(Albert's note: Sweet Celestia another chapter... Aubergine is making me look bad..... All writing credit goes to Aubergine, but if you really want you can tell me how good I'm at editing and pre-reading)

(Aubergine: From here on out, you will see events that do not correlate with the movie, but rather with the written book. For any questions, message Shadowfax)

Chapter 3

“Hello, Deputy? This is Berry Punch, I’m calling to ask if anyone has seen Dr. Whooves recently in the Hoof Creek area.”

There was a slight air of worry in her voice.

“Dr. Whooves? The one who writes all those ‘Daring Doo’ books? I don’t see why someone like that would be ‘round these parts.”, said Big Macintosh.

“Dr. Whooves?” Inquired Cheerilee, who was walking by with a load of laundry in her hands. “Here in Hoof Creek?”

Big Macintosh held the phone toward his chest and leaned in closer over his desk to talk to his wife.
“Yes, dear.” He said in a hushed tone.

“Here for a book-signing?” Cheerilee’s stance was now more for conversation.

“No, hon, I don’t know wha-- excuse me one minute”, Big Mac held the phone up to his ear, his eyes widening. “Hello?”

“Sir, Dr. Whooves has been visiting Hoof Creek ever since his youth. In fact he owns a cabin down there that he tells me is lakeside.” Berry Punch was now pacing nervously around her office.

“I think I know what you’re talking about. Its.. three-story, separate tool shed right next to it?”

“Hell if I know, just ask around. I need to know if he’s still there.” Berry Punch said, slightly annoyed.

“But might I ask why you’re askin’?” Big Mac retorted.

“He’s my client”, Berry said.

“I see. Well, I’ll add it to my ‘things to do’. Ain’t often a big time writer like that go’s around here unnoticed.”,
said Big Macintosh.

“Well, sir, he shouldn’t even be there. He is supposed to be right here, in Manehatten.” Said Berry matter-of-factly.

“Strange, indeed, ma’am. As with protocol, we’ll have to wait two days, and then we’ll be able to file a missing pony’s report.” Big Mac was now sitting more comfortably, and Cheerilee was still listening to his conversation.

“Thank you deputy.”, Berry Punch hung up, and put a hoof on her face, letting out a large sigh.

“What’d she want?” Cheerilee asked.

“Apparently, Dr. Whooves is missing.”

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“Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey”

The morning sun was casting a dark shadow around half of the room. The purple mare, Twilight Sparkle, stood outside his doorway with a bowl of soup suspended magically.

“You sure know how to sleep, Dr!”, Twilight slowly trotted towards the bed.

Dr. Whooves looked down to see a tray being placed under his chin magically, emitting a purple-ish aura that faded in and out.

“I have the food situation covered, too, Mr. Whooves. I’d never be unprepared for you.” Twilight hesitated after her last word, staring at the ground. She was seemingly in thought, but shook her head and muttered, “Never mind”. She then put the soup on his tray and the spoon next to it.

“I’m sorry? I think you said, ‘prepared’? You didn’t know I’d be here, did you?”, he said jokingly. He chuckled slightly, not expecting her response.

“Well, in a way, yes. I always know whenever you come to Hoof Creek, you always visit during and after you’ve written a novel.”

This was true, but how she knew this, he didn’t know. He sat in bed with a puzzled expression on his face for a moment until Twilight piped up.

“Oh, you told Fleur De Lis this in an interview three years ago. You also told her where stayed, and my heart just lit up when I found how close it was!”, The same deranged smile crept back to her face.

“Ah yes, I think I remember. What a lanky pony, she..” said Dr. Whooves, remembering.

“Well I’ve been able to go to my Laugh House and see your big ol’ cabin for about a year and a half now. Ever since you started writing up there six months ago, I’ve been able to look up at your room, see your light on, and just let my mind wander about whatever it is you were up to.”

Dr. Whooves had so many questions, but what on Earth was a ‘Laugh House’?

