Daily Spinyltap

“Alright, here we are.” Spike grinned as the smell of fresh cooked donuts filled his nostrils. “And the only thing that separates us from those fresh, cream filled donuts at this point is the dwindling line of ponies in front of us.”

“These better be worth getting out of bed at six AM, Spike,” Vinyl said, trying to wipe the sleep out of her eyes.

“Don’t worry, Vinyl, they’re totally worth it. But the shop closes down for the day at ten, so we had to get here early.”

“Alright, fair enough,” Vinyl said. “But like I said, I hope these are good.”

Spike and Vinyl patiently waited in line, awaiting their just desserts. More ponies kept joining the line behind them as the line creeped forward. Creeped forward at a very, very slow pace.

“Spike?” Vinyl asked, looking at her dragon friend.

“What’s up?” Spike replied.

“We’ve been standing in line for like… the last thirty minutes. How much longer until we get to the front? I’m hungry!”

Spike cast his gaze at the conveniently located ‘Two Hours From This Point” sign next to them. “Eh, I’m sure it won’t be that long. Besides, it’ll totally be worth it once we get the flaky, sugary donuts and soft cream filling snaking down our throats into our stomachs.”

“Are we describing food here or a porno movie?”

****

Two hours later…

“Spike, I can see it!” Vinyl’s stomach growled in anticipation as she saw the front counter of the bakery approaching. “It’s finally here!”

“Oh my gosh, you’re right!” Spike’s feet left the ground along with his fleeting heart at the sight of hand crafted delights approaching him at a quick pace. “Alright, Vinyl, we’re in the home stretch now, just a little bit further!”

The sweet aroma filled their noses stronger than ever. The delectable sounds of flaky crust being lifted from a pan to the shelf filled their ears. The beautiful sight of glazed donuts being wrapped and placed into a bag for carrying convenience made their stomachs rumble.

The time had come, and they were  oh so ready for it.

They reached the front counter. Hearts palpitating, stomachs rumbling and eyes ablaze with desire, they made the order.

“Two cream-filled donuts, please!” They both shouted in unison.

“Alright, will that be all for you, today?” The cashier said with a bright smile.

“That’s all she wrote,” Spike said.

The cashier disappeared for a brief second and returned with two beautiful, crispy donuts. She placed them in a bag. Vinyl and Spike were on the edge of their proverbial seats in anticipation.

Their bodies were more than ready. They were at advanced readiness.

“Okay, that’ll be two bits,” the cashier said.

“Okay, sounds good-... Uh-oh.” Spike looked through his logic-defying pockets and realized he was missing something of utmost importance.

“I don’t have my wallet.”

Spike felt his heart sink into his stomach at the realization of what had just transpired. And the thought of how Vinyl was probably going to kill him when they returned home.

“Spike, lucky for you, I always come prepared with my emergency money.” Vinyl smiled and levitated out her emergency coin purse. “Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh?”

“Looks like I forgot to put any bits in it.”

“Vinyl?”

“Yes, Spike?”

“We suck.”

“Yes. Yes, we do.”