Goodnight, Everypony!by Hot Blooded HeroChaptersWe're Baaaaaaack!Hearth's Warming Eve: A Self-Insertion Meta Special Galore ExtravaganzaThe Long Awaited Chapter TwoWe're Baaaaaaack!Yakko was sitting in front of the TV in the built-in living room of the Warner Studios Water Tower. He sighed as he flipped through the channels once more, hoping that something good would finally come on. Maybe another rerun of Looney Tunes on Boomerang, something to connect him back to his roots. As long as he didn't have to watch any of the garbage that they were putting on now. Wakko opened the logo-shaped, vault-like door to the tower and walked in. Noticing Yakko, he made himself known. “Hey, Yakko. Whatcha watchin’?” Yakko grunted and threw the remote down in frustration. “Garbage! Absolute garbage! There’s nothing good on anymore!” “Whoa, whoa, buddy! Take it easy there! If there’s nothing good on, then just don’t watch. Besides, there’s plenty of good stuff still on TV!” Yakko sighed. “I know there are some few good things, but they’re either too bluntly vulgar, too ‘real’ or just too stupid for my tastes.” He sighed again. “What happened to the good old days, when the creators were smart enough to use well thought out tactics to let even the raunchiest jokes slip under the radar? Where censors were much less strict about their jobs and were okay with letting a few things slide? Where we didn’t try to aim for a certain audience, but aimed for making our shows the best?” Wakko patted Yakko’s shoulder. “I think it started dying out once Toonami got cancelled. And even before then, they did that awful mascot change.” Wakko looked around. “Hey, where’s Dot?” Yakko scoffed slightly. “She’s on Facebook again. I swear, that site is like a parasite on today’s productivity levels. That and Youtube.” Wakko nodded and left into the bedroom, where he found Dot sitting in front of the computer at one side of the room. “Hey, Dot. Whatcha-” He was cut off by a loud shush from Dot. “I’m waiting for Channing Tatum’s reply! I’ve sent him 400 messages within the past hour, but he hasn’t responded to a single one yet!” Wakko raised an eyebrow, but merely responded with, “Well, would you please hurry? Pinky apparently found something that he thought we might enjoy, a link to a video.” He shrugged. “He said it was some new cartoon. It had a girly name, but I wanted to try it for myself.” Dot made a gagging noise. “A girly cartoon from this decade? I thought you knew better, Wakko.” Wakko shrugged again. “He just kept pestering me about it saying, ‘Don’t knock it ‘til you try it!’ So I finally agreed to watch it when I got here.” Dot groaned and said, “Fine, just hurry it up will you?” She slid out of the chair she was in to allow Wakko on. “This better not be something stupid,” she muttered. Wakko pulled out a piece of paper from under his hat and unfolded it. He read the url, typed it in, and hit enter. Moments later, the video started to play. A few hours later, Yakko decided that he had wasted enough time on TV and thought to check on the other two. He walked to the bedroom and opened the door. “Guys? What’s going on in here?” The other siblings turned to Yakko slowly. They had joyful tears rolling down their cheeks with wide grins blessing their faces. Simultaneously, they spoke. “It’s beautiful. Our genre has been redeemed.” Their voices were soft, as if they were messengers from God. “Um, Guys? You’re freaking me out here. What’s going on?” Then the two siblings spoke alternatively. “It has character development,” Dot swooned. “Classic slapstick!” Wakko continued. “Cute design.” “Mental instability!” “A moving plot.” “I think I might’ve noticed a few well-hidden mature jokes in there as well!” “Guys, what are you talking about!” Yakko cut in. The two other siblings then spoke the name of the cartoon together, as if talking about some hot celebrity crush. “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.” They both proceeded to literally melt to the floor. Yakko was silent for a few moments, contemplating the name of the show that he was just given. He then burst out into laughter, holding his gut in hysterical pain. The other two looked offended but just let him laugh it out. Soon enough, Yakko got over his laughing fit but was still giggling a bit. “Heheheh, alright. Show me. Show me this new age, little girl’s cartoon that somehow manages to pull off what creators couldn’t do for years now.” Of course, he spoke with sarcasm and skepticism, but the other two were still ecstatic that their brother would give it a chance. Wakko turned to the screen, still grinning, and went back to the episode they opened from the url. Again, after seconds of impatient waiting, the video loaded up and began to play. It was early in the morning, around 3 AM. The Warner Siblings had their eyes glued to a computer screen, watching the pastel ponies go about their everyday lives. Finally, the second season finale had ended, and they sat in silence for a few moments. Wakko and Dot looked to their taller brother for an opinion. “Is... Is there any more?” Yakko asked. Dot looked through the related videos. “No, that was the season finale.” “Well, did you like it?” Wakko asked him. Yakko stared at the screen in silence before a tear came rolling down. He sniffled and wiped it away. “They did it. Somehow, someone finally managed to create something beautiful after all these years.” He sniffled again. “Who- Who created this?” “A woman named Lauren Faust, but she’s not involved in its development anymore,” Dot replied. Yakko immediately abandoned his overbearing emotions and adopted a thoughtful looked. “Hmm... How big is the fanbase?” Wakko answered. “Enough to have a term for them.” “You mean like a Trekkie or a Whovian?” “Yep, they’re called Bronies.” “Hmm...” Yakko was silent for a few more moments. The other two could hear the gears turning in his head. He finally widened his eyes in comprehension and snapped his fingers. “I got it! I have an idea!” “You’re leaving!?” “Yes indeedy, Mr. Plotz. We’ve found an opportunity and we’re taking it.” The Warner Siblings were standing in front of Thaddeus Plotz’s desk in his executive office. They were just telling him of the plan Yakko had come up with last night. “But Yakko, you and your siblings are the Warner Brothers-” “And sister!” “You can’t just leave the studio! You’re company property!” Yakko then pulled out a document and some reading glasses from behind his back. “Actually, the contract only had us signed on ‘til the movie ended. We’ve only been staying here because no one bothered to check. Heck, I don’t even think we’re allowed to be called 'Warner' anymore. We need to find new names.” The Siblings ‘hm’d’ for a comical period of time, while Thaddeus just put his face into his hands and sighed. Then Plotz thought of all the trouble that they’ve caused, all of those years of the chaos and destruction they brought upon the studio. And now he finally had a way to get rid of them with no legal repercussions whatsoever. The Warner CEO slowly lifted his head, a manic grin spread on his face. The Siblings took notice of this and looked a bit disturbed. “Uhh, Plotzy? You feeling okay?” Yakko asked. “Oh, I’m just fine. No, better than fine, actually. I’m very happy for the three of you right now!” The three children blanched. “You are?” “Oh yes, very happy for you! In fact, I’ve already taken the liberty upon myself to pack all... of... your things!” Thaddeus brought out three dusty, humongous suitcases, bulging out of the cracks with various clothing. They hit the floor with a resounding thud, some of the dust falling off. It was as if they’ve been prepared years ago. “Gee, thanks, Mr. Plotz!” They all said. “Oh, no need to thank me. Just be sure write from Iquincera or wherever it is you three are going.” Thaddeus began pushing the three towards the door of his office. “You mean, Equestria?” Yakko corrected. “Yes, yes. Quinceanera or something. Have a nice trip!” Plotz slammed the door in behind them as they left. He then ran behind his desk and opened a secret compartment on his desk. The secret compartment contained a