Bacon and Hobbes: The Purple Doll.

"Look your dad and I went over this already! We're going to keep it the way it is!"

The orange and black tiger had been at it with his new owner for the past five minutes, explaining to her that he had been the co-founder of this marvelous device and HE wanted to keep it as is. The frustrated, blonde girl would have none of it though, as she tried everything she could to make a few modifications to this dull, brown device.

"Everyone knows that something works better if it has a design!" She hissed, trying to pull the box away from the hardheaded tiger. "Just let me put one butterfly on it!"

"NO!" The tiger roared, baring his fangs.

"Bacon! Bacon are you up there!?" A husky voice called, distracting the young girl as she ceased her tug of war match with the tiger. "Bacon I have a surprise for you!"

"If it's not an M-16 assault rifle, than I'm not interested!" She called back, with her voice cracking a little as she yelled out her preference in weaponry.

"Come on Bacon, I promise you won't regret it!" Her father called, as he sat on his couch, hiding a small box behind his back, hoping to put smile on his precious daughters face.

"Ask him if he brought some tuna!" Hobbes whispered, as he pushed the transmogrifier back into its respective corner.

"Hobbes wants to know if it's tuna!" Bacon called, as she stuffed her crayons and stickers back into a small box, heaving an annoyed huff at yet another failed attempt at re-designing her father's old, but sacred, piece of technology.

"Yeah!" Her father yelled, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he chided himself for being such an handful as a child. Karma had always been at his back, ready to make him pay for the grief he had caused as a child, but today was the day he turned all of that around. His own dad had given him something to cherish as a child and he felt that it would be best if he gave his daughter her own keepsake, aside from Hobbes. "I bought him a bag full of tuna and salmon!"

"Tuna!" Hobbes exclaimed, giving a small hop and a happy cheer. "Come on lets go!"

Grabbing the girl by one her scrawny arms, Hobbes began dragging her out the small room. "Fine I'm going! Just let go of my arm!" Bacon cried, pulling her arm away from the tigers tight grip. After making a mental note, reminding herself to poison every can of tuna her father ever bought.

"What is it dad?" Bacon mumbled, as she descended the last few steps of the staircase. "Hobbes won't quit bugging me about the stupid tuna."

Her father chuckled, feeling a wave of nostalgia pass threw his body, as he looked down at the young, blonde headed girl, who was carrying a stuffed tiger in her arms. "I've got something for you! If you like Hobbes than you're going to LOVE this!" he exclaimed, pulling out a purple box with a whip of his arm.

What was on this box? Well the purple box had a small, clear square wall of plastic revealing a purple plastic pony, adorned with a golden crown and a pair of poorly designed wings. Bacon was familiar with the show, but she couldn't remember who this purple creature was. Lucky for her, the box had massive letters plastered on the front telling her exactly who this mysterious pony was. Twilight Sparkle, a hero from the infamous show called My Little Pony.

"Oh dad!" Bacon groaned, slapping a small, white hand on her embarrassed face. "My Little Pony!? That's the dumbest show I've ever SEEN!" She exclaimed, staring at her dad with annoyed eyes, waiting for an explanation to such an egregious act.

"It's not THAT bad!" Her dad replied, still wearing his bright smile.

"The show is based on a bunch of stupid ponies learning about friendship." she replied, spitting out the word friendship like it was poison. "I'm eight years old dad!That's the kind of junk you give to a baby!"

"Hey just give her a chance!" Picking himself up off of his red couch, her father bent over and gave her a small peck on the top of her head. "I have to go to work Bacon, so you're gonna have give "Twilight" the grand tour. Just be nice to her okay?"

"Fine." Bacon groaned, admitting defeat as she examined the box with a hint of annoyance in her blue eyes. As soon as she heard the front door close, she decided to let this odd being out of her cramped, little box.

The winged pony pushed herself out of her poorly made prison, giving her aching wings a nice a little stretch in relief. "Thank Celestia I'm out of that box!" The pony exclaimed, looking at her savior with a gentle smile on her face. "I'm Twilight Spar-"

"I already know what your name is!" Bacon yelled, as she turned her back on the perplexed pony and made her way back to her room. "Are you coming or what!?"

"Of course!" Twilight said with a confident smile.

"Are you sure we can trust her?" Hobbes whispered, as he stared with wary eyes at the clumsy pony, who was trying to navigate the length of the living room without knocking anything.

"No." Bacon replied flatly.

Smash!

Just as Bacon uttered that single word, the clumsy pony had knocked over a small, white vase covering the floor with shards of pottery, water, and wilted roses. "For Celestia's sake!"  Twilight hissed, nearly backpedaling straight into a flat screen TV. "These stupid wings are always in the way!"

"WHY ME!?" Bacon cried, raising her hands into the sky in hopes of a divine message, straight from god himself.

She got none.