G5 Adventures in Muppet Treasure Island

Jim Hawkins and Harmony Oceansong were beginning to develop a close relationship with Long John Silver, and Sunny was beginning to find a confidante in Captain Smollett, having confided in him with her alicorn issues back in Equestria.

However, everyone remained unaware that Uliana was really Allura, and her squirrel sidekick was really Twitch, and upon hearing late last night that they were heading for buried treasure, Uliana/Allura knew that this would be her chance to find a another piece of the star and claim it before those ponies did.

And since she and Long John were developing their own alliance... she and him both would know just what to do when the time was right.

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By the time the sun rose the next morning, everyone on the ship was busy with their own activities-- some with chores, some doing their own thing... it really just depended on what tasks they had.

Harmony giggled as she flew ahead of Jim, who was using Long John's crutch to get around, and Long John playfully chased them by using ropes and other things to maintain balance, since he was missing one of his legs.

As they went by, they passed Misty, Gonzo and Rizzo, who were happily sharing a snack. In fact, the three tried to make conversation as they went past.

“Morning, Harmony!”

“Hi, Jim!”

“Yo, Jimbo! Mornin', Long…”

“Hi, Long John. Good morning…”

However, the three went on past without saying a word, causing Misty and Gonzo to shrug at each other before Misty started eating an apple she had conjured. “Well,” Rizzo huffed, “at least one of us is having a good time.”

“Aw, Rizzo, it’s not so bad,” Gonzo shrugged. “Angel Marie said that later on, he'd throw a line out the back and let me drag along the bottom.”

However, Rizzo shook his head, still concerned with what had been going on here recently. “I don't know about this crew. I feel like they're always watchin' us, just waitin' to pounce.”

“You know, Rizzo, I didn’t wanna admit it at first,” said Misty, “but I agree-- especially Uliana, that pegasus Long John and that squirrel hang out with? Something about her doesn’t feel right.”

However, Gonzo shrugged at their worried nature. “Ah, that's just a figment of your imagination.”

Suddenly, the three were grabbed by Polly Lobster, Clueless Morgan, Mad Monty and Shivers, and the three of them screamed as they were forced below deck through a hidden trapdoor.

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Misty looked at Gonzo as she, Gonzo and Rizzo were tied up below deck, waiting to be tortured by their captures. “This is a figment of our imagination?” she asked her friend before sighing and trying to struggle out of her ropes. “Oh brother…”

“Now…” Polly began slowly, “...tell us where the map is... or we'll tear ya limb from limb!”

“Never! My friends and I will never tell!” Gonzo said defiantly, leading Misty to nod in agreement. “Hey, hey, there could be extenuantin’ circumstances.” Rizzo stammered as the pirates gathered around him. “I mean, you know, uh-- wh-- I b-- if, uh…m-maybe they’ll ask real nice.”

“Have you forgotten who we’re dealing with here?” Misty asked quietly. “In your dreams!” Bad Monty spat, just as Shiver chattered to get on with the torture. “Yeah, what the squirrel said. Do it, Monty! Do it!” Polly Lobster said sadistically. “Yeah!” Gonzo nodded. “Do it to me!”

Monty began turning a large wheel that pull the ropes around Gonzo’s wrists and ankles. His limbs began stretched out like spaghetti. “Woah! Oh! Oh!” Gonzo practically moaned. “Yes! Aah! More!”

Misty clamped her mouth shut as tight as she could to keep from puking. “Oh, no, I can’t look...” Rizzo turned away. “Look at this!” Gonzo exclaimed. “I’m taller. This is so cool! I may even have a future with the NBA! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

“This guy’s a masochist, but I gotta love the guy...” Misty whispered to herself. “This won’t work! He likes it!” Polly said angrily. Shiver then chattered something in the lobster’s ear. “Oh, good idea...” a twisted grin formed on Polly’s mouth. “Let’s torture the rat and pony!”

“Say what now?!” Misty said, fear taking over her. “Huh? No! No, no, no, no!” Rizzo began to panic. Clueless Morgan picked up a metal rod, hot to the touch, and brought it over to the tied-up pair. “No, please. Can’t we talk about this?” Misty pleaded as Rizzo began to scream. “No, no, no, no, no! No! No! Oh, no! Oh, please, no! I hate basketball!”

“I don’t think that’s what they have in mind,” the cerulean unicorn said to the rat in despair. The other pirates began to laugh as Morgan brought the hot metal rod just inches from Rizzo and Misty. “I have a lovely recipe for blackened rat with a side of freshly seared pony legs.”

Rizzo and Misty began screaming bloody murder, cause the two could feel the excruciating heat radiating from then rod. Misty tried breaking free from the ropes, tears threatening to spill, but the pirates just laughed.

However, by some miracle, Mr. Arrow entered the room just before the worst happened. He staggered back in shock upon seeing the entire kerfuffle.

The rat and pony stopped screaming upon seeing him. The pirates froze, and Morgan put his hand around the sickly orange part of the rod to hide it. “I say. This does not look safe!” Mr. Arrow admonished. Suddenly, Clueless Morgan began to shake-- apparently, putting your hand around a metal rod is not a good idea. Eventually, the goat pirate screeched and blew in his burning hand. “What? What? What? What?” Polly asked, confused. “Oh, I b-- I burned my hand!” Morgan cried out in pain. “Oh, kiss it or something!”

Rizzo began laughing, while Misty got her breath, trying to calm herself down. Mr. Arrow shook his crossly. Shiver face-palmed, their plan now in pieces. “Thank you, Mr. Arrow...” Misty sniffled. “No problem.” Mr. Arrow replied despondently, his focus remained on the pirates.

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Harmony and Jim were busy scrubbing the deck when they turned to see Gonzo having the time of his life with his spindly, new limbs. The ponies all stared around with… varying expressions. “This is wrong, this is gross... It’s just unnatural.” Sunny said with a shudder of disgust. “Agreed.” Hitch nodded. “Dr. Livesey, please tell me this is reversible.”

“It sure is. It’s quite the easy fix,” Dr. Livesey replied. “I don’t know, guys. I can get used to this.” Izzy rode one of the limbs like a rodeo horse. “Whee!! This is fun!!”

“More power to you, Izzy.” Zipp said to the unicorn sarcastically before she turned to Misty, who was still shaken up by the incident. “You going to be okay?”

“Y-Yeah… just a little distraught and shaken up,” Misty nodded. “Don’t worry,” Zipp assured, wrapping a wing around Misty gently. “You’re finally safe now. Plus, Persephone and Captain Smollett are definitely going to do something about those monsters.”

The captain and Persephone, indeed, were going to do something about them. As the duo stalked the deck, Gonzo caught sight of them. “Oh! Poodly, poodly, poodly, poodly, poodly!”

As Gonzo used his longer limbs to tickle Captain Smollett, both he and Persephone remained unfazed. In fact, they were both furious, but not with Gonzo or anyone else. “Mr. Arrow!” Persephone barked. “Lock those four up for the remainder of the voyage!”

Mr. Arrow gave a salute to this. “Yes, madam!”

“You can’t hold us!” Polly objected as Clueless Morgan began to cry. “To the brig! Move along!” Mr. Arrow demanded angrily. “Will you stop crying? Will you shut up!” Polly yelled at Clueless Morgan as Shiver began chattering obscenities. “Whoa, language, mate,” Bad Monty said, a little surprised by the ferocity of the squirrel. “Move along,” Mr. Arrow pushed them away.

Harmony and Jim watched as the four pirates were led away, and they also saw Sunny and Hitch using ropes and hoisting Gonzo up the mast. “Oh, good. That’s good. Yeah,” Gonzo said pleasantly, clearly getting enjoyment out of this. “Whoo!”

“Master Hawkins?” Captain Smollett called. “May I see you and Harmony in my cabin, please?”

