It was the night of the Grand Galloping Gala, the sun was going down, and in a house getting ready for the night was Wubba Dub running from his room to the bathroom. Using telekinesis, he brushed his navy blue mane and his teeth, and put on black sweatpants and black jacket, all at the same time. After minutes of getting ready his mane was brushed, and teeth whiter than a shiny golf ball. He went to the mirror .
"Well, at least I'll look good when I go to jail."
Wubba grabbed 230 origami paper boats, and shoved them all in the big black saddle bag. Suddenly Wubba's phone rang and then glowed dark blue as he used telekinesis to answer it.
"Hello."
"Are you ready for tonight."
"Almost, is Apple Pop at the gala yet?”
"No, but he will be, meet us at the end of your street... i'll explain later, bye."
Wubba put his phone in the overstuffed saddle bag and walking to the kitchen to drink some of Applejack's apple cider before he went out.
"Damn that's good.”
Wubba threw the empty mug in the sink and ran outside. When the sun went down there was a beautiful night sky, with the street lights glimmering upon the streets. Wubba rushed towards the end of the street, only to find a red carriage sitting there alone. As he walked by the side, a blue pony with a puffy light blue mane popped out of the window. It was Con-fetti.
"Get in the white carriage when it comes."
The red carriage drove off, leaving Wubba stranded with only the glow of the street lights, the stacked apartments, and the beautiful night sky with all the constellations sparkling from far above. After looking at the stars for a few minutes a white carriage came speeding down the street. As the white carriage came closer a loud screech came from the wheels and then it came to a stop. The door opened and the sound of rap came blasting out of the white carriage.
Wubba quickly climbed in with his saddlebag, and closed the door. In the carriage, Wubba looked around at the Celestia-powered, hi-tech interior only to find Jet Fire in the drivers seat.
"HEY, you made it ," Jet Fire said.
"Yea well your a little late," Wubba said.
"No, you were too early,” Jet Fire said
Wubba placed his saddle bag on the floor then looked at Jet Fire as if he was wearing his birthday suit.
“Why aren't you dressed in black?”
“It’s only vandalizing, this is not some bank job,” Jet Fire said.
“Well when the cops come you're gonna be sorry that they find you first.”
“Whatever, cut the chit-chat, Whippy and Con-fetti are waiting for us at the park."
Jet Fire used magic start up the white supercharged carriage. Wubba had a scared look on his face as he watched Jet Fire looking at him.
"Put your seatbelt on and grab your maracas... it's about to get shaky."
Wubba instantly put on his seat belt when he heard the carriage roar with horsepower as it went from 0 to 105 in the blink of an eye. Wubba sunk back into the seat as they sped through the street. The carriage was going so fast that Wubba couldn't tell what street he was on or how long this ride will last. It was only a few seconds ‘till they arrived at the park. The screech that came from the wheel when Jet Fire hit the brakes was only half as loud as Vinyl Scratch's bass cannon, but it still scared all the birds in the trees as they pulled in the park.
Sitting there in the night, where the moon lit up a flat grass area where two ponies, and a red carriage stood still at a bench. Jet Fire stepped out of the carriage and grabbed his saddle bag in the trunk as Wubba came out with ears ringing and his entire body shaking. Traumatized and dizzy Wubba crawled out of the carriage with the black saddle bag to the bench where the ponies sat in the dark. Jet Fire pulled out a lantern and used magic to turn it on. In the light appeared a purple maned, grey pony named Whippy Doodle, and sitting next to him was Con-fetti.
"Finally, you ponies show up. Wubba did you grab the stuff?" Whippy Said looking at Wubba.
"Yeah, it's all in the bag.”
Whippy looked in the black, overstuffed saddle bag and checked to see if each item was there, then looked back at everypony.
"Good... Apple Pop should be arriving at the Gala in half an hour.”
Then after drinking a monster energy drink and throwing it in the grass, Con-fetti wanted to spend his time having fun. Wubba saw a public grill set up for all ponies. He decided to grab some sticks and dry grass and make a fire.
"I'm going to the playground, to spin on the merry-go-round.”
Con-fetti walked toward the spinning contraption and spun on it. Eventually the rest of the ponies joined Con-fetti in messing around on the playground. As the ponies played for 30 minutes, Whippy checked his watch for the time and alerted the ponies.
"It's time.”
