SET BETWEEN ‘SCOOBY DOO’ AND ‘WILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY’

For the past few hours, Twilight Sparkle and Princess Celestia were constructing a terminal for the Television. If done right, it would allow them to control the various portals the television has conducted. Up to this point, each adventure they’ve taken the television would shoot out portals which proved impossible to control and most of the time Twilight & her friends would end up landing rather hard upon the ground (Among other scenarios). Working on this terminal meant better control for not only where to ‘go’, but to where to ‘land’ as well.

“Spanner,” Celestia requested.

Twilight passed the spanner to Celestia, who grasps it with her aura and cranks a few bolts together until they were stiff as toffee. Twilight studies the blueprints thoroughly, to determine the next step as she faces Celestia.

“So, this should allow us to travel to worlds without trouble?” Twilight asked.

“Yes,” Celestia replied. “In hindsight, this terminal should permit you to go anywhere with but a single word to travel without issues. Although, I should point out ‘one’ rule about traveling to other worlds.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“You must ‘only’ use the terminal if a world is in mortal danger. I don’t want any pony using it for their own gain. Let’s say, a pony whose power-hungry, if you know what I mean.”

Twilight thought about it before responding right away.

“Yes, I understand.”

Just then, the phone on a small table began to ring. Curious, Princess Celestia walked toward the phone, using her magic to lift and answer the phone.

“Hello?” She answered. “Princess Celestia speaking, how can I help you?”

Mumbling could be heard from the other end of the phone, a conversation which only Celestia could understand.

Then why bother saying it then?

It’s my story, that’s why. Do you ever stop complaining? You do this all the time during ‘Scooby Doo’!

Like you’re complaining about ‘me’, just now?

… Shut up.

“Don’t worry, Feather ink,” Celestia continued. “I’ll tell her right away.”

Celestia placed the phone down, before motioning toward Twilight, who could tell something important came up.

“Twilight, I just received a call from Equestria’s Publishing CEO,” Celestia spoke, calmly with a warm smile.

“What is it about?” Twilight asked, curiously.

“It seems they want you to write up some adventures of your trips. Seeing it’s the anniversary of Nightmare Moon’s defeat, thanks to you and your friends, I’ve recently made a request to add something new. It was agreed that we’d like to see some books based on some of your more ‘recent’ adventures.”

Twilight’s face began to light up, like a lightbulb. Having read many books her entire life, now some pony was asking her to write her own book. This was a dream come true for the Princess of Friendship… Well, her ‘second’ dream come true anyway.

“OH MY GOSH!! OH MY GOSH!! OH MY GOSH!! OH MY GOSH!!” Twilight cried, excitedly. “This is amazing! I never thought this would happen, being so busy as princess and everything… BUT IT’S HAPPENING NOW!!!”

But amid all her excitement, there was one thing on Twilight’s mind.

“But what about the terminal?” She asked, worried. “I can’t possible leave that undone.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Celestia assured, smiling. “I can finish the rest from here. You and your friends focus on having some fun, maybe you can find some inspirations during your travels to write about. I’m sure that will get every pony excited.”

Twilight nodded, thinking this would be a good idea to share with her friends and neighbors.

“Agreed!” Twilight replied. “I’ll go get my friends right now; this is going to be so exciting!”

Princess Celestia watched as her former student headed toward the door, smiling warmly.

“She still acts like a little filly deep in her heart,” Celestia thought, happily.

<>

2 Hours Later…

Within the Castle of Friendship, the Mane Six, consisting of Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Twilight Sparkle, along with Spike, gathered around the table. With a few cups of cider and cupcakes on a silver platter, they began discussing what their future book required. Twilight Sparkle, especially, had her quill and ink ready to jot down any notes on a parchment she picked out. Suffice to say, just planning on the development was easier said than done.

“All right, girls,” Twilight began. “Let’s start naming a few things this book needs.”

“What it needs is a cool title!” Rainbow exclaimed. “Make that ‘20%’ cooler, just to make it stand out.”

“I’d say a green cover,” Applejack added. “To represent the Emerald City.”

“Ooh! Ooh! How about some illustrations?!” Pinkie said, excitedly. “Can’t have a good read without pictures.”

“It would help to remember where we’ve been and what happened,” Fluttershy suggested, quietly.

“And we mustn’t forget a backup story, Darling,” Rarity said.

Twilight, however, felt rightfully confused, especially the last thing Rarity brought up.

“What do you mean, Rarity?”

“To put it this way: It’s a necessity for a novel to add a backup story, not only as a bonus for readers but something to add onto the main story. That way so readers feel the pacing takes it’s time, a separate bonus story is just the way to resolve the issue.”

Every pony nodded in agreement, considering it would help with the usual pacing issue. Nothing a bonus story to include in the main arc to add some extra reading for viewers.

“Wonderful idea, Rarity,” Twilight said, happily. “Do you have any particular stories we should tell?”

Before Rarity spoke up, Spike jumped in when he thought of an idea he couldn’t wait to share.

“How about the time we met that girl who fell in love with the Scarecrow?!” Spike exclaimed.

The ponies didn’t answer right away, trying to recall when that moment did happen. But now that Spike mentioned it, there was this moment back in Emerald City that they hadn’t considered before and up till now wasn’t mentioned before.

Or because the original director deemed it unnecessary to include to begin with.

Yeah… I think they really missed out.

“Oh yeah!” Rainbow Dash realized. “You never did tell us what happened.”

“Probably because the original script writer didn’t put it in,” Pinkie Pie said.

I just SAID that!!!

The rest of the Mane Six turn toward Pinkie Pie, confused as to what she said. But they shrugged it off, as Pinkie Pie being… Well, Pinkie. Twilight dipped her quill in the ink, ready to write.

“Well, that’s a start,” Twilight nodded. “Rarity, Spike, mind tell us what happened?”

“Most certainly, darlings,” Rarity answered. “Allow us to tell you about the adventure me and Spikey-Wikey encountered back in Oz. Submitted for the approval of all our friends, we call this adventure…”

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THE PATCHWORK GIRL

Dorothy Gale, Twilight Sparkle, and the rest of their friends enter a beauty parlor in Emerald City. After a lengthy trip, they all deserved a chance to clean up and look somewhat presentable. Some, like the Scarecrow for example, really needed this treatment having little straw inside of him (At least what wasn’t plucked out by the Crows). The Tin Man could barely more properly, what with him being so rusty, and a single oil can could only get him so far. As for the Lion, to help him look the part as ‘King of the Forest’, he had to look dashing and professional.

“Oh Darlings, you’ll simply love this!” Rarity said, delightfully. “It’s the most fun you boys can ever have!”

“Oh joy! A beauty parlor!” The Scarecrow said, happily. “What a wonderful place to go!”

Suddenly, the Scarecrow thought of something he hadn’t thought before.

“What’s a Beauty Parlor?”

“Well Darling, a Beauty Parlor is a wonderous place where you go to be beautiful,” Rarity explained. “They can fix your hair, do your eyelashes, or even offer you a relaxing massage. Did I mention they can fix you up, preen and proper?”

“Shucks, that sounds good to me,” The Cowardly Lion said. “My claws have been a bit rough lately.”

“You’re telling me,” The Tin Man agreed. “I’m so rusty I can’t even reach my back, a small problem compared to a multitude of problems wrong with me.”

“Well, don’t you worry about a thing,” Spike said, optimistic. “You’re in good hands… Well, ‘hooves’ and ‘claws’ anyway. We’ll have you all fixed up in no time flat.”

As they strolled along, they came upon a girl performing cartwheels. But up close, this was no ordinary girl before their eyes. In fact, what made her rather unique was her entire body full of patches of many shades of color, as if she was stitched together by hand. All around her were a variety of orange, purple, blue, and pink, not to mention her hair arranged much like a rainbow. Yet the most enticing quality about her was the cutest face all of Oz has ever seen.

“Well… She’s certainly unique,” Spike muttered, under his breath.

“Why hello, there!” She said, kindly. “Welcome to Emerald City!”

Under normal circumstances, this would take the Mane Six and Spike by surprise. But given all the weird stuff they’ve seen all day they paid no mind. But nonetheless, they could appreciate hearing such good manners from this unique little lady. The Scarecrow, especially, was entranced by the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in all of Oz.

“Hello,” The Scarecrow said.

The Scarecrow looked as if he were daydreaming, nearly falling to the ground before the Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion caught him lifting him back onto his feet.

“May we ask who you are, miss?” Spike asked.

“You may call me The Patchwork Girl,” She answered, politely. “I reside and work here in Emerald City for Mr. Woozy, my creator. We run his ‘Dream Fulfillment Parlor’ together, though I mostly just do the greetings.”

“Wait! Did you say, ‘dream fulfillment’?” The Cowardly Lion asked.

“Oh yes, indeed! It’s been Mr. Woozy’s great desire to help those fulfill their lifelong dreams; he’s so generous he’d do just about ‘anything’ to help those in need.”

“You sound lovely,” The Scarecrow said, dreamily.

But The Scarecrow quickly realized what he just said.

“Uh… I mean, he sounds nice! What I meant to say, heh heh…”

The others had noticed The Scarecrow’s odd choice of words but shrugged it off for now. The Tin Man, on the other hand, wasn’t sure how to take these claims.

“He does sound interesting,” The Tin Man said, optimistic yet skeptical.

“What do you make of this, Twilight?” Rarity asked, to no reply. “Twilight? Darling?”

In fact, had they realized, Rarity and the others just realized they lost the others while walking through the endless corridors.

“We’ve just lost the others, didn’t we?” Spike asked, worried.

“I’m afraid so,” The Tin Man confirmed. “It could take ages to find them and we don’t know where they are.”

The Patchwork Girl, on the other hand, merely smiles and slouched along the Tin Man’s shoulder.

“Now don’t you worry,” She assured, kindly. “I’ll make sure we find your friends. But first, I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Woozy himself. If you don’t mind, come right this way.”

Nodding in agreement, they follow the Patchwork Girl to meet with Mr. Woozy taking it as a slight detour before meeting the Great and Powerful Wizard of Oz himself. Still, the more they thought about it, if this man claims to make dreams come true then this proposition was sure to pique their interest… Well, ‘almost’ everyone.

“You know darlings, I’m not so sure about this,” Rarity spoke, concerned.

“What do you mean?” The Scarecrow asked.

“Don’t you think it seems too easy for some pony, or ‘someone’, to make dreams come true so easily? I mean, if such a person could do all that, why would anyone bother going to see the Wizard at all?”

“Hmm… That’s a good point,” The Tin Man nodded. “It does seem too good to be true.”

“Well to be fair fellas, we haven’t met him yet,” The Lion points out. “Maybe if we see him at work, we can make our judgements. Although I do share your skepticism.”

The Scarecrow wasn’t fazed by this at all; in fact, he was sure this was their ticket to get what they want. If this worked, perhaps this Mr. Woozy could help Dorothy and Toto get back to this Kansas she spoke of and perhaps get the rest of the girls back home too.

