G5 Adventures in Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie

After comforting Allura about her worries about her long-lost brother, Alterro, the Mane 6’s cutie marks lit up for a Unity Quest once again, quickly prompting them to drop Sparky off in Allura and Twitch’s care, say goodbye and jump into the portal before it closed.

They had no idea where they were going this time or what to expect, so our heroes would have to brace themselves for whatever they might find on the other side of that portal.

And hopefully… it wouldn’t be a mission too dangerous or risky that they could handle no problem.

However... I think that we all know by now that's probably not going to be the case.

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The bright blue sky was clear, and the sun was shining brightly over a medium-sized, bustling city, called Piqua, in the wonderful state of Ohio. Birds twittered as they flew through the air all the while the denizens went about their days.

A heavy wind picked up as the swirling, multi-colored portal opened up, allowing the Mane 6 to hop out of it and take a look at their surroundings. “Huh… it looks like we’re in a town of some kind,” said Hitch with a curious look as Zipp and Pipp referred to their FlyPad and phone. “But, which town is it?”

“Looks like we’re in the town of Piqua, Ohio,” Zipp said, showing them a map on her FlyPad. “Pipp and I installed high-powered GPS apps to our devices, so even when we’re in different worlds…”

“We’ll always know where we are!” Pipp added with a cheerful smile, hoof-bumping her sister. “Good thinking, you two,” Sunny smiled before the Mane 6 glanced around a bit more. “Now, we just have to figure out why the Unity Crystals sent us here and who they want us to help.”

That’s when Izzy pointed her hoof at a nearby building, which seemed to be a large elementary school named ‘Jerome Horwitz Elementary’. “It may just be my luminescence talking, but… maybe we should try there?”

“Jerome Horwitz Elementary? Yikes…” Pipp grimaced. “Somepony must REALLY need help if they need to name their school that of all things.”

Zipp looked at her sister with a weird expression. “And… what would YOU name an elementary school exactly?”

“Oh, a lot of different things,” Pipp scoffed. “Unity Crystal Academy, Unity Elementary, Pipp Petals Prepatory… okay, the last one is a little on the nose, but still! Those are a lot better than Jerome Horwitz Elementary!”

“Come on,” Misty said, breaking the two sisters up. “Let’s go and see what we can find out. But be careful-- some of these kids might not react well to seeing ponies, so let’s keep as out of sight as we can without me and Izzy using the invisibility spell.”

The ponies nodded to this before steadily creeping toward the school, trying to stay as out of sight as they possibly could to prevent a potential panic. But as they got closer, they managed to see three small figures laying down near the metal bleachers, causing them to hide behind the bleachers so they could get a better look.

As it turns out, there were two human boys and a young flying leopard cub getting out paper, colored pencils, crayons and other craft materials, as if wanting to make some sort of book.

The first boy (named George Beard) had brown skin (since he was African American), wearing a white collared T-shirt with a red and yellow striped tie and had a crew cut haircut.

The second boy (named Harold Hutchins) was blonde-haired boy with a large, fluffy hairstyle. His outfit usually consisted of a green and white striped t-shirt, brown shorts and light blue slip-on shoes.

But the flying leopard cub, named Kendra was interesting. She seemed to be around the same age as the boys, and she had a light, bluish-green pelt, deep blue eyes, blue spots with lighter blue rosettes inside of them, a blue nose, wings with blue feathers and a cutie mark of a whitish-gray cloud with three snowflakes underneath it.

And as the Mane 6 watched from behind the bleachers, Harold, George and Kendra began to work on their latest project, with Harold writing the story and Harold drawing all of the pictures while Kendra supervised the scene and added her input. “All right, okay. So, a long, long, long, long time ago…” George began as they began to draw out the comic book, “...in a galaxy far, far, away... there's a planet called Underpanty World.”

“Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait,” Harold said, stopping George as he quickly erased half of the Earth-like planet on the page and redrew it in order to make it seem like the planet was wearing a pair of white underpants. “Okay, go.”

“Oh, man, that’s perfect!” Kendra said with an excited giggle. “Keep going, George!”

“Okay, okay,” George laughed before he and Harold got right back to creating their comic book. “Underpanty World was a peaceful planet where everybody wore only underwear… until it started to blow up for some reason.”

Kendra sighed and shook her head at this. “It’s always the peaceful planets that get blown up, don’t they?”

“...I have no idea what the heck they’re doing,” Hitch whispered to the other ponies as they watched, “but honestly… I think I kinda like it.”

