Here's the next chapter. Just so you know, I don't own the characters or story or songs. Only the parody and remake of the songs in this chapter.

Ch.7: Pumpkinhead

About half an hour after leaving Poke-Town behind them, Spike, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo reached the point where the Yellow Brick Road split into three routes, boarding a couple of fields of wheat or corn surrounded by fences with a signpost standing in the fork. In one of the fields and a foot from said signpost, a scarecrow stood up with a pole against his back to keep him upright as he pointed to the left path.

He isn't like any scarecrow the group has seen before. For starters, he has a jack-o-lantern for a head, and fresh green leaves for a collar and hands. For clothes he wore brownish-orange shoes, a yellow shirt with matching pants, and a brown vest with black buttons.

But the scarecrow's appearance is the least of their problems. Right now, they're worried about which way to go.

"Misty did say to follow the Yellow Brick Road," Scootaloo said, "but which path do we take now?" Apple Bloom then looked at the signpost.

"It looks like we should take the far left path."

"Yes, this way does seem nice," a voice agreed, startling the girls. They and Spike looked around but saw no one.

"Who said that?" asked Sweetie Belle as Spike looked up at the scarecrow. He then arched a suspicious eyebrow at him.

"Girls," he said, turning to the Ponies, "I think there's something strange about that scarecrow."

"You sure, Spike?" Apple Bloom asked. "I mean, other than the head, he seems normal to me."

"Then again, the far right looks nice, too," the voice said again. They looked around but saw no one. Only the scarecrow pointing to the right…Wait the right?

"Hey," Scootaloo said suspiciously as she turned to her friends. "Wasn't he pointing to the left?"

"Of course," the voice said once more, "people just go both ways." They turned just in time to see the scarecrow move his arms across his chest to point at both directions. He's alive?!

"You did say something, didn't you?" Apple Bloom replied, walking up to the scarecrow. He shook his pumpkin head no before nodding yes with a smile of defeat.

"Are you doing that on purpose," Spike asked with annoyance, "or can't you make up your mind?"

"Well, that's the thing," the scarecrow answered with a shrug. "I can't make up my mind because I don't have a brain. My head's literally hollow." He then knocked on the side of his head to emit a hollow thunk, thunk, thunk.

"But if you don't have a brain," asked Scootaloo who's slightly confused, "how are you able to talk?"

"I don't know," he answered after a bit of thought, "but I guess some without brains can do a lot of talking, don't they?"

"I guess so," Sweetie Belle answered with a smile. "Oh, we haven't been fully introduced yet, have we?"

"Why, no!" he replied with a surprised smile. "My name is Pumpkinhead."

"I'm Spike," the little dragon replied with a smile. "And this is Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle."

"How do you do?" Apple Bloom said, trying to be polite.

"How do you do?" Pumpkinhead greeted them with a nod.

"Alright, thanks," Scootaloo answered.

"Well, I wish I could say the same for myself," their new host replied, rubbing his back with a frown. "But it's hard to be when you're stuck up against a pole day in and day out."

"That doesn't sound comfortable at all," replied the worried Sweetie Belle. "Can't you get down?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Well, we'll help," Spike replied, going behind the pole along with the girls.

"Oh, that's very kind of you," Pumpkinhead sighed. They then saw a wooden peg at the back of the pole.

"Applejack told me about that," Apple Bloom said. "If we bend it down, he'll fall off." She then helped Spike onto her shoulders and stood up on her hind legs so that he can reach it.

"Ready, Pumpkinhead?"

"Ready." Spike then bent the peg down, and the tall guy fell to the ground with a cry of surprise. The four of them then rushed to his side.

"Whoops," Pumpkinhead laughed, getting up on his knees and looking down at a pile of leaves on the ground. "There goes some of me again."

"Did it hurt?" asked the worried Apple Bloom as he picked them up.

"Oh, not at all," he assured her as he stuffed the leaves under his vest. "See? I just pick it up and stuff it back in again." The little Earth Pony sighed with a smile as eh then stood up on his feet happily. "Ah, it feels so good to be fre—OH!" Sweetie screamed and rushed to Pumpkinhead when he tripped over a loose fence pole and fell onto the road on his face. The others followed her as he got up on his hands quickly and turned to the little Unicorn with worry in his eyes.

"Oh, Sweetie Belle," he said fretfully. "I'm sorry! I didn't scare you, did I?" The others looked at each other with confusion.

"Uh, no," Sweetie Belle then answered him. "I screamed because I thought you've hurt yourself."

"But I didn't scare you?" Pumpkinhead asked, sitting up on his knees.

