“Quill?” I asked.

“Check.” a young dragon responded.

Next,

“Parchment?” I asked with some excitement in my voice.

“Check” the dragon replied.

Gotta have ink, “Extra Ink?” I inquisited my assistant,

“Check”, he replied.

Annnd, “Extra Extra Ink?” I asked the boy.

“Check.” he responded firmly yet with a tad bit of annoyance and confusion.

Was that all?

“Is that everything on the checklist?” the inquisition may have been unnecessary, but I wanted to make sure,

“Yep.” my assistant said.

“Great,” I said with a clear and ready tone, “Now that we’ve completed the checklist of things we need to create a checklist, we can make my checklist of the things I have to get done by the end of the day!” I excitedly proclaimed.

“Ready?” my tone almost sounded like one of a workout instructor’s.

I turned my head towards Spike, my assistant, “Ready” he affirmed. Ooo, spike, that fire in your eyes impresses me!

“Item one, create checklist of things I have to accomplish by the end of the day” I said, with the widest of smiles on my face. Spike groaned when I said that. What’s wrong with making a checklist?

I went to the cleaner’s to get my cape, a small purple one that I use not too often, and dropped it off there. 90 minutes, and I’ll be back for you! Spike crossed that off the checklist. I had used a blackboard, that belonged to Miss.Cheerilee earlier this week for a lecture I was practicing. It was a quick return, and a thank you was given. 75 minutes.

“Spike, did you make sure that you checked this off?” I asked as we were walking towards the stationery shop. “Yep”, as he marked off the box near the picture of Cheerliee’s blackboard. 70 minutes.

We went to the stationery, and got an order of twenty pages of parchment, and eighteen quills. “Wow, if it weren’t for you, I’m pretty sure I’d be outta business!” the shopkeep exclaimed, in an almost taunting manner. The shopkeep was a dark, berry blue, with a cutie-mark of a piece of parchment.

“Hey!” I shouted back, defensively.

The shopkeep laughed it off “Well, thank you anyway!”.

60 minutes. Spike and me started heading towards one of my best friend’s bakery.

“How are we doing, Spike?” I asked, the checklist scraping the grass like a pair of legs.

“Let’s see,” Spike began looking at the list, “We’ve already dropped off your cape at the cleaner’s,” 57 minutes “Returned the blackboard you borrowed from Cheerilee,” “Ordered new quills from the stationery shop”.

“Hmm. It seems like we just placed an order for those a few days ago.”

Spike, sarcastically replied “Can’t imagine why we go through so many of them.” while looking behind himself. Dammit, maybe I should try conserving more paper?

“Sounds like we’re ahead of schedule” I said, somewhat joyously, “What’s next?” Whatever it is, it’s gonna be great, I looked very enthused as my assistant began responding. “Cupcakes!” He exclaimed. So, over to Sugarcube Corner we go. Sugar Cube Corner was quite nearby, so we went in.

The place was brimming with all sorts of sweets, from cupcakes of all sorts of flavours and shapes, to a sort of croissant with icing Not sure if that’d taste good. I looked towards the owner, Ms.Cake, a light blueish pony with hair like frosting. “Could I please have a dozen cupcakes?” 40 minutes, please say that this will take less than that!

“Yes, please wait twenty minutes, Twilight.” Ms.Cake responded. Okay. I got twenty minutes to get to my cape, Thank Celestia. I waited around, fiddling with my magic and generally just being boredtill Ms.Cake came back with thirteen cupcakes.

Thirteen?! And the icing distribution’s off? Why?! I don’t want anypoy arguing at the picnic cause of this! I have to correct this! Spike looked hungrily at the cupcakes.

“Uh.. I only ordered twelve”, Ms.Cake came through the doors

“Oh, I know dear, but I had an extra, so I thought I’d make it a baker’s dozen.” Is that worth a fight? Yes. Spike moaned a little, and I grabbed him with my magic, to prevent him from swallowing the cupcakes whole.

“Well, that was very thoughtful of you” “It’s just that some of the icing from the extra cupcake is” I reached my hoof to show “is getting all over the one next to it” I pushed the stand to show “See?”.

Ms.Cake said somewhat confusedly “Oh..sure”

I elaborated, “It’s just that I’m planning on sharing these at a picnic later, and I don’t want anypony to feel like somepony else is getting more icing” I smiled, trying to brand this, due to my previous knowledge that she is a tad confused by what I’m saying.

“Oh.., no” Cake said, hesitantly “O-of course not” in an awkward tone. I used my magic to grab the spoon like thing (tell the author what it’s called soon please) and start swathing around the distributions to get it juuuust right.

“Not to worry I’ll just move some of this one to” “Hmm, I think I may have scooped too much” I mis-distributed some of the icing “oops, now these two have more, Let’s just try this again” I spoke to myself. “Hmm, no, that won’t do” “Could we just-hmm, put some here, then-- no, that’s not right, Okay, we’re on this one, uh wait, I’ll just-- ooh, a little bit here” speaking only to myself, “Here” I said with a strange tone in my voice. “And...Perfect!” barely any of the icing was left, but it’s now as equal as it can get, right?

“Hmm..oh yes, much better.” Ms.Cake said almost sheepishly. Thank Celestia she agrees with me, lest this act be called insane.

“Okay, time to tackle the next item on our-- oops.” Spike was covered in icing. I tried to restrain my laughter as I spoke “looks like we’re gonna have to add ‘give a baby dragon a bath’ to our list”. As I said that, Spike’s incredibly long tongue began vrring like a vacuum cleaner as he cleaned himself in a whirlwind. “Very efficient” I complimented, “and a little bit gross” I mean, really gross Spike shrugged.

A few hours later, I was done with my day’s tasks and headed to my room.

“Looks like that’s everything” Spike said while I was climbing the oaken’d stairs.

“Almost everything” One last check “Triple-check checklist to make sure we didn’t miss anything when we double check the checklist” Spike read, becoming more confused at the displayal of my paranoia in word.

“Uh… check.” He said, wearily. Spike’s hand cramped up in the most disgusting of ways. His wrist morphed from a purple to a red of agony. Damn, that’s gotta hurt, “I’ve been holding that quill so long I’ve got a claw cramp”

Author's Note

Yes, this was a rather short amount of episode runtime to pull in for the story (Is this ok, mods?)