It wasn’t long before they reached Mr. Woozy’s Dream Fulfillment Parlor, noted by the neon-lit sign and a crowd of folks working busily inside. Such a sight to behold, the whole parlor full of people working hard, in match green outfits (The same shade as the architecture of Emerald City), the walls a light shade of green, levers pulled to-and-fro, papers stamped and approved, not to mention all the lovely ladies greeting all the passing customers.

“Is it me or does this place seem like it shines too brightly?” The Cowardly Lion asked, slightly blinded.

“I’ll vouch for that, Darling,” Rarity said, shielding her eyes. “Probably would’ve been the best time to bring a lovely pair of shades.”

“Mr. Woozy!” The Patchwork Girl shouts. “We have visitors!”

As soon as she shouted, the door leading to the office along the right opens and to their surprise…

“It’s a Munchkin!” Spike exclaimed.

Boy, he wasn’t wrong in the slightest. This was indeed a Munchkin, much like the ones they saw in Munchkinland. This one wore a slim green business suit, deep black shoes, and a top hat shaped like a cloud. This was a very slim munchkin, even for his size, but still deemed friendly enough with that signature warm smile of his.

“Ahh, welcome guests,” He said, politely with a posh accent.

“You must be Mr. Woozy?” Spike asked.

“Yes indeed, young sir. I presume you are here because you all have ‘dreams’?”

“Yes,” They replied, in unison.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen you are in luck. Here at my Dream Fulfillment Parlor, it is an absolute privilege to make the dreams of all our patrons come true. We care not how big your dream is or however small they may be, it is our upstanding offer to find the means to make them happen. So, my friends, do you have anything you most desire?”

The Scarecrow was the first to raise his hand.

“Yes, my fine trim friend!” Mr. Woozy acknowledged. “How may I help you?”

“I want a brain!” He exclaimed.

“A brain, good sir? Well now, don’t that beat all. How about the rest of you?”

Mr. Woozy waited for the others to grant a follow-up response, but a minute came by and not even one answered.

“Well… Don’t you desire anything at all?”

“Well Mr. Woozy, it’s not that we don’t want anything,” The Cowardly Lion spoke, nervously. “It’s just this whole thing seems too good to be true.”

“Agreed,” The Tin Man nodded. “This entire operation just seems… Too perfect for its own good.”

“Ah… I get it!” Mr. Woozy replied, calmly. “You’d be surprised how many of our patrons shared their doubts and concerns the first time they came here. Yes, my friends, I’ve seen this often throughout my career. But rest assured, this is where people go where they can have everything they ever wanted. Even when it’s deemed ‘impossible’.”

Mr. Woozy strolled towards a billboard, showing the pictures of happy customers. The billboard itself had ‘Dreams Come True’ written in big bold letters.

“As you can see, this is the place where people come to be happy. It’s been my lifetime goal to ensure that happiness and harmony thrives here in the land of Oz. I can assure you; we too loathe those door-to-door leaches scamming the poor and the naïve. Our procedures are completely safe, and we’ve had no on-the-job injury, that I see to it the operation goes smoothly myself.”

“Well, I guess that’s promising,” The Tin Man pondered.

“Agreed,” The Cowardly Lion nodded. “Well, in that case, could you make my tin friend a heart, Mr. Woozy? And perhaps a means to make me brave?”

“Absolutely, good sir,” Mr. Woozy said, excitedly. “And don’t worry by straw-filled friend, I haven’t forgotten about you. As soon as I settle some business with your two friends, I’ll invite you right in. Come along boys, let’s talk.”

The Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion, fully convinced, followed Mr. Woozy, who showed them into his office. Yet while her friends seemed happy, Rarity still had this aching feeling inside. A place where dreams become reality, there was something wrong about this operation, yet she couldn’t put her hoof on it.

“What did he tell you Rarity?” Scarecrow asked, excitedly. “I’m good as got my brain, right now!”

“He seems like a nice guy,” Spike added.

“I know, darlings,” Rarity said, quietly. “I want to feel happy for our friends, I really do. There’s just something not right… About ‘him’.”

Indeed, there was something not right about this Munchkin. The question is: What could be wrong about this seemingly charming fellow?

Well you’re just going to have to scroll over to Part 2 and find out.

Is this really a new thing we’re doing now?

Mm-hmm!

Hello everyone i would like to thank Dramamaster829 for proof reading the story and extremeenigma02 for approving of the idea basically how this works is that some stories will be two parts while others will be one part just depends on how long the story will be I thank you for your waiting and I hope to see you in part 2

As they waited for Mr. Woozy arrival, anxious to take their turn, they decided to have a quick word with the Patchwork Girl, curious about her life prior to her creation.

“So, Mr. Woozy created you himself?” Rarity asked.

“Oh yes, he sure did,” The Patchwork Girl replied. “When Mr. Woozy’s business was just beginning, he created me to serve as his little helper. In fact, I was his very first successful creation he ever made. I’ve been by his side helping him make people happy ever since.”

Yet, though her demeanor may decide the group, The Scarecrow noticed a small sigh escape her lips. It was then he paid attention to the sadness on the girl’s face.

“Is something wrong?” The Scarecrow asked.

“It’s just…” She began, pausing a moment. “It’s just I want to do ‘more’.”

Though she spoke quietly, the rest were quite surprised when they heard her.

“I thought being his assistant means you help the customers,” Spike implied.

“I only perform the ‘Meet and Greet’ service, before I escort them to meet Mr. Woozy. He’s the one who does all the work; I never actually get to see what he does. He merely tells me to wait outside like his ‘good girl’, when all I really want is to be useful. I know it doesn’t make any sense.”

“Oh no,” Spike shook his head. “Believe me, that makes ‘perfect’ sense.”

Only now did the group understand the girl’s plight, feeling sympathetic when her job seems smaller than she initially made it to be. Spike especially felt for her growing up thinking there’s much he could do to help his friends and family, yet usually he’s kept on the sidelines.

“I know how you feel,” The Scarecrow said, sympathetically.

“You do?” She asked, surprised.

“Of course! I mean ever since I was stitched together and had my face painted, they stick me up on a wooden pole just to scare crows off the field. But I always fail, sometimes I feel I wasn’t very helpful at my job. That’s initially why I came here, to meet the Great Wizard of Oz, who could grant me a brain and help me become clever.”

“As for my friends and I, we’re merely trying to get back home,” Rarity added.

The Patchwork Girl smiled slightly, knowing she wasn’t alone in terms of her own issues. But what really made her smile was The Scarecrow, him and his charmingly sweet smile. Just the way he connected with her ups-and-downs with his own, desiring to understand a life no one had asked about her nor can relate to. It felt like a huge weight was off her shoulders.

“You know… I’m starting to like you,” She said, with the biggest smile on her face.

“REALLY?!?!?!?!” The Scarecrow asked, surprised. “Uh… I mean… ‘Really’?”

The Scarecrow never expected to hear such a flattering compliment. The Patchwork Girl merely giggles at how Scarecrow seemed to blush at that remark.

“Oh yes… I mean, I’ve never met someone like me before. What you just said, that’s the kindest, sweetest words anyone has ever said to me. I’ve never had the chance to tell anyone how I felt… Until you came along.”

She grabs one of Scarecrow’s hands, as their eyes lock onto each other and they can see the happiness through their gaze. As for Scarecrow, who never felt he had a brain, had a stirring notion unlike any he’s had before, and it felt… Amazing. Rarity and Spike stare silently, finding the happiness between the two rather heartwarming.

“Looks like we found some lovebirds,” Rarity said, cheeky.

“Indeed,” Spike nodded.

The Scarecrow, on the other hand, was very confused. He had no idea what his friends were saying nor even what they meant.

“What are lovebirds?”

But the question never got an answer when…

BOOM!!!

The sound of a car engine chucking drew their attention to some dirty black smoke emerging through one of the doors. The smoke was so filthy, the others coughed hysterically unable to breathe.

“Do you guys have engine problems?” Spike asked, between coughs.

“No!” The Patchwork Girl replied, coughing. “We’ve never had engine trouble before; this is all new for me.”

“We better investigate this!” Rarity declared, determined. “Let’s split up! Scarecrow, you and Spike go left. Me and Patchwork Girl will take the right.

“Got it, Rarity!” The boys said.

The group split up, with the guys going left and the girls heading right. Through the long corridors, they had to duck their heads away from the oncoming smoke. But that was merely the icing of a terrible cake, for no matter how long and far they searched they couldn’t determine the source.

“This is worse than getting lost in the Everfree Forest,” Spike muttered. “Or was it the time I became a giant, greedy dragon?”

“I hope it’s not a fire!” The Scarecrow said, nervously. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m made of straw and I don’t intend on being a bonfire.”

“Believe me, I’ve noticed…”

The Scarecrow and Spike searched for a minute or so, until they came upon a large silver metal door which read, ‘Heart implants for the Heartless’. If this was meant to be a pun, Spike and Scarecrow weren’t getting the joke.

“The smoke’s coming from there!” The Scarecrow exclaimed, pulling the door. “Come on, Spike! Help me open it!”

“Right!” Spike said.

Unable to pry open the door, the two starts backing up preparing to bring it down by force.

“On the count of three. One… Two… THREE!!”

They charged toward the door, which slid open by itself. Spike and Scarecrow end up running so fast, they were unable to stop themselves from crashing into the wall with a loud… BAM!!! They hit the wall so hard, they slowly fell backward onto the floor.

“We should’ve thought this through,” Spike muttered, in pain.

As the two picked themselves up, they saw their friend, Tin Man, hacking up smoke through his funnel hat. They stood in shock, before rushing to aid their friend.

“Tin Man!!!” Spike exclaimed. “What in Equestria happened to you?”

“I was given a new heart,” The Tin Man replied, coughing. “But they used a tractor engine to make me a heart… It exploded and I’ve been coughing up dirty black smoke ever since!”

“That’s terrible!” Spike said, shocked.

If it wasn’t enough seeing their friend suffering, it’s how apparent Tin Man’s dream was fulfilled in a questionable manner. They were intent on having a word with Mr. Woozy if he did something sketchy with the others… Speaking of which…

“Wait a minute!” The Scarecrow realized. “Where’s Cowardly Lion?!?!?”

“He’s in the “Room for the Brave’, right next to us.”

“’Room for the Brave’?!” Spike asked, eyebrow raised. “That’s oddly specific.”

As the group turned their heads right, they indeed saw the door with the sign reading ‘Room for the Brave’. As they enter the room, they freeze in shock over a terrifying sight: The Cowardly Lion, their good friend, strapped to a chair in front of a swirling circle and speakers all around sharing hypnotic suggestions.

“YOU ARE NOT A LION; YOU ARE A HUMAN BEING…”

“I’m not a lion,” The Cowardly Lion repeated. “I am a human being.”

“Lion!” The Scarecrow shouted. “Lion don’t listen to that stuff! You’re being hypnotized!”

The Scarecrow practically screamed at the top of his lungs, but the Cowardly Lion didn’t seem to hear or acknowledge him.

“It’s no use! He can’t hear us! What are we gonna do?!”

