Fat Albert, Super Jerk, and the Goblin Tower

Lyra stared at the humans as they mocked her, pointing and flipping the bird. And she was pissed. No; where she was right now was the discorded reality she dreamed of, but it seemed that everyone had hands but her. Her dream was to be the only one with hands; to show all of them that hu-mans were real. But ever since Discord got trapped in Ditzy's reality, he couldn't undo all of the portals as they closed up behind all of the ponies.

"SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!" Lyra screamed, already in fetal position.

"Why, because we're the superior species," the mob of Humans chorused, "with OPPOSABLE THUMBS?"

"AAGH!" shouted Lyra, tears streaming down her face.
Make it stop, thought Lyra. MAKE IT STOP!

Her thoughts switched to her hometown; how everyone believed in Humans over there. Oh, what she would give to be there now. Discord's spell transferred her to Marega, her hometown, to give her a little contest with his buddy, the devil.

=RANDOMSOMETHING=

The devil went down to Marega, he was looking for a soul to steal. He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and he was willin' to make a deal. When he came across this young mare lyrin' on a harp and playin' it hot. And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said:
"Girl, let me tell you what: I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a lyre player too. And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you."

Lyra sighed and turned off the gramophone.

"Devil, that's way too cliche. Everyone's going to expect that. No way am I doing something everyone will expect," Lyra sighed.

The devil popped out of his girly singing voice, slightly irritated things weren't going the way he planned.
"Come on. I need your soul, or Margaret's going to have a fit with me tonight," chirped the devil.
Lyra sighed.
"Devil, my life's existence revolves around the existence of HANDS. If I don't have HANDS, I don't have a life. Now if you would excuse me, I have some poking at the ground to do," sighed Lyra.
And the devil was struck with an idea, right then and there.
"How about I give you hands- OOOOOMMPH!" yelled the devil as a tackle slapped him to the ground.
"HANDS? HANDS? GIVE ME. NOW!" screamed Lyra, choking the keeper of death to... well, death.
"Alright, but you have to beat me in a kart race," chimed the devil.

=RANDOM CRAP=

"I'M LYRA!" shouted Lyra as she used her DS to navigate through her possible cars.
"NO, I'M LYRA!" yelled the devil. "SHE'S THE BEST PONY!"
"I AM LYRA!" yelled Lyra.

In a fast and furious race of hands versus hooves on the A button, the devil got his way and got Lyra Heartstrings as his racer. Lyra mentally checked it off as another reason she needed hands, as she got stuck with being the devil on her little LCD screen.

The devil's the worst, thought Lyra.

And through the chaotic magic running her nightmare, the two beings swarped through the LCD screen of the DS and onto the race track of PonCom vs. Nintendo Racers, eyes darting to the finish line.

=RANDOM STUFF=

Toad was a tad older then you'd normally expect; after all, it had been 50 years since the last mario game once PonCom stole the franchise. In that time frame, Toad had grown a mustache. A really long mustache. It was so thick, actually, that it was the race track today, and the bumps and snumps of the track were lice in his long, hairy mustache. Ew.

Today's track had a catch, though; due to the extensive pain for Toad if you went around it more then once, you only needed one lap to win, but you had to go all the way around.

NICE TRY, MORGAN FREEMAN!

"AWW!"

=RANDOM LUNA REFERENCE=

LYRA

The Levil stared down Lyra as he flexed his newly-grown hooves, with the ends of fingers tapped into them. He and Lyra had become meshes of each other, but due to the prize at stake here, DeviL still had hooves.

"DON'T MESS UP! THAT'S MY BODY YOU GOT THERE!" hollered the Levil.

3

VERSUS

2

DEVIL

"Oh, come on!" yelled DeviL as she peered at the newly-grown fingers on her mint-green hooves.

"I WANT MY BODY BACK!"

1

GO!

-Fin P4

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