Whooves and Derpy: Legend of the Werehog!
Whooves and Derpy: Legend of the Werehog!
It was a peaceful night in Ponyville. Ponies are asleep, stores are closed for the day and all of the residents' produce are locked up tight. The reason being because the town's preparing for its annual "Veg Out" festival. There, everypony would do vegetable related activities and compete for the Golden Eggplant award.
The Cakes are the reigning champions of the competition with their prized plump pumpkin. Other competitors didn't mind for they get the best pumpkin pie out of it.
But with this event comes a big price.
Because of the amount of fruits and vegetables in the area, many woodland critters and other creatures would spoil everypony's hard work.
That is, until Ponyville's Ponies Enlisted to Stop Trespassers, or P.E.S.T, came to be.
Led by the eccentric Doctor 'Time Turner' Hooves, this organization is tasked with preventing animals from disturbing the festivities. It is a team comprised of Derpy...
And that's it. Everypony's too busy trying to win the eggplant.
But thanks to the Doc's intelligent mind and Derpy's...wackiness, this year's festival is extra secured with undercover garden tools.
Tonight, everypony's backyards are safe. Until something crawls through the Cake's garden fence.
The intruder trudges past an owl statue, whose eyes flashes red.
At Whooves' home
A picture of the Cakes is glowing among portraits of every pony in Ponyville in the living room. The stove in the kitchen turns on, steaming a teapot and activating a set of gizmos that lead to the slumbering doctor's quarters. The clock at his bedside goes off, unfazing the stallion. Soon, a chute sticks out of the wall and a marble rolls onto forehead startling him.
"Time to go to work." Whooves yawns as a spring throws him out of bed and through an opened hatch in the floor.
At Derpy's place
The mail-delivering pegasus is blissfully dreaming about many variations of a certain baked good until a framed picture above her on the wall opens to reveal a plate of muffins that attracts the mare's muzzle. As she follows the scent, she bumps into the wall, waking her up.
"MUFFINS! Wha-?" she blurts startled.
While Derpy gains her composure, she notices her alarm going off. "It's that time again." she says trotting out the door.
Meanwhile, Whooves is letting all the elaborate gadgets do the work as he slides down a steel chute into the P.E.S.T mobile, a specially modified cart equipped with the doctor's patented Hedge-Hauler 6000. Soon, Derpy casually walks in and climbs in beside Whooves.
"Morning, Miss Hooves. How are you today?" he asks in a chipper tone.
"Sleepy." she yawns. "Who's garden is it?"
"The Cakes. Seems to be a Category three on the property." he states matter of factly before revving up the contraption.
"That's a....worm, right?" Derpy asks quizzically.
"You're...learning, dear Derpy."
The P.E.S.T mobile rides out of Whooves' backyard and into the streets of Ponyville. Zipping through shortcuts and alleyways, the dysfunctional duo ~~barely~~ discretely reach Sugarcube Corner. As Doc applies the brakes, it makes a sickening 'SNAP'.
"Um, Derpy? We forgot to test the brakes, didn't we?" Doc asks.
"Afraid so, Doctor." she adds.
"Oh. Well that is rather dreadful, I must say."
As the out of control P-Mob drifts precariously off track, Derpy's holding on for dear life while Whooves pulls a lever that triggers a lasso in the mobile's rear to grapple onto a nearby lamppost, swinging the two conveniently next to the Cakes' garden.
"Well. That was a fine howdy do, wasn't it?" the shakened kook says.
The two take cover behind the garden's fence as Doc inspects the area through one of the fence's holes. Everything seemed clear until a dark, large gnashing being pops up. He turns to the curious mare, burlap sack in hoof, and gives her a nod. When the time was just right, Derpy leaps over the fence and traps the creature under the bag.
"I caught it! I caught- AHH!" she yells before the bag aggressively drags her around the garden.
"Brilliant! That's it lass, tire 'em out!" Whooves advises.
While the bag is yanking and thrashing Derpy, a few residents wake up and look out their windows complaining about all the commotion.
"Almost there. Almost there...gotcha!" Whooves exclaims catching the thieving monster in his 'Critter Catcher'. The creature in place, Derpy removes the sack, revealing a hedgehog with the Cakes' pumpkin.
Said Cakes come in, the kids Pound and Pumpkin each sleeping on their backs.
"Oh my, are you two alright?" Mrs. Cake asks worriedly.
"So that's our little monster of the night, eh?" Mr. Cake jokes, poking the critter. "So tiny and yet, so vicious. Never believed they cause so much damage."
"Oh they may look innocent, Mr. Cake," Whooves states. "But this is the ultimate vegetable-destroying machine."
Derpy leans in, giving the Cakes an expecting look.
"Okay. One bag of blueberry muffins for your 'heroic' actions." Mrs. Cake laughs.
After receiving their payment, the two ride off to the lab, getting a standing ovation from passing ponies.
"Hm. I wonder what they do with all those animals." Mrs. Cake wonders.
"I don't know, but I hope they take good care of them." Mr. Cake says.
The next morning
In the doctor's kitchen, Derpy is searching the drawers until she pulls out a large knife. She places a hedgehog near a cutting board and...
Slices little pieces of carrot and places them in a pet bowl.
"Here you go, Harry." she coos.
While the little thing tears into his breakfast, Derpy picks up dozens upon dozens of plates of carrots and dumps them one-by-one down little chutes leading to the basement, where all the rabbits, moles and hedgehogs are being kept.
Eventually, a metal slide sticks out of the ceiling near the dining room table. In slides the doctor as he lands in his seat.
"Morning, Derpy. How're the 'inmates' doing?" he asks.
"It's getting a bit full down there, to be honest." she states.
"All for a good cause. Another successful night, not a leaf nibbled." he exclaims reading the 'Foal Free Press'.
Whooves' stomach growls violently.
"Heh, well enough about that. Now for some tea and a great, big plate of crum-"
Derpy places a plate of salad on the table.
"Vegetables!" she happily presents.
Whooves stares at the plate confused.
"Heh. Still got me on the diet, eh Derpy?"
"Uh huh. You're kinda getting a little plump from all those dry crumpets and cakes." she says enthusiastically.
As he prepares to dig in, Whooves stops and gives Derpy a mischievous smile.
"Oh, Derpy how's that prized blueberry of yours? Must've been awhile since you measured it." he says.
Her eyes widen.
"Oh yeah! Almost forgot."
Whooves slowly lifts up a piece of lettuce to his mouth as Derpy leaves the room before stopping.
In the Doc's greenhouse, the pegasus nurses an enlarged blueberry, bigger than a whole filly, that she's been growing for months. Soon she hears a snapping sound and a yelp.