button, which he pushed. Just then, a siren blared as confetti and balloons began to fall from the ceiling. Celebratory marching band music began playing and a banner that said ‘THEY’RE GONE!!!’ was unrolled and displayed. “YES! FINALLY, HAHA!” He proceeded to call Dr. Scratchansniff, Hello Nurse, and Ralph the Security Guard to tell them about the good news and that they were going out to celebrate. Meanwhile, the No-Longer-Warner Siblings heard his whoopings from just outside the door. “Wow, he must be really happy for us,” Yakko said. “How sweet of him,” Dot agreed. As soon as they left Warner Lot, they stopped. “So, how do we get there, Yakko?” Wakko asked. “The same way we get to any place we need to go: A Scene Transition!” (Cue whatever theme song your head can come up with) In the small town of Ponyville, a rambunctious pink pony was racing around town square, setting up a large ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party for somepony new. No one had heard of a new pony coming into town, but no one ever questioned Pinkie’s motives. They just assumed that they must not’ve heard of the newcomer, and hoped the party wouldn’t be too crazy. Twilight however, always the rationalist, was curious as to who this new pony was. So, she decided to ask her directly. “Hi, Twilight! Do you think you could help me set up the cupcake table? Thanks! I just hope they still love cupcakes! It’s been ages since I’ve seen them! I hope they’ll recognize me! OOOH, I can’t wait!” “PINKIE!” Twilight shouted over Pinkie’s rambling. “Yes?” “Who’s coming today?” Pinkie’s eyes widened and her voice went down to conspiratory levels. “Well, that’s kind of hard to explain. In fact, it’s a really long story. Do you think it could wait until after the party?” “But then how will I know who’s new to town before the party.” Pinkie giggled. “Because it’s a surprise, duh!” Twilight was about to groan, but the air just above town square had done that for her. A portal began to open just above where the party was located, and three dogs/cats/children holding extremely large suitcases fell out and onto the ground with a comedic splat. They peeled themselves off of the ground and took in their surroundings. Everypony within sight had stopped what they were doing to stare at the newfound oddities that had fallen out of the sky. The tall one then spoke and waved to the crowd. “Hellooooo, Ponyville!” He then stopped after he noticed his hand. “Oooh, Flash animation. Very classy.” The shortest one then pulled out a mirror, examined herself, and gasped. “I look even more cuter than I did before! I didn’t think that was possible!” The medium sized one immediately noticed the spread of confectionaries (Good night, everybody) and made a beeline straight to it. “CUPCAKES!” The other two noticed second and followed the middle one’s lead. The three then proceeded to commit mass confectionicide. There were no survivors. Pinkie Pie then picked up all three of them with her front hooves hugged them. “Yakko! Wakko! Dot! You made it! Although you are a bit early.” The three of them hugged back despite being covered in chocolate frosting, but Pinkie didn’t mind. “Pinkie Pie! You’re our favorite pony!” They said. She released the group hug. “Well, of course I would be. Don’t you remember me?” “Of course we do. We’ve seen every episode,” Yakko replied. “You don’t remember? Here, maybe this will help!” Pinkie suddenly turned into something of Movietone quality. She began to dance, making a tap-dancing sound effect with her hooves. After her short jig, she stood upright on one hindleg, threw out a blast of confetti from her other hooves, and shouted, “Let’s party!” The Movietone effect ended and just left Pinkie posing in the awkward/slightly painful position. The three siblings (along with the rest of Ponyville within sight) were gaping at Pinkie’s display of 1930’s animation. Finally, Wakko found the right words to say, “A-Aunt Party?” “That’s me!” Pinkie said, now back on all fours. The three children then gave Pinkie another large group hug while jumping in place at the same time. “Aunt Party! It’s you! It’s you! It’s you!” “It’s me! It’s me! It’s me!” As the three siblings and pink pony were doing their odd display of hyperactive affection, Twilight, as well as everypony within seeing distance, had the ultimate question on their minds. WAT!? A/N: This idea had been eating me alive ever since I thought of it. Mostly because no one else did before me (Well, maybe they did, but they didn’t write it). So I thought, “Dammit, this is a good idea and it needs to be made!” And so it was made. Don’t forget to Like, Comment, Fave, and possibly Watch. Any of those will help. Hearth's Warming Eve: A Self-Insertion Meta Special Galore Extravaganza‘Twas the day before Christmas, and stuck in his room Was Abyx4433, trapped in his doom He knew that the holidays would be here soon But was just too lazy to think of something new The Warners took notice, they would not miss the holidays So they tied up the author in bows of festive grace Abyx apologized profusely for the time he had in waste But promised he’d make it up with a new chapter, post-haste The Warners shook their heads, it wasn’t good enough Did they have to spell it out? Did they have to get rough? They needed something fitting, something meant for the season Not something regular, out of the blue for no reason A Holiday Special, the author agreed Some festive cheer is what the audience needs It had been quite a while, though, since the last chapter was up And it was only the first, how would a Special keep up? It needed to be different, not like a normal chapter Then he glanced at the Warners, and thought of something better He’d need Pinkie for it to work, it was the only way “Guys,” Abyx said, standing, “I have something perfect for the day!” A few hours later finds everyone else there Pinkie, her friends, even Abyx’s friend, Aleister Abyx stood in front, looking about He then paused dramatically, before speaking out “Alright, everyone. We’re trying something beta For this Holiday Special, we’re going to go meta” There was only silence, for a few awkward moments Then Fluttershy raised her hoof, preparing her statement Abyx pointed to her. “U-um, aren’t we already?” He cupped his chin in thought, and then nodded slightly “Yeah, I suppose. But this isn’t what I mean I mean an actual plot, not this set up scene” Aleister spoke, “Do we really have to? Were already speaking verses, it seems like overdo” “I’ve been gone for so long, I’m making up for a lot But I need something set up outside what I’ve got” “Then just stick to this here,” Twilight exclaimed “And I’m sure the audience won’t mind if you just explained” “Excuses, excuses, that’s all that they’ll see That’s why I’m doing this, no excuses for me” “Oh, that’s just foolishness,” said Rarity “They won’t think of you lesser if they knew you were busy” “Yeah, Sugarcube,” Applejack chipped in “From what you told us, Bronies ain’t known for aggression” “Hey, take it from us,” Yakko said with a smile “We know when fandoms are worth their while And Bronies are the most moral out of any other The Holidays increase that from our pony brothers” “Bronies are usually very respectful,” added Dot “Compared to others in criticism, they provide a lot Unlike most of the rest, who just banter and flame Bronies support fics enough to bring other fandoms shame” “So don’t feel down,” Wakko said, patting his hand “You’re a busy teen, they’ll understand” And those who knew Abyx before would say That Abyx’s work ethic grew three sizes that day Abyx then cleared his throat. “Spike, take a letter Dear Princess Celestia, today, I’ve learned better I shouldn’t doubt all of my fellow bronies For I know that they’ve learned from your little ponies The Holidays are a time meant for giving and caring for kindness and gratitude, for love and its sharing If I didn’t expect that from those taught by such a show Then who am I to say that I’ll preemptively know? And If someone does say something relatively negative I’m sure that they only mean it in a way that’s constructive And so, with a