Dude, Where’s My Snail?

Snips and Snails were eating breakfast in Snails’s kitchen. They were having cereal, and a pretty good kind in fact. Every bite was like a little bundle of heaven in their mouths. So chocolatey, so sugary, so....sweet.

Anyway, after the breakfast was done, they decided to take a walk around town. After all, what more could they do in Snails’s house? They weren’t gonna do jigsaw puzzles, that’s for sure.

They approached town square, which was already bustling with life and energy. The ponies of Ponyville were doing their usual trading, buying, and other things.

That wasn’t reason the two colts were there, however. Snips made a promise, and by Luna’s purple flank he was going to keep it. They had already looked everywhere inside and outside of Snails’s house, so that location held no value in the search. Snails face was that of determination, which in his case was very rare.

They began to look around town, making sure that every location was checked and crossed off. A thought began to enter Snips mind at this point.

“Snails, I’ve got something to ask you”, Snips said

“Ask away”, Snails said while looking under a rock.

“Not to sound rude, but what are we doing? Salty is a snail, right? How far could he have gone?”, Snips tried to politely say.

Snails was about to get angry, but he realized that his friend had a point. He WAS a snail. That thought hadn’t popped into Snails’s mind until that very moment.

“Your right. Let’s just go home, then”, Snails said with a tinge of sadness.

As they began to turn away, a little white filly approached them with happiness in her eyes.

“Hiya Snipth! Heya Snailths! How are ya?”, asked the filly.

“Hey Twist, What’s up?”, Snips replied.

Twist was a very kind individual, so she would probably help anypony that asked her for assistance.

“Not much, I’m justh trying to find something to do”, Twist said boredly.

Snips decided that know was probably the time to ask for help.

“We might could help you with that”, Snips said.

“Really?! How?!”, Twist excitedly asked.

“Snails lost his pet snail, and we can’t find him. You think you can help us out?”, Snips asked.

Snails just remained quiet. He didn’t like asking for help from other ponies, so he let Snips do the talking.

“Oh gee, that soundsth awful! Of course I’ll help you try to find the poor thing!”, Twist said while giving a mock salute.

Snails smiled, one of the few times that week, and thanked Twist.

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The three foals sat on Snails’s porch, dripping with sweat. They had quite literally looked everywhere. Under furniture, inside furniture, and even above furniture. These foals were quite pooped.

Twist was sucking a candy cane while Snips tried to comfort Snails. The poor colt was a bit tearful, and that wasn’t hard to tell.

Earlier in the day, a bunch of colts and fillies pitched in and tried to help. Even Diamond Tiara looked for the tiny snail, much to Everypony’s shock.

Back to Snails, he was almost ready to give up. That was until he felt his mane move a bit. He peeled back his mane and made a really frustrating discovery.

There was Salty, just lounging on Snails’s scalp, and generally not caring. Upon seeing his friend, Snails gave him a big (but careful) hug.

Both Snips and Twist just stared in amazement. How could Snails not feel that? All that slimey, scaley, slippery....grossness going on near his brain.

“Well, I guess we found him! Come on Snips, let’s play some bingo!”, Snails said.

Snips sighed and followed his friend in the house. Twist just sat on her haunches and pondered the most important question.

“What The buck justh happened?!”