"I knew it was too good to be true." she sighs, rubbing her forehead.
Derpy trots back inside towards the Doc's studies and removes a mouse trap from the stallion's hoof.
"Caught red-hoofed am I, heh?" he winces.
She frowns.
"I'm sorry, Derpy. I know you're doing this for my own good. But...have you HAD a crumpet before?"
"I prefer MUFFINS." she retorts, proudly holding up the baked good.
"Well if I must make some changes, at least let me do it my way."
He pulls a lever and a round fishbowl-like helmet with two buttons is strapped around his head.
"With science!" he says determined. "Behold, my latest invention: the Persuader! It alters anyone's thoughts and desires. I haven't tested it yet, but it should be perfectly safe."
Derpy shields her eyes as Whooves reaches for the blue button until a bell rings, startling them.
"It seems somepony's at the door." he says, pulling a pipe out from under the table.
Derpy rubs her head in relief.
"Ponyville P.E.S.T Control here. How might we be of assistance?" he speaks into the device.
"Um yes, Whooves, Derpy?" the voice echoes through the tube.
"Oh, Mayor Mare! A delight. What can we do for you?"
"I have a bit of a hedgehog issue on the outskirts of town. The other ponies fear they'll slither their way into town." she states flustered.
Whooves pumps his hoof in the air with glee.
"Sweet Celestia, the population must be REALLY going up." he whispers to Derpy. "Don't worry Mayor. We'll warm up the PM and be with you soon!" he dramatically declares.
With all creatures fed and the PM revved up, P.E.S.T traverse to the outer part of town near Fluttershy's cottage.
Whooves parks and equips his personal favorite tool: the 'Super Sucker 3000'. He aims at a nearby hedgehog until something catches his attention.
"Burrowing bandits!" he exclaims.
Before him was a large group of both hedgehogs and bunnies waddling about.
"How many do you think there are?" Derpy asks.
"Probably about tons, perchance."
She whimpers at the statement.
"But it's nothing P.E.S.T couldn't handle." he assures. "Let's get to work, shall we?"
Her ears perk up and she nods.
"If only Fluttershy wasn't on a friendship retreat with Twilight and the rest. She'd be of great help." Whooves thought.
Whooves targets a lone hedgehog nibbling on a daisy that hastily buries itself into the ground after catching sight of him. He shoves the sucker into the hole and attempts to extract the pest.
It's not very effective.
"Hmm, feisty little one, aren't you?" he says as he sets the contraption on 'Full Blast', sending the creature flying out of a hole a few feet away.
"Incoming!" he yells, diving for the hog and cautiously catches it with the Critter Catcher. "Success! How're you coming along, Miss Hooves?"
The ditzy pegasus is struggling to remove her sucker that has HALF of her face stuck inside while the surrounding animals are watching her thrashing about in amusement.
"Brilliant thinking, Derpy! A diversion!"
As she continues to get unstuck, Whooves scoops up the distracted critters group by group and packs them up in a tall container behind the PM.
"Genius! What an absolutely extraordinary, albeit unorthodox, method. Well done, Derpy." he says reversing the sucker, forcing the pegasus's head out of the gadget.
"Heh. Thanks doctor." she says out of breath.
Triumphantly rolling into town, the duo make their way to Town Hall. There, they run into Mayor Mare, who's currently getting everything set for the festival in a few days.
"Hello again Mayor. Subject is disarmed and neutralized." Whooves states proudly.
The Mayor's jaw drops at the sight of packed up pests.
"Wow! That was...surprisingly quick. I'm impressed." she says in shock.
"It...kinda sucked." Derpy inserts, wincing as she rubs her muzzle. "But I've been through worse."
"What would Ponyville do without you two?" Mare asks.
"Perhaps contacting Fluttershy?" Whooves suggests.
"Eh, she probably wouldn't appreciate your...'creative' style of dealing with the animals. If only there were a way to make them hate vegetables until the event is over. But, what the hay. It's nature and you can't change that, can you?" she laughs.
"Hmm, indeed." he agrees.
Eventually, a light on the PM flashes above the doctor's head as his eyes widen.
"Oop. Outta gas." Derpy says.
That night, in Whooves' basement
"Why didn't we think of it before, Derpy?" he says dumbfounded. "The absolute solution to our little pest problems!"
"Why do you say that?" she asks chomping on a muffin.
"By simply connecting the P.E.S.T Mobile's critter container to the Persuader, we could alter the creature's behavior! Elementary, dear friend." he elaborates while hooking everything up. "They would hate vegetables!"
"But, isn't that wrong?" Derpy muffles.
"Oh, it is only temporary, lass! Until the festival is over will I revert them back to normal."
Whooves straps the Persuader on and a spare helmet on Harry, who's eating pieces of cabbage in his pet bowl, and sits him down on a chair across from him.
"Mmm, but I feel it the smart way is to test it on one for safety measures." he adds.
"I don't know about this, Doc." she whines.
"Relax, just a bit of harmless brain manipulation, that's all."
He presses the blue button and stares at the hedgehog.
"Vegetables, bad. Fruits, bad. Scurry away from it all."
While relaying the message, Whooves pushes the blue button again, and transparent vegetables appear through the glass tube and travel into a jar dangling from the pipe as Derpy watches in awe.
"I think about 3 minutes should suffice and then we'll move along to the rest." he says pulling out a newspaper.
Meanwhile, a fly buzzes over and perches on Derpy's half-eaten muffin.
"Shoo. Shoo!" she says annoyed.
The fly doesn't budge so she throws the muffin. It soars through the air...
And lands on the Persuader's RED button.
"Oh, well that's not well at all." Whooves nervously says.
The transparent veggies and Whooves' thoughts scramble throughout the tubes, combining themselves and forced right back into Harry and Whooves' minds. The machine sparks, fizzles and clangs about as Doc struggles to remove the helmet.
"Derpy! Assistance would be nice!" he winces as the Persuader begins to crack.
The frantic pegasus searches around the lab and finds a wrench. She gallops towards Doc and strikes the dome, shattering it.
"Doctor, are you okay?! I'm SO sorry!" she babbles worriedly.
"Unh, don't fret Miss Hooves. I myself have also been through worse blunders than this." he painfully assures.
He comes to his senses and notices Harry violently shaking in the chair.
Derpy pets him to put him at ease, to no avail.
"Did it work?" she asks.
"Only one way to find out."
Whooves places Harry's pet bowl in front of the startled scamp.
He sniffs it a few times before kicking the bowl over in disgust.
"Huzzah! A reformed hedgehog!" he happily proclaims.
"What about the others?" Derpy asks.