“We can’t just leave him like this,” Spike responds, panicking. “We have to do something!”

As the group were thinking what to do, Tin Man spotted a large gray bucket filled with water right next to the door. In that moment, he knew just what to do.

“Grab the bucket and douse him with water!” Tin Man instructed. “That’ll snap him out of it!”

The Scarecrow, as instructed, grabbed the nearby bucket and hurled the water straight at the Cowardly Lion. As soon as the cold water splashed over him, he returned to his senses albeit rather confused and felt a slight pain in his head.

“Oh… Boy! Have I got a splitting headache!” The Cowardly Lion groaned, looking around. “What happened? Why am I soaking wet?!”

It was then the Lion acknowledged the presence of the boys.

“Oh, hi fellas! What were you standing there for?”

“We saved you from being hypnotized!!!” Spike exclaimed.

“Hypnotized?” The Cowardly Lion asked, confused. “What exactly happened?”

“They put you in a chair, then made you watch a swirling circle,” The Tin Man explained. “Seems they were making you think you were a man instead of a lion.”

“WHAT?!?!?! I can’t be a man! I must be a Lion; I’m King of the Forest! How can I protect all the creatures if they see me pretending to be human? I’d be mortified!”

Just then, Rarity and the Patchwork Girl ran into the room with all the boys, shocked by the sight before their eyes.

“Oh my!” The Patchwork Girl gasped. “What in Oz happened here?”

“Boys, you might want to start from the beginning,” Rarity said.

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Several seconds passed before the boys were able to explain everything to Rarity.

“So, let me get this straight, Darlings,” Rarity spoke, understanding. “The Tin Man had been given a heart made from a tractor engine, making him cough out smoke. Then, you find Lion hypnotized into being human instead of a… Well, Lion?”

“Basically, yes,” Spike replied.

As a matter of fact, it was Spike who told everything to both The Patchwork Girl and Rarity. Both girls were quite intrigued and shocked over what they just heard.

“I knew something was up,” Rarity pondered, scratching her chin. “Now it’s all a matter of what’s going on and why they’re doing this to us.”

“Patchwork Girl,” The Cowardly Lion spoke up. “Just out of curiosity, probably a few other things I can’t put my finger on… You didn’t know about this, did you?”

“No!” She replied, shaking her head. “I honestly didn’t know about this. If I knew, I’d have asked Mr. Woozy to put a stop to this immediately.”

“If Mr. Woozy is involved in all this, we should at least ask if this is normal operations here,” The Tin Man suggested.

They nod in agreement, hurrying straight to Mr. Woozy’s office. Once there, they noticed the door wasn’t closed properly. It was upon sighting the door an idea popped in Rarity’s head.

“We better investigate Mr. Woozy’s office,” Rarity suggests. “I have a hunch something inside may tell us what’s going on.”

“Are you sure?” The Patchwork Girl asked, nervously. “We don’t want to make Mr. Woozy angry or anything.”

“Don’t worry, Patchwork Girl. I’m sure if we explain why we’re doing this, he’ll probably understand.”

With all concerns out the window, they cautiously enter his office. Inside, loads of stacked paper piled atop each other filled the cabinets, so tall was the pile they nearly reach the ceiling. The only other piece of furniture is a tiny desk with quills and ink ready to use.

“His office sure isn’t tidy,” The Tin Man noted. “Although, I do like the paint job.”

“He does admire painted walls,” The Patchwork Girl points out.

“All right everyone, keep your eyes open,” Spike instructs.

They search around, hoping to uncover anything resembling a clue. They searched high and low, but after a few minutes they couldn’t find anything.

“Nothing so far,” The Cowardly Lion said.

“Same here,” Tin Man added, looking around.

“There’s got to be something,” Rarity said, looking around. “But where could it be?”

Just then, Spike noticed a string of ribbon atop of the filing cabinets. Beating his wings, he slowly flew to the very top of the files. He noticed that the ribbon itself was attached to a small green book.

“Hey guys!!” Spike cried out, grabbing the book. “I think I found something; looks like some kind of book.”

As Spike floated down, the rest of the group came around Spike to see what he found. He shows them the book tucked in his clawed grip, which the majority found rather intriguing.

“Well… At least we found something,” The Scarecrow replied, puzzled. “But what is it?”

“It appears to be a diary of some kind,” Spike answered. “All we need now is to read the latest entry and it’s smooth sailing from here.”

“But Spike, we don’t have sails.”

“It’s a common saying, silly,” The Patchwork Girl giggled.

“Mind if I take a look, little buddy?” The Cowardly Lion asked.

Spike complies, handing the book to Cowardly Lion. Astonishingly, he pulls out a pair of reading glasses from his mane which surprised everyone.

“Darling, I didn’t know you had reading glasses,” Rarity said, surprised.

“Well of course, I do!” He chuckled, amused. “My eyesight’s not so good. I need these to read the finest literature in Oz. Now, if my intuition is correct, his latest entry should have some juicy information if I can find it.”

The Lion began flipped the pages rapidly, hoping to find the latest entry. After a couple turns, he managed to find the latest one.

“Ah ha! Found it!!!” He exclaimed, pointing at the page.

“What does it say?” The Patchwork Girl asked.

“Let’s see, according to this entry, it says…”

DIARY ENTRY NUMBER 161
“I haven’t heard from the Wicked Witch of The East for days. I am worried because my share as promised has been delayed. She knows she needs ‘me’ to spread misery around Oz, to spread her name throughout Oz so she’d be known as the Wickedest Witch in all of Oz. But as of late, I suspect she may threaten to be playing me for the fool. Last I heard, she was heading to my old home in Munchkinland and that’s where I’m sure to find her.

Since aligning with her, I’ve maintained my loyalties to her which I haven’t had the luxury in return during my youth. I still recall the time I concocted a machine to turn the average piece of junk into gold, a project so secret I trust only myself to know. I would’ve been the richest Munchkin in Oz, but the darn machine literally blew up in my face, turning my fellow munchkin brethren to gold. Glinda herself had to resolve the matter and the mayor was furious to discover how the disaster was of my doing. I insisted I only wish to invent something special for our people and he blatantly accuses me of causing more harm than good. I was arrested shortly after for the charge of unethical science and my image hasn’t been the same since.

Ever since that day, I vowed to take revenge on everyone who wronged me. If I had to spend the remainder of my days miserably, I’d make sure there are no exceptions. It’s taken me ages, but I found a means of taking all the dreams that these people hold value and replace them all with nightmares. Soon the day will come when I finally have the respect I rightfully deserve, so says I…

As the Cowardly Lion finished reading, everyone in the room were stunned by what they heard. Not just the discovery of who he truly was, but whom he served…

“The Wicked Witch of the East?!?!?!” They all said, in unison.

“I don’t believe it!” The Scarecrow exclaimed, sadly.

“But it’s true, it’s all true!” Rarity confirmed, wrapping her hoofs around Scarecrow.

“Who’d have thought that Munchkin would served the Wicked Witch of the East?” The Tin Man asked, shocked.

“You’re telling me!” Spike nodded. “Was she really this bad?”

“She was crazy!!” The Patchwork Girl exclaimed. “You don’t know about The Wicked Witch of The East?”

“Well, part from accidentally landing a house on her… No, not really,” Spike admitted.

The Patchwork Girl could hardly believe she was in the presence of peculiar individuals who had no idea about this Witch. She took a deep breath before deciding to relate to the tale of this Witch.

“She was a Wicked Witch, hence the name, but far worse than any that ever lived. She thrived on her vanity so much, she turned those who called her ugly into stone. This one time, the ensure nobody had a face prettier than hers, she literally stole their faces and left them wandering, faceless beings for a month. Would’ve gone on for eternity had Glinda not stepped up to fix the matter.”

Now the rest were understandably horrified, hearing what The Patchwork Girl said. Despite only a tiny segment of what The Wicked Witch of The East was capable of, now they knew just enough about her and wicked describes her best.

“That’s awful!!” Rarity exclaimed.

“That’s not all she did,” The Cowardly Lion added, recollecting.

“What do you mean?”

“When I was but a small cub, I heard this one time of a group of meerkats just having a nice picnic, minding their own business. Then, the Witch herself came by and you know what happened next?

“No,” They all said, in unison.

“She turned them all into raging, venomous beasts just because she found them too cute! I’ve feared meerkats ever since!”

“Yikes! Sounds like someone Fluttershy wouldn’t like,” Spike muttered, disturbed. “But that leaves one question: Why would Mr. Woozy agree to work with The Wicked Witch of the East?”

“I am so glad you ask.”

Everyone turned in shock, seeing Mr. Woozy himself, standing behind them.

“How long were you standing there?” Rarity asked, awkwardly.

“Quite long enough, my dear.”

“You humbug!!” The Scarecrow shouts, angrily.

“Yeah!!” Tin Man and Cowardly Lion added, in unison.

“Yes, I am a humbug… And proud to be!!” Mr. Winky smirked, smugly.

The little Munchkin grabs a bottle of fizzy pop, pouring it into a glass and listened to it fizz. The Patchwork Girl, seeing the look of smug expression on his face, stood on the verge of tears.

“How… How could you do this to those people?” She asked, tearfully. “They’ve done nothing to you!”

“NOTHING TO ME?!?!” Mr. Woozy shouts, angrily. “THEY RUINED ME; THAT’S WHAT OZ DID TO ME!!!”

Mr. Woozy paused for a moment to compose himself, straightening what remained of his hair and took a tiny sip of his drink.

“Ever since I’ve been kicked out of Munchkinland, by my own Mayor nonetheless, I’ve held a grudge on my own people ever since. And what did the rest of Oz do about it? NOTHING!!! They cast me aside, caring for only their previous little dreams over mine!”

“Your experiment turned your people into gold!” The Tin Man pointed out.

“And it would have made us all rich, but they refuse to see my potential! I dedicated my life to giving Munchkinland the recognition we deserve, the respect I so crave, but their tiny-little minds refused to see the big picture!”

“So, why work for The Witch?” Rarity asked, confused. “She could have turn you into a frog for all she cares.”

“On the contrary, my dear,” He spoke, clearing his throat. “You see, during my time in prison, I honestly did not expect any visitors coming to see me… Until The Witch herself came in secret. She claimed to have heard of my inventive talents, offering her assistance to free me in exchange to agree to work with her in servitude. She too has an agenda against the people of Oz, to make them as miserable just the way she is.

“Soon as I was free, I needed someplace to work where I’d have all the supplies, which we required to fulfill our ambition. That’s when I stumbled onto Emerald City, hearing about the Wizard of Oz who could make the people’s dreams into a reality. But no one’s ever actually seen him, and their requests often went unnoticed. Seeing opportunity, I decided to concoct a plan to become the resident role model that this city needed.”

As Mr. Woozy continued his tale, the group understood how such a tiny Munchkin could turn so bad. But none could expect that this Munchkin was so desperate for revenge, he’d pledge himself to serve one of the most dangerous enemies of Oz.

“If you hate everyone in Oz, why did you make me?” The Patchwork Girl asked, sadly.

