure? First that business with that filthy bubble, then the plan with that Erik pony… CAN I THINK OF ANYTHING THAT DOESN’T FAIL?!?!?!”

The boy threw his arms backwards, accidentally knocking down a few items. Realizing this, he picked himself off his seat and picked them up. When he looked at them, he saw they were old cases. One was a DVD, and the other was a video game.

“What has the other me been doing?” The boy asked, in confusion. “Doesn’t he have anything better to do than playing games and watching movies? Like he’s trying to combine two pointless things in one?”

The boy stopped himself for a moment, even though one could hardly tell he was forming a small smile, creeping up beneath his mask.

“Combining… now there’s a concept!” He spoke wickedly.

He proceeded to sit back down the terminal, pressing buttons as he began to enact his new wicked plan. Soon two images of Earth appeared on the screen, both remotely similar. But the boy knew they were completely different from head-to-toe.

“Let’s see how Twilight Sparkle will deal with this, how do I put it… God’s Wrath!” The boy smiled evilly.

“Merging universes in three… two… one!”

He proceeded to push the blue button again. All of a sudden, the whole room shook as white light shined around the room. The room, and everything around it, looked as if they were glitching like a bug in the computer’s code. The boy in the white mask bellowed out a mighty, evil laugh. He knew for sure that this time… Twilight and her friends will surely fail.

The Janitor of Hogwarts (Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone)

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…

When you hear that name, naturally you think, ‘Oh boy, what kind of idiot thought of that name?’. But oh dear readers, trust me. This place truly exists, the most magical place you’ll ever see in your entire life.

In this very school stood six magical creatures, all from another universe. There was Sandbar, Smolder, Gallus, Yona, Ocellus, and Silverstream. All different in species, yet they came together to attend Hogwarts upon feeling they weren’t learning anything new back home. That fateful day, Dumbledore offered them to join Hogwarts, an offer of which they immediately accepted. Upon arriving at this school, they met a young boy named Harry Potter a.k.a. ‘The Boy Who Lived’… but that’s a tale for another day.

Instead, I’m here to tell you a tall of another boy, who let’s just say… has a unique job. And how do I know of this boy you ask? Let’s just say that would be telling. But for now… I am here to tell you the story of…

The Janitor of Hogwarts

Set during Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

In the corridors of Hogwarts itself, music could be heard from a pair of headphones attached to a small cassette player. Now you’re probably wondering just who it belongs to. Well, since you asked, the player in question happens to belong to the janitor of Hogwarts himself, the guy who takes care of all the messes that occur around the school…

Doesn’t sound all that important, to be honest.

Yes, I know it doesn’t sound cool. But just hear me out…

*Clears throat* The Janitor himself was a male teenager around sixteen years old. He had short black hair, crimson eyes, a scar along his left cheek, and wore a white Janitor’s outfit complete with a mop and bucket set. Finally, he had a small tag on the right side of his chest which read ‘Leaper’ on it.

Pay close attention, I’m going to test you later…

The boy dipped the mop into the bucket and began to clean the girl’s toilets, which was recently destroyed by a troll.

“What kind of idiot puts a massive troll inside the girls’ bathroom?” He asked himself. “I mean if I got discovered pulling a stunt like that I’d get the sack before you can say ‘Yellow Submarine’.”

Suddenly, the lights began to flicker on-and-off which really took his attention.

“Guess Hogwarts needs to fix its electricity, otherwise the place will—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Leaper felt pain in his head. So bad he dropped his mop and clutched his head in utter agony. And all at once, he began to see the whole room glitching as objects around him began to shift in strange ways as if he was part of an unfinished video game with multiple glitches. He soon began to hear voices in his head.

“I am the Pretty Guardian who fights for love and for justice! I am Sailor Moon! And now, in the name of the moon, I’ll punish you!”

“Autobots, transform and roll out!”

“This is Sparta!”

“Kill her, Mommy! Kill her!”

