"UGH! OMC, I'm gonna be in so much trouble!" Button blabbers on frantically.

"How come?" Crash asks.

"You can't stay here Crash! Everypony's gonna-"

Soon, the other foals come trotting into the room to their desks.

"Darn it! Look, just stay quiet and in here." he asks, shoving Crash back into the bag.

"Roger."

"Who's Roger?" Button whispers to himself.

After the others settle into their seats, Cheerilee comes out.

"Good morning class! You know what today is?" she asks cheerfully.

"Uuuh...show 'n tell projects're due today?" a colt in the back row asks.

"WHAT?!" Button screams in mind.

"That's right Snails!" she proclaims.

"I so bucking hate you, Snails! I completely forgot!"

Again, thanks to the recently released Super Bash Pones, Button has forgotten about the Father's Project, a show and tell-style presentation crafted by foals and their fathers/guardians.

Student by student, the spotlight slowly reaches towards the nervous foal.

"That was...an interesting project, Snips. I'm sure you and your father had a fun time. Button, you're next." Cheerilee says.

"O-Okay, then."

As Button digs through his bag searching for a decent item to talk about, his hoof brushes against an inanimate Crash.

"I'm. NOT. Doing that." he thinks.

He could practically FEEL the others' eyes watching him.

The only thing that was good enough to present was the Game-Guy, but he didn't make it, and he may have shown the thing over 100 times during show and tell.

No wonder ponies called him "nerd".

But he couldn't delay the inevitable, as he reaches for the toy.

"Remember, act natural." he whispers.

Button staggers to the front of the class, on the verge of having an anxiety attack.

He places Crash on Cheerilee's desk.

"Everypony, this is Crash." he says halfheartedly.

A still stiff Crash falls on his side.

"Heh, I'm surprised he didn't bring another Game-Guy as usual." Snips remarks.

A few scattered chuckles are heard in the room.

The embarrassed colt looks away.

"Well, it might be a little more interesting than propagating moss on a rock." Crash says, rising to his hooves.

The entire class, including Cheerilee, gasp in shock at the talking toy.

"Wowee, how'd he do that?!" AppleBloom asks astounded.

"My father works at the Haybro toy factory in Manehattan. He...helped me make a prototype of their latest plaything." Button states in a tone that ranges from unsure to confident.

"What is it called?" Silver Spoon asks.

"T-The, um...new Pony Ranger 2.0?" the fibbing colt stutters.

Everypony continues to stare at Crash in awe.

"I most certainly a-" Crash says before Button grabs him by the mouth.

"Can do alot of special fighting moves!" he 'finishes' for the toy. "He has his world famous karate chop action!"

An annoyed Crash rolls his eyes before lazily throwing his hoof out with a lackluster 'hi-yah'. Realizing he's more brain than brawn, Button brings him to the chalkboard.

"H-He is also incredibly smart. Show 'em, Crash!"

Crash grabs a stick of chalk and stretches his limbs as he confidently writes down an extremely complex math problem that even Cheerilee couldn't solve.

"And that's my project." Button concludes.

Soon, the whole class stomp in applause as the two walk back to Button's desk.

"Well, that was a really fun project, Button!" Cheerilee says happily. "You actually presented at the right time. Class, an announcement! Next week we're going on a field trip to Manehattan for the Haybro parade, and I think Button gave us a sneak peek of their new toy."

As everyfoal ooh'd and ahh'd at the news, Sweetie trots up to Crash.

"So, are you some kind of windup doll?" she asks poking the toy's barrel.

"In a way. I recuperate my power cells through solar rays." he states matter of factly.

The confused filly tilts her head in confusion.

"Sunlight keeps him up." Button sums up.

"Do you know any OTHER cool moves?" AppleBloom asks astounded.

"Are you good at doing homework?" Scootaloo asks excitedly.

"How much do you want for him, Button?!" Diamond Tiara asks desperately.