"We'll just return them to their pens. I've had enough mind manipulation for one day." he groans.
Derpy puts the jittering creature in his cage.
"See you tomorrow, Harry." she coos.
The captured animals are put in their respective pens and the duo part ways.
While Whooves passes the kitchen to his bedroom, he sees a pack of crumpets in one of the cabinets. As he reaches for one, he thinks back at how how much his dear friend cared for his health. He shakes his head, closes it back in the cabinet and continues on.
Later that night
All the animals in Whooves' basement tremble as Harry's cage shakes erratically until it shatters to pieces.
At Roseluck's garden
The yellow coated mare and her two siblings are tending to their enormous garden. A large variety of vegetables, fruits and plants of all kinds.
"Do you think we could win this year?" Lily asks.
"I don't know. The Cakes' pumpkin DID look bigger than last time." Daisy states.
"Don't worry girls," Rose assures. "At least we get a delicious pie out of it!"
The sisters all nod in agreement.
Soon, a low rumble alerts the mares.
"Did you hear that?" Rose asks.
"Yeah. What was that?" Lily says.
Subsequently, Daisy notices a carrot sink into the ground.
"Uh, g-girls?" she stutters.
Soon every carrot in the patch vanish into the ground, followed by the cabbages, the melons and eventually the whole crop as the ground rumbles louder.
"What's happening?!" Rose screams.
A mound of dirt bursts open, splattering dirt all over the sisters. Then, a bulky tall figure crawls out of the ground. One look at the creature's large paw sends the sisters running into their homes.
"Where's P.E.S.T?!" Lily screams, slamming the door.
The shadowy being soon gobbles up everything in the garden. And soon it begins trespassing on pony's properties, eating vegetables and damaging P.E.S.T's traps with ease before bounding into the night.
The following morning
Whooves wakes from his slumber to the sound of his front door slamming. As he groggily walks towards the commotion, the clumsy pegasus comes running into him.
"I say, what's the hurry Miss Hooves?" he asks startled.
She looked like she fought an entire army.
"Big....trouble. Town...mad!" she pants heavily.
At the same time, an angry mob of ponies surround the house's entrance. Most of them are stained in mud and half-eaten fruits and vegetables.
"Great giddlywhacks! What happened here?!" he says utterly shocked.
"The real question is what happened to you?!" Rose says accusingly.
The crowd jeers along.
"I don't quite understand. Our P.E.S.T traps should've worked swimmingly." Whooves says.
"Well they obviously didn't." Cranky Doodle inserts, presenting a small torn up cage to the two.
Whooves and Derpy's eyes widen at the carnage inflicted on the contraption.
"Who would do this?" Derpy says worriedly.
"I have a theory." a voice states. "Judging by the aggressive destruction to gardens in particular, this could be the work of a Werehog."
The voice grows louder as it pushes past the crowd to reveal Bon Bon.
"What is a Werehog?" Derpy asks.
"A pretty nasty creature capable of breaking anything in its way to get what it wants." Bon Bon says.
Mutters and concerned gasps fill the air.
"Why would it come here of all places?" Whooves retorts.
"They only appear in areas with abnormally large vegetation."
Soon, everypony's attention turns to Sugarcube Corner.
"Don't even THINK about it!" another voice yells sternly.
It was Mayor Mare.
"Just because the Cakes' pumpkin was untouched doesn't mean we immediately accuse them. This isn't what the Veg Out is all about. Sure, this creature is a...big fellow," she states looking at the mangled traps. "But I believe the P.E.S.T team can find a way around this situation. I say we give them a second chance."
Most of the crowds faces lighten up and they nod.
"But how are THEY going to fix this?" Cranky asks.
Mare looks at the two with an expectant smile.
As Whooves ponders the solution, Derpy's ears perk up.
"With a bigger trap!" she proudly concludes.
A few silent seconds go by until the ponies soon stomp in applause, declaring the goofy pegasus's idea 'ingenious'.
As everypony moves on about their day, a thought occurs in Derpy.
"How are we gonna make a trap THAT big?"
"No fear, Miss Hooves. You're idea gave me the perfect solution." Whooves says.
"Oh good." she sighs in relief. "Whatever it is, I bet it's a good idea!"
Later, that night
"I don't know about this, Doctor." Derpy says unsurely. "This feels unsafe."
"Don't fret lass. Just do what the foals today call it and 'strut your stuff' tonight." Whooves assures.
"Oh, alright then."
Right there, P.E.S.T's latest idea yet was put into fruition. While Doc's navigating the P-Mobile, Derpy's atop its roof.
Dressed as a tall female hedgehog.
As she's paraded around in the stuffy outfit, ponies nearby stared in either awe or confusion. Heeding the doctor's words, Derpy starts hopping in place, waving her "paws" sparatically.
"Ooooh, I'm a hedgehoooog. Whooo wants to plaaaayy?!" she says in a ghostly tone.
Whooves pokes his head out the window, observing her animal magnitude.
"Umm, we're not trying to spook the fellow, Derpy. Try being a little more...attractive, maybe?" he asks.
She blushes, understanding what he meant.
"Doctor, what mare do you think I am?!" she says offended.
"Not THAT way, Miss Hooves. I meant be attractive to a hedgehog. We ARE trying to lure the thing away, aren't we?"
"Oh. That makes sense, I guess."
The poppy pegasus goes full Pinkie Pie mode and starts 'strutting her stuff', waving vegetables in the air.
"Come and get it!" she squeaks seductively.
"Oh, I say. That's more like it, lass! We'll catch this thing in no time."
Two and a half hours later
"We'll catch this thing in no time." Derpy says tired, slowing down with her moves.
"It makes no sense. We've looked all over Ponyville and no 'Werehog' in sight." Whooves states dumbfounded.
"Maybe it's- WOAH!" Derpy's cut off as she falls off the PM and faceplants hard on the ground.
Whooves stops the vehicle and walks out towards his fallen ~~decoy~~ partner.
"We should probably call it a night, get some rest." he suggests.
"I'm a princess muffiiiin." she says groggily as she staggers to her hooves.
"A LOT of rest, indeed."
The two ponies put their equipment away and head for bed.
While Derpy reaches her home with a bag of seducing tools (i.e. vegetables), a clanging ruckus alerts her ears.
"Um, is anypony there?" she asks slightly shooken.
The sound of metal thrashing was echoing out of a nearby alleyway. As the pegasus investigates the noise, she spots someone bulky is sloppily rooting through a trash can.
"Bulk, is that you?"
The figure stops and turns to her. It starts to waddle out of the shadows and into the moonlight.