Everypony knew what time it was. Whippy and Con-fetti galloped to their carriage and drove off as Wubba and Jet Fire grabbed their stuff and went back to the white carriage. They all headed to the Grand Galloping Gala. Wubba knew why they couldn't go to the Gala. Jet Fire was too cool to go, Whippy Doodle and Con-Fetti just didn't want to go to the Gala in the first place, and Wubba got rejected by Flitter, the mare he asked to go to the Gala with him, but every pony had one reason in common. They all hated Apple Pop for going to Gala without thinking about spending time with his friends. Listening to hip hop all the way to the Gala, Jet Fire turned down the music and pointed with his hoof towards the parking lot outside the town hall.
"We're here. Get ready,” Jet Fire suggested, looking at Wubba as if they were going to start a riot.
Thousands of carriages were sitting there in the dark, with only the moon as the light that lit up the parking lot, waiting to be vandalized. The white carriage drove into the parking lot, finding where Whippy and Con-fetti had parked so that the 4 ponies could start there raid.
"There they are.” Wubba said pointing his hoof at the red carriage.
Jetfire saw the carriage parked at the end of the parking lot away from all the other carriages. With the the two carriages parked side by side, all 4 ponies stepped out of their carriages with all black on so that they won't be seen. Wubba handed Whippy and Con-fetti the fake police violation tickets, and the black spray paint. Wubba took out all 230 origami boats, as Wubba saw Jet Fire looking at Wubba as if he was crazy.
"What? I have a hobby for folding paper, besides I like to be creative when I vandalize."
Jet Fire shook his head and grabbed half of the boats. As all the ponies searched for Apple Pop's carriage walking through carriages and carriages, Wubba started placing boats on the antennas of each carriage. Whippy was placing the fake tickets on the carriages he selected with Con-fetti. Walking in the night Wubba saw a carriage that caught his eye. It was a police carriage, and Wubba rushed towards the carriage and placed a boat on it. Wubba stood back to take a good look at the carriage and chuckled as he galloped away to catch up with the other ponies.
A few minutes passed as the ponies vandalized the carriages, ‘till finally Whippy, Wubba, Con-fetti, and Jet Fire found their primary objective. Standing in front of them was a huge red carriage, which was made for driving off-road.
"Yep, this is his carriage." Whippy said.
"Dude this so totally gonna be so fucking rad.” Wubba said.
"Apple Pops going to be pissed." Con-fetti said.
"Lets hurry this up, I have to be home soon." Jetfire said.
The ponies got to work on fully and utterly vandalizing Apple Pop's carriage with black spray paint, fake violation tickets and origami boats. Con-fetti wrote GALA QUEEN and GRAND GALLOPING GALA 2012 on the side of the carriage. The carriage was trashed, with the antenna and the outside of the carriage covered with origami boats, words written on the side and front of the carriage, and a violation ticket on windshield stating that the car looked like shit and doesn't need to park here.
After laughing for several minutes the 4 ponies spilt like a banana from the vandalized carriage. Walking back to the carriages without being seen, Jet Fire headed home in his white carriage with a loud roar and tire marks on the street. Whippy, Con-fetti, and Wubba headed to Whippy’s carriage with full satisfaction. Driving off looking at the carriages. Wubba looked at the police carriage and chuckled, then Con-fetti looked at Wubba.
“Did you... ooo Celestia, you can go to jail for that, theres like cameras in and on the outside of a poilce carriage.”
“I know, but it was pretty fucking hilarious.”
Driving in the carriage going to wherever this night may take him. Con-fetti got a text from Honey Biscuit, then looked at Whippy.
“Hey can we first stop at 5 and below, before we head to hb’s house.”
Whippy turn the carriage around heading to the cheap store that was open ‘till late. The 3 ponies got there with awkward silence in the carriage ‘till the carriage pulled into a parking spot to breaking the tension. They were walking out of the carriage to go into the store. Everything was cheap, looking around at toys and prank gadgets, but one item caught Wubba’s eye like the police carriage. It was a vuvuzela that came apart in 3 pieces of red, white and blue. Wubba knew he had to buy it, it was perfect, and it fit right into his black saddle bag.
Wubba ran to the cash register and purchased it like the world depended on it. Con-fetti also found the item that he needed. It was a toy pop gun that made a big pop when he pulled the trigger. With Wubba and Whippy waiting for Con-fetti to purchase the item, Wubba ran outside blowing his horn running to the carriage. They were all in the carriage with all his friends shooting Con-fetti’s pop gun and Wubba blowing his horn while racing down the street.