All the fillies and colts squabble about, crowding the two until Crash makes an ear-splitting high pitched ringing, forcing the others to back off.

"Sorry, guys. Crash isn't for sale." Button says.

His disappointed peers head back to their seats, dejected.

"All right students, time to get back to class." Cheerilee says.

"Although, do you mind staying with Sweetie Belle for a while?" he whispers.

Crash crosses his hooves and frowns.

"Joking. Just joking..."

Halfway through the school time, the bell rings as every foal rushes outside.

"Score! Recess!" the young colt exclaims with a hoof pump, trotting out the door.

"Oh, I didn't know this was a law school." Crash says intrigued. "A little young to be learning such a subject."

"What? No, no it's not THAT kinda recess, it's the fun one. Here, we play or just hang around." Button states.

"Interesting."

"Here, I'll show you."

Button places Crash on a patch of dirt near the roundabout and grabs a red ball.

"May I ask what the guidelines are?" Crash asks.

"There are no guidelines, silly. Just hold out your hooves and catch it." Button advises.

The toy sits on his hind legs and does as he's told as Button tosses the ball to him...

Only for it to bounce off Crash's head, knocking him to the ground.

"Did I do it correctly?" Crash asks, hooves still out.

"Eh, not quite. You try it."

He gets up and retrieves the ball.

"Okay, now just throw it to me." Button says.

Crash's arms slowly retract, with the ball still in hoof, to his chest before launching it like a pinball, knocking the wind out of Button and into a rose bush.

The curious plaything walks up to the grieving colt.

"That was quite enthralling." Crash says in a chipper tone.

"I-I think that's enough for today, buddy." Crash woozily says before falling on his face.

"Don't know yer own strength, do ya Crash?" AppleBloom chuckles.

Button lifts his head to see the Crusaders approaching them.

"The [nerd talk] in my hooves creates a [nerd talk]. It gives it the extra kick." Crash states.

"O...kay, then?" Scootaloo utters.

"It's alright, I didn't get it either." Button shrugs.

"Weren't YOU the one who made him?" AppleBloom says skeptically.

"W-Well, my dad did most of the inner workings, ya see, I did the design." he says nervously.

The southern filly's unsure expression causes the colt to sweat profusely.

"Hm, neat." she says nonchalantly.

Button sighs in relief as he wiggled his way out of the bush.

Later that day, the final bell rings, everypony gathers their belongings and trot to their homes, Button and Crash following after.

"Well, I'd say that was an extraordinary experience, wouldn't you?" Crash says serenely.

Button looks ahead and sees the fillies and colts galloping towards their fathers, talking to them about their day.

"Yeah, a great time." he says sullenly.

"Now that I think about it, why didn't you make a project with your father? That would've been an effective bonding experience." Crash asks.

He sighs, head down, before continuing forward.

"M-My dad's...never around m-much." Button says dolefully. "Once in a while he'd visit, but his job on the manufacturing line at Haybro always kept him busy."

"What about your mother, then?"

"We're good, she's fine. Although, she's not as outgoing as she was before dad took the job."

"Any close acquaintances, perhaps?" Crash says in concern.

"Eh, not really any CLOSE friends. I do talk to the Crusaders, but we don't really...hang out, ya know?"

"You seem to be pretty attached to the white pony." Crash points out.

"D-D'uh...I don't know what you're t-talking about." Button stutters, walking faster to hide his blush as he reaches the house.

"Hm, well it seems you're in need of a partner as much as I." the toy concludes.

"A-Are you saying you want to be friends?" Button asks in bewilderment.

"That's one way to put i-"

The ecstatic colt pulls Crash into a tight hug.

"Awesome! We'll be the new Sprocket and Plank!" he says excitedly.

"Whatever that is?" Crash says in confusion.

Soon, two mares walk by and see the P.D.F and utter an audible 'D'aww', prompting Button to roughly stuff Crash into his bag.

"Nothing to see here, just a normal colt playing with his normal toy!" Button exclaims nervously before rushing inside.

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