very cheerful ‘Happy Holidays’ to thee Your faithful subject (and loyal fan), Abyx4433” Spike sent the letter off with a puff of magic smoke And Pinkie gave Abyx’s belly an attention grabbing poke “Well now that that’s done, I think that it’s time-” Rainbow cut in, “To start the party so we can stop with the rhymes?” And so the group of friends feasted all through the night They gave each other gifts and sang ‘til morning’s light They didn’t stop then, they didn’t even tire The joy of each other’s company fueled their spirits’ fire Then on the next day, once everyone left Abyx got some blueberry tea and sat at his desk He opened his laptop, he knew he had work to do He was determined to finally finish chapter two A/N: This actually would’ve been up yesterday if my internet hadn’t gone down. I really am sorry for the long delay, but I’ve finally found time and inspiration to continue with this story. Chapter two will be up soon, possibly before New Year’s. Thank you for being patient. (Also, I don't like the Author's Notes box.) The Long Awaited Chapter TwoDisclaimer: After what I wrote in this, I think it’s necessary that I have to say that The Warners do, in fact, still belong to the Warner Bros. I might as well also say that Friendship is Magic belongs to Lauren Faust, and Doctor Who belongs to the BBC. The magic that permeates throughout Equestria is meant to provide every creature across the land logic breaking convenience in order to solve small show-stopping problems and maximize entertainment opportunities as well as keeping the world going as the script was written. This is why Ponies can sometimes hold things with their hooves, while at other times have to hold things with their mouths. It can also give Ponies a few moments of wall-breaking knowledge for the sake of a joke. This was one of the reasons why Lauren Faust decided to have the show’s set be an entire world in a pocket dimension located somewhere within Studio B. Faust knew that she would have to deal with a nation-sized cast of handless quadrupeds, so she decided to experiment with some of the set creators to design a set that could bend around a mass population of Toons without causing destruction to the studio. This world also had to have it’s own celestial bodies which could be controlled because of the show’s plot, hence why the world needed to be in a pocket dimension. But it’s because of the set being it’s own world was why the inhabitants of Equestria had to be kept in the dark about their existence as Toons, outside of the few moments of knowledge they would gain, courtesy of the writers. So, in short, it’s the magic that follows the script, which in turn influences the Toons, rather than the other way around. However, there are several beings in Equestria that have knowledge of the world outside of the world, which inverts the process of magic for them. For these beings, instead of the order going script, magic, Toon, it goes Toon, magic, script. The only beings who can do this are Pinkie Pie, The newly-arrived, no-longer Warners, and a Toon version of The Doctor turned Pony, who usually chooses to stay far away from the plot for fear of lawsuits from the BBC. An exception to both of these orders would be Discord, because he’s actually evil and you’d have to be insane to want to give him power over the script. For him it goes script, Discord, magic, Toon. Pinkie had finished sharing this information with the trio of non-pony Toons as they headed away from the square of still-completely-stunned ponies and to Pinkie’s workplace/home, Sugarcube Corner. They tried to continue the party, but it was obvious that Pinkie’s largest and most blatant disregard for normal physics done in public had nearly broken every mind that had the misfortune to watch it. “Or you just needed a plot device that would move us away from the party,” Pinkie said, smirking at me. Well, yeah. It could’ve been that. Either way, Pinkie decided that they just needed some time to rest before their brains could reboot. So, Pinkie decided to get the three children settled in at a temporary guest room in Sugarcube Corner. On the way, the siblings had asked to know more about the set, considering they were going to live there, and she happily gave them the information that was normally classified to any other Equestrian. “A civilized, governed Toon world. It’s what every animator has dreamed of,” Yakko said with awe in his voice. “Yup, and ol’ Faustie was the first to do it,” Pinkie said with pride. “Shame that they still made her a supervising consultant now instead of working with us full-time, though. She had sooooo many great ideas!” “So, when’s season 3 starting, Aunt Party?” Wakko asked. “Ohhh... Weeeeell... The season’s actually passed its ninth episode already.” “What?!” Dot exclaimed. “How could we miss that! We’ve only been here for a five minutes!” “Blame Abyx.” Pinkie then turned to me. Wait, what? “You heard me.” Hey, I thought we already cleared this up with the Hearth’s Warming Special. You even supported me when I felt sincerely sorry. “Yes, and now you’re feeling better. And since you got your readers to not berate you for your delay, I’ll do it for the-” “Wait, he made us miss nine episodes!?” Dot looked livid. Oh God, someone help me- “YOU LAZY *censored*! I’LL MAKE SURE YOU MISS THE FINALE WHEN I’M DONE WITH YOU, YOU *censored* *censored* PIECE OF *ceeeeennnnnnssssoooorrrreeeeed* STUFFED IN A *censored* *censored* BUCKET WITHOUT GREASE OR A SPOON!” *Sobbing* I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you- “SORRY DOESN’T EVEN MAKE UP FO-” “Dot, stop!” Yakko- *Sniff* Yakko s-shouted, h-halting her s-sister. “He was busy, remember? You know, real life?” “Well, yeah. But still, nine episodes! We missed nine episodes of Ponies! And I know that all of his time wasn’t spent on schoolwork.” W-well, *sniff* I-I couldn’t really figure out what to do after the last chapter- “You seem to be doing fine right now.” That’s only because my writing block is gone, now that I have an extended break. “You also had Thanksgiving.” Two weeks is minimum for extended. “Sure it is.” “Look, can you just apologize for screaming at him so we can move on?” Yakko interjected impatiently. “Nice alliteration.” Thanks. “Bu-but why do I have to apologize?!” “You mean for reasons other than making him cry?” Yakko deadpanned. “Exactly!” “Dot, apologize.” “Bu- He- Di- Urgh! Fine.” Dot turned to me. Don’t ask me how I know that with text, I just do. “I’m sorry for reducing you to a quivering wreck,” she gritted out. It’s fine. I’m sorry for being lazy. I’ll try to keep you updated on episodes from now on. “See, he’s trying,” Yakko said. “Besides, you brought the travel laptop, didn’t you?” “...Yes.” “Then what’s the problem? I’m sure we can pick up some of Studio B’s wifi from here. Can’t we, Pinkie?” “Sure! I don’t get any problems with it,” Pinkie replied. And with that, the four strolled off to Sugarcube Corner to prepare for the next scene. Back at Warner Bros. Studios, Thaddeus Plotz, Otto Scratchnsniff, and Hello Nurse were discussing the recent leave of the no-longer-Warners. “Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha, hey! Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha, hey! Cha-cha-cha-” ...Er, well. Anyway, the speaker on the CEO’s desk let out a tone before his scelectar- uh, secretary, Marie’s voice came from it. “Mr. Plotz? We have someone from The Hub on line 4. They wish to speak with you about The Warners-” Plotz rushed away from the conga line to cut off his assistant. “Tell them they can have them and anything that has to do with them! Heck, they can even keep their names for all I care! We’re finally, legally rid of them, haha!” “Yes, sir.” Marie then switched lines over to the Hub consultant. “He said that we’ve relinquished all property over them and anything to do with them. You can keep them as common source or claim them as bought property. Either way, you’re free to use them as you wish.” The Hub consultant (we’ll call him Rob) scratched his head in confusion. “Really? Just like that? I’d assume that he’d want them back, considering the success that they’ve brought him in the cartoon department.” “Well, yes, but their contract for that actually ran out years ago, and saying they’re a handful to look after is an understatement. It’s a wonder why we’ve kept them here for so long without noticing.” Marie then looked around before whispering conspiratorially, “Personally, I think it’s because Plotz has a soft spot for the-” The doors to Thaddeus’ office burst open- “Don’t you even imply that I ever liked those kids, Ms. Susan!” -before shutting again. Rob chuckled and leaned back into his seat. “Well, if containment was a problem before, I don’t think it will be now, considering their new set.” He then thought of something before he was prepared to hang up. “Hmm, you said ‘anything to do with them,’ right? Do you think we could get a copy of all of the Animaniacs episodes? We might as well put those back on the air if no one is using them.” Marie nodded, then turned to her office computer. “Sure, I could send a copy of those right over, and good luck with the Warners.” Rob chuckled again. “Alright. Thank you, Ms. Susan.” He cut off the line to Warner Studios and brought up another. “Mr. Stephenson? Yes, I’m back... Look, we don’t need Matt Smith, and we don’t even need Tennant. We just need the rights to the character. We already have a Toon that could play the part... I’m sure we can work that out with the writers... Well, sure we could, but the fans are a bit expectant. Plus, Lauren’s a bit of a fan as well... Thank you... Yes, thank you so much.” Rob hung up, then stood, pumping his fist in the air. “Yes! We got him!” Several Whovians nearby cheered. Pinkie and the once-again Warners were entering the baking establishment that was their destination when Pinkie called out, “Mr. and Mrs. Cake! My nephews and niece are going to be staying here for a bit while they get settled into Ponyville, is that alright?” She apparently paid no heed to the stares that she and her relatives were getting from the customers still there. Mrs. Cake was walking downstairs, carrying Pumpkin and Pound on her back. “Oh, I didn’t know you were an aunt, Pinkie. Who are the-” She stopped when she finally took notice of the four. “Uh, Pinkie? Are these your... relatives?” Pinkie giggled. “Of course they are, silly. Who else would they be?” Cup nervously scratched behind her neck. “Well... It’s just... They aren’t Ponies.” “Oh, right! That’s because they’re Toons!” “Then how are they related to you?” “That’s easy! I’m-” She abruptly paused. She completely forgot to tell everyone! Ever since her Pinkie Sense told her about the Warners coming, she had been too busy to tell anyone else about her true Toon heritage. She had meant to tell someone sooner, she truly did, but no one would believe her until today and she completely forgot! Suddenly, a distraction! Wakko had taken notice of the foals and appeared next to them. “Aww. What are the little scamps’ names?” Cup jumped a bit in surprise when she heard Wakko’s voice suddenly next to him. “Er, uh, the unicorn is Pumpkin and the pegasus is Pound.” “They’re so adorable.” The foals giggled when Wakko ruffled their hair a bit, and he laughed as well when Pound grabbed his nose and honked it. He pulled off and faced them both. “Watch the Gookie!” Cup’s face distorted a bit in slight disgust at Wakko’s infamous “Gookie”, but the foals seemed to be enjoying it, so she couldn’t complain. “Uh, so... What are your names, anyway?” Wakko slid over to his siblings as Yakko named them off. “I’m Yakko, he’s Wakko, and she’s-” “Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Third,” Dot interrupted. Yakko looked at her, slightly bemused. “...Or you can call her Dot.” “Call me Dotty and you’ll die.” “Yup, do that and you’re dead. Anyway, we’re the Warner Brothers!” “And Warner Sister!” There was a bit of an awkward silence (just a small bit, nothing too serious), before Pinkie broke it (don’t worry, it was quick and painless), “So, can they stay?” Cup sighed, then gave a warm smile to Pinkie. “I don’t see why not. If they are relatives, then I guess we could spare some room while they get settled into town. You said they’re moving here?” Yakko answered for her. “Yes, we are. We’ve heard so much about this wonderful town and decided to move here to get away from it all.” “Oh, that’s nice. Where were you from, originally?” Yakko blinked. “Pardon?” “I said, where did you move here from?” “Burbank, Cali- Oof!” Wakko replied before getting elbowed by Yakko. Yakko ignored his glare. “Burbank? I’ve never heard of that place before.” Yakko’s eyes darted around. “Uhhhhhhhhhh, we’re foreigners? From, uh... ” “South!”“West!” Dot and Wakko blurted out. “The Southwest! Yep, the metropolis of Burbank in the sunny Southwest. Very hot and crowded there. We came here to catch some of the Northwestern Amer- er, Equestrian nature and feel of Ponyville.” The married baker blinked. “But we’re in the Midwest.” “Uh, I’m talking about relative to our old home. To us, all of Equestria is Northwest, since we’re from the Southwest.” “But how does-” Yakko cut her off and hugged Pinkie. “And since our only aunt in Equestria is staying here in Ponyville, we thought we would stay here with family.” He finished off his act with a broad grin, encouraging the others to join the hug and grin as well. “Oh, well that makes sense, I suppose. Wait, doesn’t Pinkie have relatives in-” Pinkie cut her off this time with a Pinkie Sense combo of itchy neck, ticklish knee, and chattering teeth. Her eyes then grew wide as she pushed the three siblings upstairs. “WellitsbeennicetalkingbutIreallythinkweshouldgetthesethreesettleddon’tyouokaygreatbye!” Cup tried to respond, but as soon as the door to Pinkie’s room slammed shut, the store entrance slammed open, revealing a very red and steaming Twilight Sparkle. Those who knew of what usually ensued when Twilight was furious wisely fled the establishment, while those who weren’t so enlightened simply shrunk into their seats and trembled. Twilight stomped in and shouted to the owner of the establishment (although everyone winced as if it was directed at them personally, and felt as if they should apologize to Celestia for whatever horrible things they’ve done in the past), “WHERE ARE THEY!” Cup, Pound, and Pumpkin pointed their trembling hooves upstairs to Pinkie’s room, as they assumed that the inhabitants of that room was who she was after. She stormed up the room like an unstoppable force of nature, on a mission to punish whoever dared to mess with her understanding of the universe so carelessly and set them straight. Once the Current Horned Purple Deity of Fear had disappeared from mortal sight, the remaining patrons of the the shop fled as they should have since she entered. The foals gripped onto their mother’s back with fear as she stumbled back to the kitchen. They didn't even cry for fear of attracting her back with their tears. Carrot Cake rushed to her as soon as he noticed her and the foals’ state. “Dear, what happened!? I felt an odd feeling of insignificance a few moments ago!” Cup, after a few moments hesitation, spoke. “A bleak blanket of rage and darkness has spread over us this day. Even the gods tremble at the strong, albeit temporary curse put upon us, for they know that even they may not stop it.” Carrot blinked. Twice. “What?” “Twilight Sparkle is very angry.” “Oh.” Carrot's pupils then shrunk to pinpricks. “Oh... no.” Let it be known that thou shalt never break Twilight’s brain through logic defiance without consequence. Heck, even I’m scared now. A/N: Happy 2013 Day! We’re alive to live another year! Another year of possibilities which I hope that you all take advantage of. I’m sure I probably won’t! Unless I do by some miracle. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, for I certainly enjoyed writing it. If you look closely at it, you’ll actually notice some plot! I also meant to put this out yesterday, but my laptop screwed me over big time. And maybe I won’t slack off on anymore chapters because I now have story motivation. Ha, that’s a laugh! Don’t encourage me. I’m very exhausted, and could use a break. I’m sorry. It’s alright. And with that, a title-inserting send off: Goodnight, Everypony!