It had dark brown fur, a sharp set of claws and an insatiable appetite for vegetables.
"A-Are you the...?" she stutters in fear.
The large creature growls low as it crawls closer to the shaking mare. Reacting on instinct, she tosses her bag at its muzzle and books it for the door.
Looking through her window, she sees the beast greedily scarf down her 'tools'.
"I-It's the Werehog!" she screams in bewilderment. "I've gotta tell the doctor!"
It eventually dawns on her that Whooves is halfway across town so that plan's considered implausible. While pacing to find the best move, Derpy notices a grappling gizmo, given to her by Whooves, and gets an idea. Hesitantly, she stands tall, hoof held high.
"We are P.E.S.T, and we are the best!" she shouts encouraged.
She grabs the device and charges for the door.
Before crashing into it.
"Whoop, gotta open the door first, heh."
Opening the door, the pegasus spots her target still searching her bag.
As she prepares to take the shot, the sound of the device clicking alerts the beast and it runs off.
"Oh, no you don't!" Derpy bellows before firing.
And completely misses.
The claw ricochets against walls, lampposts and signs before wrapping around the Werehog's hind leg.
"OMC! I caught it! I actually-"
At that moment, Derpy realized the lack of logic in her plan.
"Muffins..." she utters before being aggressively dragged away by the monster.
The Werehog starts galloping through the streets, making sharp turns trying to shake off the mare, who's holding on for her life. The creature leaps over a cart of apples, leading the pegasus to CRASH inside it, being pulled like a sled.
The rough chase leads outside of Ponyville, where the monster burrows underground, bringing Derpy with it. Mud splattering her form and her grip losing gain, the grappler gives out and the Werehog digs away.
"Dang it! This can't get any-" she's cut off as a pile of dirt buries her.
The next day
Derpy had been following the monster's underground trail all night, trying to locate its hideout. Dark tunnels and holes for miles around never deterred the perserverant pegasus.
Eventually, she finds a light at the end of a tunnel.
"Thank Celestia! Sunlight." she says euphorically.
She jumps from the hole in a goofy karate stance, ready to face her most ultimate pest yet, but finds herself in Whooves front lawn. Ornaments were cracked, the Werehog hole took up HALF of the yard and the front door's slightly unhinged.
Entering the pigsty that was Whooves' humble home, Derpy finds the doctor pacing frantically.
"This is dreadful. Unbelievably dreadful." the nutty professor whispers to himself.
"Doctor?" she says in confusion.
"Oh, Miss Hooves thank goodness you're here lass!"
"What happened here?"
"It appears a robbery had occurred the other night. Trying to wrap my head around the perpetrator."
"Could it be the Werehog?" she asks.
"I highly doubt it, why'd you say that?"
Derpy points to one of Whooves' windows. He peers through the curtains and sees the destruction outside.
"Wild wiggling widgets!" he exclaims in shock. "Why would the fellow come here?"
"Dunno, only thing here is-" she pauses and her eyes go wide.
She dips past Whooves towards the greenhouse and barges in, only to find the room clean and blueberry untouched.
"Whew. That was close." she sighs in relief.
But then another thought occurs.
"The animals!"
Derpy zips down to the basement where the animals are shivering in fear in the far corners of the room, focused on something ahead. Turning to the problem, Derpy's jaw sinks.
"It just doesn't add up. Why would such a creature show up-" he stops as he found his answer. "Here?"
The two stare at the splintered remains of Harry's cage.
"Harry?" Derpy calls out.
Whooves walks up to the pile and reaches for the slumbering hedgehog atop it.
"Oh, Derpy. It seems Harry's the Werehog." he concludes, picking the drowsy animal, who's twice his size, off the pile. "The Persuader! It must've altered his primitive pest behavior, and now when the moon appears, he undergoes a hair-raising transformation.
"Poor Harry." Derpy whimpers.
"Great giddy gators, this is...absolutely...fantastic!" he shouts in excitement. "So, we found our monster, but we've also CAPTURED it! I can't wait to tell the Mayor the great news!"
Whooves throws a coat on and happily trots out.
"Make sure he doesn't escape this time, Miss Hooves!" he says before closing the front door, that falls to the ground seconds later.
Derpy looks at the plump Harry in confusion.
"Now, what to do with you?" she ponders.
The ancient gears in her mind slowly turn as she gets an idea.
With a bowl, a stick, a rock and a box, Derpy constructs...a box cage with a rock to hold it in place.
"Don't run off again, Harry!" she asks as she leaves the basement.
To ensure he wouldn't, she places a cylinder block against the door.
As a way to pass time, Derpy decides to spruce the place up, starting with the Werehog tracks leading upstairs.
As she sweeps away pawprint by pawprint, a rather pungent odor assaults her nostrils until she notices the dirt trail leading to Whooves' bedroom.
"That's weird." she says to herself.
Upon entering, to her horror, she is exposed to a large pile of rotting fruits and vegetables on top of the doctor's bed.
"I've gotta find the doctor!" she yells running downstairs and out the open front door.
At Town Hall
"Okay, the bouncy castle is set up, hoof painting stand on standby, heh." Mayor Mare chuckles, checking off her list for the preparations. "There's also the bunny hop sack race, the rhubarb pie eating contest, Doctor Whooves- oh!" she exclaims, running into the anticipating doctor.
"Whooves. What brings you here?"
"It's about the beast, Mayor. I have stupendous news!" he states.
"Oh, how thrilling! Come along, you must see the festivities." she asks trotting off.
Whooves scratches his mane before following her.
Meanwhile, Derpy gallops as fast as her hooves could carry her to the town hall, clumsily tripping past practically everything in sight.
"Sorry-OOF! Pardon me, excuse me, sorry again! My bad!" she yells.
"That's amazing!" Mare says happily. "With the creature in captivity, everything'll go smoothly tomorrow night. P.E.S.T has saved the day again."
"Twas nothing. We plan on heading to the Everfree for a cure later." Whooves states.
"Ooh, sounds dangerous."
"Don't worry, Mayor. Team P.E.S.T. have nerves of steel."
Out of the blue, Derpy comes barreling into a lamppost with an awning blocking her sight and Celestia knows how many things entangled to the poor thing.
"M-Most of the time." he chuckles.
"I'm okaaaaayy!" Derpy moans woozily.
That evening
Whooves and the dazed pegasus are riding the P-Mobile through the eerie Everfree Forest in search of the key component for the Werehog's cure.
"Ugh, how much longer?" Derpy winces, clutching a bag of ice to her forehead.
"Not that long, just a little further." he assures.
As the sun begins to set, the gloomy forest gets questionably foggier by the second.
"How peculiar. We should obtain the orchid fast and move on, shall we?"
