Roger Moore's Horn is Fake and Filly Fleur Dis Lee Travels to the Moon with Luna

"Everything's wrong?" Fancy Pants repeated. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Fleur Dis Lee began. "I started walking this morning because Mrs. Tred let me out of that stuffy orphanage for one day. I saw this stallion lying on the ground so I waited for him to wake up. When he finally did, he got scared and he bruised himself in the face. And that was the first wrong thing. So I brought him to the hospital and I threw him on the counter which like broke his back or something. Second wrong thing. And now I have to go back to the stupid poopid orphanage." Lee heaved a heavy sigh. "Third wrong thing.."

Pants nudged her in the shoulder thoughtfully. "That's only three things," he offered in a noble and sophisticated tone. "Not everything."

"I guess.." she said, cheering up a little bit. Her smile stretched across her face and she awkwardly wrapped her arms around Pant's neck. "Hey, do you wanna be friends?!"

The colt blushed. "S-sure."

"Alright little one. We're here." Officer Safety Mode picked the filly up and brought her inside. Ponies were already dining out on grey looking mashed potatoes, crinkly baby carrots, and some lettuce leaves that hardly looked fresh.

Mrs. Tred trudged over quickly, her face flushed with what seemed like worry. "Fleur Dis Lee! Where have you been sweetheart?"

"You know where I was," Lee murmured, her brow lowered on her violet eyes.

"I was worried sick!" Mrs. Tred grabbed the child and snuggled her on her chest. She looked up with red glowing eyes at Mode. "Thank you so much officer."

"My pleasure Hate Tred." Mode tipped his hat. "Come on Fancy Pants."

"Yes father." The colt skipped behind his elder. He looked back at Lee, who breathed sadly.

"Come on Pants, don't dawdle." Mode nudged his son along and out the orphanage door.

Mrs. Tred waited for the police offer to leave before sharply dropping the filly on the floor. Her legs spread out and her tail whisked beneath them.

"Where the hell have you been?" Mrs. Tred barked, spit flying from her mouth onto the filly.

Lee picked herself up and dusted her pelt. "J-just walking like you said I could."

"I said you must be back by 5:00 sharply when we have dinner! Now you can forget about that and go scrub the latrines. And so help me Celestia, if there is one spot on those toilets."

"Yes Mrs. Tred." Lee's tummy rumbled as she walked back the colts and fillies munching on their meal. She grabbed the mop, a bucket, Kaboom Foamtastic™, and a bristly scrubber. She padded into the bathroom, which was gloomy and dull looking, and opened the door to a cubicle. She felt her stomach go weak as she saw feces flopped over the bowl and little hairs collecting on it. On the floor roamed carefree ants that Lee thought had a better life then she did. With a cover to her nose, she squeezed the trigger of the Kaboom™ and violently scrubbed with the bristle brush.

"Well your ribs aren't broken," Nurse Redheart cheerfully announced. "But that bruise will need to be taken out of impact from anything else for the rest of the day."

Roger Moore was still freaking out. His hooves trembled with fear, and his heart was beating against the walls of his chest. "P-pon-ponies.." he studdered.

"I think this dude's a little.." The nurse's assistant gestured with her hooves a swirling motion.

"He probably just hit his head too hard," Redheart replied. She leaned down to the trembling stallion. "What were you doing that made you get such a nice shiner?"

Moore looked at her with green eyes. "Yo-You're a pony."

"Well so are you."

"P-ponies!" Moore screamed.

Band-Aid, the nurse's assistant, looked over at her mentor. "I'm telling you, Yzarc Inn is a perfect place for ponies that have.. Er hem.. Issues."

Redheart glared at her then back to her patient. "Sir, is there something wrong that we should know of? Are you taking any medications from another doctor that we should know of?"

"There's something wrong alright!" Moore shot right up, his nostrils flaring. "YOU'RE A PONY! I am trapped in a show for three-year-old girls that have nothing better to do with their life than poop and pee in their freakin' diapers!"

"If I'm correct." Redheart coughed uncomfortably. "Three-year-olds don't wear diapers.."

"What's the use fighting with you peop- I mean ponies- I mean.. GAHH!" He flopped back onto his stomach and covered his face with his folded arms.

"Do you need a glass of water?" Redheart offered.

"Or a brochure to Yzarc Inn," Aid hissed. Her mentor glared at her again and the cream colored mare just shrugged.

"I need to get out of here." Moore walked off the medical bed he was laying on and headed for the door. He tried to twist the knob open, but it remained closed. "Why is this damn door so hard to open?"

"You can't use your hooves to open doors.." Redheart brought an eyebrow up. "You're sure you're not on any medications?"

"Then what the hell am I supposed to use to open this?" Moore shot.

"Um.. Your horn.." The nurse tapped her head where a horn would be if she were a unicorn.

Moore looked at his head. Indeed, there shot a caramel horn out of his brown mane. "Oh my god! I'm a pony unicorn!"

"Are you saying that you didn't know you were a unicorn?"

"I didn't even know I was a pony until a few hours ago."

Aid grabbed onto Redheart. "I'm scared."

"I'm out of here!" Moore ignored his horn and tried to open the door with his hooves again. Again, the door remained intact. With brute force, he rammed through the door, breaking it down, as he stormed out of the office, splinters covering his pelt.

Aid gawked. "W-wha-What?!"

The secretary leaned from her desk. "Did that man just break through the door?"

"He did.. Didn't he?" Redheart's eyelashes fluttered her cheeks.

"Nurse Redheart! That pony just BROKE the door! Aren't you going to do something?" Aid exclaimed.

The mare was too busy in her dreams. "So strong.." she murmured.