Few minutes passed and Whippy and the other ponies heard something that made them shit themselves. It was a police siren, and as soon as Whippy heard it ,he pulled over as quickly as he could. Knowing what was coming to him he knew he couldn't escape now. With the three ponies sitting there waiting for the officer, Wubba placed his saddle bag with all the equipment they used to vandalize Apple Pop’s carriage. Wubba leaned in to whisper to Whippy and Con-fetti.
“Play it cool bronies.”
The officer came by the right side and Whippy rolled down his window. Within the time it took for the window to open completely, the three ponies gulped, with their hearts pumping, and eyes widen as window came down half way. Wubba saw Con-fetti start sweat a little, then looked at Whippy seeing that he looked as if he was shiting out a can of tuna. Wubba knew he had to play it cool and joke with the officer a little.
“Sir, do you know your headlight was out on the front-left side?”
The three ponies breathed out in a sigh of relief. Knowing that they could have been pulled over for vandalizing a parking lot, or shooting a pop gun outside of a carriage. Whippy looked at the officer.
“Yeah, I got to get that fixed.”
“Ok. And do any of you ponies have any weapons or drugs of any kind.”
“no.” Whippy said.
“nope.” Con-fetti said.
Whippy and Con-fetti said looking at each other. Wubba knew he had to break the tension with a joke, it was the perfect time. Wubba stook his head out in front of Con-fetti.
“Does a toothpick count?”
The officer laughed inside and let out a little chuckle while looking at Wubba.
“Maybe.”
Wubba leaned back into his seat knowing that he made an officer laugh. Then the officer proceed to finishing up his business.
“Sir can I see your license and registration.”
Whippy took out his wallet and gave him his card and a small piece of parchment. The officer left back to his carriage. Whippy looked back at Wubba as if he was gonna buck him in the face.
“What the hell is wrong with you.” Whippy said.
“I was being cool,” Wubba said.
“Wubba you don’t say stuff like that to a officer.” Whippy said.
“SHHH! The officer can hear us.” Con-fetti said.
Con-fetti said breaking the tension. Then there was the awkward silence again. It was only a few minutes till the officer came back with Whippy’s card and parchment, at the window the officer gave Whippy a stern look.
“Mr. Wippy Doodle Dandy, your insurance is expired. Do you have parchment stating your proof of insurance?”
Whippy looked around and checking his carriage for anything from a scroll to a stickie note. Then looked back at the officer.
“No officer I don’t.”
“Well I’ll tell you what, you get that headlight fixed ok. You ponies have a good night ok.”
The officer went back into his carriage and drove off. The 3 ponies looked at each other as if they just escaped jail. Whippy used his magic to start his carriage again, looking over noticing his right headlight was out. Seconds before driving off Whippy put dubstep music to kill the tension. As they drove off in the night to Honey Biscuit’s house, Wubba realized that if the officer would have checked the saddle bag, their night would end right then and there. He then realized something special, that the ponies in the carriage were without a doubt his best friends, knowing that they would have gone to jail together.
Whippy noticed the magic meter on the carriage going down and pulled into a magic station to fill up the magic power in the carriage. While waiting in the carriage, Wubba and Con-fetti went into the station to buy some drinks when Wubba had to ask about the maps.
“Hey there’s no price tag on this... are these...free?”
The pony behind the counter looked at Wubba like he was confused.
“I do not know.”
Wubba purchased his drink and walked out with a free map. While in the car with Con-fetti and Whippy when he was done putting magic in the carriage. Wubba looked on the back of the map and there was a price tag with $10.00 written on it.
“Holy shit... I just stole this.”
Wubba looked at Con-fetti like they just ran over a deer. Laughing and looking at the map of Ponyville, Wubba put the stolen map in his black saddle bag. Whippy turned on the carriage with magic and drove to Honey Biscuit’s house.
Wubba knew he would have fun at Biscuit’s, but also knew that this night of many parties could not end before midnight. With the apple cider still coursing through his veins there was no way he was gonna hit the hay. His plan was to hang with him for a while then get out and head to the next party, making his own best night ever. In the carriage listening to club music through the night. It was 10:27, and the three ponies reached the house.