Whooves parks the vehicle and grabs his lantern as he searches the moss covered roots.
While the doctor examines the area, Derpy struggles to remember what she was going to tell him.
"It's on the tip of my muzzle, I just can't-" she groans.
"Found it!"
Soon, her train of thought hits the breaks as she sees Whooves digging away at a nearby tree.
"Righty-o, let's get this to the lab, shall we?" he says, sacking a few samples.
Suddenly, as he nears the P-Mobile, a low rustling gets his attention. The noise travels from shrub to shrub when an odd smell hits the doctor.
"I say, was that you Miss Hooves?"
"U-Uh, Doctor?" Derpy stutters, shaking.
"There's nothing wrong with admitting it."
"D-Doctor?"
"Are you alright, lass?"
The frightened pegasus points at something behind him. Whooves hesitantly turns to see two tall figures towering over him.
"T-T-T-T-" Derpy whimpers.
"Indeed it is, Miss Hooves."
Before them were two large, ravenous Timberwolves, slobbing a pool of rotten sap as they close the distance between the ponies.
"M-My, you're a big group of fellows aren't you?" he utters nervously. "W-We we just leaving, don't worry about us."
The two savages notice him shuffling his way to the vehicle and one pulls back in a pouncing position.
"Doctor, get out of there!"
Whooves jumps into a full sprint as the wolf leaps at the stallion.
The creature's sharp wooden teeth nearly graze his mane before it gets pelted with apples.
The doctor falls to the ground and sees his faithful assistant shooting fruit at the Timberwolf's head.
"Take that!" she yells.
The mare's first shot was the only one to distract the beasts, for the rest barely even reach their field of vision.
"I'll get 'em this time, almost!"
The other wolf jumps towards Derpy, gnashing its teeth. Out of nowhere, Whooves dives in the way, catching the creature's teeth in his hoof.
"WHOOVES!" Derpy screams.
Miraculously, the unfazed doctor LIFTS the wolf, shakes its grip and chucks it against a tree, shattering it to splinters, shocking the mare.
"Ooh, that's a DEEP one, that is." he says inspecting his wound.
"Whooves..." Derpy says worried.
The other wolf wipes the mushed up apple off its face prepares to attack, the moon illuminates the forest.
Soon, it all came back to the amnesiac pegasus.
"Doctor! I remem-"
She pauses when the stallion turns to her, noticing a set of sharp fangs in his mouth.
"Doctor?"
All of a sudden, Whooves starts fidgeting and shaking about when his light-brown coat gets progressively bushier, all the while claws force their way out of his hooves. The inventor howls and hunches over in discomfort as his tail's fur become prickly and grows twice the size of his former self.
Teeth sharp as kitchen knives and need of vegetables stronger than ever, Whooves finally transforms into the monster he'd intended to capture. The frightened Timberwolf turns to run, only for the Werehog to grab its hind leg and slam it to bits against a boulder, letting out a loud howl.
A quivering Derpy crawls back in her seat as the monster creeps his way towards her. A hair away from the mare's face, the Werehog bears his sharp teeth.
"D-Doctor, snap out of it!" she squeaks in fear.
Before doing any harm, the creature is distracted by a smell. He licks his lips in anticipation before bounding further into the forest, leaving the hyperventilating pony clutching to the seat.
"This isn't good." she whines.
While pondering the situation, Derpy sees the pile of lumber begin to reform. She frantically takes the wheel and pursues after the monster into the night.
Meanwhile, at Lyra Heartstrings' home
The unicorn and her friend, 'Bon Bon' are searching the living room for a certain item.
"Are you sure it's here, Bon?" she yawns. "Couldn't this wait til tomorrow?"
"Positive. There's a way to stop this monster and we have to find it."
After some snooping around, the secretive mare finds a thick brown book labelled 'Myths and Legends Vol. 2'. Bon Bon flips through the pages from the Adorable Snowmare to the Missing Pink until she lands on the desired page.
"Here it is." she says.
Suddenly, lightning strikes and a thunderous boom shakes the house, startling the sleepy unicorn.
"What was that about?" Lyra asks. "Pegasus Patrol aren't usually out this hour."
Bon Bon skims past the pages, looking for the beast's weakness.
"Carrot juice." she utters.
"Uh uh, not after the other night's....incident." Lyra protests.
"N-Not for me! That's its weakness, carrot juice."
"Out of all the carrots that thing gobbled up, it hasn't changed yet?"
"It needs to be chemically made....and freshly squeezed."
"Eh, whatever floats your boat, I'm going to bed." the drowsy unicorn yawns. "Night best friend."
"We're gonna capture this beast." Bon Bon says determined.
Thunder strikes.
"Maybe I should return this book."
The next morning, the bewildered pegasus awaits at the dining room table reading the latest edition of the Foal Free Press.
Eventually, the metal chute leans out of the wall, dropping loads of half-eaten, rotting vegetables on the floor before an unusually chipper Whooves plops down into his seat.
"Good morning, Miss Hooves! How've you been?" he says.
Derpy's eyes widen.
"I-Is something the matter?"
She slowly walks to the doc's side and pulls out a mirror.
"I- oh my!" he exclaims.
The stallion jumps in surprise as he sees his ears are abnormally large and fluffier.
"Huh, would you look at that. That is a bit odd, isn't it?"
"You don't remember anything?" she says confused.
"Remember what, lass?"
"T-That you're the Werehog?"
The two stare in silence before the oblivious inventor bursts into laughter.
"Oh, that is absurd Miss Hooves." he chortles. "We all know Harry's the beast."
Derpy frowns, trots in the kitchen and returns with a box of crumpets and a basket of celery.
"Whataya think of THIS?" she presents.
"Why, those are a box of Li'l Derby's crumpets."
"Don't you wanna eat them?"
"Eh, I'm not entirely craving such rubbish." he scoffs. "Where are you going with thi-"
Whooves pauses as the mare waves the basket of celery in front of his slobbering face.
"How about these?" she asks slyly.
"Y-Yes, I would fancy a plate of...of-"
He stops himself and shakes the enticing basket from his sight.
"I'm afraid that proves nothing, Miss Hooves." he chuckles. "Heh, soon you'll say that, oh Harry's turned into me."
Then, Derpy's mind clicks.
"I'm still utterly lost at what you're going with this 'theory' of yours, Derpy."
The stubborn pegasus leads the ignorant stallion downstairs toward the basement. There, Whooves sees her foolproof trap holding the critter.
"Is that what you used to contain the little one?" he asks.
She pulls out a fresh, crispy crumpet and waves it in the air, making kissing sounds.