“The fear of death is far greater than death itself. But the fear of the unknown is the greatest fear of all!”

“JUST STOP!!!!”

Shouting in pain, Leaper looked around only to find the whole room appeared normal again… as if nothing happened. This made Leaper even more confused.

“What was that?” Leaper asked himself.

Just then, he began to hear the voices of children walking along the corridors and when he took a look he saw 3 human children, two boys and a girl, along with seven creatures. The creatures consisted of a dragon, a yak, a griffon, a Changeling, a hippogriff, and two ponies, one green Earth pony and a purple alicorn. The alicorn in question was searching through one of her books for answers.

“Who let a troll inside a school of all places?” Ron asked bewildered. “I mean if this is someone’s idea of a joke I don’t see the funny part.”

“Neither do I,” Ocellus agreed.

“Maybe it’s like a surprise joke where you don’t expect it,” Smolder suggested.

“Oh yeah, that makes so much sense,” Gallus said sarcastically.

“Something strange is certainly going on here,” Harry said. “Somehow had to let that troll in.

“I know Harry, but trust me,” Twilight reassured. “Me and the other teachers are looking into this right now. We’ll find out who did this.”

It was then Hermione noticed Leaper near the entrance of the girls’ bathroom.

“Excuse me sir, but boys are not allowed in the girls’ bathroom!” She spoke in annoyance.

Leaper apologetically stepped away from the room with an embarrassed grin on his face.

“Sorry about that miss,” He apologized. “But I did have permission from Dumbledore to clean this bathroom after the troll incident. I mean who let’s a troll in a school? Let alone the girls’ bathroom, you know?”

“Wait a second… you the cleaner?” Yona asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep,” Leaper replied. “Why? Something wrong with that?”

“No, no, no, not at all! Just thought cleaning equipment would be alive and clean the mess itself.”

The remark of which makes Leaper release a light chuckle. He proceeds to put the mop into his bucket and once wet enough he proceeds to mop the floor while talking.

“Someone’s got to clean up the messes,” Leaper spoke. “After all, even magic has its limits. Name’s Leaper by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Leaper,” Twilight greeted politely. “I’m Twilight Sparkle and this is Gallus, Smolder, Yona, Ocellus, Sandbar, Silverstream, Ron, Hermione, and Harry.”

“Wait a minute!” Leaper interrupted, surprised. “Harry? As in Harry Potter? The Boy Who Lived? The Lightning bolt kid?”

To say Harry was embarrassed over the remark was an understatement. He won’t admit it to everyone, but he found it weird of people referring to him as the ‘Lightning Bolt Kid’ or ‘The Boy Who Lived’. It felt as though the people were worshipping him as some kind of king, when truth be told… he’d be content with just being a regular kid.

“Umm yeah… I’m the Lightning bolt kid,” Harry confirmed.

To further the introduction, he presented the Lightning bolt shaped scar along his forehead. Suffice to say, Leaper was very surprised.

“Well, blow me down,” Leaper gaped. “It’s not every day I get to meet someone famous… except John Cena maybe, but still—”

“What did you say?” Twilight asked.

“Nothing!” Leaper replied awkwardly.

All the others raised their eyebrows over his awkward nature but chose instead not to pursue it any further.

“So… you’re the janitor of Hogwarts?” Sandbar asked. “What’s it like?”

“It’s a good paying job,” Leaper answered. “I mean all I got to do is just clean the entire school. So long as there’re no dirt to spot, I get paid.”

“I thought Mr. Filch took care of the cleaning,” Ron pointed out.

“He does, but the school required more cleaners,” Leaper continued. “When I found the ad on morning, I realized it could greatly help my family. So I applied without question.”

As Leaper mopped, he gazed toward the window where the sun was shining so brightly. Twilight soon walked closely towards him while her eyes gazed out toward the window.

“If I may ask Leaper, what is your family like?” She asked.