"No…" Pumpkinhead sighed with relief.

"Thank goodness," he murmured before his tone became sadder. "Didn't think I would anyway…" Spike was about to ask him what he meant by that when a crow landed on the fence beside them.

"Shoo!" Pumpkinhead shouted at it. "Scram! Go away!" But they all watched as the crow simply hopped onto his shoulder, plucked out a stray thread on his vest with its beak, and flew away.

"You see?" he whimpered to them. "I can't even scare a crow! They would just fly by to eat my fields, perch on my head like their own nest…" He sadly placed his head into his hands with a despairing groan. "Oh, I'm a failure without a brain."

"Oh, you poor guy," Scootaloo replied, placing a comforting hoof on his arm.

Spike couldn't help but feel bad as well. Pumpkinhead's talk about brains got him thinking about Twilight, and he's even regretting mentally wishing that she did have a "hollowed out jack-o-lantern" for a head. Their new friend here would be five times more offended than Twilight would be.

"But I bet you'd do more than just scare crows if you do have brains," he then said, hoping to cheer Pumpkinhead up. "Right?" The plant-headed figure looked up at him with a smile.

"You're right," he replied. "I would."

Pumpkinhead: I could wile away the hours

Conferrin' with the flowers

Consultin' with the rain

And my head I'd be scratchin'

While my thoughts were busy hatchin'

If I only had a brain

He then tried to stand up, but he's still a little wobbly on his stick-figure legs. Fortunately, Spike and the girls are there to help him up.

Pumpkinhead: I'd unravel every riddle

For any individual

In trouble or in pain

Apple Bloom: With the thoughts you'll be thinkin'

You could be an honest Lincoln

If you only had a brain

Spike, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo agree with her. With a brain, Pumpkinhead can think up ways to help others in trouble.

Pumpkinhead: Oh, I would tell you why

The ocean's near the shore

I could think of things I never thunk before

And then I'd sit and think some more

He then danced a bit with his wobbly legs. As he did, however, some of his leaves fell out again.

Pumpkinhead: I would not e just a nothin'

Hollow head, leaves for stuffin'

And heart all full of pain

I would dance and be merry

Life would be a ding-a-derry

If I only had a brain

He lost his balance with a cry of surprise and fell to the ground. Quickly, Spike and the girls rushed to his side with his leaves in their grasp.

"Wow," Spike said with a smile. "That was amazing!" Pumpkinhead smiled in reply as they helped him stuff his leaves back into him again.

"I bet if our scarecrow back in Ponyville danced like that," Apple Bloom agreed with a smile, "the crows'll have the feathers scared right off of 'em!"

"They would?" Pumpkinhead asked, turning to her with awe. "Where is Ponyville?"

"That's where we live," Scootaloo answered. "And we wanna get back, so we're going to Prime Color City to ask the Wizard to help us." That got their new friend's attention.

"You're going to see a Wizard?" They nodded again, and he sat up on his knees with a bit of hope in his eyes. "Well, if I went with you, do you think he'd give me some brains?"

"I can't say for sure," Apple Bloom replied with a bit of thought. "But even if he doesn't, you'd be no worse than you are now."

"That's for sure," he replied with a sad nod.

"Are you sure you want to come with us?" asked the concerned Sweetie Belle. "It's just that we have a Wicked Witch mad at us, and we don't want you to get into trouble."

"A witch?" he replied before acting brave. "Oh, I'm not scared of any witch. I'm not scared of anything." He suddenly became nervous before whispering to them. "Except of fire." He then pointed at his leaf-stuffed abdomen to point out his reason.

"Yeah," Spike replied, "I don't blame ya."

"But I'd face a whole forest fire to get some brains," he vowed bravely before his tone became softer. "Look, I wont' give you any trouble because I don't need to sustain myself. And I won't be able to manage things since I can't think. So…can I come with you?" The four of them smiled in reply.

"Of course, you can come along," Apple Bloom answered.

"Hooray!" he cheered, jumping up to his feet with delight. "We're off to see the Wizard!"

"Whoa!" Spike chuckled, quickly catching him when he started to topple again despite his size. "I guess you need to work on getting your legs working right, huh?"

"I'll try," he assured him with renowned confidence. "To Oz?"

"To Oz!" they cheered, and the five of them head down the far left path to the Prime Color City together.

Group: We're off to see the Wizard

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

We hear that he's a whiz of a Wiz

If ever a Wiz there was

If ever, oh ever, a Wiz there was

The Wizard of Oz is one because

Because, because, because, because, because

Because of the wonderful things he does

We're off to see the Wizard

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz