Recess

"Please be the real deal, PLEASE be the real deal!"

"Oh-a-no! Princess Nectarine is in another one of Yowser's castles, Cheerio!"

"FOR BUCKING CELESTIA'S SAKE, WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO MARRY A PRINCESS FOR A KINGDOM IF YOU HAVE TONS OF 'EM, DUDE?!?!"

The enraged colt slams his muzzle on the table in defeat, contemplating his game life choices. There, he notices Pip Squeak tapping his hoof on a wooden table and scribbling on a piece of paper.

"Hey Pip, whatcha up to?"

"Coltmaster Rumble gave me a list of improvements we need to add for the Cove. I'm trying to come up with a new secret door knock at the moment."

"Try 'knock twice left, knock twice right'."

"Brilliant!" Pip squeaks. "Much better than our last secret knock."

"What was the secret knock?"

The little colt clops his hoof on the table once.

"..."

"Yeah, I agree it's better."

"Where did you come up with such a cheeky code?"

"All thanks to the Game Guy!" Button slams the hoof-held device on the table.

"Oh, how does that work?"

"Well first, to play the Game-Guy you need a game for the Game-Guy. You put the game IN the guy. There's the game, that's the guy, this is the Game-Guy. Ya got it?"

"Oy, me noggin hurts."

"Forget about it. What else is on the list?"

"Next, we have to go get lumber for our new fort."

"A FORT?!" Button exclaims. "What kind of fort?"

"An AWESOME fort, that's what!" Snips jumps in. "It's gonna have marshmallow launchers, advanced defense systems, a pool table you can swim in-

"And BEANS!" Snails slurs.

"He means bean bag chairs."

"Even better."

"How are you guys gonna get all this stuff?"

"We.....haven't quite tackled that yet." Pip utters.

The final bell rings and everyfoal rushes inside for their things and head their own ways.

"We're about to hit the lumber place, wanna join Mash?"

"I don't know, I have to pick up Crash and-"

"We'll add your Neightendo to it and have multiplayer nights." Snips adds.

".......I'm in."

"Hey kids, what can I do for ya?"

"We're here in search of some pretty sturdy planks for our super cool fort, my good stallion." Snips states, nonchalantly leaning against the stand.

Pip trots over with a dusty piggy bank. "I believe my piggy can cover it."

The little one dumps two bits, a screw and a few specks of dust on the counter.

"So, when is construction starting?"

Later...

"Outrageous! We don't have that many bits for a stinkin' fort!" Snips yells.

"All we got was a wee little twig."

"Well, lumber isn't cheap Snips." Button shrugs.

"You didn't TELL us it was expensive?"

"What was your plan: CHARM your way to free wood?"

Snips takes the to-do list from Pip's bag, tears a portion of the paper off and throws it away. "I-It doesn't matter! Right now, we need a new plan."

"I'm gonna see how Crash is doing if you guys wanna come. Maybe he'll know what to do."

"Great. With Crash, we'll make some major dough and NOT the dough you're thinking about, Snails."

The goofy colt hangs his head dejectedly.

Sometime later...

"Guys, guys the floor is moving!"

"Bugger! What's happening?!"

"Heh heh, I've seen weirder."

"Um, dudes-" Button says. "it's just a conveyor belt."

"I'm freaking out! I don't like CHANGE!"

"Neither do I!"

Snips and Pip shudder in each other's embrace while Snails stares blindly at blinking contraption.

"Whooves makes some pretty impressive stuff. He's like Steel from YourCraft, he can make anything out of anything."

Button and the uneasy colts enter the tinker room where the doctor is examining an abnormally large kernel.

"WOW, that's popcorn's HUGE, doc!" Snips exclaims.

"I call it 'BOOMcorn'. Perfect for certain get togethers and parties." Whooves states, gobbling the experiment and savoring it. "Hmm, not quite right."

The stallion spits the kernel into a nearby bin where a tiny pop knocks the can to its side. "Anywho, what can I do for you lads?"

"We came to get Crash."

"But of course, he's right over there...in the shade." Whooves cringes.

Button trots over and picks up the stiff toy and props him up against the window.

"GO, GO PONY RANGERS!!!"

"Crash, are you alright?"