“Quite simple, my little girl,” Mr. Woozy replied. “I may be a charming munchkin, but I knew I needed a means to persuade the people to come to my parlor and frankly Munchkins are never respected amongst any corner of Oz. So, what better way to draw people to my business than having a friendly assistant that the people can trust?”

“You used her!!!” Spike shouted, clutching his fist.

“Of course, I used her you little fool!” Mr. Woozy spoke, sinisterly. “And what was this I heard about the Witch being crushed by a house? Would you know anything about it… Little Dragon?”

That sinister look from the Munchkin, his eyes staring straight into his own, made Spike very nervous before he spoke up.

“Well… We got sucked into a tornado and we saw some weird things. Two men in a boat, a chicken coop with a turkey, a cow, and then some Witch. I think that was the one we accidentally crushed with the house, but by accident of course. It’s not like we did it on purpose, you understand, don’t you?”

Mr. Woozy’s left eye twitched, his body quivering as if he could burst out in anger like a volcano. But then, with a single breath, he calmed himself before that creepy smile reappears.

“How would you like to meet my pet?” He asked, gleefully.

“Oh, a pet! Is it a dog like Toto, the one Dorothy has?” The Scarecrow asked.

Mr. Woozy merely smiles sinisterly, before placing two fingers into his mouth and blew a shrilling whistle. A loud screech came from his office, so loud the group had to cover their ears from the painful sound they heard.

“I think that’s a ‘no’, darling!” Rarity winced.

“What in Oz is that terrible, horrible noise?!” The Tin Man exclaimed, rattled.

Just then, a creature seemed to emerge out of camouflage, so huge it practically filled the entire room. It appeared plant-like, a green color scheme, leaves growing off its back, and its breath smelled of roses. The roses, covered in blood, sprouted all around its bulky body, with six giant crab legs, a neck long as a giraffe, and a head resembling a coconut with two red bug-eyes. It looked around until it smelled the scent of its meal, licking its chops with its blue tongue. The others stared worriedly, their knees shaking at the presence of this plant beast.

“W-What is that thing?” The Tin Man asked, nervously.

“My friends, say hello to the Nuisance Eater,” Mr. Woozy introduced, with an evil smile. “My most prized pet, bestowed upon me by the late Witch herself. I should warn you though: He tends to bite, for lack of a better word.”

“Rarity, I-I-I-I-I know we’re supposed to stop him,” The Cowardly Lion quivered, backing toward the door. “But since we’re seeing a giant plant monster right now, can we run for our lives?”

“Actually Darling, I do think it’s a good day for running,” Rarity replied, nervously.

“Well then, I suggest we… RUN!!!!” The Patchwork Girl shouted.

The group bolts toward the door and through the corridors, but Mr. Woozy wasn’t letting them get away that easily.

“GET THEM!!!” He commanded.

The Nuisance Eater growled, crashing through the office and pursuing the group. They ran for their lives as they turned from corridor-to-corridor for what seems like an endless chase, all while the Nuisance Eater hurled chairs aside and ran inches behind our heroes. Luckily, they manage to duck in time, but it only made the creature angrier and more determined to eat them.

“I don’t think he’s really happy!” The Tin Man panicked.

“No kidding, Tin Can!” The Cowardly Lion shouts, scared.

“Why do giant scary creatures always try to kill us for doing nothing?!” Rarity panicked.

Rarity tried to keep up with the others, but she wasn’t as used to running great distances as her friends. Thankfully, the Patchwork Girl grabbed Rarity’s front hoof as she dragged the mare towards her.

“Don’t worry, Rarity,” She assured. “I got you!”

“I may not have a brain,” The Scarecrow muttered, tripping between his feet. “But I say this is overkill.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more than ever, Scarecrow,” Spike said.

The little dragon ran as fast as he could, as far as his tiny legs could carry him. Just then, they came to a complete halt and stumbled across two corridors, which split in separate directions.

“Oh great, which way now?” Spike asked, frustrated.

Before the question could be answered, they heard a crash and turned around. They saw the Nuisance Eater lift a table preparing to hurl it towards the group.

“Any direction that gets us as far away from that!” The Patchwork Girl shouts.

The Nuisance Eater hurled the table, as the group dived toward the right path. The table soars to the opposite direction and pounds through the floor at such incredible speed and crashes into the wall.

“That was a close one,” The Scarecrow sighed.

But the relief was short-lived when they saw the Nuisance Eater was still in hot pursuit and everyone began to boot it.

“No time to rest, Darling!” Rarity cried, mid-run. “Keep running!!”

As they ran, the Cowardly Lion and Tin Man faced each other in worry.

“How long till that thing rips us apart like a cat’s chew toy?” The Lion asked, worried.

“Dunno, but long enough for us to think of a plan!” Tin Man hoped.

The two kept running, as it seemed this chase would never end. Yet they were too scared to imagine how long it would be before that monster caught them for its next meal.

<>

Meanwhile, Twilight Sparkle, along with Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Dorothy, and Toto approached the reception area. For some time, they’ve tried to find their friends ever since they got separated. Twilight and Dorothy approach the receptionist at the desk, hoping to find some help.

“Please miss, can you help us?” Dorothy asked, politely. “We’ve lost our friends when we came here.”

“We were hoping you could help us find them,” Twilight said.

The receptionist gave a small smile before picking up her pen to write on a document.

“Don’t worry,” She assured. “I’ll let the staff know we need to find your friends. Can you please give a description?”

As the receptionist began to hear her two clients out, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Fluttershy sat along the chairs discussing the situation.

“You think a place this big should at least have a map,” Rainbow Dash grumbled.

“I know wut you mean, sugar cube,” Applejack said, studying a book. “This place gets you more lost than the Everfree Forest.”

Pinkie Pie was juggling apples to pass the time, then spins the fruit like basketballs. The others took notice but didn’t mind her shenanigans since… You know, it’s Pinkie Pie.

“You have to wonder why the people of Emerald City always wear green,” She asked, bouncing apples on her head.

“Maybe it’s a style choice,” Fluttershy suggested.

“I think it needs a bit more color if you ask me. Maybe a hint of yellow, a pinch of pink, a sprinkle of blue, maybe add some black for depth…”

“We get the point, Pinkie!” Rainbow Dash agrees, looking at the clocks. “Could be worse. At least it’s not a table smashing through a wall.”

As soon as those words are uttered, a table smashed through the wall startling everyone. Pinkie Pie leapt into Applejack’s arms with a squeak, as the table crashed to the floor busting into splinters.

“Rainbow, did ya intend for that to happen?” Applejack asked.

“Uh… No?” Rainbow Dash replied, bewildered.

“Jiminy Crickets!” Dorothy said, while comforting a frightened Toto. “There, there Toto. It’s all right.”

“Ok, that was unexpected,” Twilight said, in shock. “Now, if I can ask politely… WHAT IN EQUESTRA JUST HAPPENED?!”

“MONSTER IN THE PARLOR!!!!” A man shouts, running through the corridors. “MONSTER AT THE DREAM FULFILLMENT PARLOR!!!!!!”

Everyone turned toward the man wide-eyed, stunning over what they just heard.

“Thought you ought to know.”

The man faints from the panic, as everyone in the reception room screamed their lungs out. Papers were tossed all around, everyone racing out the door as an alert was unleashed.

“GREEN ALERT! GREEN ALERT! All Emerald City guards report to the Dream Fulfillment Parlor! Bring weapons A.S.A.P. EMERGENCY!”

The group gather around, trying to assert the situation.

“A monster?!?!?!” Fluttershy squeaked, closing her eyes. “Did the Witch come to get her slippers?”

“No way, it’s too early in the story for that,” Pinkie answered, looking at the script. “At least, I think it is.”

WAIT! WHO LET HER HAVE THE SCRIPT?!?!?!

You said you had it!

DO'H!!!!

*Grabs script* GIVE ME THAT!!!!

“Oops, sorry!” Pinkie smiled, sheepishly.

“This doesn’t feel like the Witch’s style,” Twilight remarked, ignoring the moment. “She likes to get personal; she wouldn’t send a monster to get the slippers.”

“Then, wut in Equestria is goin’ on here?” Applejack asked.

Every pony tried to figure out the cause of the problem, when a thought crossed Dorothy’s mind.

“Girls, what if our friends are in that parlor?” Dorothy asked, worried. “They could be in danger!”

“Then we need to find them right away!” Twilight said, determined.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Rainbow Dash asked, flying in mid-air. “Let’s go save our friends!”

They raced into the hole in the wall, Fluttershy being the last to go. As always, she was hesitant to go forward.

“Why can’t we ever have an adventure without danger?” She muttered, catching up with the others.

<>

Meanwhile, Spike, Rarity, and the others were still pursued by the Nuisance Eater. The case felt like it went on for minutes and the beast was determined to catch them. Eventually, the group ran far enough to hide in a nearby corner without being seen.

“No pony… Make… A sound!” Rarity whispered harshly.

By the time the beast arrived, it began sniffing the area for their scent. The group found themselves in a very precarious situation.

“We have to find a way to stop this monster,” The Tin Man whispered, frightened.

“But how?” Spike whispered, under his breath. “It’s not like it has any obvious weaknesses.”

So it seemed as they observed the Nuisance Eater, growing in frustration trying to find them. Then, Scarecrow noticed a long silver container that may prove useful.

“Patchwork Girl, what’s in that container?” The Scarecrow asked, quietly.

“Weed killer,” She answered. “Why?”

“If we can get the creature covered in that stuff, it could destroy it once and for all!”

Now the group were taken aback by Scarecrow’s plan. Honestly, it was a rather brilliant plan coming from someone claiming to not have a brain. Still, any plan was better than nothing.

“Swell plan, Scarecrow!” The Cowardly Lion said.

“Why thanks, lion,” He said, feeling pleased. “Are there any water sprinklers in this building, Patchwork Girl?”

“Yes, but the office area is the only one with any working sprinklers,” Patchwork Girl points out.

“We need a plan of action,” Rarity suggested. “Spike, Lion, and Tin Man, you boys distract that monster. Scarecrow, Patchwork Girl, and I will get the sprinkler system ready.”

“I may be an overgrown scaredy-cat, but I’ll try my best,” The Cowardly Lion assured, determinedly.

“Don’t worry about us,” The Tin Man added.

“You can count on us!!” Spike salutes.

Together, the three jumped in front of the Nuisance Eater drawing its attention.

“Hey Mr. Sod Bags!!!” Spike called, blowing raspberries.

This infuriated the creature as it started chasing the three boys. They ran as fast as their feet could carry them, staying as far ahead as possible. Taking advantage of the distraction, Scarecrow, along with Patchwork Girl and Rarity head to the office. As soon as they step inside, they searched for the level for the sprinkler system but couldn’t find a handle anywhere in the whole room.

“Where is it?” The Scarecrow pondered, worriedly. “Finding it seems more difficult than I thought it would be.”

“We need to find that hatch immediately!!!” Rarity said, urgently.

