They all mewed along, and for singing her song, Plebie had the Hors d'oeuvre of gooning in front thusly being an effective simp for any possible traps. She stopped at a cliff, and asked, "How are we gonna yeet this?"

The river surged rapidly, and didn't seem to be yeetable. Then, they all heard the suss sounds of distant femboy cries.

"Huh?" Plebie Pie plebbed. Before them swam Kanye West dressed as a gay fish.

"What's the word, what's the word?" Kanye asked.

"Excuse me, sir," Twilibidi yapped. "Why are you rapping?"

"Well, I don't know," he said presumptuously, whatever that word means. "I was just sitting here like an average Joe, minding my own business I beg your forgiveness, when this tacky little cloud of purple smoke just whisked past me like it was my dentist! It tore half of my beloved music record clean off, and now it doesn't sound so stupendous."

He wailed like a big gay whale would.

"Oh," Rainbruh Dash sighed. "Break me off a piece of that KIT KAT bar."

"This is who all the fuzz is after?" Yapplejack rizzed a gyatt.

"Why, of course it is," Rareyeet exclaimed. "How can you be so insussitive? It's like being insensitive but you're also being super sussy about it! Oh, just peep at him. Such sigma luminescent scales!"

Kanye sniffled, "I kno!"

"And your expertly holstered gun."

"Oh, I kno, I kno."

"Your femboylicious dossier of bodybags."

"It's so true!"

Rareyeet yapped, "All pogged like in an online video game without your Byeetiful music!"

"It's true, I'm a gay fish!"

"I simplyeet cannot let such a cringe against femboylosity go not uncensored." She pulled out a knife, and mimicked the Hitch Hiker, "I... I g-got a knife...!"

Never let AI write MLP Brainrot ever again.

"Rareyeet?" Twilibidi asked, "What are you-"

He screamed like a little sissy, "What did you do that for?"

Rareyeet cut off a little bit of errypone's manes and tails giving them all fresh haircuts while at the same time providing herself with enough materials to prep a makeshift music record for Kanye. Don't ask, I'm not explaining it any further.

"Oh-hohohoho!" Kanye was cap. "My music! How wonderbar..."

"It'll sound smashing."

"Stop talking like that," Twilibidi begged.

"Oh, it's fine, my dankling. Short talk is in this season. Besides, it'll go on throwback if we don't take advantage rn."

"So will Kanye West's music," Rainbruh Dash pointed out.

Twilibidi gasped as she noiceticed how noicely her streaming was. "It stopped buffering! We can watch the rest of the episode now. Let's go, goyls- Ah!"

"Allow me."

Kanye West personally sailed them across and like a simp he waved at them all as they departed.

"There it is! The old video game that almost nopone can beat all the way! The very first original Rayman! We made it!"

She took off galloping.

"Twilibidi, wait for suss!"

"We're almost there."

Change.

"I'll eat a pear."

Change.

"I choose dare."

Change.

"Is that a cliff? Whoa!"

Rainbruh saved her just in time, and yapped with a question, "What's with you and falling for hunks today?"

They all looksmaxxed downwards, and Plebie sighed, "Now what?"

Rainbruh Dash flapped her wings pogmatically, and said, "Duh."

"Oh, yeesh. Doesn't it hurt?"

Rainbruh rushed over like she was a manager or something, and then she thought she heard one of her co-workers calling out to her.

"Rainbruh..."

"Who's there?"

Again, "Rainbruh..."

"I ain't gotta be to work at Ihop until three!"

"We've been reviewing your application to Waffle House. We think you might be a good fit for our door holder and bus mare."

"What? I never filled out an application. That was like, a year and a half ago."

"Why, of course you did. I can start you off at 12$ hourly. How does that sound?"

"Really?! I mean... Hey, uh, you wouldn't mind telling me about the benefits, would ya? 'Cause I've been trying to get a good job for, like, ever."

"No, the benefits suck unfortunately. It's pretty much just the 12$ an hour. We want you to join us, the Waffle House down the road from where you live. We're the greatest breakfast team in America, and soon we will be the greatest in the world, but first, we need someone to hold the door for all these hungry, dissatisfied customers... The most magnificent..."

"Yep."

"Swootiest..."

"Yes."

"Most rizzed Pegasussy in all the land!"

"Yes, it's all true."

"We need... you. To work at a crummy Waffle House."

"WOOHOO! Sign me up. Just let me put in my two-week notice."

"No! It's them or us."

Just then, the spectrum company got a call from Twilibidi likely wanting to purchase a better internet bundle. "Hello?"

"Rainbruh, what's taking so long?"

"I might need to call you back. I'm on an interview with Waffle House rn... I think."

"Oh no, Rainbruh! Don't work for them! Pancakes are better than waffles!"

"Well?"

"You... You...! Thx! For the offer, I mean, but I'm afraid not afraid I have to say nope to yoke."

Upon her return, all the plastic pones on the other side of the bridge cheered. It was enough to make Santa not want to come and give you presents this year, and you haven't even been that bad fr ngl.

"See? I'd never leave my co-workers hangin'. But I'm funna need a carpool."

They entered the castle at last. It seemed like it had been months now. "Whoa," Twilibidi yapped.

"Come on, Twililililili. Isn't this what you've been looksmaxxing forwards to?"

"The Grimace of Harmony, we've found them. Careful, careful! I said be careful! Jeez, what're all of you doing?! STOP! Stop moving. Stop reading. Why are you still reading! Stop! I said STOP... Okay... Okay, I think we're alright now. Is errypone alright?"

Plebie said, "Yeah, wth? Fr on Gods." She then began counting out how many there were. "One, two, three, four... There's only five! Where's the sex? I mean, the sixth?"

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