“Meanwhile,” George continued, unaware of the Mane 6’s presence, “the leaders of Underpanty World, Big Daddy Long Johns and his wife Princess Pantyhose saved their baby by stretching his underwear really far and then they shot him into space.”

“Right before it blew up, right?” Harold asked. “Right,” George nodded. “ And then he crashed on earth and he was raised by some nice fi…”

But that’s when George noticed that dolphins had been drawn on the page instead of farmers. “Dolphins?”

“Yeah, dolphins,” Harold nodded, seemingly proud with his choice. “Just go with it.”

“Well… okay,” Kendra shrugged uneasily. “If you say so.”

“So, the dolphins found the space baby and decided to raise him as their own,” George continued the story. “But, the space baby grew up fast.”

Next, the boys drew out a scene where an egg salad sandwich (seemingly alive for some reason) was flying across the sky before taking out a gigantic bridge, putting a school bus full of kids in danger until the space baby saved the bus by strengthing his underpants across the giant gap. “Faster than a speeding waistband!” Kendra said enthusiastically, pouncing at a butterfly as she spoke. “More powerful than boxer shorts! Able to leap tall buildings without getting a wedgie!”

“...huh?” the Mane 6 seemed to mutter, but shrugged either way as they continued to watch the three friends finish making their comic. “He fights for truth, justice, and all that is preshrunk and cottony!” George added as they were just about finish. “For he is…”

“Captain Underpants!” Harold concluded, writing the title on the front page. “The Origin Issue.”

“It’s so good,” George said, laying back on the grass. “But you know,” Kendra said with a hum of thought, “we should have done an origin issue ages ago.”

“Yeah,” Harold nodded. “Like… first.”

Suddenly, George frowned at one particular detail. “You know, I'm not sure about the dolphins, though.”

“Yeah, I know,” Harold nodded in understanding. “It's just, I didn't know if it was the thing where it's like, good weird or bad weird. Like is it something…”

Just then, a large man who was mostly bald (except for a rather pathetic looking toupee) with a pear-shaped body, a piggish nose, a white shirt, a brown tie and green pants, marched right over and ripped the comic book in half, causing Kendra to scream. “NO!!”

“The origin issue!!” Harold sobbed. “I've told you three a thousand times,” said the man, “not to draw these idiotic comics!”

“Come on, guys!” Zipp whispered to her friends with urgency as they watched the man continue to rip the comic book apart. “Those kids might need some help!”

“You’re right, Zipp,” Sunny whispered back. “We might wanna get out there before…”

Suddenly, Kendra charged her front paws with magic before using them to make a cross. “FREEZE!!!”

Suddenly, the scene before them, except for Harold, George, Kendra and the Mane 6 completely froze, causing the Mane 6 to freeze in their own shock. “Whoa….” Pipp commented as the Mane 6 slowly walked out of hiding to approach the three kids. “Did that cub literally just stop time?”

“Apparently,” Misty commented. “Her magic must be more powerful than most cubs her age.”

“Huh? Oh, hey there!” Kendra said, noticing the Mane 6 coming toward them. “Where did you guys come from? And… how were you not affected by my time freezing power?”

“It… could have something to do with the fact that we’re not exactly from here,” Sunny said with a nervous chuckle. “I’m Sunny, and this is Hitch, Izzy, Pipp, Zipp and Misty.”

“Hey, everybody! Wait one second,” George said, moving a few pieces of comic book from the air so he could see the group a bit more clearly. “Hi. I’m George Beard, and these are my best friends, Kendra and Harold Hitchins.”

“Hey,” Harold greeted the ponies with a smile before he frowned, holding some pieces of the destroyed comic. “Aw, man.”

“It’s okay,” Kendra purred against Harold’s side. “I’m sure you boys can come up with some more ideas.”

“This seemed to be quite the comic book you guys were working on,” Hitch said as he picked up a piece of the comic book. “This… was a comic book, right?”

“Actually, yeah,” Kendra nodded. “You see, Harold loves to draw and George loves to tell stories, so we kinda put their talents together to make comic books.”

“And… the old guy who ripped your comic apart without any kind of remorse?” Pipp glanced at the man with a worried expression. “Oh, this guy looking angry right here?” George let out a scoff. “Well, this is the worst principal in the world, Mr. Krupp.”

“Mean old Mr. Krupp…” Harold grumbled. “Hates anything fun. Like comic books… recess…”

To show the Mane 6 what Harold meant, Kendra used her magic to move some of the broken comic book pieces into moving pictures, and the first one was of three kids playing jump rope until Krupp cuts the rope with scissors. “Christmas…” Harold continued, with the pictures becoming a winter setting with Santa riding in his sleigh before flooring it back the way he came after Krupp jump-scared him. “Even kittens!”