“Wait a minute! The fire extinguishers,” The Patchwork Girl points out. “I remember where it is! Come on!”

They rush towards the set of fire extinguishers, as The Patchwork Girl reaches out and tilts one of the cannisters aside. It triggers a compartment to open revealing a container next to a lever. Rarity takes the cannister of weed killer with her aura and places it into the slot.

“On my cue, pull the lever and this place will be raining weed killer,” Rarity instructs.

Patchwork Girl and Scarecrow nod in unison, as they each grab the lever. Just then, they heard screaming coming from the corridors.

“GANG WAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!” They screamed.

The Nuisance Eater crashes through the concrete wall, tossing desks and filing cabinets aside leaving a crumbled mess.

“NOW!!!!” Rarity shouted.

Scarecrow and Patchwork Girl activate the sprinkler system, sending weed killer splashing onto the monster. The Nuisance Eater screeches in pain, as Tin Man took cover under the desk to avoid getting rusted. The monster tried to get away, but it’s legs soon feel apart, while the leaves on its back turned brown, and the creature melted away while screeching loudly. Finally, after mere seconds, the beast melted into a steaming green puddle as the group released a sigh of relief.

“Boy, I thought it would never end!” Tin Man sighed, crawling from the desk.

“Same here,” Spike said, taking a deep breath.

Just then, a set of footsteps cause the group to turn as Dorothy, Twilight, and the rest ran toward the source of the screeching.

“Dorothy!!! Girls!!!” They exclaimed, giving their friends a group hug.

“Thank goodness you’re all fine!” Dorothy said, happily.

“What just happened?” Twilight asked, looking around.

“It looks like pigs decided to make this place into a mud hole or somethin’,” Applejack observed.

“Well, basically…” The Scarecrow began.

“AAAAHHHH!!!”

A loud scream interrupts Scarecrow followed by falling rubble. They turn around and see Mr. Woozy emerged, a devastated look on his face. Before his very eyes, his entire legacy that he had built was destroy.

“My parlor!” He sobbed. “It’s ruined… RUINED!!! Oh… Once I find those troublemakers, I’ll rip ‘em apart, I’ll burn them, all in the name of the Wicked Witch of the East I will destroy…”

Mr. Woozy stopped ranting as he acknowledged the group behind him, their jaws wide open in shock. It was in that moment he realized he should’ve kept his mouth shut.

“Oh… Celestia!” Rainbow Dash said, in shock.

“See, if she said the ‘F bomb’ this series would be T-rated,” Pinkie Pie whispered to Fluttershy. “But oh, the things we could get away"

“Pinkie Pie, what are you talking about?” Fluttershy asked, confused.

Suddenly, at least twenty Emerald guards stormed through the door holding spears. However, when they looked around, they found no monster. The general, with a short hat and a beard, marched up front determined to find the cause of this mess.

“What in Oz is going on here?” He demanded.

“General, this Munchkin is a selfish fraud and rotten beast,” Rarity accused, angrily. “Mr. Woozy is the cause of all the problems around here.”

“That is quite an accusation,” The General spoke, turning to the others. “Is this true?”

“Yes sir, he’s conned the good people of this city,” The Scarecrow added. “He said himself that he served the Wicked Witch of the East and together they’ve been plotting to turn their dreams and aspirations into nightmares!”

“I asked for a heart, but he gave me a dirty tractor engine that exploded!” The Tin Man explain, furiously.

“I wanted to be brave, and he puts me through a hypnotizing room trying to make me think I’m human,” The Cowardly Lion added.

“Sounds like serious offences,” The General pondered. “But all this will be difficult without the evidence to support these claims.”

The Patchwork Girl noticed Mr. Woozy’s diary conveniently next to her. She picks it up and approaches the General, handing him the diary.

“This contains the very evidence against him, sir,” She spoke, kindly. “I hope it will be enough to convince you.”

The General slowly read through the pages carefully. Soon as he was finished, he hands the book to one of his soldiers.

“This is more than enough evidence to put him in the slammer for a long time,” He concludes, pointing to Mr. Woozy. “Guards seize him! Lock him up… And fetch the cleaners, I want this place spotless.”

The guards march toward Mr. Woozy, grabbing his arms before he could run away. He struggled to break free but to no avail as the soldiers dragged him out to place him in a ‘nice cell’.

“Oh… When I get out of this, I promise you lot will pay!” Mr. Woozy shouts, mid-struggle. “I’ll ground you into plant food; I’ll turn you to emeralds. I’LL MAKE YOU GLUE!!!”

“Don’t you worry about a thing, girls,” The General assured. “We’ll make sure he won’t bother anyone for a long time. Sorry you got mixed up in all this.”

“That’s quite all right sir,” Rarity said, politely. “We deal with these situations all the time.”

As Rarity and the General talked, Twilight leaned towards Spike.

“Mind tell us what happened here?” She whispered.

“How’s about I tell you when we get back home,” He whispered back.

“Well milady, allow us to recommend a trip to the beauty parlor, that will get you back in shape,” The General assures, then turns to Tin Man. “Don’t you worry my Tin Friend; we’ll have that rotten heart out. Please enjoy the rest of your stay.”

The General soon left to join the guards through the corridors. It was only after all the insanity died down; they finally acknowledged their new friend.

“So, who’s the Patchwork Girl over here?” Applejack asked, curiously. “Ya have a name?”

“Well, that’s my full name, ‘Patchwork Girl’,” The Patchwork Girl replied, giggling.

“Oh, sorry madam. Didn’t mean to insult you or nothing…”

“No, no! It’s okay. People get confused over my name all the time.”

The Patchwork Girl then proceeds to shake hands with Dorothy and the others.

“It was a pleasure to meet you all.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Dorothy said, smiling.

“Likewise.”

After shaking hands… Or claws… Or hoofs… Or ‘whatever’, The Patchwork Girl turned toward The Scarecrow for a moment.

“Do you mind if me and Scarecrow have a talk for a moment?”

Patchwork Girl grabs Scarecrow’s hand, walking him to a nearby corner leaving the rest a bit confused.

“What’s up with those two?” Fluttershy asked, curiously.

“Let’s just say we got love birds in the building,” The Cowardly Lion said, cheeky.

Meanwhile, the Patchwork Girl and the Scarecrow had just enough space for their small discussion.

“I guess this means you’re going to The Wizard of Oz, I presume,” The Patchwork Girl said, quietly.

“Yes, I guess so,” The Scarecrow nodded, sadly. “What will you do with Mr. Woozy in prison?”

“Well, I’ve been Mr. Woozy’s assistant for so long, I felt completely useless. But now that he’s in jail, I intend to make a change for the better. I’m going to be the one helping people, help them with their issues, and help them find their happiness because it’s the right thing.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!!” The Scarecrow said, smiling.

“When you do get your brain, will you come back to visit?” She asked quietly.

After a moment, The Scarecrow grabbed her hands gently.

“You bet I will,” He said, delighted. “Only for you.”

The Patchwork Girl was so happy, she planted a kiss on the cheek, which made the Scarecrow blush. The others watching giggled before Scarecrow turned around.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” He asked. “Off to the beauty parlor!”

“Let’s go, everyone!” Dorothy called out.

As Dorothy and the others went on their way, they sung a familiar tune as they marched along.

Group (Sings):
Ha ha ha!
Ho ho ho!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
That’s how we laugh the day away
With a ho ho ho, ha ha ha
In the merry old land of Oz…

<>

“And that’s how the story went,” Spike concluded.

Spike and Rarity had just concluded a stirring story, everyone found the adventure a very enjoyable, thrilling experience.

“Now that was an awesome adventure!” Rainbow Dash declared.

“Definitely worthy for a wide release!” Pinkie added, spinning in her chair.

“Same here!” Applejack nodded.

“Do you suppose Mr. Woozy will cause any more trouble?” Fluttershy asked, curiously.

“I don’t believe he will, darling,” Rarity reassured. “Everyone knows he’s a fraud and no one will ever trust him again.”

“That’s one thing we definitely know for sure,” Twilight said, writing on her note pad. “As soon as we get this side story together, we can proceed to focus on the main story.”

Twilight didn’t write for long, when they noticed a tiny pink bubble floating in the air. It swirls back-and-forth until it gently lands on the table. When the bubble fades away, they discovered a green letter with a printed word reading ‘Oz’.

“A letter from oz?” They all exclaimed, in unison.

“Who sent it?” Pinkie Pie asked, panicking. “Am I getting evicted from Ponyville?! Oh no, no, no, no, no…”

Pinkie Pie raced around the room at max speed, before Rainbow Dash grabbed her by the tail and stopped her.

“Settle down, Pinkie,” She said. “We haven’t even opened it yet!”

“Huh… I knew that.”

“Who’d send us a letter?” Fluttershy asked, curiously.

“I don’t know, but it could be important,” Twilight said, picking up the letter.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Spike asked. “Let’s open it!”

With the letter in her grips, Twilight began to carefully open the envelope. As she slowly lifts the flap, she uses her aura to remove the contents. It turned out the letter contained a photo featuring The Scarecrow, The Tin Man, The Cowardly Lion, and The Patchwork Girl in a group shot. Only now, they wore Emerald City Clothes as writing on the photo read:

“Thinking of you. Love, friends”

“AWWWWWWW!!!” They said, in unison.

“We miss you too,” Twilight said, wiping tears from her eyes.

“That was lovely of them to send a photo like that,” Rarity said. “And in such good quality too.”

“I sure do miss them,” Fluttershy said, sadly.

“Me too, Flutters,” Pinkie Pie added, comforting her friend. “But something tells me they’re going to be all right.”

“Do you think we’ll ever see them again?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“I’m not sure,” Twilight replied. “But deep in our hearts, we’ll always remember them.”

“Same here,” Spike added.

As they all look at the photo, Applejack drew every pony’s attention.

“I think I found a good title for this story!”

The group faced Applejack, curious of the name they had in mind.

“Ok Applejack, what would you like to call it?” Twilight asked.

The group waited patiently, as Applejack finally declared her answer.

“How about, we call it…”

Thanks for Dramamaster829 for proof reading

Next time it's gonna be terror in a cafe with Twilight Sparkle and Scooby doo

One Week Before "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”

“Scooby-Dooby-Doo!”

One morning, as the sun shone over the Crystal Empire, Shining Armor, Princess Cadence, and Flurry Heart took a lovely stroll across the streets. The little princess sat comfortable in her little stroller, while the two parents pushed together. Many of the kingdom’s inhabitants were out shopping along the markets, a few fillies and colts played together along the fields, and all the while the birds were humming a merry tune on this beautiful day of days.

“Scooby-Dooby-Doo!” Flurry Heart exclaimed. “Scooby-Dooby-Doo! Scooby-Dooby-Doo!”

The parents smiled as Flurry Heart laughed her head off, repeating the same three words during a previous adventure. Although it got repetitive after a while, nevertheless they couldn’t deny how cute she was acting.

“Boy honey, she hasn’t stopped talking in over a week!” Shining Armor muttered.