“Laugh House?” asked the Dr.

“That’s what I call my barn. There’s a large window on the top that’s absolutely perfect for daydreaming out of!”

Dr. Whooves shook his head understandably. “So I take it you’re an avid reader?” He asked.

“OF COURSE!” She shouted, sprinting out of the room. She zipped back in with a pile of books suspended with magic, some falling out of the pile.

“I’ve read the whole series, three times over! And I hope that you don’t mind, but...” She bit her lip. “I read your manuscript.” A slightly less eccentric smile was on her face, this one more critical.

“Great! Its what I’ve been working on for the last several weeks, after my latest ‘Daring Doo’ book. In fact, before I went out in that carriage, I was talking to my agent about it. Of course, she doesn’t agree with how the ‘Daring Doo’ book ends, but this manuscript is another story entirely.” He took a long sarcastic breath indicating he was aware he was rambling, then continued.

“So this is my first attempt at free-lance writing. What did you think?” He asked.Maybe there were some good qualities in this pony, she seemed to really admire him. Surely nothing bad could possibly come of that.

“It was amazing” she said, brushing her hair behind her hair,” but you’ve got to see your errors.”

“Errors?” He said.

“Yes.” She sat down and picked up the spoon, feeding it to him. “The swearing.” She said frankly.

“What about it?”, he questioned.

“It just isn’t.. you. It’s unholy and wrong. Honestly it just isn’t how people talk.” She said, her eyes focused on him, the smile now completely gone.

“Well, it is. I grew up in the Ghetto of Manehattan, and when you grow up there, you’ll know what I mean.”

The anger building inside Twilight swelled her eyes, her mane practically flaming with hatred.
“No! That isn’t true!”
“Yes it is!”
“NO, no, no, no, no, no!”
“Twilight-”
“NO! LIAR! I DON’T GET UP, GO TO THE LIBRARY AND SAY, ‘GIVE ME A GOD DAMN BOOK’, OR GO TO A RESTAURANT AND SAY, ‘TELL ME ABOUT THIS HELL OF A SANDWICH’, OR GO SEE FLUTTERSHY AND SAY, ‘GIVE ME THE CUTEST MOTHERFUCKING CAT YOU HAVE’! NO!”

All the while making large gestures with her hooves, her tone growing hotter and hotter. While Twilight was shaking the entire bed, Dr. Whooves was struck with fear and the most vulnerable feeling he had ever felt.
“NO PONY SAYS THAT!”

With her last large hoof movement, she knocked over the bowl of soup laying on Mr. Whooves’ tray.
“SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO?” She said, still fuming.

Suddenly, her face flushed red with embarrassment, as if she realized she had just cursed out her hero. She looked away, her eyes darting towards the ground, putting her hooves on her temples.

“Sorry, I’m just-- Oh, Dr.” Her face was now blank and expressionless. Her tone grew cold. “I think I need to stay away from you for a while. You’re just a tardy-artie.”

She turned around and headed towards the door, leaving the soup on the ground. For some reason, Dr. Whooves was just now wondering what kind of soup it was. Pumpkin? Cheddar? Never mind all of that. He was beginning to feel severe pain in his legs and mid-section.

“Twilight? The pain killers..”

She obviously was not listening. He could hear the hooves against the ground, growing farther and farther away. He tried to put together what had just happened, but suddenly he saw a purple blur running out from the front of the door, full speed. Maybe she was leaving to go buy groceries? He didn’t know. But he could use some time off from that. Dr. Whooves had an extensive knowledge of psychiatric problems. And it was apparent that Twilight Sparkle had more than a handful. He lay down for another nap, hopefully trying to ignore his severe lower body pain.

(Editors note: hey everypony! Now you're probably wondering, "Why does Albert have TWO notes in the story?" good question! My answer? Cause i can! Now if ya find any problems message me and I'll pass them along to Aubergine, now everyone have a good night and get ready for one heck of a week.)