Two hours till midnight and Wubba Dub had many plans for the night to come. Walking near the outside of Honey Biscuit’s house on a chilly night were three ponies. Whippy Doodle, Con-fetti and Wubba were sitting there near the backyard pool, where Honey Biscuit and Bingles were rolling up a blunt with nothing but a toothpick and a piece of paper.
“Hey Honey Biscuit, what are you doing?” asked Con-fetti.
“Rolling up a blunt.” Bingles replied, while concentrating on his work.
Wubba walked towards the two stoner ponies, looking at them as if they were using a banana as a screw driver when rolling up a blunt.
“Why don’t you grind up the weed before putting it in a blunt...?” he asked.
“Dude we got this.” Bingles said.
“Yeah, we know what we’re doing”. H.B. said defensively.
“Okay, man... just sayin.” Wubba replied.
Wubba took a seat as Con-fetti and Whippy were checking their phone for an angry message from Apple Pop. As he sat there for ten minutes looking at the ponies, he struggled to make a simple blunt. Finally, H.B. took a lighter and lit the tiny burrito of weed, taking two hits before Bingles took the blunt. Bingles took one huge hit and handed Wubba the blunt. Wubba hated smoking, because he knew he was immune to getting high, but he politely accepted the offer. The blunt had been half smoked already, so he took two hits before coughing his brains out.
Bingles went inside the house to play Call-of-Duty Mare Warfare 3, and with H.B., minutes passed by like seconds.
“Let’s play Call-of-Duty with Bing... No... let’s get eye drops. Yeah, eye drops! Let’s go to Walgreens.” H.B. said, looking at Whippy.
Whippy, Con-fetti, and Wubba walked H.B. to the carriage that now reeked of weed. They drove to Wallgreens with three clean ponies and one pony thats higher than a cloud. With eyes red and breath that smelled like cheetos and vodka, the drugged pony spoke his mind.
“Whippy’s got a police radar... what a badass.” H.B slurred sarcastically.
“Hey I have a question... wait what am or are we?” H.B. said with his last breath
Before he looked out the window and started to trip balls, all three ponies looked at H.B. like he was kissing a walrus and they all laughed. The four ponies were listening to skrillex all the way to the only store that stayed up that late.
“Con-fetti... take this to get that shit for my eyes.” H.B. said, as he gave Con-fetti five bits.
When the carriage parked in a empty parking lot, the 3 ponies got out, leaving H.B. in the car alone.
“H.B., look at your hoof. Keep an eye on your hoof for me, okay?” Wubba said to H.B., to keep him distracted.
“Wubba stay in the car.” Whippy said.
“No, I’m thirsty, I'm gonna get something.” Wubba said.
Whippy rolled his eyes as Wubba followed the two ponies inside the brightly lit store.
Walking inside, Wubba felt as if he was floating through the aisles of the store looking for the arizona tea. Wubba looked at all the different drinks as if they were books on a big bookshelf. Watermelon flavored tea was Wubba favorite, so without hesitation, Wubba looked around for Con-fetti and Whippy only to find that they were already leaving the register with the eyedrops. Running towards them, he reached in his black saddle bag for 1 bit, taking it by the mouth.
Without any questions, Wubba spat the bit at the register as he galloped to the exit. The cashier knew the price of the drink and was okay with the sudden purchase, but he was disgusted by the silvia covered bit. When the three ponies returned to the carriage, H.B. was still mesmerized, looking at his hoof.
“Dude, why did you go in?” Whippy said
“I was thirsty.” Wubba answered.
“You smell like weed.”
“I’m not in trouble, am I?” Wubba said sarcastically.
While getting in the car, Wubba knew that there were other parties that needed to be attended. Instead of sleeping over H.B.’s house for the rest of the night, it was up to Wubba to find out where those parties were.
“Hey Whippy, can you drop me off where Jet Fire picked me up?”, Wubba said leaning in.
Wubba didn’t know where he would go, but after jamming to club-music for several minutes, his phone rang. Wubba turned down the volume, while using telekinesis, to answer his phone.
“Hello?”
“Wubba, what are you doing?”
“I’m in a carriage with Whippy and Con-fetti.”
“You should come to my hut.”
“Who all is there?”
“Me, Airshine, Timber and Green Leaf.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there.”
