Daily Spinyltap

Vinyl's hoof pounded on the front door of Twilights home.

“You sure she's gonna be awake, Spike? It is a Sunday after all.”

“Sleep and Twilight have never been on a first name basis,” Spike said. “She'll be up and around. Besides, if she isn't, we can just go in anyway”

“I like the way you think,” Vinyl said with a wink. She continued her knocking rampage.

The front door cracked open. “Hello? Oh, Spike! Vinyl!” Twilight burst the door open and wrapped Spike up in a hug. “I’ve missed you, Spike!”

Spike instantly felt his windpipe crushed within Twilight's magical embrace. “I.. Missed.. You.. Too!”

Twilight finally released Spike from her death grip “Oh, Spike, it’s good to see you! And Vinyl, how are you?”

“Doing good, Twilight,” Vinyl said with a smile.

“Good to hear,” Twilight replied. “Is Spike taking care of you, still?’

“Heh, more like me taking care of him. My daily plan usually involves keeping him out of trouble.”

“Welcome to the club,” Twilight said, eyeing Spike with a crooked Smile.

Spike frowned and darted his eyes between the two mares laughing around him. “Okay, okay, are we done making fun of the dragon, now?”

“Alright, alright, sorry Spike,” Twilight said. “I just don’t get to have the opportunity much anymore. Now, if I may ask, what exactly brings you to my home today?”

“We want to borrow your big-screen TV,” Vinyl replied calmly. “The Oatland Raiders are on TV today. We need the full experience.”

“Yeah, Twi, this is some serious stuff. Playoff implications,  heated rivalry, a chance to take the lead in the division. it’s a pretty big deal.”

“So…” Twilight began, “you just want to use my television to watch the game?”

“Yep!” The couple replied in unison.

“Alright.” Twilight shook her head and stepped aside, allowing entrance to the two.

“Thanks, Twi!” Spike said. “Just like old times, right?”

****

Twilight hid her face in her hooves, her headache increasing with every play going on on the screen. For with every play, came an increasingly loud cheer or protest from her two guests.

“What the heck!” Vinyl shouted, spraying Twilight with popcorn she tossed from her hooves. “Get the ref some glasses! Totally a pass interference.”

“No, no, no, the receiver pushed off first, so it’s pretty much a legal call. Now, the illegal formation, that was some crap!”

“Yeah! The refs are totally calling this game. They’re cheating!”

“Forget that. The entire National Hoofball League hates the Raiders!’

“GUYS!”

The two of them snapped their heads back to look at Twilight. “What?”

“Three things: First, the defender was looking back for the ball, so it wasn’t a penalty. Second, the receiver was covering the eligible offensive line pony, so it was an illegal formation. Three, take it to the room upstairs!”

With flash of light, Spike, Vinyl and the entire entertainment system was teleported to an upstairs room, far away from Twilight.

“What happened?” Spike asked looking around.

“I don’t know, but she teleported the popcorn, too! Now shut up and watch the game. it’s the fourth quarter.”

“Got it.

Without a word, the two resumed their places on the floor and glued their eyes on the TV. A Sunday well spent.