“What did you think she was going to do?” Cadence said, sweetly. “Kids grow up fast, she’s bound to talk eventually.”

“I know that. But still, you’d think Flurry would at least calm it down a bit. Give herself a chance to breathe.”

“Giver her some time, dear. She’ll grow out of it eventually.”

In the meantime, Flurry Heart hugged a small plush toy resembling a certain Great Dane, with a matching collar which he gave to her as a gift. Eventually, as Princess Cadence suspected, a cute yawn escapes little Flurry Heart all the while Cadence smiles and plants a warm kiss on the cheek.

“Sweetie,” She said, in a gentle voice. “How would you like to go and visit Auntie Twilight today?”

Flurry Heart squealed excitedly, waving her hoofs around. If there’s one thing to know about Flurry, she loves seeing her Auntie.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Cadence giggled.

“I didn’t even know Twilight would be in the Crystal Empire right now,” Shining Armor said, surprised.

“She sent me a letter yesterday informing me she wanted some feedback for work on her next book with her friends.”

“Well, you know I did enjoy the last book with the ‘Wizard of Oz’. But how come I wasn’t told of this sooner; I am her brother.”

“The message came only last night; you were fast asleep snoring like an elephant.”

“Oh… Right.”

Cadence giggled at her husband’s remark, somethings he never knows what he did during his sleep. But nevertheless, she kissed her husband on the cheek, which Shining Armor returns a kiss with no hesitation.

“Come honey, let’s get home,” Cadence said. “Twilight and the others should be here by now.”

Shining Armor nods in agreement, as they stroll back to their home in the Crystal Castle.

The Crystal Castle

Inside the castle, Twilight Sparkle, along with Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Spike were waiting inside for Cadence, Shining Armor, and Flurry Heart. In the meantime, they were discussing plans for their next book.

“Alright girls,” Twilight announced, peering through her notes. “Our next book’s theme will center on our adventures with Mystery Inc.”

“Makes sense to me,” Fluttershy replied, quietly.

“Well duh, it’s the only other adventure we’ve had,” Rainbow Dash added.

“Until we get world on what worlds there is to find or what dangers we’ll encounter, we may as well get this story out of the way.”

“To think it’s only been a few months since our last book,” Applejack said.

“Oh absolutely,” Rarity nodded. “It is rather odd to even consider preparing another book merely months after the first got published.”

“Well then again, A.K. Yearling usually spends months after writing of her adventures as Daring Do,” Rainbow Dash points out. “I wouldn’t call it a stretch.”

“But did you see how many ponies loved the last book we did!” Pinkie said, happily. “Hundreds of ponies! Thousands even! Like a Baker’s Dozen!”

“That means thirteen would’ve read it, Pinkie,” Twilight corrected.

“But that’s besides the point, Twilight! Don’t you girls think it would be an injustice to all those anxious fans waiting to see our latest adventure in a new book? Do you? Do you? Huh, huh, huh?”

“Okay, okay, darling, calm down,” Rarity spoke up. “When you put it that way it does make sense. But I highly doubt ponies would just crash through the door for a new copy.”

Just then, the doors open wide revealing Shining Armor, Princess Cadence, and Princess Flurry Heart. Twilight beams as she runs toward them, lifting Flurry Heart up and swung her around as the little filly giggled.

“Oh hello, Flurry!” She said, in baby talk.

Twilight proceeds to tickle Flurry’s belly with one hoof, making the little princess laugh loudly. While Twilight played with her ticklish niece, Cadence approaches the Princess of Friendship.

“So, Twilight,” Cadence smiled. “We’ve heard you and the others are working on a new book.”

“That’s right, we’re doing an adventure inspired by the trip Flurry and the rest of us went to.”

Flurry giggled happily, clapping her hoofs together as if she remembered the trip like it was only yesterday.

“Well, knowing you it’s going to be wonderful,” Cadence said, sweetly.

Just then, Shining Armor steps forward and pats his sister on the shoulder.

“And here’s the general ‘Flurry’s Speaking’ report,” He said, dusting himself a bit. “In the past few months, she’s learned words like ‘Potato’, ‘Mango’, and ‘My co-writer took $10 from me without my consent’.”

Twilight Sparkle was quite confused, especially hearing Flurry said 'My co-writer took $10 without… My…'

YOU DID WHAT?!?!?!?!

Sorry, I forgot my lunch today and I rarely carry change!

“SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO!” Flurry Heart exclaimed.

Shining Armor and Cadence turn back to Flurry, who hugged her Scooby plush toy. The two parents couldn’t help but chuckle when that statement came up.

“Yes… Even that,” Shining Armor muttered.

Just then, it dawned on Shining Armor that there was something very important he needed to bring up.

“Hey Twily, just out of curiosity, where did you get that plush and collar?”

Twilight began to blush the moment her brother asked that question, a question so big she could feel the sweat pour down her face.

“Well… I… Uh…” She stuttered, searching for words. “Well, I… I-I-I-I-I don’t think I should tell that story. It’s kind of scary, Flurry will have nightmares!”

“Aww, come on, Twilight,” Cadence jokingly cooed, giggling. “I think we’d love to hear that story>”

“Ooh! Ooh! Me too, me too!” Pinkie said, excitedly.

Pinkie practically pulls the girls and Spike together, dragging them toward Twilight. The princess soon felt a nudge and looks down, as Flurry pushed her aunt’s left foreleg with her cute little hoofs. There was no mistaking that she ‘did’ want to hear the story.

“Ya might as well tell us, Twi,” Applejack replied. “Ain’t no talkin’ outta this one.”

“Oh, all right, if you insist,” Twilight caved. “Gather round, every pony! I’ll tell you a tale chilling and scary, the terrible story where Scooby and I barely escaped with our lives. Submitted for the approval of, well… My family and friends… I call this story…”

ONE DAY AT MISS LADYBUG’S CAFÉ

"SCOOBY!!!"

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE RORRY"

SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO, WHERE ARE YOU? WE GOT SOME WORK TO DO NOW!
SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO, WHERE ARE YOU? WE NEED SOME HELP FROM YOU NOW!

Wait… Why are we singing?

I don’t know, why were ‘you’ singing?

… You are so MEAN, you know that?

Mmm-hmm…

SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO!!!

<>

*Clears throat* Anyway, our adventure begins on the spookiest island you have ever heard of, a terrible place called… Well, ‘Spooky Island’. Okay, it’s not the most original name, but it does the job at delivering the spooks. Anyhow, Twilight Sparkle , along with Scooby Doo, the girls (Who were in human bodies along with Twilight), and Mystery Inc. were invited by Mondevarious to solve a mystery. For Mondevarious believed someone put a curse on all the college students, making them act weird…

Let’s be real, you already know this story, so I won’t go through all the details. The real story here concerns just a girl and a dog. It began with Twilight having another panic attack, while keeping Flurry Heart close to her.

“How could I have left him?” Twilight asked herself, sweating heavily. “Spike is never going to forgive me leaving him behind. Ooh, I know what he’s gonna say, ‘Twilight, you are the worst friend I ever have. I never want to talk to you, I don’t want to look at you, I don’t even want to…’ MMF!”

Having heard enough, Rainbow Dash put a hand over Twilight Sparkle’s mouth before she could continue.

“Twilight, calm down!” Rainbow Dash spoke, slowly removing her hand. “I’m sure Spike isn’t going to be mad at you"

“Yeah, you’re right, you’re absolutely right,” Twilight nodded, taking deep breaths. “Thanks Rainbow, you’re the best!”

“I know!” Rainbow Dash smiled. “I’m awesome!”

Just then, Pinkie Pie bolts toward Twilight Sparkle at incredible speed. Her face brimmed with worry.

“TWILIGHT!!!” She shouted, at the top of her lungs. “WE GOT AN EMERGENCY!!!”

Whoa, calm down Pinkie, calm down!” Twilight said, trying to get some space. “What happened?”

“We were about to be escorted to the hotel and Shaggy attacked by that squid looking thing!”

Pinkie points toward Shaggy, where he indeed have a squid latched onto his head. The rest of the girls tried to pry it off.

“Like dude, help!” Shaggy said, panicking. “What did I ever do to y… ZOINKS!!!”

The squid, with two tentacles, pinched his bottom sending him leaping in the air nearly hurling the other ponies aside.

“Oh please, Mr. Squid,” Fluttershy begged. “Won’t you let him go?”

“How the hay is it so difficult to get a squid off some pony’s head?” Applejack asked.

She tried to pull the squid off Shaggy’s head, but the squid was stubborn and remained latched around the skinny man. Twilight sighed, as she turned toward Pinkie Pie, who shrugged.

“Ok, let’s go help him,” She said, annoyed.

Twilight walks over toward Scooby Doo, gently handing Flurry Heart over to him.

“Scooby, could you look after Flurry while I help Shaggy?”

“Rokay, rure!” Scooby nodded.

The Great Dane grabbed Flurry Heart, placing her on his back for safety. Twilight walks over and attempts to help Shaggy. Scooby walked around the deck, as Flurry giggled and enjoyed the free ride. That’s when they noticed a man in a Tiki Costume, with an advertisement which read, ‘Hey folks, want a wonderful meal? Try our special right on our menu’. Scooby licked his lips at the mention of meal, imagining how delicious this special must be.

“Yummy!”

Scooby walks toward the man, patting his back to get his attention.

“Rexcuse re!”

The man turns around and screamed loudly, frightening Scooby Doo and Flurry Heart, who covered her eyes in fear. Hearing that, Twilight rushed toward the man.

“BACK AWAY FROM MY FRIENDS!!!” Twilight shouted, turning to Scooby. “Are you two all right? Did he hurt you?”

Whimpering, Scooby Doo uncovered his eyes and saw Twilight, much to his relief.

“Reah, ranks Rilight,” He said happily.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re both okay, right Flurry,” Twilight turned, eyes wide. “Flurry?”

But no reply, in fact when she looked, Flurry wasn’t on Scooby’s back and Scooby was just as nervous when he looked up. Understandably so, the began to search for her, worried for her well-being.

“Flurry?” Twilight called out. “Flurry Heart, where are you?”

“Rurry?” Scooby called out.

He searched a couple of baskets, till he turns and spotted something quite alarming. He pats Twilight’s back for attention.

“Uh… Rilight…”

“What is it, Scooby?”

Twilight turns around, but as did her face turned from worry to utter horror. Flurry Heart, under a rusty bucket to hide, unknowingly crawling into a creepy looking café. Without hesitating, the two immediately chased after her.

“Flurry, come back here!!!” Twilight yelled.

“Rease rome back!” Scooby begged.

But it was no use, Flurry Heart pushed against the doors and ended up inside the café. Scooby Doo and Twilight Sparkle followed suite, looking inside the cafe. It was a rotted structure, the hallways were filthy and dark, and the windows were cracked, showing very little light. Scooby quivered in fear, as Twilight knelt down to his level.

“Scooby, I know you’re scared,” She said, gently. “But the sooner we find Flurry, we’re getting out of here. Okay?”

Scooby tried to put on a brave face, although it looked forced than intentional. Nevertheless, he tried if only for Flurry Heart.

