Twilight Sparkle has been transformed into a broom! What's more, Celestia is missing! Whatever will Twibroom Sweeple do?

idunno.

sweep, maybe.

for some reason this is how I'm celebrating seven years on the site.

This story is a sequel to What If...

Reading What If 1 is not necessary to understand this story. 'Tis the way of the anthology.

So, Twilight got bored again. No, she didn't go outside to touch grass for once. Y-yes, she's... yeah, she's in her study again. She's found a new quill and she swears she's going to use that lifetime supply of ink that Celestia promised her.

Ever wanted to see an author clawing at his remaining shreds of sanity at two in the morning, trying to figure out what the actual heck he's writing?

Well, guess what? This is the story for ya! Enjoy the noises of short-circuiting brain cells. :)
Mind chipping in for some new ones?

Suggestions for chapters are open, but remember to leave space for others! Keep in mind that I decide whether or not to use idea suggestions.

Food for thought: if Equestria cut just 2% of its annual friendship budget it could afford to construct a colossal obsidian sphere in Ponyville. On top of the obvious economic benefits, it would be visible throughout all of central-north-ish Equestria and emanate an ominous hum!

Twilight managed to recover the scroll Starlight Glimmer had used to travel back in time. The problem is, she went waay too far back while testing it.

...Oh, and the scroll's gone, too.

On top of that, Twilight still isn't entirely sure if she's in the same universe.

The spiritual successor to I Think I Summoned a Ponk. Why? Because I now want to write another random comedy fic that's not a chapter of my What If? fic. I'm bored.

After a botched attempt at giving herself free Nutella, Twilight and the rest must brace themselves for the upcoming tsunami...

...of Nutella.

A video that gave me the idea of including Kirby: Kirby eats a never-ending bag of chips. (I watched this years ago.)

Let's see... how does this work again? Oh, it's already logging? Um... yeah, okay, hi there, whoever you are that's reading this! I'm Gadget, and I live with an old scientist dude who got fired from his job. Also, I'm a small unicorn that has an eerie resemblance to Smurfette.

One day, I hope I can figure out why the heck I look like I came straight out of My Little Pony.

Now, about that. You see, it's kind of a funny story...

Cover art made using Mutter_Butter's rendition of pony Gadget and Momoruuu's drawing of human Gadget/Zoey.
Preread by tsaukpaetra.

Let's play a game, shall we? I'm gonna give myself half an hour to barf out as many legible horsewords as possible...

Starting in 3...
2...
1...

GO!

Luna has a problem. A money problem, that is. You see, for the past thousand or so years, Celestia's kinda been... *cough* borrowing *cough* from Luna's share of tax money, leaving the younger sister rather broke.

On top of that, she's found herself as quite the gamer, even sporting the name "N1GH7M4R3-M00N" in the virtual worlds of games. Unfortunately, her current allowance is far too little to support her new hobby...

So why not put advertisements in dreams?

Scootaloo has a problem. A very big, chicken sandwich-shaped problem. Actually, coming back to edit this thing after finishing the story, she's got a little more than just a chicken sandwich problem. But I ain't gonna tell you here 'cause that's a surprise tool that can help us later.

That's it. That's the story. Now go home and stay quarantined or something. :P

Expect OOC Scoots because I can't think of any worldly reason why she would be a restaurant manager. This extends to literally every character in this story 'cause I have no idea what the heck I'm doing right now.

A random one-shot I came up with during one of my internet outages.

Image came from Derpibooru. :P

WARNING: Contains an agitated Derpy, a very dedicated troll who's put in their place, and karma. Also, this loosely fits the definition of a trollfic. Sorry.