"I'm FI-" the toy huffs in a deep raspy voice before coughing up a few nuts and bolts, clearing his throat. "I'm fine."

"How'd you end up in the shade, dude?"

"I was...OVERHEATING. Yes, the sun was harming my radiator core."

"But don't you, like, NEED sunlight to live? Seems kinda backwards if you overheat in the source of your pow-"

"SCIENCE BABBLE!" Crash barks, eyes glitching between his normal green and a blood red.

"Okay bro, chill.

"Need any further examinations, chap?" the doctor asks.

"I'll take it from here, doc."

The toy staggers up to his hind legs and walks toward the stairs.

"Uhhhh, I'm not the sharpest tool in the moldy log, but I'm not sure toys are supposed to walk like that." Snails says.

"Your oblivious nature amuses me."

Snails' eyes deviate.

"Shall we, gentlecolts?"

Button and the rest of the C.C.C hesitantly follow the little bot out of the lab. There, a rhythmic beeping sound stop the boys in their tracks.

"What's that sound?" Pip asks.

"Hey doctor, I didn't know you had a Diamond Demands here! I love this game!"

Every pony turns to see the goofy pegasus in the corner with a silver glowing block covered in wires, pushing every blinking light one after another. "Never could make it to Level 2. Took me alooooot of years to master this."

"GREAT GIDDY GEARS!!! MISS HOOVES, THAT'S THE FIRE ALARM. IT'S NOT FINISH YE-"

The device sends an ear-piercing alarm in the room and spews a mountain of extinguishing foam all over the wacky pair. "I'll...talk to you two later, chaps." Whooves sighs.

The boys shrug it off and trot back up the stairs, Snips staying behind to drag an entranced Snails out of the room.

"Ooooooh, whipped cream!" Derpy squeaks, slurping the foam. "ACK! Sour cream."

"Celestia, give me strength."

Back in Snips' basement the Cove...

"Rumble had us sketch out blueprints for the fort." Snips places a tall roll of paper on the Cove's meeting table. "This is our masterpiece!"

"OMC, this is gonna be swee-"

Button pauses as the saliva-covered, crinkled up poster unfurls onto the table before Button, covered head to hoof with crude, unidentifiable objects written entirely in smudgy crayon and a few unknown stains that the poor colt wouldn't DARE question.

"Ugh, more like a MESSterpiece.

"Pretty cool, am I right?"

"Umm....."

"May I interject and say that that is a incredible load of bull-"

"BELIEVABLELY awesome stuff!" Button cuts in. "Looking very....interesting."

"Well, we'll be having the cool stuff: pencil launchers, plank traps, watch towers, water balloons-"

"And LAVA." Crash adds.

"Yeah, that's awesome! La.....wait, lava?"

"Crash, don't you think that's a little too.....EXTREME." Button asks.

"You ARE trying to keep intruders out, correct? Well, what better way to effectively repel them than with searing hot lava."

"Tempting." Snips ponders. "But Button's right, that's too crazy, even for us. Plus, we don't know where to get such a thing."

"Maybe Spike might know where to-"

"Pip, zip it!"

"Sorry, fellas." Pip squeaks.

"Pip saying too much again?"

The colts see their "almighty Coltmaster" Rumble entering the basement with Tender Taps not far behind.

"We're discussing the Cove's defenses." Button states.

"With LAVA."

"WE'RE NOT USING LAVA, CRASH!!!" Snips barks.

"Sheesh, I wanna get ponies dancing til their hooves are on fire but this is ridiculous." Taps quips, with a TAP TAP, SLIDE.

"First off: TT, that was awful, go to the Corner of Shame and learn what you've done."

"I regret nothing, Coltmaster." The jamming little pony scoffs, moontrots over to the corner of the room.

"Second: Crash, pal. Lava isn't our thing bro. Too much work, ya know."

"Bud, something wrong?" Button asks.

"Negative. I am just making a rational suggestion for our defense systems, but let's continue with the weakling's direction."

"Maybe I should take him home. He's probably still salty over me upping the difficulty in Bash Run."

"I am not composed of ANY sort of sodium chloride in any fashion whatsoev-"

Button shoves the yapping toy in his school bag and heads for the door. "I'll.....talk to you guys later."

Author's Note

NOTE: Sorry for the long delay guys, had MAJOR writer's block.