The lumpy cardboard box bounces and shifts its way to the pair.
"H-Harry, old chap?"
Suddenly, a tall Harry bursts from the box and over Derpy's hoof, grabbing the baked good and gobbling it whole.
"That was a delectable treat as always Miss Hooves, thanks a bunch." he says in a Trottingham accent.
The duo flinch in surprise at the hedgehog's ability of speech.
"Told ya, heh." Derpy says.
The intelligent creature waddles off and straps a collar and green tie, mimicking the stallion's fashion design.
"Oh....dear."
Town Square
The chipper Mayor Mare triple checks tonight's festival, excited to keep things on schedule.
"Filly-Go-Round, fully operational. Tomato Toss, a smashing success. Angry mob of ponies marching towards me with harmful intent- oh!"
Said mob of ponies confront the Mayor, covered in dirt and mushed fruit.
"What's seems to be the trouble, citizens?" she asks startled.
"That foul monster's at it again, that's the trouble!" Cranky grunts.
The rest of the crowd rabbles in agreement.
"I don't understand, P.E.S.T. told me they have the beast in captivity."
"Say that to Colgate's mint bush, torn to pieces!" a mare says pointing to the unicorn mare's ruined plant.
"I was gonna name her 'Crest'." she whines.
The Mayor ponders on the situation.
"Ugh, there must be another way."
"There is."
Everypony turns their attention to the proposing voice.
Bon Bon and Lyra walk through the crowd into view.
"Werehog's are weak against chemically altered carrot juice." Bon Bon states "We're locked and loaded and ready to send the beast back to Tartarus."
She pulls out a baster and squirts the orange liquid at a nearby flower pot, wilting up the plant to oblivion.
"Oh dear." Mayor cringes. "I don't know if that's really a safe idea."
"Wake up and smell the alfalfa, Mayor! Bring on the juice!" the grumpy donkey demands.
Soon, the entire town starts to chant 'Juice'. Mayor finally cracks and calms the mob.
"Alright then. I'll...go let the doctor know." she huffs in annoyance before trotting away.
Back in the basement, near sundown
"Now, I think it was a dash- NO, a drop...or was it a drip?"
Whooves tries to remember the right amount of ingredients for the cure while Derpy analyzes Harry.
"I say, Miss Hooves, old bean has quite the ears."
The hedgehog's obliviousness confused the pegasus.
"Wait, is it sodium fluoride or fodium sluoride? Darn it all!" Whooves exclaims, slamming his head on the tinker table. "Pardon my language, ol' mind's a tad slow."
"Oh, it's not that bad, I believe you can do it." Derpy says
"I can't mix this confounded concoction." he groans, tossing the bowl of orchid petals aside. "All this brain's good for is desiring veggies."
The pegasus consoles the moping doctor while Harry waddles over to examine the bowl.
"Interesting." he mutters.
He picks up the ingredients and professionally measures them.
"Seems quite simple, my good stallion. If you add the snips of the orchid stems with a dab of ginger root-"
Whooves jumps up and sees the calculating critter creating the formula.
"If I can't make it-" he concludes. "Maybe the...Harry 'me' can!"
"I told you could do it." Derpy says proudly.
Then, the doorbell rings.
"Doctor? Doctor are you there?"
"Oh crumbs, the mayor's here! She can't see me like this." a sparatic Whooves says pacing around the room, brushing his enlarged ears. "Har- WHOOVES, how long will it take to perfect the cure?"
"Eh, about a half hour I suppose." he states.
He continues freaking out as Derpy rummages through the box containing most of the inventor's past gadgets and pulls out a winter cap.
"I've got an idea." she says triumphantly.
Mare prepares to knock when Whooves opens the door.
"Mayor, what can I do for you tonight?" he says casually.
"Um, yes well it's about the Werehog, doctor. According to the citizens-"
As she continues, the moon rises, lighting up the neighborhood. Soon, Whooves notices his fur getting prickly. He struggles to keeps a straight smile as his teeth grow sharper, forcing him to suck his lips in.
"And it seems you don't exactly know where the creature is so, by popular demand, I'm afraid you'll have to leave it to Agent Sweetie Drops to stop the beast and banish it to Tartarus." she states.
"Tartarus?!" the three exclaim simultaneously.
"Yes, it wasn't an easy decision, believe me. But the festival HAS to come first. Soon, this'll all blow over and-"
Then, Whooves' fore hooves begin to morph into claws, prompting him to sit on his flank to hide them.
"I-I completely understand!" he muffles. "But now's not a convenient time. Thanks for coming by!"
With that, he quickly shuts the door.
"Oh." Mayor squeaks shocked. "That...was easier than expected."
Derpy inspects through the window before giving the doctor(s) the all clear.
"Uhn, Miss Hooves...I c-can't...fight it!" he moans in a gravelly voice.
Suddenly, his tail puffs in a bushy form as his spine stretches his body to the absolute limit. Whooves' muzzle turns rough and rigid as he succumbs to the beast within. The monster howls in anticipation as he gallops for the kitchen, Derpy tugging at his tail with her teeth.
"You have to fight it, doctor!" she mumbles.
The Werehog shakes her off and stuffs his face into the basket of celery. The lightbulb in the pegasus' mind blinks and she dashes downstairs.
"Har- ugh, WHOOVES! You finish up the cure thingy."
"Will do, Miss Hooves. Love the leadership." Harry says impressed.
"Don't try to flatter me, doc! I'M the one who'll be doing that...and I'm not gonna like it." she whispers to herself, pulling something furry from a large box.
In the kitchen, the greedy giant scarfs down around every inch of the basket until something catches his eye. He looks at the door leading to the backyard to see a little female hedgehog waving at him in a flirtatious manner.
"H-Hey there.....handsome?" the hedgehog gulps.
He drops the basket, mouth agape.
"OMC, OMC, OMC!!!"
The disguised mare turns tail and jumps the fence, Werehog not far behind."
The Veg-Out! Festival
Fireworks pop in a blaze of glory, rides whirling at sickeningly rapid rate, cotton candy cottony than ever and foals screaming their manes off, what would you expect in a festival?
While most ponies enjoyed all they could, others were alive and alert, scanning for the thieving beast's impending intrusion. Meanwhile, a worried Mayor tries to take her mind off the Werehog's harsh fate, but playing at the 'Hurl-A-Hog' surprisingly doesn't ease her stress.
"I hope those two go easy on the poor thing." she wonders.
Somewhere further in Ponyville, Secret Agent Sweetie Drops and Not-So Secret Agent Lyra are searching the town for the monster.
"Tell me again Lyra, why would the monster be at the hat store?" Sweetie Drops asks rubbing her forehead.
