Aaron.... Give me all your snack cakes....
I began walking to my garage door and opened the white three windowed door. I strode over to my two cars. A 1969 Dodge Charger R/T with a 426HEMI engine and duel carburetors, and a 1984 Ford F-150 stock pickup truck. I strolled to the Charger and slipped my phone in the passenger seat after climbing in the driver side window. After buckling the black lap belt, I pushed the in clutch, brake, and turned the key at the same time, starting the car in gear. GrrrrrrrROOOOmveeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. The engine made a low purr as I put it in reverse. As I made my way through the town of Sutton Alaska, I took a left just before the general store. As I drove along, the sun glinted through the crystal-clear glass and reflected off my chrome trimmed car, into the eyes of a guy in a black 69 Charger.
CRASHHH!!
I know you may think, two 1969 Chargers in the same town? Thats weird! Nope, its not. I have four friends in two towns. Each have a 69 Charger. And we all crashed into the other at the same time. Causing some kind of weird star thing or something that caused a cataclsmic-watcha-mi-call-it thing that... you know what screw the details whats important is that it teleported us.
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Blllzzzzzrrrrt and two more behind a giant carousel building..
Then, all of our Chargers appeared at once.
Me, and Aaron appeared in the Orchard. James and Jack near The cottage, And Ryan and Henry by the carousel thing.
The next morning.
"Ugg where the heck am I?" I asked myself. Eyes still closed I asked my self. "Please tell me the Chargers WERENT a dream and I'm not in a cardboard box with 'asshat' written on my forehead again. Fuck you Edd, Matt, and Tom for that."
I glanced out the windshield doing a double take and saw Aaron's black Charger. I slid out of my window, and pushed my somehow unharmed charger foreword so my grill was facing his driver's window. I leaned in the window of my orange charger and popped the hood to magnify the sound. I then preceded to move upwards and push the horn. DEDUDUDUDUDADEDEDEDA! The Dixie horn blared making him jump. After looking around to see his surroundings he spotted my car, rolled down his window, but before he could say anything I laughed at him.
"What the hell was that for!?!"
"It simple really, you crash into me and send me wherever the fuck we are now, and I scare the crap out of you while you sleep. Karma!" I said cheerfully.
"Uh Nick, you don't believe in karma." He retorted, a smirk present of his smug face.
"I know, I was just kid- you know what? Never mind." I shot back
"Applejack!" I heard someone's voice shout in the distance. From the pitch I would say it was a little girl.
"Did you hear something?" Aaron and I asked at the same time.
"It doesn't matter" I said blissfully ignorant of what was about to happen. I walked around to the hood and slammed it back down with great force, causing it to latch closed.
"STOP RIGHT THERE YA VARMINTS!!" An orange... Nah its too small to be a horse. Lets say pony, ran up with a lariat (thats the official name for a lasso to all the uneducated folk out there) in its mouth.
"I WAS FRAMED for WHAT EVER THIS IS!" Aaron shouted and thew his hands in the air. I did not stick my hands up though, because all it had was a rope. At least thats all it looked like. I stayed put and sat on the hood.
"What are y'all doing here on mah farm?" It asked.
"We have nooo fuckin' idea." I replied smiling, rocking my crossed leg.
"Don't lie ta me!" It yelled.
"No seriously, he crashed into me and blamo we're here. Where is here by the way?" I and asked it, looking around and straightening my legs.
"Sweet Apple Acres." It replied.
I asked. "What country?"
"Equestria." It answered never losing its cool.
"Planet?" I asked exasperated, while pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Equis." It replied in the same tone.
"Toto.... I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!" I said cooly, slipping a pair of dark shades on.
"THAT BECAME CLICHE Like RIGHT AFTER THE DAMN MOVIE WAS MADE!!!" Aaron practically screamed.
"Oh come on! No it wasn't!" I rebelled.
"Uhh the online community says otherwise." He replied in a know it all voice.
"You two shut yer yappin'' it yelled.
"Well thats cause you go on the wrong sites!" I said.
"Or maybe it's because you don't go on those sites because NOBODY FUCKING LIKES YOU!!!" He screamed.
"I like me." I said sadly.
"Okay seriously how many fucking snack cakes have you had?" He asked, noticing the crumbs on my face that weren't there when I spoke three seconds ago.
"A bakers dozen." I replied. "Thats forty three!" I whispered to the orange thing with my hand on the right side of my mouth, shielding my words away from Aaron.
"Ah know what a bakers dozen is and that is not it!" It shouted.
"Well I think we should go see if anyone else arrived."Aaron deduced. "And how the hell did you eat almost four dozen snack cakes in under five seconds?"
"I find that statement indubitable." I said with a shake of my hand. "And, details aren't important!"