At first, Leaper didn’t know what how to answer the question or what was there to say. With the exception of Dumbledore, no one in Hogwarts ever asked him about his family. He took careful thought over the question before deciding to speak.

“Well, the best way I can describe my family is… adventurous,” He answered.

“So, your family are travelers?” Hermione inquired.

“Indeed. We go to all sorts of countries and cities around the world. Tokyo, New York, Greece, China, Russia, lots of great places to visit… except Moonscar Island, you never want to go there.”

Before the others could ask ‘Why?’, they heard a voice shouting from the corridors. It was none other than Mr. Filch himself.

“Leaper, you’re needed!” Mr. Filch shouted. “There’s been a spill in Professor Snape’s class.”

“On it sir!” Leaper called out, grabbing his equipment. “I’ll catch you guys up some other time.”

With a quick wave to Twilight and the students, Leaper made his way until he approached a large wooden door. Grabbing the keys from his pocket, he proceeded to unlock the door and open it. Inside, the room was filled with cleaning chemicals. Some were the typical kind, while others were more magical in nature. Leaper approached the large shelf and began searching for something.

“Let’s see… now where’d I put that slug syrup?” Leaper asked himself.

Suddenly, he accidentally knocked something over which caught his attention. Leaper quickly picked it up and in his grasp was a large, white bulky helmet with a black see-through element along its eyes. It looked as if it represented ‘great sadness’ as this helmet proved to be something he wished not to be reminded of long ago.

“Bad memories… miss you Storm Shield,” Leaper sighed.

He put the helmet away and from there he continued his work. As far as he knew, his tale had concluded, and nobody even knew about it. And he also knew this was not the end for either Twilight Sparkle, her friends, or even Harry Potter. Dark secrets will eventually be revealed, shocking surprises will be unveiled. As this was the tale of…

Hogsmeade

In the small village of Hogsmeade, a small group of wizards were walking through the icy snow-covered path. The first was a very good-looking wizard with wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a very dashing golden business suit complete with a matching long cape whom many know as the handsome wizard and best-selling author, Gilderoy Lockhart. The other two were twins, both had beards, short black hair, green eyes, and thick noses. They wore black robes, a pair of gloves, hard-sturdy boots, and held wands both in their left hands. They looked toward Gilderoy Lockhart with a serious look.

“Are you sure we’re going the right direction?” One of the twins asked.

The serious tone in his voice made Gilderoy sweat profusely, due to how big and menacing the pair looked.

“O-O-Of course it is!” He stuttered. “I am one of the most experienced wizards in all of history. I mean why else would anyone ask help from the great Gilderoy Lockhart!”

However, he turned his head to face the twins only to find they were both still unimpressed as their eyebrows lowered even further.

“The more you talk, the more I feel your hiding something,” The other twin spoke.

“Oh come on lads. Can you at least give me a chance to—”

“HELP!”

Before Gilderoy could finish, the trio heard the voice of a fearful woman. When they looked, they saw a woman in rags running away from something. Judging by the look on her face, she was scared out of her wits.

“Please anybody help!” The woman cried in fear. “There’s a metal monster coming this way—”

“EXTERMINATE!!!”

Before she could finish, a blue laser shot out and struck the woman. Her entire body lit up blue, as she screaming in pain until nothing remained of her but a skeleton, which plopped to the ground. The residents screamed in terror, some headed back inside their homes while the rest hid for any cover they could find. And soon, the killer revealed itself… moving forward… slowly.

It was a bronze metallic looking creature with a dome head, a black eye stork with a glowing blue eye, and two light bulbs on top of its dome on opposite sides. It had a plunger on its right and a gun on its left. A set of metallic balls were attached along the lower parts of the body.

“Stand back everyone, I’ve dealt with these sort of things before!” Gilderoy spoke proudly.

He took a few steps forward towards the metal monster, refusing to show fear.

“IDENTIFY YOURSELF!” The metallic creature demanded.