"Because this sunhat has a 24 karat jewel, I can't let the monster beat me to it!" she states.
While contemplating her partner choices, Sweetie spots a little Werehog hurdling over fences with a larger one in hot pursuit.
"There it is, let's go!"
Sweetie gallops off, leaving Lyra staring at the hat display.
"Ooh, are those glitter stitches? Nice."
"LYRA!"
"Coming! I'll be back for you later."
The unicorn catches up with her partner, who's equipped her baster for the beast.
"Initiate Code P.O.L.O!" she exclaims.
"Aww, I hate that code, feels demeaning!" Lyra whines.
"For Ponyville!"
"Ugh, fine. For Ponyville, I guess."
Sweetie leaps onto her friend's back as she aims for the hopping hog, all the while the pegasus strains to fly through the itchy costume.
"Almost, keep it steady! Almost..."
An exhausted Derpy trips over the final fence and cornered against a greenhouse.
"Ready-"
A lovestrucken Whooves crawls near her in excitement.
"Aim-"
The doctor's breath nearly demolishes her sense of smell, he was getting close.
"FIRE!"
Lyra jumps in the air as Sweetie squirts the acidic juice at the Werehog's back, burning a patch of fur on his neck. He lets out a thunderous roar, which could be heard from the festival. Mayor Mare hangs her head in disappointment over the creature's pain while everypony else cheers twice as much.
Whooves nibbles at his back before running away in agony.
The two agents approach the Werehog outfit, ready to strike.
"Haha, that was fun!" Lyra says giddily. "We caught 'em!"
"We caught ONE of them."
"Yeah, we- wait what?!"
Soon, Derpy emerges from the ripped up disguise, beaten and bruised.
"Derpy?!" they say in unison.
"In the feathers, heh." she utters before collapsing to the ground.
"Why were dressed as the monster for, Nightmare Night isn't til a couple weeks." Lyra asks.
"W-Whooves is the Werehog."
"That's crazy, Whooves is too...mild-mannered to cause THIS much destruction." Sweetie states.
"It's true!"
"Prove it then." Lyra inserts.
Almost on cue, Harry comes in waving a glowing blue bottle.
"Miss Hooves, I think I've completed the formula! Oh evening, ladies."
The mare's jaws drop.
"Told ya so."
"H-How is this-" Sweetie Drops stutters.
"I'll explain, first we have to find the doctor!"
As they prepare to head off, a thought occurs to the pegasus. She makes a quick trip to the greenhouse in the lab and cuts the vine to her giant blueberry.
Back at the event, the mayor is judging some of the biggest produce in Ponyville until an anxious Lyra approaches her.
"Um, Mayor there's something you need to know." she cringes with every word.
"I'm kind of in the middle of something here what is it?"
"I-I don't want to cause any sort of-"
"SNIPS! SNAILS! GET THOSE FILTHY WORMS AWAY FROM THOSE GRAPES!" she hollers through her megaphone.
The mischievous colts run off cackling.
"Sorry about that, continue."
"We....maaay have....kinda not... caught the monster yet?"
"YOU HAVEN'T CAUGHT THE MONSTER YET!"
The unicorn slams her face into her hooves as the megaphone echoes throughout the festival, silencing everything.
"My bad." Mare says.
Soon everypony erupts into a massive panic, parents grab their foals and gardeners with their veggies. Rides shut down and stallions hide in barrels as a big mound of dirt digs under the ground heading towards the Cakes and their pumpkin.
"Oh, dear." Mrs. Cake says nervously.
The dirt mound approaches the shaking crowd at the judging display before spontaneously taking a sharp turn away from the stage. Suddenly Sweetie Drops and Lyra lure the doctor with the P-Moblie with Derpy and Harry clinging to her blueberry atop the roof. Whooves crawls from the ground and charges after with ravenous intent.
Sweetie Drops skillfully maneuvers through the festival's tents and stands to tire the beast out.
"This is fun!" she says ecstatically. "Har- er, Whooves why haven't you considered selling inventions like these for other ponies? You could've gave Filthy Rich a run for his money."
"I don't particularly desire THAT much attention, I must say. Just a humble stallion, I am." he says matter of factly.
"Might as well let it go, I've tried to convince him." Derpy shrugs off.
Eventually, the adrenaline-filled mare makes a hard right, causing the starving Werehog to crash into a ball toss attraction, activating the plushy prizes jingles about ponies smiling. The creature falls to ground in a daze.
The four emerge from the ride to observe their handiwork.
"Ah well, that's that. Now, let's end this nightmare already." Lyra sighs.
While Harry goes to give the serum, the Werehog's panting once again assaults the pegasus' nose with its pungent odor, forcing her to grab a flower-scented spray.
"But let's end THIS nightmare first." she says in disgust.
She aims the bottle at the creature's teeth only to accidentally spray herself in the crooked eyes. As she yelps in surprise and pain, the Werehog awakens, snarling in anger. Before she had a chance to make a run for it, the monster pulls her into his grasp and overpowers the group. The residents soon come to investigate the commotion only for the Werehog to tackle the crowd to the ground like bowling pins.
Somewhere in the background a bearded tan stallion with shades nods in approval.
More ponies scatter out of the beast's way as he scales the Town Hall with a flailing and screaming Derpy. The remaining three return with the cure in Sweetie's baster.
"Shoot it, shoot it!" Lyra says in a panicky tone.
"I'm trying to get a clear shot here!" the secret agent states aggravated.
"Judging by the wind position divided by the velocity of the-"
"ENGLISH PLEASE!"
"Aim for the mouth, lass!" Harry finishes.
While they argue below, the angry monster reaches the flag of the building and stares the mare down.
"Please don't do this doctor. I know you're in the-"
The Werehog cuts her off with an earsplitting roar to the face. Derpy manages to free her hooves from his clutches and grasps the beast's rough muzzle and looks deep into his eyes as he prepares to strike.
"Y-You're my best friend." she whimpers teary eyed.
Those last two words and the position of her pupils stop his incoming attack and his mind flashes. He sees the goofy pegasus giving him a basket of muffins, riding in the P-Mobile and cleaning up the countless experiments that literally blew up in his face with her. Finally, he returns to reality.
"D....Der....py?" he utters.
"Doctor?" she says hopefully.
The monster's smile warms the mare's heart as she hugs the bushy behemoth, who reciprocates.
Suddenly, a luminescent blue liquid splashes in Whooves' face. The doctor drops the pegasus as he gags violently. Eventually losing his balance, he plummets into a nearby storage tent with a loud BOOM. The Mayor and fleeing townsponies stop to see what has transpired in shock.