Then, to the Mane 6’s horror, the last moving picture showed Mr. Krupp using a flame-thrower on a little gray kitten, causing it to yowl in pain. “Oh my gumdrops!!” Izzy cried out in panic at the last part. “Did that really happen?!”

“Well, no…” Kendra shrugged. “Not technically.”

“BUT IT MIGHT AS WELL HAVE!!” Harold shouted angrily, causing the ponies to reel back. “I’m sorry,” Harold apologized sheepishly, “I’m… I’m still mad about the comic.”

“Yeah, me too,” George sighed as he sat down next to Harold again.

“But remember, this isn’t the first time he’s done something like this to our comics.”

“Yep, he’s burned them, shredded them, torn them apart page by page…” Kendra named off. “Basically… he’s a huge jerk.”

“Man… it sure sounds like it,” Zipp frowned. “You guys must hate going to school every day.”

“It has its up and down moments,” George shrugged. “Kendra, you better unfreeze the scene now. We already know what’s gonna come next.”

“You’re probably right,” Kendra said, and as George covered his ears, she made her paws glow again and made the cross with her paws again. “And… unfreeze!”

It was then that the scene unfroze and the pieces of the comic book fell down around the group while Mr. Krupp unfroze too. “In my office… NOW!!!” he shouted to Kendra and the boys before marching away. “And bring those weird-looking horses with you!”

“Horses?! DOES NO ONE AROUND HERE KNOW WE’RE PONIES?!!” Pipp cried out, out of being appalled and out of general frustration. But seeing that the group didn’t have much other choice in the matter, the ponies followed Kendra, George and Harold back to the school to get a stern talking-to.

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A few minutes later, in Mr. Krupp’s office, the principal sat glaring at the boys and Kendra, alongside their new pony friends, who he had decreed were trespassers on school property, for what seemed like a long time, his toupee flying off his head with the breeze of the fan and then plopping back on his head when the fan went in a different direction.

After a moment, Izzy became increasingly uncomfortable with Mr. Krupp staring at them, and leaned over to whisper to Harold. “What is happening right now?”

“...I don’t know,” Harold whispered back. “He’s never done anything like this before, and we’ve been to his office almost 500 times.”

“500?! Man… I’ve never gotten in trouble that much,” Zipp whispered, “and even I was a little rebellious when I was little.”

“Do you think he fell asleep with his eyes open?” George had a sudden thought. “Maybe…” Kendra shrugged, beginning to climb down from her chair. “Let’s try and leave and see what happens.”

“Okay, but let’s be quick,” Hitch whispered to the others rather cautiously. “If he did fall asleep, who knows when he might wake up and catch us.”

But the second the group began to creep toward the door, Mr. Krupp slammed his hand on a huge red button on the desk, causing a highly-automatic door to come up and lock the group inside the office. “Door lock activated.”

“Wow,” Hitch blinked in surprise. “That’s an expensive door.”

“It was a choice between the magnetic automatic door closer and the music and arts programs,” Mr. Krupp said proudly, thinking about when he shut down the music and arts programs rather swiftly a few months prior. “Pretty sure I made the right choice.”

“...not for music lovers like me,” Pipp crossed her hooves with a mutter, “but… I’m just a pegasus. What do I know?”

But then, Mr. Krupp got up and began slowly walking over to the window. “This morning's school sign is supposed to read ‘Sewage plant field trips are today’,” he said before opening the blinds of the window, his gaze directed at George, Harold and Kendra more than anyone else. “So, can any of you explain why it now reads ‘Come read my hairy armpits’?!”

As the Mane 6 glanced out the window and realized Mr. Krupp was right, Kendra and the boys tried to stiffle their laughter about the joke, which only made Mr. Krupp angrier. “I know you three are responsible.”

“Whoa, whoa, hold on a second!” Hitch said with a frown. “Just because Harold, George and Kendra find that funny doesn’t mean they’re responsible for something.”

“Yeah, how do you know?” George asked the principal. “Do you have any proof? I mean, this is a country of law.”

“The proof is here,” said Mr. Krupp, who was confidently patting his stomach. “Inside my gut.”

“He must have a lot of proof in there,” Harold whispered to George and Kendra before doing their special ‘quiet fives’ hand shake. “Quite fives…”

“Quiet fives!” George and Kendra whispered in unison, causing the Mane 6 to giggle. However… Mr. Krupp looked even more annoyed than before. “Ever since you attended this elementary school, you've been responsible for one prank after another.”

