Part 1.3: Plan E½

Past HELP!

A parody of the cult from Past Sins by Pen Stroke and HELP!

Written by That Gamer!

Part 1.3: Plan E½

Here's an attempt I got.

"...Just to reiterate, the plan is to get Twilight in here," Tufnel explained, him and Suxus behind a phone booth, "then, when she tries to use it, we dump this red paint on her and do the sacrifice!" He looked at the camera. "Did ya get that? Good."

"And you're very sure this is going to work?" Suxus asked. Considering the last couple plans ended... Not too well, he was skeptical.

"Of course it works; I've already sacrificed this joker!" Tufnel replied defensively, pulling out a dead pony painted red.

"WHAT?!" Suxus hissed, grabbing the body from his second-hoof pony (I guess) and tossing it away. "You killed an innocent pony?!"

"Well, I knew you wanted some proof..." Tufnel muttered.

"Quiet!" Suxus snapped. "Sparkle's coming this way!"

Tufnel gasped and the two dived in a bush. Sure enough, Twilight came trotting up to the phone booth, having seen it in the distance (and whoever was tossed out from behind it).

You see, when it comes to phone booths, the paranoid purple pony was unsure about whether or not it sure exist. She'd seen something like this before with Doctor Whooves, but this one was certainly not blue and, after poking her head inside, it definitely was the same size inside as it was out.

"Might as well see if it works," Twilight murmured to herself, "and if it should exist or not."

After digging in an imaginary pocket, Twilight produced one bit and inserted into the phone. She dialled the usual cartoon number ((555) 555-5555) and waited for the usual cartoon reply.

Eventually, somepony picked up. "FEKA Corporation speaking," came the voice on the other end.

"Yeah, it works," Twilight said before hanging up.

"Wha-" Then there was a click, then nothing.

Twilight walked out of the phone booth, completely ignoring the two ponies in the shrubbery.

"...That was supposed to work, right?" Suxus whispered to Tufnel.

"Um... Yeah," Tufnel answered with a nervous chuckle.

Suxus stood up, went to the phone booth and thoroughly inspected it. "There's nothing here, WHY IS THERE NOTHING?!" he yelled at Tufnel.

"I-I knew wouldn't go for it," Tufnel admitted, "so I dug up a dead body, painted it red a-and-"

"YOU SO STUPID!" Suxus screamed. "STUUUUUUUUPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!"

"You're making a scene!" Tufnel said.

"I don't care!" Suxus said, storming off.

Tufnel blinked in confusion.

"What's his problem?" Lunar enquired, popping out of a garbage can.

"I don't know," Tufnel replied with a shrug. "I think it could have been my plan, but-"

"Probably is," Lunar interrupted Tufnel.

Tufnel sighed. "Yeah..."