"Oh no."
Derpy frantically flies into the tent in absolute terror until she finds the injured creature trying and failing to stand.
"Doctor!"
She rushes to his side in tears as the others run in.
"Maybe we should've waited til she talked him down." Lyra cringes.
"Ya think?" Sweetie Drops says.
"This is all my fault!" Derpy wails. "If I hadn't....everything would've..."
Whooves weakly lifts his head.
"N-Now, now...lass." he grunts.
"I'm so sorry, doctor! I didn't mean to-"
The doctor rubs her mane reassuringly as he opens his mouth to speak.
She leans an ear in closer to his snout as the Mayor walks in, stunned at the scene. Out of nowhere, he belches out a sparkly blue mist that engulfs the entire tent before passing out.
"Pardon you, old chap." Harry says. "Oop, looks like we have company.
The two agents look out to the approaching ponies outside as the heartbroken pegasus mourns.
"Ugh, this isn't good." Sweetie says. "If they knew it was Whooves who's responsible-"
"Then that'll be one HUGE bill." Lyra adds.
After some overdue brainstorming, the crafty unicorn sneaks past the crowd, fits in the torn Werehog costume and sneaks back in.
"Clever thinking, partner!"
A split second before the residents could witness the scene, Sweetie pops out with the 'monster' in tow.
"Do not worry, citizens! I have caught the beast!" she says triumphantly. "We never could've done it without P.E.S.T."
"Well, where's your partner?" Mrs. Cake asks.
"Uh, she's probably looking for a stylish new hat. She's earned it."
Sweetie winks at her bestie, who blushes, before roughly carrying her away. The whole town eventually comes out of hiding and put the festival back in order. Derpy on the other hoof, is still sobbing at her friend's side.
"I never suspected Whooves to be the monster. Mare says dumbfounded. "Although he was staring at Berry Punch's melons for an awful long time."
[*Mwah* Good night, everypony!]
"I-I just...I just don't know what went wrong." Derpy cries.
Almost like magic, (no doubt) the creature shrinks down a few sizes. His jagged razor sharp teeth dull down and his coat returns to its soft and well-groomed self. Derpy's eyes widen at the transformation as the Werehog morphs back into the familiar stallion she knew. After a moment of silence, the doctor sniffs the air.
The pegasus searches the room and finds Harry gobbling from a crate of Li'l Derby's crumpets.
"Can I borrow some of these Har- uh, Whooves?"
"By all means. I'm aware of their tempting aroma." he says confidently.
Derpy rolls her eyes and gallops back to the doctor.
"What are you doing, Derpy?" Mayor says intrigued.
"Morning routine!"
She waves the crispy treat around his muzzle. His nose inches near the crumpet, Derpy whacks him in the forehead.
"Who-haw, wazit?" he babbles as he jolts awake. "Huh? Oh, thank you Miss Hooves, needed to get that tart flavor out."
Without warning, a happy Derpy tackles the groggy doctor and hugs him tight.
"You're alright, you're alright! Thank Celestia, you're alright!"
"Well of course I'm alright, dear. Right as rai-"
When he stands, his back pops loudly, causing him to falls to his knees.
"Eh, more or less." he chuckles.
"Love to chat, but I have a contest to judge." Mayor says anxiously. "You know how the town is."
She exits the tent while Derpy helps the limping Whooves out; Harry follows after.
As the two head to the lab, they run into 'Bon Bon' and Lyra, the latter wearing the sun hat....at night.
They wink at each other and go on about their night.
"Don't forget to wear a scarf, doctor!" Lyra yells.
"Pardon?" Whooves hollers back.
When he turns to face them, Derpy notices a large patch of fur missing on the back of his neck.
"D-D'uh, nothing." she says. "Let's just fix you up."
"What would I do without you, Derpy?"
"Stuff yourself silly with crumpets."
"Point taken." he sighs.
The next day, ponies of Ponyville work together to clean the wreckage caused by the monster while simultaneously storing away the festivities for next year. Everypony continued their subscription to P.E.S.T. for future security to their gardens, thanks to Agent Sweetie Drops and Lyra's recommendation.
After her daily delivery, the clumsy pegasus visits the lab with a package to check on the doctor. She heads to the tinker room and sees her recovering companion loading the critters into the P-Mobile in an orderly fashion.
"About to release them today?" she asks.
"Well we can't afford to keep them, now can we?" he says.
"Oh, before you go, I have a package for you!" she squees, unveiling a plate with a napkin covering it.
"I say, after all the produce I've consumed during my...phase, I don't believe I could stomach another-"
Derpy pulls the napkin away, to show a large freshly baked crumpet that takes up 95% of the plate.
"CRUMPET!" he yelps in surprise.
"Thought you earned it."
"T-Thank you, Miss Hooves. I appreciate it."
She wraps him in another hug.
"That's what friends are for."
Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Whooves answers it and is greeted by the Cakes with the Golden Eggplant trophy and a pink box.
"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Cake! How can we be of service?"
"Well, as you can tell, we've won the award." Mr. Cake says.
"But we feel somepony else deserves it this year." Mrs. Cake says, handing the trophy to a stunned Derpy. "Your blueberry saved the festival and our pumpkin and thought you should have it."
"And this box of blueberry muffins that we made out of it." Mr. Cake adds.
"Muffins!" Derpy exclaims joyfully.
She grabs the box and hacks away at the first muffin she saw, earning amused looks from the couple.
"Bout time me and the Mrs. head back, that pumpkin pie can't make itself."
"We were just about to head out anyways, weren't we Derpy?"
"Muffins..." she whispers.
The Cakes take their leave as team P.E.S.T. head out as well. Eventually, the duo reach the flower patch fields outside of town, no garden in sight.
"On three." Whooves warns. "One-"
"Three!"
Derpy flips a switch, releasing all the woodland critters of the Everfree from the P-Mobile's containment unit. The animals hop, scatter and scurry away as the two watch their accomplishment.
"That's a job well-"
A thought soon occurs in the doc's mind.
"HARRY! I forgot to reverse the Persuader's effects on the little scamp! We should get him before-"
Suddenly, Harry comes zooming out of the trunk and rides down the dirt path in a makeshift P-Moblie out of vegetables and spare gizmo parts.
"Tally-ho!" he yells.
"Do you think anypony would notice?" Whooves asks.
"I'm surprised you didn't notice him with your package." she snickers.
His eyes widen as he sees the thief with his large crumpet in paw.
"After that little pest!"
Derpy giggles as they hop into the vehicle and ride off into the woods pursuit of Doctor Harry.
Team P.E.S.T will never rest.
"Tally-ho!"
THE END.