“Oh, come on, they’re just kids having fun,” Zipp frowned at how unfair Mr. Krupp was being. “I mean, how bad can those pranks be?”

However... Mr. Krupp was able to show files of all the pranks that George, Harold and Kendra had pulled just this year alone, which may or may not have included tampering with the school water fountain, dropping water balloons down on Mr. Krupp from the school roof, putting a tiger into their science teacher's classroom and scaring him half to death, putting a sign on the men's bathroom to make it seem like the women's bathroom AND filling the entire school with bubbles coming from the cafeteria.

Needless to say... the Mane 6 were stunned, looking at their newfound friends with wide eyes. “Wow,” George commented. “That’s a lot of pranks.”

“Yeah, when it’s cut all together like that,” Kendra voiced her opinion, “you really get a sense of the scope.”

“Oh, yeah,” George nodded. “Some of those must've been really hard to pull off.”

“And dangerous!” Sunny added, looking at the trio in surprise to see them so calm. “Like that tiger?!”

“Oh, the tiger was crazy,” Kendra agreed. “He was like a… friend of a friend of my family, so we’re cool.”

“AGH!!!” Mr. Krupp slammed his head on the table before directing his attention back to the matter at hand. “For the four years you boys have been here and for the year that Kendra has been here, you three have been disrupting the carefully calibrated, drone-like beehive that this elementary school is supposed to be. I may not be able to prove it yet... but I'm gonna get you two one day. One day very, very soon.”

But while the Mane 6 looked intimidated by the evil grin Mr. Krupp was giving, Kendra and the boys merely shrugged, looking perfectly calm.

“Okay.”

“Fair enough.”

“Works for me.”

“Uh… Mr. Krupp, if I may, me and my friends are gonna be in Piqua for a while anyway,” Misty said, trying to kill two birds with one stone with what she was about to say. “So… why don’t we stick around the school for the next few days and make sure these three… behave themselves, so to speak?”

“You mean like… glorified babysitters watching our every move?” Harold looked at them with surprise and boredom. “Boring!”

“Trust us,” Pipp whispered back. “It’s a lot better than getting your butts kicked by this glorified principal of yours!”

“Shh!” Sunny quickly shushed the others before turning back to Mr. Krupp. “So… what do you say, Mr. Krupp? Do we have a deal?”

“Hmm… I don’t know,” Mr. Krupp said in suspicion. “Will I have to pay you?”

“Nope-- not a cent,” Hitch reassured, a confident smile on his face. “We do it out of making sure our friends are happy and safe from pretty much everything.”

Mr. Krupp finally sighed after a moment. “Fine… you’re hired. Just get these three out of my office. NOW!!!”

“Uh, yes sir! Right away, sir!” Izzy yelped as the group gathered their things. “Won’t happen again, sir! We’re going, sir!”

And with that, the group immediately departed from Mr. Krupp’s office, not wanting to anger him further. George sighed as he adjusted his name plate over one of two chairs in the office before turning to the Mane 6. “You see what we're up against?” he asked the ponies. “And that's just a typical day at Jerome Horwitz Elementary.”

Kendra let out a judgmental scoff, looking at some of the kids around them. “More like Jerome Horwitz Penitentiary.”

Upon looking around, the Mane 6 began to realize why Kendra would say such a thing-- all the kids looked miserable, some banging their heads on the lockers, and some of them counting down the hours until they would head home for the weekend.

One of those kids, a young boy named Tommy, walked across the hall when he saw Kendra, George and Harold. “Hey, guys.”

“What’s going on, Tommy?” George asked with a smile. “Same old, same old,” said Tommy depressingly before he crawled into one of the small lockers, causing Harold to sigh and shake his head out of sympathy. “Poor kid.”

“Have things always been this bad around here?” Misty asked their new friends in concern. “The kids being miserable, I mean.”

“Just see for yourself,” Harold gestured to the classroom off to the side, where the teacher inside, Mrs. Ribble, was teaching some history to some very bored and miserable-looking first graders. “Time to have fun with history,” she said, getting a list out of nowhere and reading it in a monotone-like voice. “Memorize these dates. 1827, 1853, 1914, 1926…”

Kendra sighed sadly, her ears flattening against her head as the group walked past a huge mural of Mr. Krpp saying ‘shush’. “First graders… they always seem to get hit the hardest.”

But as they passed the mural, George instantly got an idea. “Hang on a sec.”

