Here's the next chapter. Just so you know, I only own the rewritten version of the song Chopper sings. Enjoy.

Ch.8: Chopper

About an hour later, the group had reached an orchard of apple trees just at the entrance of a forest of tall trees and with a log cabin close by.

"Oh, look at all those apples!" Sweetie Belle said, looking up at the Red Delicious ones.

"Wait there, Sweetie," Spike said to her before rushing up to a tall rock by a tree and climbing it. Once on top, he reached up and plucked an apple from a low-enough branch. When he did, however, another branch reached out suddenly and snatched the fruit out of his claws before a third one slapped them.

"Ow! Hey!" Spike snapped, turning to the tree with agitation.

"What do you think you're doing?" the tree snapped back gruffly with annoyance in its sap yellow eyes.

"Geez, sorry," Spike replied, rubbing his hurting claws. "We've been traveling for a while, and I thought Sweetie Belle was hungry, so—" He stopped and turned to the tree sharply. "Did you just talked?!"

"He thought she was hungry," the tree said to another one.

"He thought she was hungry," it mocked, making the others jump with surprise.

"Well, you wouldn't like it if someone comes along and picks something off of you, now would you?" the tree then said to Spike.

"Uh, sorry," Spike replied before turning to Pumpkinhead and the girls. "I keep forgetting that we're not in Ponyville anymore." Pumpkinhead simply glared up at the tree.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Spike," he said to the little dragon. "You wouldn't want any of those apples anyway."

"What are you implying?" the tree snapped.

"Oh, nothing," he answered. "He just doesn't like rotten apples with little green worms." That got the tree fuming.

"Why, you—" Spike quickly slid off the rock as the tree lunged out, and he and the others rushed away from them.

"I think I know how to get you some apples," Pumpkinhead whispered to Spike once out of the trees' reach. He then turned to the trees and made a face at them with a raspberry. Angered, the trees started the pluck the apples off their branches and throwing them at him. Fortunately, the tall scarecrow was able to dodge them.

"Well, that worked," he chuckled to his smaller friends. "Help yourselves." They then began to gather the apples.

Sweetie Belle spotted a couple by a fern and went over to gather them. But when she got there, she saw something behind the plant…a wheel. She then looked up and saw that it belongs to a green motorcycle. And he has a yellow-green helmet with a spike for a head and a pair of black goggles with red lens for eyes.

"Guys, over here!" she called. "It's a motorcycle!" They rushed over to her to see him and help get the fauna off him. Suddenly, they heard groaning…coming from the motorcycle?

"Did you say something?" asked the surprised Scootaloo. The motorcycle groaned again. He's alive!

"We gotta help him!" Apple Bloom said.

"But how?" asked Pumpkinhead. "He's rusted solid." Spike then spotted an oilcan on a nearby stump and grabbed it.

"Maybe this'll help," he answered, hopping onto the motorcycle's "back". He then oiled below the front of the helmet where the "mouth" should be. The motorcycle then moved his "lower jaw" around before opening and closing his mouth…and finally talking.

"Ohh…whoo…ah, thanks, little dude. I can talk again. Uh, can you also oil my handlebars while you're up there?"

"No prob…uh…"

"Chopper. Name's Chopper."

"Cool name," the little dragon replied with a smile before oiling his handlebars. "I'm Spike, and the tall one here is Pumpkinhead."

"And I'm Sweetie Belle," the little Unicorn added, pushing down on one of the handlebars. "And the other two are Apple Bloom and Scootaloo." The handlebar came down sharply with a loud, squeaky creak. "Oh, I'm sorry! Did it hurt?"

"Nah, I need that," he sighed with a sigh of relief. "I was holding it up like that for who knows how long."

"How did you get like this anyway?" asked Pumpkinhead as he brushed the leaves off Chopper.

"Well, some time ago, I was driving by and minding my own business when it started to rain. I tried to get under some shade, but by the time I found some, I rusted solid and stood that way until you came along."

"Well, you're alright now," Sweetie Belle said as Spike oiled Chopper's "neck". But Chopper only frowned in reply.

"I wish," he stated. "Bang on my engine, and you'll know what I mean."

"You sure?" asked Spike, hopping off of him.

"Yeah, go ahead." Spike then knocked on the engine below his head, and it only gave out a rumbling echo from inside.

""Oh, that's a beautiful echo," Pumpkinhead replied, thinking it's a nice compliment that would cheer Chopper up. But the motorcycle only shook his head sadly.

"That's the prob," he explained. "It's empty. My mechanic, he…*sigh* he forgot to give me a heart." The others couldn't' believe what they had heard.

"No heart?"

"No heart," Chopper answered sadly. "I'm more hollow than my tank on empty."