Wubba hung up his phone, cranked the volume to 25, and started to jam out again. But, the dancing and shouting in the carriage didn't last long, because they were less than a mile away. With H.B. stoned, and two deaf ponies in the front, Wubba was the only pony that felt fine when walking out of the carriage. Saying his goodbyes, Wubba was left a lonely pony in the night. It was black and lit by a most beautiful moon. Walking to Fizzy Drop’s Hut while gazing at the stars got Wubba thinking...: It doesn't matter if you're at a high school party or a tea party. If you’re with your best-est friends, then that would make it the best night ever./i]
Damn. I should tell that to Twilight, Wubba said to himself.
Walking on the dirt road to an unknown party, Wubba started thinking about where he would go after Fizzy’s house. He checked his phone to see if there were any missed calls or messages, but was left disappointed. So then he used telekinesis to text Fizzy.
“Should I just walk in?” Wubba texted.
Wubba was half-way to Fizzy house, but it was that awkward time when he was waiting for a reply. Wubba noticed that it was quiet, a little too quiet. The crickets in the grass had stopped chirping and the wind stopped rustling the leaves. Wubba looked around scared as if the world had stopped. Then suddenly, Wubba’s phone vibrated which scared the shit out of him.
“Yeah, but be silent.” Fizzy texted back.
As he was walking on the dirt road, he found a hut among some apartment buildings. Wubba, as directed, walked in slowly, as he was being welcomed by a turquoise pegasus pony with a Skrillex mane.
“Fizzy!” Wubba whispered with excitement.
“Shhhh... you’ll wake my mother.” Fizzy whispered back.
Walking up the stairs, Wubba knew the drill and went straight to the bathroom. He checked his mane, then cleaned his glasses and teeth. Wubba kept everything in his black saddle bag, even extra clothing. Putting on a new neon shirt and plaid shorts, Wubba looked flyer than Mick Jagger on a G6. With a spray of chocolate Axe, Wubba walked out of the bathroom fresh as morning dew. Stepping in the room, Wubba found two Colts and two Mares chilling on two haystacks stacked side by side.
“The party is here!”, he announced.
“Dude... Wubba.” Green Leaf said.
Hugging everypony and plugging in his Ipod, he decided to play hardstyle rave, but very quietly. Even in a room with 5 ponies, Wubba knew that anything could happen. Upon the two beds, there was a strange cloud called Hooka was that was filling the room. Wubba took a hit of the strawberry flavored cloud. He then took several more before dropping into a magical land of highness. Wubba felt like Princess Celestia floating in a rave costume made of fluffy clouds. In minutes, Fizzy Drop and AirShine got into a seductive fight while Wubba, Timber and G-Leaf got off the bed to watch the mares go at it, as if it was a dogfight.
“Dude....fucking awesome.” Wubba said, while taking a sip of apple cider.
Then after a few minutes of fighting and boners, the ponies grew ever so tired, that they collapsed back on the bed. Laying there tripping balls, G-Leaf got a text message from Tin Pan.
“Yo I’m at Green Pines Street I’m coming there now bro.” Tin texted.
“Yeah, we’ll come get you.” G-Leaf texted back.
“Hey, we have to get Tin from Green Pines.”
All five ponies got up, grabbed their stuff, and left the Hut in the dark of the night. As high as they were, Wubba started using magic to change pots, flowers, and even carriages, different colors. Green Leaf grew tired of walking, so Wubba picked him up and carried him on his back and carried him as if he was a feather. As they walked down the street, the five ponies passed Green Pines elementary school. Tin Pan was walking towards Wubba. But Wubba, being high, walked passed him, grabbed the black spray paint, painting “FUCK NO” on the school sign. As soon as Fizzy, AirShine, Timber, G-Leaf, and Tin pan saw what Wubba did, they booked ass in the other direction, and so Wubba followed them.
He started running, and by the time he got to the end of the street, he had already met up with the others.
“Dude, you’re a thug, man.” Tin Pan said.
“Dude, I feel like stealing shit... I mean it’s just sitting there, with no price tag.” Wubba explained.
“Dude let’s do it.” Tin Pan said.
Fizzy took Airshine and Timber and ran back to the hut as G-Leaf, Tin and Wubba went on a one-hoof-discount shopping spree, on some ponies’ lawns. First, Wubba unscrewed an Equestrian flag, took it, and waved it around as if he was gonna riot. Then Wubba, Tin and G-Leaf took Celestia powered night lights, that were busy lighting up the path way, for themselves. With a hoof-full of stuff, they reached Fizzy’s Hut. Setting down the night lights, Wubba took the flag and the night light in with him as he walked in the hut and up stairs to Fizzy’s room.