“Rokay!”

Twilight pats him on the head, which Scooby enjoyed very much. The two continue their search for Flurry Heart, crossing the floor which creaked so much they feared it would break. It also felt very cold, like someone turned the thermostat to zero. They both shuddered at everything they saw in this café.

“Ris race is reepy!” Scooby shuddered.

“I know what you mean,” Twilight nodded, wrapping herself in her arms. “This place is colder than a fridge.”

Just then, a female voice spoke through some speakers atop the celing.

“Welcome guests to the Ladybug Café. Once belonging to Miss Lamlock, her café was the most popular eatery in the 1960s and most famous for its ladybug habitat. Everyday, she would care for them and invite paying customers to see them. Miss Lamlock always wanted a ladybug for a daughter, so one day she decided to do some experiments. She succeeded, but tragically her subject turned against her and murdered her and her customers. Some say, if you listen close, you can still hear the creature creeping around today… Lurking… Waiting for its next meal.”

Twilight’s eyes began to twitch fearfully, as every-pony knows she absolutely hates Ladybugs. Scooby Doo noticed the fear on Twilight’s face, taking deep breaths as her chest pumped.

“Rou rokay?” He asked.

“Sorry Scooby, let’s just say… I have a phobia of Ladybugs!” Twilight squeaks, as she walked. “I mean, the way they fly, the creepy spots, and not to mention when they land on your nose and…”

SQUISH! Twilight paused, wide eyed as she slowly looked down. That’s when she noticed her boot landed on something gooey.

“What the—”

Twilight knelt down to closely examine the goo, as Scooby bent down for a quick sniff.

“Rhat ris it?” He asked.

“I have no idea, but from the looks of it, this sure looks fascinating and… Ewww!”

“Rross!”

Suddenly, a soft growl was head as they both faced each other.

“Scooby, did you do that?” Twilight asked, curiously.

“Ruh-uh!” Scooby shook his head. “Rhat rasn’t re!”

Scooby turned then pointed at something at the back.

“Rikes! Ra radygug ronster!”

Twilight’s eyes widen as she slowly turns her head. Sure enough, it was a Ladybug Monster. Standing ten feet tall, with its lanky black body, its wings covered in goo, and its head the ugliest any person (Or dog) has ever seen. The monster roared loudly, which made Scooby and Twilight scream.

“LADYBUG MOOOOONNNNNSSSSTTTTTTTEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!" Twilight screamed, at the top of her lungs.

"RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!" Scooby screamed.

The two got up, running as fast as they could while the monster took chase. The creature’s mouth drooled with goo, hungry for its next meal. Determined, the beast spat a corrosive gunk toward her targets. Fortunately, Twilight quickly conjured a barrier to block the gunk, as it dropped onto the floor, and made a small hole due to the acidity.

“Rhen rould rhey do rat?” Scooby asked, dodging another spit.

“You want to stop and ask the scary monster?!” Twilight asked, sarcastically.

Soon, they reached a pair of large doors, immediately bursting inside and shut the doors behind them.

“Quick Scooby, we need to barricade the doors.”

Twilight and Scooby pick up various furniture and other objects, stacking them against the door. They did this for a minute, before they could finally catch their breath.

“Rink rhat rill rold?” Scooby asked, waving his paw like a fan.

“Hopefully long enough to find Flurry and get out of here,” Twilight answered.

She sat down on another chair for a minute when she heard a squeak. It startled her so much she leapt from the chair.

“What was that?”

Curious, Twilight checked under her seat and saw a certain frightened baby alicorn with her hooves covering her eyes, shuddering.

“FLURRY!!!”

Twilight’s heart pumped with joy, picking up her niece and wrapping her in a warm hug.

“Oh, thank goodness your safe… Don’t you ever run away from me again young lady… Oh, but I’m thankful that you’re safe.”

Scooby smiled, looking in awe as he found it quite cute. Reminding him of a bunch of puppies in a basket together.

“Row rhat’s rhat I rall raby-ritting, ree-hee-hee-hee-hee!” Scooby joked, with a giggle.

However, this was short-lived when they heard a banging noise. Scooby yelped and hid behind the girls, whimpering in fear.

“Ris rhere a ray rout?”

Twilight Sparkle looked around, finding no other doors or even windows.

“Unfortunately, no… We have to stop it, before…”

WHAM!!! Before she could finish, the Ladybug Monster burst through the doors, completely knocking over the barricade, and stalked across the room.

“Ri-ri-ri-ri-ri forgot rhey ro rhat,” Scooby shivered, fearfully.

“Yeah… So, did I…” Twilight admitted, embarrassed.

But knowing their lives was at stake, mostly concerned for Flurry Heart, Twilight Sparkle put her brave face on as she hands Flurry Heart to Scooby.

“Scooby take Flurry Heart outside. I’ll distract the MOOOOOOOOOONNNN!”

Twilight was interrupted when the monster grabbed her and slammed her into a wall.

“Ow… Want to play rough?!” Twilight growled, angrily. “Okay, have a taste of your own medicine!”

Twilight cast a beam of magic from her hand, which struck the monster knocking it toward the ground. The creature screeched angrily, spitting the acid gunk from its mouth toward Twilight. Fortunately, her magic barrier protected from taking damage from the acid… But that didn’t stop the monster, as she raked the barrier multiple times. Eventually, cracks began to form as the barrier was weakening.

“Roh no!” Scooby said, worried.

Suddenly, he bumps into a nearby shelf and noticed a jar of red chili peppers. An idea forms, not his usual ‘eating’ ideas, but a brilliant idea. Before the monster could destroy Twilight’s barrier, Scooby ran toward the monster and shoved the chili peppers into its mouth. Twilight look at Scooby in confusion.

“Scooby, what did you—”

Before Twilight could ask, the monster began to glow a bright red, as steam emerged from its mouth.

"RAAAAAAKKKKEEEE ROOOVVVVVVEEERRR!!!!" Scooby yelled.

Quickly, Twilight conjured another barrier to protect themselves as the monster screeched with pain and rage until…

BOOM!!!

The Ladybug Monster explodes, its green gunk spreading everywhere, the explosion leaving a tiny hole leading outside the café. Scooby Doo and Twilight Sparkle gave out a sigh of relief, as Shaggy and Fluttershy appeared after hearing the explosion. When they went in, they were quite surprised by the sight.

“Oh my!” Fluttershy gasped.

“Scooby! Twilight!” Shaggy called out, worried. “Like, are you two all right? What happened here?

“To answer those questions, one… Yes, we’re fine,” Twilight answered. “And two, me and Scooby were searching for Flurry when we were attacked by…”

“Rhe Rwilight Reater,” Scooby said.

“The Ladybug Monster…” Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Did you say, ‘The Twilight Eater’?”

“No, I said Ladybug Monster, just like you.”

But before she could ask further, Mr. Mondevarious appeared on the scene. He seemed both worried and shocked at the same time.

“My goodness!” He said, assessing the situation. “What happened here?”

“Actually, Mondervarious, I was about to ask you something,” Twilight demanded, looking him in the eyes. “Why did that monster attack me and Scooby?”

“What monster?”

She pointed at the monster, or at least what’s left of it, as Mondevarious looks at it before turning back to the others.

“Oh… That,” Mondevarious said, nervously. “That was supposed to be an animatronic, a very advanced model to interact with the guests… Give them some spooks, if you will.”

“Then, why did it attack our friends?” Fluttershy asked.

“Like, maybe somebody sabotaged the animatronic to stop us from solving this mystery,” Shaggy suggested, which everyone nodded in agreement.

“Quite possible, Mr. Rogers,” Mondevarious said.

Just then, Scooby pats him on the show to get his attention.

“Rhere ras this ran rearing a Rikki rostume, rho scared re and Rurry,” Scooby added, much to Mondevarious’ surprise.

“Really?” He asked, twirling his fingers. “Well, I’ll deal with him later.”

He then pulls out some coupons, handing them Twilight and Scooby.

“As a token of apologies, I’ve like to give these to you. Free coupons for one custom plushie and collar, just for tonight. Who knows? You might have some use for them later. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to some business.”

Mondevarious left to continue with his work, as Twilight and Scooby stared at each other as they walked outside with the others.

“Well, that was eventful,” Twilight sighed.

“Rour relling re,” Scooby agreed, then he got an idea. “Rey Rwilight, Ri rave romething rou right rike.”

“Really? What is it?”

Scooby began to whisper in Twilight’s ear, telling her his idea in secret. She smiled, as she faced the sleeping Flurry Heart, the poor dear having too much excitement for today. Twilight picks up Flurry Heart, rocking her to make sure she stays asleep.

“You know something, Scooby Doo? I think she would love that!”

The two laughed together, for now they had a very special surprise for little Flurry.

<>

2 Minutes Later…

Inside a disclosed area, Mondevarious held the guy in the Tikki costume by his neck. His expression was pure rage, for he didn’t like the news he just heard.

“What were you playing at?” He asked, pressing the man’s neck tightly.

“Like dude… You told me you wanted the pure ones!” He gasped, choking. “I thought I’d trap ‘em in the café… Seemed like a good idea at the time!”

Mondevarious hurled the man over the table, landing on impact painfully.

“I warned you to get rid of that experiment! Thanks to you, our cover was almost blown! Before I met you lot, I figured I could conquer the world by creating my own genetic army. Sadly, the first attempt was unsuccessful, they were pretty uncontrollable.

“Now, you listen to me, tell your kind to get that foal, including the dog. With the power of the alicorn in my grasp, I’ll conquer this world once and for all… And nobody will stop me!”

“Yes sir,” The man said.

The costumed figure ran to tell his brothers of their master’s world domination plans as he looked on, his eyes glowing a sinister green color.

<>

“And that’s how it happened,” Twilight said, finishing the story.

After hearing Twilight’s tale, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Shining Armor, Fluttershy, and Spike were freaked out, while Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Cadence, and Flurry Heart found it enjoyable.

“Well sis…” Shining muttered. “… That was eventful.”

“Did it scare you?” Twilight asked, cheekily.

Shining’s face turned red when she asked that question.

“What?! No, of course not!”

“Come on, you were sweating through the whole story,” Rainbow Dash teased.

“Sweatin’ like a hog on a summer day, I may add,” Applejack added.

“Okay, fine! It scared me,” Shining admitted. “Don’t rub it in.”

“I just feel bad for that poor ladybug,” Fluttershy said, sympathetically.

“Even if it tried to kill them?” Spike asked, raising an eyebrow.

“’Even’ when she tried to kill them.”

“Although, that does raise some very important life questions,” Pinkie Pie pondered. “Why do that song-and-dance with Cadence if you’re terrified of ladybugs?”

Cadence merely chuckled, as she found that question most amusing.

“Funny you should ask, Pinkie,” Cadence replied. “We sing that song, so the ladybugs won’t get us. A protection song, you may say.”

To demonstrate, Twilight and Cadence proceed to sing the song.

“Sunshine, sunshine, Ladybugs awake. Clap your hooves and do a little shake!”

