MINIFIC MAYHEM

“I’m gonna order some snacks,” Vinyl Scratch said, trotting over to the phone and levitating it up to her ear. “Hello, room service? I’d like a medium pepperoni pizza delivered to my room.”

Octavia turned the television on.

“My room number? It’s 142... Okay, bye.”

Vinyl hung up the phone and trotted over to Octavia. “What’cha watchin’?”

“Equestrian Pickers.”

Vinyl scoffed. “That sounds dumb. Lemme see what else is on.” Vinyl reached for the remote.

“No, I like this show.” Octavia held it out of Vinyl’s reach.

“C’mon, please?” Vinyl was almost on top of Octavia.

“No!” Octavia tossed it aside.

The remote control stopped in mid air and flew onto Vinyl’s hoof, a light blue aura surrounding it. “I got it!” In her moment of victory, Vinyl lost concentration and collapsed on Octavia’s body.

A door opened. “Room service!” She stopped, looked at the two ponies, and blinked. “I’ll come back when you’re done,” she said, sheepishly.

“Wait!” shouted Vinyl.

But the room service shut the door before she could hear her.