"You've been doing quite well, Justin..."

"..."

"In fact, you've been doing well enough that my sister and I have reached a decision."

"..."

And just like that, his vision is engulfed in pure light, before he feels a strange lump exit his throat... a lump of air. And yet, to his shock, he understands the feeling all too well.

He looks at Celestia with a surprised expression. She merely responds with a wink.

"From this day forth, you are now allowed to speak again!"

...

"About damn time." he says in a groggy, barely audible squeak.

"Oh, right. I forgot to mention this, but not speaking for ten years might have some repercussions with your throat. Just try using small words for now. It'll wear off eventually!"

"You son of a bit-"

"And that's how I got my voice back... and also the reason why I flew into the roof of the house." Justin finishes his story before taking another spoon full of Pony Puffs Cereal (NOT part of a complete breakfast. The secret is in the milk with 50% more alcohol involved... but they'll never know!).

"Hm... so let me get this straight. You were cursed to not speak, because you cursed the princess out when you first got here?" Cheerilee asks, taking in a scoop of her own Pony Puffs Cereal (25% Alcohol added to prepare her for the fillies at school.).

He nods his head and takes another bite, then flips open his phone to view his latest text messages.

"And then, once you get your voice back, you curse her out again?"

"Yep." he says, staring at a recent popup from Trevor Philips.

"You are such an idiot..." she groans before standing from her seat and trotting up to him. As she gets closer, however, her expression becomes more of a sultry smile, as she stares at him with half-lidded eyes. "But damn it, you're such a rebel, too... my rebel, no less~!"

And like that, Justin and Cheerilee lock lips and twirl tongues... for about one second until Scootaloo clears her throat from her side. This, of course, causes the parents to pull away, and for Cheerilee to get back to her seat while Justin flips back onto his phone.

"So listen, um... Daddy?"

Justin raises his eyebrows and looks at Scootaloo in attention. "Yes, Scoots?"

She smiles at him and begins taking a bite from her own bowl of Pony Puffs Cereal (0% Alcohol because Justin knows that Cheerilee would spawn-kill him twenty times before she begins to forgive him for giving their daughter alcohol at the age of twelve... not that he would, anyways, though. Criminal or not, he still has morals... well... somewhere, at least.).

"I was wondering how much longer you might be staying up here in Equestria?"

Justin nods his head and smiles at her. "Well... maybe another week or so. After that, though, I may have to head back to Los Santos. Mr. Philips needs me to help him with a-"

"Oh no you don't, Mister! Not after you made that promise with us last month!" Cheerilee buts in, causing Justin to raise an eyebrow at her in confusion.

"Um... what did I agree to?"

She sighs before trotting up to his phone and tapping on a message she wrote to him.

During the final week, we're going to be doing "Take Your Daughter to Work Day". Since that's pretty much been every day of the year, I'm gonna need you to take her with you.

Um... do I get a say in this?!

Only if what you're saying is "Yes". Otherwise, no.

But you've been there before!

For our honeymoon, yeah! And if I remember correctly, there's been some laws updated since Princess Luna's most recent negotiations with a certain president... and maybe a certain boss of yours as well. So no "buts"! And besides, it'll be fun! What's the worst that could happen?

He stares at his phone idly while Cheerilee trots back over to her seat and begins to continue eating. Scootaloo smiles and happily noms on her breakfast as well, while Justin flips back onto his messages... but more specifically, he stares in horror at his latest text from Trevor Philips Industries.

New heist next week! Be there, or be fired... literally!

Justin continues to stare at the text message for about five more minutes, until he sighs and plants his head into his palms.

"Well... shit."

Author's Notes:

Alright! By popular request, this story shall have its sequel!

Of course, it'll be a little while until I have it ready. Not to worry, though, as I now have been granted a new powerup on FimFiction!

That's right, folks... for some really really odd reason, I'm now able to skip moderation and jump straight into posting stories within ten minutes to one hour!

And I'm just now learning about this?! HOW MUCH MORE EPIC THINGS CAN I FIND ON FIMFICTION NOW?!

Sorry, lost my mind there for a sec. Anyways, be amazed! As the sequel to our lovable little disorganized, different, misunderstood, slightly psychopathic, dysfunctional family is underway, I plan on making it at least twice as long as, if not longer than, this one! That means at least 20,000 words of nonstop carnage, chaos, and craziness, in the next exciting adventure... "Take Your Daughter to Work Day"!