“Look what I found.” Wubba said, pulling out his newly acquired prizes of the night.
“OOO! My Celestia! Did you really take an Equestrian flag?!” AirShine said in shock.
“Hell yeah we did.” Wubba said with swagger.
After settling down, Fizzy decided they all needed some more blankets from the basement. And as everypony who has been in Fizzy’s hut, knew the basement was haunted by The Mysterious Mare-Do-Scare. So with that, they all crept down to the basement, just like the Scooby Doo Gang, holding the Equestrian flag in one hoof, and a night light in the other. Like any other basement it was cold and dark. Luckily AirShine and Wubba used their magic to light up the place. That way, they could all look around for a blankets. Instead, Wubba found a two swords and some throwing knives. After a while the place, didn’t seem all that haunted, and so being idiots, AirShine and G-Leaf started throwing the knives at a dartboard.The knives bounced off the dart board, but barely missed everypony.
Grabbing the swords, Wubba threw one to Fizzy. Then while holding his own, he lunged at her with no warning. A huge sword fight had begun, and before they knew it, the two ponies were drenched in sweat, panting for air. But just like any other idiot, Fizzy let her guard down for a split second to adjust her hair clip, cutting her hoof. Ever so scared, Wubba dropped his sword and begged for forgiveness. Even though it was just a scratch, he knew Fizzy would overreact. Wubba was right and wasn’t surprised when Fizzy didn’t take it to kindly, so he defended himself with the Equestrian flag. After being chased around for 20 minutes, Wubba saw that Fizzy had chilled out and decided it was ok to give her a hug. AirShine finally found the blankets under a rug, so all six ponies went upstairs to the room where they could snuggle.
With all six ponies on the bed, Fizzy lit up some Hooka and shotgunned it to AirShine. It was really obvious that Timber, Wubba, G-leaf and Tin Pan were sitting there, chilling with boners. Time flew by like Rainbow Dash’s sonic rainboom, and before Wubba knew, tomorrow was approaching. Sitting there, with blinding strobe lights and rave music blasting, Fizzy’s mother quickly came into the room horrified. Yelling, she kicked Wubba, and the rest of the colts out to the curb without a warning! Wubba quickly grabbed his black saddle bag, the nightlight, and went on his way, taking the flag off of its pole. He wasn’t sure what would happen next, but he thought he was getting an idea as Timber walked toward a carriage across the street.
“You have a carriage!,” Wubba said gratefully.
“Yeah... now get the fuck in,” Timber said.
Just like that, the four ponies were in the carriage, going wherever the night would take him. Driving in the night, Wubba decided to call his friend Apple Dip.
“Apple Dip.”
“Yea?”
“Where are you?”
“...Don’t laugh...”
“Where...are you?”
“PROMISE you won’t laugh...”
“Um...sure...?”
“Alright, uh, I’m kind of stuck in a tunnel at the playground.. can you like...please come save me?”
Wubba tried to suppress his laughter, but failing, his laughter burst out hysterically.
“Uh... how did this happen?” Wubba asked, snickering.
“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” Apple Dip said, sounding very annoyed, “ ...How about you ask Green Leaf?”
“Uh...okay, hold on Apple Dip... G-leaf! Why’s Apple dip stuck in the playground?!” Wubba asked.
“Oh, um...about that...” Green leaf answered, laughing his ass off.
“WUBBA! Please come get me, it’s really cold...” Apple Dip whined.
“Alright, text me where you are, I gotta go though, but we’ll get you in a minute, I promise!”, Wubba shouted into the phone, while hanging up.
He quickly pressed some buttons and listened to the phone ring as he waited for his friend to pick up.
“Sweet Tree?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you help Apple Dip get out of a playground tunnel?”
“WHAT! What is she doing in a playground tunnel?!”
“Wait...why aren't you laughing?”, Wubba asked shocked.
“HEY, being stuck in a tunnel is a serious business. Would you be laughing if you were all alone in a tunnel with no way out, except the way you came in, but you had forgotten which way that was and now your only hope was your friends who you trusted so dearly to your young little heart!?”, Sweet Tree replied seriously.