We're Baaaaaaack!Yakko was sitting in front of the TV in the built-in living room of the Warner Studios Water Tower. He sighed as he flipped through the channels once more, hoping that something good would finally come on. Maybe another rerun of Looney Tunes on Boomerang, something to connect him back to his roots. As long as he didn't have to watch any of the garbage that they were putting on now. Wakko opened the logo-shaped, vault-like door to the tower and walked in. Noticing Yakko, he made himself known. “Hey, Yakko. Whatcha watchin’?” Yakko grunted and threw the remote down in frustration. “Garbage! Absolute garbage! There’s nothing good on anymore!” “Whoa, whoa, buddy! Take it easy there! If there’s nothing good on, then just don’t watch. Besides, there’s plenty of good stuff still on TV!” Yakko sighed. “I know there are some few good things, but they’re either too bluntly vulgar, too ‘real’ or just too stupid for my tastes.” He sighed again. “What happened to the good old days, when the creators were smart enough to use well thought out tactics to let even the raunchiest jokes slip under the radar? Where censors were much less strict about their jobs and were okay with letting a few things slide? Where we didn’t try to aim for a certain audience, but aimed for making our shows the best?” Wakko patted Yakko’s shoulder. “I think it started dying out once Toonami got cancelled. And even before then, they did that awful mascot change.” Wakko looked around. “Hey, where’s Dot?” Yakko scoffed slightly. “She’s on Facebook again. I swear, that site is like a parasite on today’s productivity levels. That and Youtube.” Wakko nodded and left into the bedroom, where he found Dot sitting in front of the computer at one side of the room. “Hey, Dot. Whatcha-” He was cut off by a loud shush from Dot. “I’m waiting for Channing Tatum’s reply! I’ve sent him 400 messages within the past hour, but he hasn’t responded to a single one yet!” Wakko raised an eyebrow, but merely responded with, “Well, would you please hurry? Pinky apparently found something that he thought we might enjoy, a link to a video.” He shrugged. “He said it was some new cartoon. It had a girly name, but I wanted to try it for myself.” Dot made a gagging noise. “A girly cartoon from this decade? I thought you knew better, Wakko.” Wakko shrugged again. “He just kept pestering me about it saying, ‘Don’t knock it ‘til you try it!’ So I finally agreed to watch it when I got here.” Dot groaned and said, “Fine, just hurry it up will you?” She slid out of the chair she was in to allow Wakko on. “This better not be something stupid,” she muttered. Wakko pulled out a piece of paper from under his hat and unfolded it. He read the url, typed it in, and hit enter. Moments later, the video started to play. A few hours later, Yakko decided that he had wasted enough time on TV and thought to check on the other two. He walked to the bedroom and opened the door. “Guys? What’s going on in here?” The other siblings turned to Yakko slowly. They had joyful tears rolling down their cheeks with wide grins blessing their faces. Simultaneously, they spoke. “It’s beautiful. Our genre has been redeemed.” Their voices were soft, as if they were messengers from God. “Um, Guys? You’re freaking me out here. What’s going on?” Then the two siblings spoke alternatively. “It has character development,” Dot swooned. “Classic slapstick!” Wakko continued. “Cute design.” “Mental instability!” “A moving plot.” “I think I might’ve noticed a few well-hidden mature jokes in there as well!” “Guys, what are you talking about!” Yakko cut in. The two other siblings then spoke the name of the cartoon together, as if talking about some hot celebrity crush. “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.” They both proceeded to literally melt to the floor. Yakko was silent for a few moments, contemplating the name of the show that he was just given. He then burst out into laughter, holding his gut in hysterical pain. The other two looked offended but just let him laugh it out. Soon enough, Yakko got over his laughing fit but was still giggling a bit. “Heheheh, alright. Show me. Show me this new age, little girl’s cartoon that somehow manages to pull off what creators couldn’t do for years now.” Of course, he spoke with sarcasm and skepticism, but the other two were still ecstatic that their brother would give it a chance. Wakko turned to the screen, still grinning, and went back to the episode they opened from the url. Again, after seconds of impatient waiting, the video loaded up and began to play. It was early in the morning, around 3 AM. The Warner Siblings had their eyes glued to a computer screen, watching the pastel ponies go about their everyday lives. Finally, the second season finale had ended, and they sat in silence for a few moments. Wakko and Dot looked to their taller brother for an opinion. “Is... Is there any more?” Yakko asked. Dot looked through the related videos. “No, that was the season finale.” “Well, did you like it?” Wakko asked him. Yakko stared at the screen in silence before a tear came rolling down. He sniffled and wiped it away. “They did it. Somehow, someone finally managed to create something beautiful after all these years.” He sniffled again. “Who- Who created this?” “A woman named Lauren Faust, but she’s not involved in its development anymore,” Dot replied. Yakko immediately abandoned his overbearing emotions and adopted a thoughtful looked. “Hmm... How big is the fanbase?” Wakko answered. “Enough to have a term for them.” “You mean like a Trekkie or a Whovian?” “Yep, they’re called Bronies.” “Hmm...” Yakko was silent for a few more moments. The other two could hear the gears turning in his head. He finally widened his eyes in comprehension and snapped his fingers. “I got it! I have an idea!” “You’re leaving!?” “Yes indeedy, Mr. Plotz. We’ve found an opportunity and we’re taking it.” The Warner Siblings were standing in front of Thaddeus Plotz’s desk in his executive office. They were just telling him of the plan Yakko had come up with last night. “But Yakko, you and your siblings are the Warner Brothers-” “And sister!” “You can’t just leave the studio! You’re company property!” Yakko then pulled out a document and some reading glasses from behind his back. “Actually, the contract only had us signed on ‘til the movie ended. We’ve only been staying here because no one bothered to check. Heck, I don’t even think we’re allowed to be called 'Warner' anymore. We need to find new names.” The Siblings ‘hm’d’ for a comical period of time, while Thaddeus just put his face into his hands and sighed. Then Plotz thought of all the trouble that they’ve caused, all of those years of the chaos and destruction they brought upon the studio. And now he finally had a way to get rid of them with no legal repercussions whatsoever. The Warner CEO slowly lifted his head, a manic grin spread on his face. The Siblings took notice of this and looked a bit disturbed. “Uhh, Plotzy? You feeling okay?” Yakko asked. “Oh, I’m just fine. No, better than fine, actually. I’m very happy for the three of you right now!” The three children blanched. “You are?” “Oh yes, very happy for you! In fact, I’ve already taken the liberty upon myself to pack all... of... your things!” Thaddeus brought out three dusty, humongous suitcases, bulging out of the cracks with various clothing. They hit the floor with a resounding thud, some of the dust falling off. It was as if they’ve been prepared years ago. “Gee, thanks, Mr. Plotz!” They all said. “Oh, no need to thank me. Just be sure write from Iquincera or wherever it is you three are going.” Thaddeus began pushing the three towards the door of his office. “You mean, Equestria?” Yakko corrected. “Yes, yes. Quinceanera or something. Have a nice trip!” Plotz slammed the door in behind them as they left. He then ran behind his desk and opened a secret compartment on his desk. The secret compartment contained a button, which he pushed. Just then, a siren blared as confetti and balloons began