“I am Gilderoy Lockhart, the most famous wizard here! I don’t appreciate you killing these innocent people!”

“WHERE… IS… THE DOCTOR?!” The creature asked.

“The who?” He asked puzzled.

“THE DOCTOR! THE ENEMY OF THE DALEKS!” It shouted angrily.

Its fury frightened the people, even startling Lockhart a bit. On the other hand, he tried to not show the slightest hint of fear. In fact, he stepped forward more boldly now.

“Well evil Dalek, if you are looking for a Doctor, then I am him!” Gilderoy spoke proudly. “I am an expert in all things medicine and—”

“YOU ARE THE DOCTOR!” The Dalek shouted angrily. “YOU ARE AN ENEMY OF THE DALEKS! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!!!”

The Dalek fired again, trying to kill its foes. The people ran away in terror, as the Dalek fired blue lasers all around. Gilderoy reached out for his wand in his pocket and aimed toward the metal monster.

“Expelliarmus!” Gilderoy cried out.

He fired his most magnificent spell, so powerful… so dazzling… and it didn’t even work.

“What?”

He shook his wand trying to make it work.

“Come on you stupid—”

The Dalek fired at Gilderoy’s feet, which made him startle and slip. He started crawling on his back as the Dalek moved closer.

“THE DALEKS ARE THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE! WE EXTERMINATE THOSE WHO ARE NOT LIKE WE! EXTERMINATE!!!”

“Expelliarmus!!!” The Twins shouted in unison.

They both fired their spells from their wands, which hit the Dalek so greatly that a huge bright light swept across the entire village. Once they could see again, the Dalek had blown to pieces and green goo leaked from its container. Then Gilderoy Lockhart stood up, posing triumphantly.

“Never fear good citizens!” He called out proudly. “For I, Gilderoy Lockhart, have defeated the evil Dalek! You have nothing to fear; you are all safe thanks to me!”

The citizens began to cheer and clap as they swarmed around him. While this was happening, the twins laid upon the floor due to the spell being ‘so’ powerful that it knocked the two out cold. The moment they woke up, they had the most splitting headache they ever experienced. The pair faced each other with looks of confusion on their faces.

“Who are you?” They both asked.

Little did the twins realize was that something was behind them. Along the wall of one of the homes, a small crack emitted a small blue glow and upon a closer inspection… it almost resembled a smile.

“The end is near… the multiverse will shatter.”

Cinematic Adventures: The Deleted scenes

by Tim Ribbert

The Patchwork Girl Part 1 (The Wizard of Oz)

SET BETWEEN ‘SCOOBY DOO’ AND ‘WILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY’

2 Hours Later…

THE PATCHWORK GIRL

The Patchwork Girl part 2 (The Wizard of Oz)

One day at miss ladybug's cafe (Scooby doo)

One Week Before "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”

The Crystal Castle

ONE DAY AT MISS LADYBUG’S CAFÉ

The first Wonka Bar Part 1 (Willy Wonka and the chocolate Factory)

‘THE FIRST WONKA BAR’

YEARS AGO

The first Wonka Bar Part 2 (Willy Wonka and the chocolate Factory)

The Weekend 3 pm

The First Wonka Bar Part 3 (Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory)

The Shopping Mall of Doom!!!! Part 1 (The Spongebob Squarepants Movie)

Set Between The Spongebob Squarepants Movie and The Conjuring

The Shopping Mall of Doom!!!!!

The Shopping Mall of Doom!!!! Part 2 (The Spongebob Squarepants Movie)

The Nightmare of Sunset Shimmer (The Conjuring)

The Nightmare of Sunset Shimmer

The Hearts of Romance (The Phantom of the Opera)

Set Between The Conjuring and Harry Potter and The Sorcerer Stone

The Hearts of Romance

The Janitor of Hogwarts (Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone)

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…

The Janitor of Hogwarts

Hogsmeade