“Woah, ok ok, I wouldn’t be laughing after that... just go and save her, please.”
“Where is she? Tell me her coordinates.”
“I don’t know. You call her.”
“Ok. I will be her justice.”
Sweet Tree hung up the phone and Wubba looked to Tin Pan while putting away his own.
“Tin, where are we going now?” Wubba asked.
“To Raindrip’s house!” Tin said excitedly.
“Yeah dude, we're gonna chill there.” G-Leaf said.
“I can’t. I have to be home by midnight, remember?” Timber said.
Wubba would like chilling with Green Leaf and Tin Pan, but would enjoy partying any time of the week.
“Hey... what kinda drinks does he have?” Wubba asked.
“Four Loko.....I think.” Tin said.
At this point, Wubba was thinking of what might happen at this party, because the Gala ended at 11:00. So, he wondered if everypony would be in bed around now. However, it wasn’t long until the four ponies arrived at Raindrip’s house. Pulling up to the house, Timber stomped on the break to drop the three party ponies off. It was the middle of the night as Wubba followed Tin to the back of the house, and who knows what could have happened next.
They walked through a broken screen door, into a basement. Topped with an empty bar, workout equipment, a three-pony hay-couch and a massive pool table. They expected a huge party to be blasting, and braced themselves. But opening their eye, Wubba and Tin entered a room with four sleeping ponies.
“Raindrip! Get the fuck up, we’re here!” Tin yelled angrily.
Next to the pool table, Wubba set down his black saddle bag and pulled out The Bass Cannon. He agreed it was time to play some Bob Marley dubstep. After minutes of head bobbing, G-leaf found two big cans of Four Loko and hoofed one over to Wubba.
“Dude...let’s do it.” Wubba insisted.
“Yeah, dude.” G-leaf said already half slurred.
“Wait! I have an idea.” Wubba said with a smile.
Wubba pulled out his american colored vuvuzela and hoofed it to G-leaf.
“Four Loko beer bong!” Wubba yelled at the top of his lungs.
G-leaf went first as usual. Wubba dumped Four Loko down the horn for a minute straight, yet G-leaf didn’t even flinch. Finally downing half a can, G-leaf got up wiping his snout, and pointed a hoof at Wubba.
He was next. Wubba knelt down under the horn, but before he could calm himself, G-leaf started to pour.
At first Wubba was shocked by the strong taste. It danced across his tongue leaving a tingly feeling. But, after 2 gulps Wubba wanted more. It was only a few seconds till Wubba had emptied his whole can of the magical drink. Licking his lips, Wubba suddenly had the urge to dance. Wubba was a part of the Colt Breakdancing League, so, like a boss, Wubba did what he did best. He breakdanced and headspined like never before. He was so drunk, every move he made felt like the waves of the ocean during a hurricane. After dancing wildly for what felt like hours, Wubba made his way over to watch Tin and G-leaf play pool with cigarettes in their mouths. Wubba knew that if he were to pass out at that moment, he would be sprawled across the pool table. But suddenly, all the ponies stopped talking as they heard slow hoofsteps upstairs. With every step they became louder and louder, and Wubba could tell they were headed downstairs. Everypony held their breaths, and waited quietly. Could it be the police to end their night?
A thousand breaths of relief were let out across the room as they saw it was only three black mares all dressed up from the gala.
“Hey colts!” All of the mares said.
One of the mares grabbed a stallion and crept into the nearest room while slamming the door. Another one of the mares began making out with the closest colt and decided to follow the first couple’s example. They found their own room, and shutting off the lights, closed the door to block the noise of the bass cannon. The other two Mares introduced themselves to Wubba. One of them was named Cotton and the other Silk. Both sat on the couch next to Tin Pan and Wubba. The night was only getting started.
G-leaf checking his phone for any sign of a high school party.
“Hey, does anypony wanna go to a high school party?” G-leaf asked.
“Naah man, I won’t make it.” Wubba replied, already having a good time.
Wubba turned to Tin ready to ask him a question, only to find he was already making out with Silk.
“You ponies look busy... I’m gonna go, but I’ll be back.” G-leaf said over his shoulder as he walked out.
Sudden realization hit Wubba like a train. Throughout this entire day, he had been fully satisfied, even though everypony-else was at the biggest party. He’d had the best night ever, because he was with the ponies that mattered to him the most, and so the rest of the night was blackened in his memory.