to fall from the ceiling. Celebratory marching band music began playing and a banner that said ‘THEY’RE GONE!!!’ was unrolled and displayed. “YES! FINALLY, HAHA!” He proceeded to call Dr. Scratchansniff, Hello Nurse, and Ralph the Security Guard to tell them about the good news and that they were going out to celebrate. Meanwhile, the No-Longer-Warner Siblings heard his whoopings from just outside the door. “Wow, he must be really happy for us,” Yakko said. “How sweet of him,” Dot agreed. As soon as they left Warner Lot, they stopped. “So, how do we get there, Yakko?” Wakko asked. “The same way we get to any place we need to go: A Scene Transition!” (Cue whatever theme song your head can come up with) In the small town of Ponyville, a rambunctious pink pony was racing around town square, setting up a large ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party for somepony new. No one had heard of a new pony coming into town, but no one ever questioned Pinkie’s motives. They just assumed that they must not’ve heard of the newcomer, and hoped the party wouldn’t be too crazy. Twilight however, always the rationalist, was curious as to who this new pony was. So, she decided to ask her directly. “Hi, Twilight! Do you think you could help me set up the cupcake table? Thanks! I just hope they still love cupcakes! It’s been ages since I’ve seen them! I hope they’ll recognize me! OOOH, I can’t wait!” “PINKIE!” Twilight shouted over Pinkie’s rambling. “Yes?” “Who’s coming today?” Pinkie’s eyes widened and her voice went down to conspiratory levels. “Well, that’s kind of hard to explain. In fact, it’s a really long story. Do you think it could wait until after the party?” “But then how will I know who’s new to town before the party.” Pinkie giggled. “Because it’s a surprise, duh!” Twilight was about to groan, but the air just above town square had done that for her. A portal began to open just above where the party was located, and three dogs/cats/children holding extremely large suitcases fell out and onto the ground with a comedic splat. They peeled themselves off of the ground and took in their surroundings. Everypony within sight had stopped what they were doing to stare at the newfound oddities that had fallen out of the sky. The tall one then spoke and waved to the crowd. “Hellooooo, Ponyville!” He then stopped after he noticed his hand. “Oooh, Flash animation. Very classy.” The shortest one then pulled out a mirror, examined herself, and gasped. “I look even more cuter than I did before! I didn’t think that was possible!” The medium sized one immediately noticed the spread of confectionaries (Good night, everybody) and made a beeline straight to it. “CUPCAKES!” The other two noticed second and followed the middle one’s lead. The three then proceeded to commit mass confectionicide. There were no survivors. Pinkie Pie then picked up all three of them with her front hooves hugged them. “Yakko! Wakko! Dot! You made it! Although you are a bit early.” The three of them hugged back despite being covered in chocolate frosting, but Pinkie didn’t mind. “Pinkie Pie! You’re our favorite pony!” They said. She released the group hug. “Well, of course I would be. Don’t you remember me?” “Of course we do. We’ve seen every episode,” Yakko replied. “You don’t remember? Here, maybe this will help!” Pinkie suddenly turned into something of Movietone quality. She began to dance, making a tap-dancing sound effect with her hooves. After her short jig, she stood upright on one hindleg, threw out a blast of confetti from her other hooves, and shouted, “Let’s party!” The Movietone effect ended and just left Pinkie posing in the awkward/slightly painful position. The three siblings (along with the rest of Ponyville within sight) were gaping at Pinkie’s display of 1930’s animation. Finally, Wakko found the right words to say, “A-Aunt Party?” “That’s me!” Pinkie said, now back on all fours. The three children then gave Pinkie another large group hug while jumping in place at the same time. “Aunt Party! It’s you! It’s you! It’s you!” “It’s me! It’s me! It’s me!” As the three siblings and pink pony were doing their odd display of hyperactive affection, Twilight, as well as everypony within seeing distance, had the ultimate question on their minds. WAT!? A/N: This idea had been eating me alive ever since I thought of it. Mostly because no one else did before me (Well, maybe they did, but they didn’t write it). So I thought, “Dammit, this is a good idea and it needs to be made!” And so it was made. Don’t forget to Like, Comment, Fave, and possibly Watch. Any of those will help.
Hearth's Warming Eve: A Self-Insertion Meta Special Galore Extravaganza‘Twas the day before Christmas, and stuck in his room Was Abyx4433, trapped in his doom He knew that the holidays would be here soon But was just too lazy to think of something new The Warners took notice, they would not miss the holidays So they tied up the author in bows of festive grace Abyx apologized profusely for the time he had in waste But promised he’d make it up with a new chapter, post-haste The Warners shook their heads, it wasn’t good enough Did they have to spell it out? Did they have to get rough? They needed something fitting, something meant for the season Not something regular, out of the blue for no reason A Holiday Special, the author agreed Some festive cheer is what the audience needs It had been quite a while, though, since the last chapter was up And it was only the first, how would a Special keep up? It needed to be different, not like a normal chapter Then he glanced at the Warners, and thought of something better He’d need Pinkie for it to work, it was the only way “Guys,” Abyx said, standing, “I have something perfect for the day!” A few hours later finds everyone else there Pinkie, her friends, even Abyx’s friend, Aleister Abyx stood in front, looking about He then paused dramatically, before speaking out “Alright, everyone. We’re trying something beta For this Holiday Special, we’re going to go meta” There was only silence, for a few awkward moments Then Fluttershy raised her hoof, preparing her statement Abyx pointed to her. “U-um, aren’t we already?” He cupped his chin in thought, and then nodded slightly “Yeah, I suppose. But this isn’t what I mean I mean an actual plot, not this set up scene” Aleister spoke, “Do we really have to? Were already speaking verses, it seems like overdo” “I’ve been gone for so long, I’m making up for a lot But I need something set up outside what I’ve got” “Then just stick to this here,” Twilight exclaimed “And I’m sure the audience won’t mind if you just explained” “Excuses, excuses, that’s all that they’ll see That’s why I’m doing this, no excuses for me” “Oh, that’s just foolishness,” said Rarity “They won’t think of you lesser if they knew you were busy” “Yeah, Sugarcube,” Applejack chipped in “From what you told us, Bronies ain’t known for aggression” “Hey, take it from us,” Yakko said with a smile “We know when fandoms are worth their while And Bronies are the most moral out of any other The Holidays increase that from our pony brothers” “Bronies are usually very respectful,” added Dot “Compared to others in criticism, they provide a lot Unlike most of the rest, who just banter and flame Bronies support fics enough to bring other fandoms shame” “So don’t feel down,” Wakko said, patting his hand “You’re a busy teen, they’ll understand” And those who knew Abyx before would say That Abyx’s work ethic grew three sizes that day Abyx then cleared his throat. “Spike, take a letter Dear Princess Celestia, today, I’ve learned better I shouldn’t doubt all of my fellow bronies For I know that they’ve learned from your little ponies The Holidays are a time meant for giving and caring for kindness and gratitude, for love and its sharing If I didn’t expect that from those taught by such a show Then who am I to say that I’ll preemptively know? And If someone does say something relatively negative I’m sure that they only mean it in a way that’s constructive And so, with a very cheerful ‘Happy Holidays’ to thee Your faithful subject (and loyal fan), Abyx4433” Spike sent the letter off with a puff of magic smoke And Pinkie gave Abyx’s belly an attention grabbing poke “Well now that that’s done, I think that it’s time-” Rainbow cut in, “To start the party so we can stop with the rhymes?” And so the group of friends feasted all through the night They gave each other gifts and sang ‘til morning’s light They didn’t stop then, they didn’t even tire The joy of each other’s company fueled their spirits’ fire Then on the next day, once everyone left Abyx got some blueberry tea and sat at his desk He opened his laptop, he knew he had work to do He was determined to finally finish chapter two A/N: This actually would’ve been up yesterday if my internet hadn’t gone down. I really am sorry for the long delay, but I’ve finally found time and inspiration to continue with this story. Chapter two will be up soon, possibly before New Year’s. Thank you for being patient. (Also, I don't like the Author's Notes box.)