George quickly got a piece of paper out of his bag and put it on the mural of Mr. Krupp, making it look like he’s picking his nose, causing some passing students to laugh just before Pipp put a dollar bill inside the hat of a kid resting nearby, all while playing a sad tune on the harmonica. “So that's why we do what we do,” Kendra explained to the six ponies as she, Harold and George led them inside of their home classroom with Mr. Fyde. “Mr. Krupp’s left us no choice.”

“Our pranks and practical jokes,” George added as he, Kendra and George took their seats while the ponies sat in the aisles, “are the last line of defense against the injustice of our terrible principal.”

“A lot of kids feel the same way,” Kendra said, “but… a lot of them are just too scared to do anything about it.”

Sunny hummed in thought. “Maybe that’s why the Unity Crystals sent us here-- to help us change things at the school so the kids can be a lot happier.”

“...maybe, Sunny,” Hitch frowned, “but… let’s just wait and see.”

“Well, well, well…” said the spectacled boy, reading at the desk in front of them, who had orange-red hair, a short-sleeved, sweater-like shirt with a yellow bowtie, a watch, darker colored shorts and brown shoes. “...I heard you three got into a bit of the old trouble today.”

George raised an eyebrow to this. “How'd you hear that, Melvin?”

“Did you tattle-tale on us?” Harold asked quizzically. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” Melvin turned to look at them for a moment, but then after reading his book for a second more, he turned back to them with a satisfied smirk. “I did. Someone has to stand up for the man.”

“No one has to stand up for the man!” Kendra growled in annoyance. “That's the whole point of the man. He stands up for himself, Melvin.”

Melvin merely flipped a page in his book, completely ignoring the young leopard and her statement. “Respectfully disagree.”

Kendra growled, trying her best not to pounce on the guy before she took a deep breath, calming right down before turning to their new pony friends. “Everyone… this is a cautionary time for you to meet one Melvin Sneedly… wicked smart, but a MEGA tattle-tale and a pain in our rears.”

“Hi, new friend!” Izzy said to Melvin cheerfully, startling him out of his wits as she stuck out her hoof. “My name’s Izzy! Nice to meet you!”

“Yes…” Melvin slowly spoke, pushing Izzy’s hoof away before going back to his book. “I’m sure it is.”

That was when the science teacher, Mr. Fyde, reluctantly entered the classroom, putting his briefcase on the desk just before it fell off, opening in the process, which caused the entire class to laugh... all except for the Mane 6 (who didn't think it was very funny) and Melvin, cause... well, the guy literally has no sense of humor in his entire body.

Mr. Fyde let out a sigh as he began to pick up the papers, and Izzy and Sunny went over to help, but as soon as the papers were all picked up, Mr. Krupp's voice echoed through the intercom system, getting everyone's attention almost immediately. “Attention, everyone!” the principal barked, causing all laughter in the room to cease. “Principal Krupp here with an announcement. This Saturday is the mandatory Invention Convention.”

“BOO!!” Harold shouted. “Oh, what?!” Pipp looked stunned. “They make you go to school on Saturday?!”

“Yes!” Melvin pumped a fist in excitement just as Mr. Fyde flopped in his chair, exasperated and exhausted. “That's our third Saturday this month!”

“You must be here,” said Mr. Krupp over the intercom, “with your inventions at 8 a.m.”

“Seriously?!” Hitch cried out. “Is there no justice?!” Kendra growled. “I know it’s early for a Saturday, but don’t worry,” the principal sarcastically reassured. “You should be done by nine… P.M!”

All of the students and Mr. Fyde groaned before slamming their heads on their desks while Melvin seemed to be the only one jumping for joy.

During this brief silence, Sunny looked over at her friends. “Guys, this is getting worse than we thought. These kids are miserable with the way things are-- like Mr. Krupp is trying to suck all of the fun and life out of them.”

“It’s basically the opposite of what Allura did to the auroricorns of Starlight Ridge,” Hitch frowned. “Instead of forcing the kids to be happy, the principal is forcing them to be miserable!”

“...wait… Allura?” Kendra perked her head up when she heard this. “Y-You know her?”

“Yeah, but… it’s a bit of a long story. The second we get the chance, we’ll tell you everything we know,” Misty said with sincerity in her gentle tone. “But for right now… we’re gonna help you make the best out of this last day before the weekend. We promise.”

George, Kendra and Harold nodded and smiled at each other before turning their attention back to their lesson.

Maybe, with these new ponies around to liven things up... things around Jerome Horowitz Elementary might change for the better.