The Fellowship of the Cupcake: Part1: Shadows of the Past
Bon Bon Baggins slipped into her Hoppitt hole undetected. She was undetected because she was invisible. When she had wiped her hooves on her welocome mat, she reappeared.
"Oh, I am so clever," she said, tossing the cupcake she was holding up into the air. She set the pastry on her bed and began packing a suitcase full of nessesities. Suddenly, the door opened.
"Bon Bon?"
"Twidalf?!" Bon Bon swung to look at the wizard.
"What are you doing?" Twidalf approached Bon Bon.
"I'm leaving." Bon Bon looked positively sad. "I want to see the Elvish ponies again. And the mountains! So everything's going to Pinkie.
Twidalf came closer.
"Even the Cupcake?"
Bon Bon looked startled.
"I - uh, well, I was, uhh. . .yea . . . I guess . . . "
"I really think the Cupcake should stay, old friend."
"Ohhh . . ." Bon Bon said slowly and carefully, "alright. If you say so." She turned to Twidalf. "You will take care of her . . . right, Twi?"
"Of course."
Bon Bon opened the circular door to the house.
"Well, I must be going now," she said, "and I don't think I'll be coming back." She paused. "Actually, I don't intend to come back at all."
"Farewell . . . Bon Bon."
The door closed.
Twidalf moved over to the bed where the Cupcake lay. It looked just like anyother cupcake, though slightly bigger. Its bright cherry top glistened in the light of the lamp that rested on the bedside table.
The Fellowship of the Cupcake: Part 1: A Long - Expected Birthday Party
A long time ago . . . in a little land called the Shire . . .
A young Hoppitt named Pinkie Baggins sat lounging under a large oak tree, reading her favorite
book, "How to Gain Weight" by DH. The sun was warm and making Pinkie feel
rather drowsy, when suddenly she heard a familier voice.
"Pinkie Baggins! Is that you?"
"Twidalf?!" Pinkie rushed up to her friend. "You're here! You have
NO idea how long I've been waiting for you!"
Twidalf only smiled. Being a wizard pony, not many things surprised
her, even when her pink friend had become slightly crazier since the last time
she had seen her. She straightened the fireworks packed on her back.
"I've brought my fireworks," she said. "Is your aunt home? She better
not be on any adventures right now, with her birthday tonight and all."
"Yes!" Pinkie bounced up and down. "She's can't go on any adventures
right now- she's writing a book about her old one right now!"
As the two ponies walked along the old dirt road that led to the little
village of Hoppittville, Pinkie started indulging Twidalf in the latest doings of
almost everypony in the village, what she and her aunt thought of the Bagville
Bagginsis and exactly how many ponies were invited to the birthday party.
But Twidalf was only thinking of Pinkie's aunt, Bon Bon Baggins, and what
she planned to do at the party.
That night, fireworks lit the skies up and Bon Bon Baggins was about to
make her Birthday Speech. But nopony was listening. They kept talking about food
and fashions and fashions and food until Bon Bon yelled at the top of her voice,
"HEY!!!"
Everypony went quiet.
"Anyway," began Bon Bon, "as you all know, today is my 100th birthday . . . "
For some reason, Pinkie felt herself go into a cold sweat. Something told her
something was very wrong.
" . . . but I feel time wearing on me . . . I need to go . . ."
There had to be some reason for this unnverving suspense. Pinkie held her
breath as her aunt mounted the table to add more to the already strained air hovering about
her.
" . . . so now is the time to say goodbye!" Bon Bon concluded dramatically.
Pinkie wondered if it was her imagination, or was Aunt Bon Bon holding something in her
hoof . . .?
Then it happened.
Bon Bon Baggins disappeared.