Chopper: When I'm empty as a kettle

I should be on my mettle

But instead, I'm torn apart

Just cuz I'm presumin'

That I could be kinda human

If I only had a heart

Chopper then tried to move onto the road, but his wheels are good and rusted tight. Spike and Pumpkinhead quickly oiled them, and he's able to move again.

Chopper: I would be tender and gentle

Chivalrous, sentimental

One for love and for art

I'd be buds with the sparrows

And that kid who shoots arrows

If I only had a heart

Once on the road, Chopper started to dance a bit, and Sweetie Belle joined him. As they danced, Spike and Pumpkinhead whispered to each other, possibly about asking Chopper to come with them.

Chopper: Picture me a balcony

Above a voice sings low

Sweetie Belle: Wherefore art thou, Romeo (thump, thump)

Chopper: I hear a beat (thump, thump)

Yeah, that's sweet

Chopper then stood up on his back tire but started to lean to the side. The others rushed over to his side to catch him only for him to lean to the other side. They kept this up a couple more times before Chopper was standing up straight on his back tire.

Chopper: Just to feel every emotion

Jealousy, devotion

Plus, to feel the part

I would feel new and chipper

And I'd lock it with a zipper

If I only had a heart

Suddenly, he started to roll backwards on his back tire. The others then chased after him until a stump stopped him.

"Oh, are you okay, Chopper?" Scootaloo asked.

"Yeah, I'm cool," he grunted as he stood up on all his tires, "but I think I'm still a little rusty." Spike then oiled his joints a little.

"Wow," Sweetie Belle said to the motorcycle, "I think you were wonderful." Despite lacking a heart, Chopper could help but smile with a blush.

"Hey, Chopper," Spike then said to him. "Pumpkinhead and I were wonder if you'd like to come with us. We're going to the Prime Color City to ask the Wizard to give him a brain and get us home to Ponyville."

"Yeah," Sweetie Belle replied with a smile. "If he can help us, he can help you too and give you a heart." Chopper's eyes lit up with a smile of hope.

"Really?" he asked before he frowned with concern. "But…what if he can't?"

"But he has to," Apple Bloom answered. "We came such a long way already." They jumped when there was a vicious cackle and turned sharply to the nearby log cabin. The girls hugged each other when they saw Wuya on the roof of the cabin.

"You call that long?" she asked with an evil grin. "Why, you've only just begun." She then turned her attention to Chopper and Pumpkinhead. "Helping the little ones along like good citizens, gentlemen? Well, stay away from them…" She then pointed a threatening finger at Pumpkinhead. "Or I'll stuff a mulch bucket with you."

"Yeesh…" Chopper replied, turning to the shivering Pumpkinhead with concern.

"And you," she added threatening to Chopper. "I'll use you for a trashcan." The offended motorcycle only glared at her as she turned her attention back to Pumpkinhead. "Care to play ball, Pumpkinhead?" She then held out her hand and a fireball appeared in the palm of it before she threw it at Pumpkinhead's feet.

"Fire!" he cried, jumping back with fear as Wuya cackled evilly. "Help! It's going to burn me!" The girls cried out with fear as Spike tries to help him.

"I'll get it!" Chopper cried, turning his back to the flame. He then revved up his engines to make his back tire spin fast, kicking up a huge wave of dirt to put out the fire…and get all over Wuya.

"Augh! You wretched bike! You've ruined my dress!" Chopper only smirked at her mischievously.

"Oh, you want more, ugly? Well, here ya go!" He then kicked up another wave of dirt at her. With a scream, Wuya put her mask on and vanished in another cloud of red-violet smoke.

"Yeah, that's right, Grandma," Chopper jeered. "You better run!" He then calmly turned and helped the girls help Pumpkinhead. "You okay there, dude?"

"I'll be alright," he answered before glaring up at where Wuya once stood. "I may not like fire, but I won't let her stop me." He then turned to Spike and the girls with renewed confidence. "Even if I don't get a brain, I'll see that you get to the Wizard." He then glared up at the cabin's roof. "'Stuff a mulch bucket with me.' PF-HA!" He then stuck his tongue out at the rooftop.

"I'll see to that, too," Chopper said to them with a smile, "whether or not I get a heart." He then glared up at the rooftop as well. "'Trashcan'? HYMPH! Let her try to make a trashcan outta me!" He then revved his engines, sounding like an angry jaguar. Spike and the girls smiled in reply at their new friends' courage.

"You two are the best," Spike said as the girls hugged them. They only smiled in reply.

"To Oz?" Chopper asked.

"To Oz," Pumpkinhead answered. And the six of them headed down the Yellow Brick Road and into the dense forest.

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