The Long Awaited Chapter TwoDisclaimer: After what I wrote in this, I think it’s necessary that I have to say that The Warners do, in fact, still belong to the Warner Bros. I might as well also say that Friendship is Magic belongs to Lauren Faust, and Doctor Who belongs to the BBC. The magic that permeates throughout Equestria is meant to provide every creature across the land logic breaking convenience in order to solve small show-stopping problems and maximize entertainment opportunities as well as keeping the world going as the script was written. This is why Ponies can sometimes hold things with their hooves, while at other times have to hold things with their mouths. It can also give Ponies a few moments of wall-breaking knowledge for the sake of a joke. This was one of the reasons why Lauren Faust decided to have the show’s set be an entire world in a pocket dimension located somewhere within Studio B. Faust knew that she would have to deal with a nation-sized cast of handless quadrupeds, so she decided to experiment with some of the set creators to design a set that could bend around a mass population of Toons without causing destruction to the studio. This world also had to have it’s own celestial bodies which could be controlled because of the show’s plot, hence why the world needed to be in a pocket dimension. But it’s because of the set being it’s own world was why the inhabitants of Equestria had to be kept in the dark about their existence as Toons, outside of the few moments of knowledge they would gain, courtesy of the writers. So, in short, it’s the magic that follows the script, which in turn influences the Toons, rather than the other way around. However, there are several beings in Equestria that have knowledge of the world outside of the world, which inverts the process of magic for them. For these beings, instead of the order going script, magic, Toon, it goes Toon, magic, script. The only beings who can do this are Pinkie Pie, The newly-arrived, no-longer Warners, and a Toon version of The Doctor turned Pony, who usually chooses to stay far away from the plot for fear of lawsuits from the BBC. An exception to both of these orders would be Discord, because he’s actually evil and you’d have to be insane to want to give him power over the script. For him it goes script, Discord, magic, Toon. Pinkie had finished sharing this information with the trio of non-pony Toons as they headed away from the square of still-completely-stunned ponies and to Pinkie’s workplace/home, Sugarcube Corner. They tried to continue the party, but it was obvious that Pinkie’s largest and most blatant disregard for normal physics done in public had nearly broken every mind that had the misfortune to watch it. “Or you just needed a plot device that would move us away from the party,” Pinkie said, smirking at me. Well, yeah. It could’ve been that. Either way, Pinkie decided that they just needed some time to rest before their brains could reboot. So, Pinkie decided to get the three children settled in at a temporary guest room in Sugarcube Corner. On the way, the siblings had asked to know more about the set, considering they were going to live there, and she happily gave them the information that was normally classified to any other Equestrian. “A civilized, governed Toon world. It’s what every animator has dreamed of,” Yakko said with awe in his voice. “Yup, and ol’ Faustie was the first to do it,” Pinkie said with pride. “Shame that they still made her a supervising consultant now instead of working with us full-time, though. She had sooooo many great ideas!” “So, when’s season 3 starting, Aunt Party?” Wakko asked. “Ohhh... Weeeeell... The season’s actually passed its ninth episode already.” “What?!” Dot exclaimed. “How could we miss that! We’ve only been here for a five minutes!” “Blame Abyx.” Pinkie then turned to me. Wait, what? “You heard me.” Hey, I thought we already cleared this up with the Hearth’s Warming Special. You even supported me when I felt sincerely sorry. “Yes, and now you’re feeling better. And since you got your readers to not berate you for your delay, I’ll do it for the-” “Wait, he made us miss nine episodes!?” Dot looked livid. Oh God, someone help me- “YOU LAZY *censored*! I’LL MAKE SURE YOU MISS THE FINALE WHEN I’M DONE WITH YOU, YOU *censored* *censored* PIECE OF *ceeeeennnnnnssssoooorrrreeeeed* STUFFED IN A *censored* *censored* BUCKET WITHOUT GREASE OR A SPOON!” *Sobbing* I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you- “SORRY DOESN’T EVEN MAKE UP FO-” “Dot, stop!” Yakko- *Sniff* Yakko s-shouted, h-halting her s-sister. “He was busy, remember? You know, real life?” “Well, yeah. But still, nine episodes! We missed nine episodes of Ponies! And I know that all of his time wasn’t spent on schoolwork.” W-well, *sniff* I-I couldn’t really figure out what to do after the last chapter- “You seem to be doing fine right now.” That’s only because my writing block is gone, now that I have an extended break. “You also had Thanksgiving.” Two weeks is minimum for extended. “Sure it is.” “Look, can you just apologize for screaming at him so we can move on?” Yakko interjected impatiently. “Nice alliteration.” Thanks. “Bu-but why do I have to apologize?!” “You mean for reasons other than making him cry?” Yakko deadpanned. “Exactly!” “Dot, apologize.” “Bu- He- Di- Urgh! Fine.” Dot turned to me. Don’t ask me how I know that with text, I just do. “I’m sorry for reducing you to a quivering wreck,” she gritted out. It’s fine. I’m sorry for being lazy. I’ll try to keep you updated on episodes from now on. “See, he’s trying,” Yakko said. “Besides, you brought the travel laptop, didn’t you?” “...Yes.” “Then what’s the problem? I’m sure we can pick up some of Studio B’s wifi from here. Can’t we, Pinkie?” “Sure! I don’t get any problems with it,” Pinkie replied. And with that, the four strolled off to Sugarcube Corner to prepare for the next scene. Back at Warner Bros. Studios, Thaddeus Plotz, Otto Scratchnsniff, and Hello Nurse were discussing the recent leave of the no-longer-Warners. “Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha, hey! Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha, hey! Cha-cha-cha-” ...Er, well. Anyway, the speaker on the CEO’s desk let out a tone before his scelectar- uh, secretary, Marie’s voice came from it. “Mr. Plotz? We have someone from The Hub on line 4. They wish to speak with you about The Warners-” Plotz rushed away from the conga line to cut off his assistant. “Tell them they can have them and anything that has to do with them! Heck, they can even keep their names for all I care! We’re finally, legally rid of them, haha!” “Yes, sir.” Marie then switched lines over to the Hub consultant. “He said that we’ve relinquished all property over them and anything to do with them. You can keep them as common source or claim them as bought property. Either way, you’re free to use them as you wish.” The Hub consultant (we’ll call him Rob) scratched his head in confusion. “Really? Just like that? I’d assume that he’d want them back, considering the success that they’ve brought him in the cartoon department.” “Well, yes, but their contract for that actually ran out years ago, and saying they’re a handful to look after is an understatement. It’s a wonder why we’ve kept them here for so long without noticing.” Marie then looked around before whispering conspiratorially, “Personally, I think it’s because Plotz has a soft spot for the-” The doors to Thaddeus’ office burst open- “Don’t you even imply that I ever liked those kids, Ms. Susan!” -before shutting again. Rob chuckled and leaned back into his seat. “Well, if containment was a problem before, I don’t think it will be now, considering their new set.” He then thought of something before he was prepared to hang up. “Hmm, you said ‘anything to do with them,’ right? Do you think we could get a copy of all of the Animaniacs episodes? We might as well put those back on the air if no one is using them.” Marie nodded, then turned to her office computer. “Sure, I could send a copy of those right over, and good luck with the Warners.” Rob chuckled again. “Alright. Thank you, Ms. Susan.” He cut off the line to Warner Studios and brought up another. “Mr. Stephenson? Yes, I’m back... Look, we don’t need Matt Smith, and we don’t even need Tennant. We just need the rights to the character. We already have a Toon that could play the part... I’m sure we can work that out with the writers... Well, sure we could, but the fans are a bit expectant. Plus, Lauren’s a bit of a fan as well... Thank you... Yes, thank you so much.” Rob hung up, then stood, pumping his fist in the air. “Yes! We got him!” Several Whovians nearby cheered. Pinkie and the once-again Warners were entering the baking establishment that was their destination when Pinkie called out, “Mr. and Mrs. Cake! My nephews and niece are going to be staying here for a bit while they get settled into Ponyville, is that alright?” She apparently paid no heed to the stares that she and her relatives were getting from the customers still there. Mrs. Cake was walking downstairs, carrying Pumpkin and Pound on her back. “Oh, I didn’t know you were an aunt, Pinkie. Who are the-” She stopped when she finally took notice of the four. “Uh, Pinkie? Are these your... relatives?” Pinkie giggled. “Of course they are, silly. Who else would they be?” Cup nervously scratched behind her neck. “Well... It’s just... They aren’t Ponies.” “Oh, right! That’s because they’re Toons!” “Then how are they related to you?” “That’s easy! I’m-” She abruptly paused. She completely forgot to tell everyone! Ever since her Pinkie Sense told her about the Warners coming, she had been too busy to tell anyone else about her true Toon heritage. She had meant to tell someone sooner, she truly did, but no one would believe her until today and she completely forgot! Suddenly, a distraction! Wakko had taken notice of the foals and appeared next to them. “Aww. What are the little scamps’ names?” Cup jumped a bit in surprise when she heard Wakko’s voice suddenly next to him. “Er, uh, the unicorn is Pumpkin and the pegasus is Pound.” “They’re so adorable.” The foals giggled when Wakko ruffled their hair a bit, and he laughed as well when Pound grabbed his nose and honked it. He pulled off and faced them both. “Watch the Gookie!” Cup’s face distorted a bit in slight disgust at Wakko’s infamous “Gookie”, but the foals seemed to be enjoying it, so she couldn’t complain. “Uh, so... What are your names, anyway?” Wakko slid over to his siblings as Yakko named them off. “I’m Yakko, he’s Wakko, and she’s-” “Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Third,” Dot interrupted. Yakko looked at her, slightly bemused. “...Or you can call her Dot.” “Call me Dotty and you’ll die.” “Yup, do that and you’re dead. Anyway, we’re the Warner Brothers!” “And Warner Sister!” There was a bit of an awkward silence (just a small bit, nothing too serious), before Pinkie broke it (don’t worry, it was quick and painless), “So, can they stay?” Cup sighed, then gave a warm smile to Pinkie. “I don’t see why not. If they are relatives, then I guess we could spare some room while they get settled into town. You said they’re moving here?” Yakko answered for her. “Yes, we are. We’ve heard so much about this wonderful town and decided to move here to get away from it all.” “Oh, that’s nice. Where were you from, originally?” Yakko blinked. “Pardon?” “I said, where did you move here from?” “Burbank, Cali- Oof!” Wakko replied before getting elbowed by Yakko. Yakko ignored his glare. “Burbank? I’ve never heard of that place before.” Yakko’s eyes darted around. “Uhhhhhhhhhh, we’re foreigners? From, uh... ” “South!”“West!” Dot and Wakko blurted out. “The Southwest! Yep, the metropolis of Burbank in the sunny Southwest. Very hot and crowded there. We came here to catch some of the Northwestern Amer- er, Equestrian nature and feel of Ponyville.” The married baker blinked. “But we’re in the Midwest.” “Uh, I’m talking about relative to our old home. To us, all of Equestria is Northwest, since we’re from the Southwest.” “But how does-” Yakko cut her off and hugged Pinkie. “And since our only aunt in Equestria is staying here in Ponyville, we thought we would stay here with family.” He finished off his act with a broad grin, encouraging the others to join the hug and grin as well. “Oh, well that makes sense, I suppose. Wait, doesn’t Pinkie have relatives in-” Pinkie cut her off this time with a Pinkie Sense combo of itchy neck, ticklish knee, and chattering teeth. Her eyes then grew wide as she pushed the three siblings upstairs. “WellitsbeennicetalkingbutIreallythinkweshouldgetthesethreesettleddon’tyouokaygreatbye!” Cup tried to respond, but as soon as the door to Pinkie’s room slammed shut, the store entrance slammed open, revealing a very red and steaming Twilight Sparkle. Those who knew of what usually ensued when Twilight was furious wisely fled the establishment, while those who weren’t so enlightened simply shrunk into their seats and trembled. Twilight stomped in and shouted to the owner of the establishment (although everyone winced as if it was directed at them personally, and felt as if they should apologize to Celestia for whatever horrible things they’ve done in the past), “WHERE ARE THEY!” Cup, Pound, and Pumpkin pointed their trembling hooves upstairs to Pinkie’s room, as they assumed that the inhabitants of that room was who she was after. She stormed up the room like an unstoppable force of nature, on a mission to punish whoever dared to mess with her understanding of the universe so carelessly and set them straight. Once the Current Horned Purple Deity of Fear had disappeared from mortal sight, the remaining patrons of the the shop fled as they should have since she entered. The foals gripped onto their mother’s back with fear as she stumbled back to the kitchen. They didn't even cry for fear of attracting her back with their tears. Carrot Cake rushed to her as soon as he noticed her and the foals’ state. “Dear, what happened!? I felt an odd feeling of insignificance a few moments ago!” Cup, after a few moments hesitation, spoke. “A bleak blanket of rage and darkness has spread over us this day. Even the gods tremble at the strong, albeit temporary curse put upon us, for they know that even they may not stop it.” Carrot blinked. Twice. “What?” “Twilight Sparkle is very angry.” “Oh.” Carrot's pupils then shrunk to pinpricks. “Oh... no.” Let it be known that thou shalt never break Twilight’s brain through logic defiance without consequence. Heck, even I’m scared now. A/N: Happy 2013 Day! We’re alive to live another year! Another year of possibilities which I hope that you all take advantage of. I’m sure I probably won’t! Unless I do by some miracle. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, for I certainly enjoyed writing it. If you look closely at it, you’ll actually notice some plot! I also meant to put this out yesterday, but my laptop screwed me over big time. And maybe I won’t slack off on anymore chapters because I now have story motivation. Ha, that’s a laugh! Don’t encourage me. I’m very exhausted, and could use a break. I’m sorry. It’s alright. And with that, a title-inserting send off: Goodnight, Everypony!