“...yes, sir,” Harmony nodded, having a feeling of what was going to happen as she and Jim followed Persephone and Captain Smollett back to their cabin. “Are you going to make those four walk the plank?” Izzy asked with excitement as she walked alongside them. “Sorry, Izzy… that’s not exactly our thing,” Captain Smollett told her politely before they entered the cabin, leaving Izzy to pout. “Oh, poo…”

“Well, they deserve it,” Pipp huffed. “Nopony hurts our Misty and gets away with it.”

“Oh, sure. Gloss over the fact we were in there,” Rizzo rolled his eyes. “Oh, of course. Nobody hurts our friends period,” Pipp corrected with a nervous smile. By this point, Gonzo was fully stretched out, hanging from the mast. “Are you sure this will work, doc?” Zipp asked. “This seems a bit unorthodox.”

“Absolutely. I’ve done this many times before.” Livesey replied brightly. Zipp and Hitch turned to look at each other. 'Many times'? What was that supposed to mean? “Ready, Mr. Gonzo?” Livesey called up to the stretchy guy. “Ready!” Gonzo said. “Tie off the rope, Beaker!” Dr. Livesey said, and Beaker immediately did as told. The doctor then pulled out a pair of scissors. “We call this the window shade cure.”

“It has a name, too?” Hitch asked incredulously, leaving Izzy to shrug casually. “All right...” Livesey began cutting the rope. “Snip, snip, snip!”

As soon as the rope broke, Gonzo shot upward and wrapped around the the mast’s sidepole. “Yeow! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!”

He stopped spinning and held onto the pole, his limbs returned to their normal length. “Oh, great! Wow! Ha! Aah!”

Then he plummeted back down to the deck, landing on top of Beaker, leaving all the ponies to cringe from the impact. “That’s gonna leave a mark.” Zipp stated. “Hoo-hoo! That was so cool!” Gonzo laughed.

Beaker, however, was stuck halfway down his shirt. He tapped Gonzo’s shoulder, his voice muffled. Gonzo turned to the assistant, who was now pointing at his center. Gonzo quickly understand what needed to be done. “Oh, sure.”

Gonzo jabbed his finger against Beaker’s chest and his head popped out from underneath his collar. Beaker dusted himself off, while Gonzo laughed. “Well, at least Gonzo’s back to normal,” Misty said. But as she looked toward Captain Smollett's cabin, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on in there.

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Inside Smollett’s cabin, Jim was sitting down waiting on the captain, grabbing a picture frame from the desk. “Who’s the lady pig, sir?” Harmony asked curiously. “Never mind that, guys,” Persephone said as she set the picture down on the desk. “This is starting to get way out of hoof, if you know what I mean.”

“Persephone’s got a point,” Captain Smollett agreed. “Listen. I’m hoping you’re willing to give me the map now, considering what’s just happened.”

“I’d rather not, sir,” Jim said, remaining adamant about keeping the map. Captain Smollett sighed and shook his head to this answer. “I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, Jim, but…as captain, I order you to give me the map.”

Harmony gasped lightly at this… she had never been given a captain’s order before… and Jim hadn’t either.

What were they going to do now?

Jim frowned. He really didn’t want to give away the map, but, he couldn’t reject an order from the captain. Begrudgingly, he searched in his coat and grabbed the old map out. “Mr. Arrow?” the captain called. The eagle entered the cabin, having taken care of the prisoners. “Aye aye, captain.”

“Lock up this treasure map,” Captain Smollett ordered. “Hmm.” Mr. Arrow gestured his hand out, and Jim begrudingly gave him the treasure map. “It will be safe in here, sir,” Mr. Arrow said as he placed the map in a cabinet and locked it.

This led Harmony to sigh, her ears flattening. “You and Jim did the right thing,” Persephone said to the pegasus softly. “I hope you guys know that.”

“...we know that,” Harmony said. “It’s just… I wish it didn’t have to happen this way.”

Persephone nodded in understanding, offering a hoof and helping Jim and Harmony onto their feet again. “Come on… I’ll help you with the rest of the chores so everypony can get a good night’s sleep tonight.”

And they would need that good night's sleep pretty soon... especially if they knew what was going to be coming.