The two began to laugh, as Flurry Heart giggled and laughed from watching the very funny dance.

“Scooby-Dooby-Doo!” She exclaimed, laughing again.

Just then, Twilight had an idea pop in her head.

“That’s it! I know what to call the story now,” Twilight said, happily. “I think we’ll call…”

SET BETWEEN ‘CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY’ AND ‘THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA’

Diamond Tiara has been living in the Cakes’ residence for only a few weeks, but the little filly couldn’t deny, without a doubt, she was happier than she had ever been. Ever since her parents, Filthy and Spoiled Rich, were banished from Ponyville, after a failed attempt to buy Sugar Cube Corner through some… Illegal business tactics, she decided not to go with them. Today, Diamond Tiara has been living with the Cakes, who’ve proven to be more family than her parents would ever be.

In the bathroom, Diamond Tiara was helping the Cake Twins through some potty training for their first time. Every pony knows such training is not the easiest task in the universe, especially around infants, but it can be done. Just as Diamond Tiara was getting the gist, Mr. and Mrs. Cake walk through the door to check on them.

“And how are they doing today, dear?” Mrs. Cake asked, smiling.

“They’re doing just great,” Diamond Tiara replied, happily. “These two are smart, they are just getting the basics. I think the rest should be a piece of cake.”

The twins squealed with happiness, as they clap their hooves together. Mr. and Mrs. Cake just smile, patting their tiny heads.

“We are so proud of you two,” Mrs. Cake said, happily.

“They sure have grown up,” Mr. Cake added. “Won’t be long before they are old enough to start school.”

DING! DING!

Just then, a bell is heard from downstairs, indicating the arrival of customers.

“Oh my, we better get downstairs,” Mrs. Cake suggests. “We can’t keep them waiting.”

“We sure can’t, dear,” Mr. Cake agreed.

It wasn’t long before the Cakes descended downstairs immediately, with Diamond Tiara and the twins following close behind. Downstairs, Pinkie Pie, along with her friends Applejack, Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Spike, and Cheese Sandwich were all gathered over two tables adjusted together. They gathered around hoping to start their new book, this time based on their meetings with a boy called Charlie and their adventure through a famous chocolate factory.

“Ah girls, Cheese!” Mr. Cake greeted. “What’s up?”

“Howdy, Mr. Cake,” Applejack replied, tipping her hat. “Just figured we drop on by and see how things are comin’ along.”

“Well, we’re doing great,” Mrs. Cake replied. “Diamond Tiara is getting along with our family, and these Wonka bars are selling by the pound! It’s just great to still be in Ponyville.”

“Same here,” Diamond Tiara added.

“Well, as long as no other pony has been scamming you out of business,” Twilight implied.

“Oh no, thank Celestia for that,” Mr. Cake chuckled. “Any who, are things coming along Pinkie Pie?”

Pinkie Pie immediately jumped towards Mr. Cake, answering the question while flailing her arms around and about.

“It’s been super-duper-awesomely-terrifically great!” Pinkie exclaimed, loudly. “We just got the whole story set up, from start to finish. Just need to add a couple pictures, add a style or two around here and there, and of course we absolutely cannot forget…”

“Oh no, no, no, dear,” Mrs. Cake interrupts. “He means the ‘other’ thing.”

Pinkie paused for a moment, then turns her eyes toward Cheese Sandwich, who waves casually at her.

“Ooh… Hee-hee, I knew that! Our relationship is just wonderful, thanks for asking.”

“You bet your sweet petunia it is,” Cheese said, wrapping an arm around Pinkie. “We’ve been doing lots of stuff since we declared each other’s special some pony. We’ve been ‘window’ shopping, looking for just the right one for the new house, grabbed a bite to eat, and now here we are, starting our next chapter of our lives… The book of course.”

“Wait a minute, don’t tell me,” Diamond Tiara smiled. “Is it the chocolate factory one.”

“You bet it is, D.T.,” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “Let me tell you: That was quite a trip.”

“We’re just getting to the bit where we meet Mr. Wonka himself,” Spike added, opening a Wonka Bar from the shelf.

“Ahem!” Mr. Cake cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow.

Diamond Tiara watched as Spike reached into his satchel bag, which he brought along for today, and dug out a gemstone he collected from one of his digs with Rarity.

“Keep the change,” Spike said, flipping over the gem.

Diamond Tiara giggles as Mr. Cake took the gem in his hooves, then takes out an eyeglass to closely examine the gem to make sure is real. She then turns back to the ponies.

“You know, I bet this Willy Wonka person is amazing and super cool.”

“You bet he is!” Pinkie exclaimed, extremely close to Diamond Tiara. “I mean he makes chocolate, cotton candy, and every treat in the candy making dictionary that you can’t possibly count! Some of which he personally invented himself!”

“You know, I can’t help but wonder,” Mrs. Cake spoke up. “How did he manage to be so famous in the first place?”

Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich’s ears began to twitch excitedly, not wanting to keep it in any longer. All at once, Cheese Sandwich wraps his arms around both Cakes and Diamond Tiara, which took them by surprise.

“Actually… We know ‘exactly’ how his life started!” Cheese exclaimed.

“Really?!” Diamond Tiara asked, wide eyed. “Can you tell us the story? Pleeeeeeaaaasssse?!?!”

“I don’t suppose we’d mind hearing this as well,” Mr. Cake said, as Mrs. Cake picked up the children. “Do tell.”

Pinkie and Cheese turn to their friends for approval, one by one they all nod their heads. Pinkie and Cheese then turn back to face the Cakes and Diamond Tiara, who made themselves comfortable.

“Very well then,” Pinkie said, clearing her throat. “Gather around every pony, fillies and gentlecolts, for Cheese and I are about to share with you a tale. The tale of how Willy Wonka’s chocolate career kicked off. Submitted for the approval of the ‘Deleted Scenes’, we call this story…”

‘THE FIRST WONKA BAR’

Our story begins in the most famous, most wonderful place in the entire world. A place so famous, in fact, it makes Big Ben pale in comparison to its grandeur. That would be Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, home to the most fantastic chocolates and marvelously tasting sweets known to mankind. It is here where our pony heroes (And Spike) ventured with five lucky ticket winners, where one of them would receive an extra prize beyond imagination as the tour of the most famous chocolate factory begins...

Actually, it's more like the ponies, Spike, and 'four' ticket winners seeing as how one of them got "stuck up".

*Pause* Get it? Because he got stuck in a pipe and couldn't get out?

Mate, your dragging the story to a crawl!

But everyone likes it when I tell jokes!

But you explained it, so the joke is ruined. Please get on with it!

Yes, please get on with it.

YES, GET ON WITH IT!!!

Wait, how did Wonka and Pinkie...?

GET ON WITH IT!!!!

Okay, okay!!! I'll continue the story... Sheesh, nobody laughs at my jokes.

Anyways, our story begins with our hero, Charlie Bucket, along with Grandpa Joe, the ticket winners, and their parents all waiting for Wonka’s boat to arrive and carry on with the tour. Also amongst the group are a certain group of ponies, a baby dragon, and a very special friend of one very special party pony.

“Now ladies and gentlemen,” Wonka announced, spreading his arms. “Boys and girls… And Ponies…”

“Ahem!” Spike cleared his throat.

“And yes, even dragons… We shall now continue our tour with a very special boat ride.”

The group were very excited after hearing this new piece of information. But none more excited than Charlie and Pinkie.

“Ooh! A boat ride!!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed. “I love a good boat tour!”

“Same here,” Charlie said excitedly. “I’ve never been on a boat ride before.”

“Well, guess every pony has their first time,” Cheese Sandwich shrugged, patting Charlie’s head.

“Let’s just hope the other kids won’t complain the whole time,” Rarity said, worried.

“I agree with ya Rarity,” Applejack nodded. “Those youngin’s are so noisy, my ears are in pain.”

RING! RING! RING! RING!

While the group were waiting, they heard a telephone ring. The others checked their pockets making sure it wasn’t their phones nor finding a phonebooth anywhere in the Chocolate Room. Mr. Wonka, however, merely took off his hat and pulls out a telephone before the group’s surprise.

“Hello?” Mr. Wonka answered.

For the next several seconds, Mr. Wonka listened curiously, nodding his head. Just then, his eyes went wide in shock.

“Really? How long will it take? Not too long? Oh, that’s okay. I’ll keep the guests entertained. Just sort it out, okay? Yes, good day, sir.”

Mr. Wonka proceeds to slip the phone back into his hat, as he slipped it over his head.

“Sorry everyone, there seems to be a slight delay in the tour.”

To say everyone was shocked was a huge understatement.

“What happened?” Mr. Salt asked. “Someone burgled your factory?”

“Don’t get any funny ideas,” Spike muttered, to himself.

“Oh no, nothing of the sort,” Wonka said, pausing a moment. “It seems one of the chocolate pipes burst in the tunnel. I’ve got a team fixing it right now… Since it’s broken for the time being, I’ll give you a fizzy sweet.”

Charlie raised his hand up immediately, ready to answer Wonka’s question. Wonka points toward Charlie.

“Is it because of Augustus Gloop?” Charlie asked.

Mr. Wonka beamed at the answer, though it felt more like a question. Nevertheless, he three Charlie a fizzy sweet, which he managed to catch between his hands.

“Good catch,” Mr. Wonka smiled.

It wasn’t long before he noticed Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich holding their hoofs up.

“Yes?”

“Well, you see, Mr. Wonka sir,” Pinkie Pie began. “Me and Cheese just wanted to know…”

Before Pinkie could finish, Cheese leapt on top of Pinkie Pie, which made her a wobble a bit.

“How did you start your chocolate making career?” He asked quickly.

Suffice to say, Mr. Wonka was taken aback by that question. No one ever asked him about his past before. It took a deep long thought before responding…

Actually, it only took a minute, but you get the gist.

“Well, I suppose I could tell you if you are all interested.”

“Oh yes please, please, please!” Pinkie begged.

“I’d like to hear it too,” Charlie added.

“So do I, Charlie Boy,” Grandpa Joe said, putting his hand on his grandson’s shoulder.

“Yes please,” The rest of the group said, in unison.

A big smile formed on Mr. Wonka’s face, as he slowly lowered his cane to the ground.

“Okay then, this sure will be a good way to pass the time,” Mr. Wonka said, ecstatically. “Now, could I have everyone sitting please?”

The group began to sit down, as Wonka took a seat on a giant mushroom.

“My story began during my teenage years when I was still in school. I was trying to figure out what my career ought to be. Then one day, it all became so clear to me…”

<>

YEARS AGO

Willy Wonka sat on his desk, writing along a piece of paper… Actually, writing was a problem as well… The pens never worked, neither did any of the school’s equipment: Broken lights flicked, chairs wobbled on loose legs, and not to mention the windows were dodgy. The list of everything wrong with the school would go on and on.

RING!!!

A small bell draws everyone’s attention.

“Alright class,” The teacher began. “Today, we are going to learn to do things cheaply and efficiently. To demonstrate, I’ve made a pair of teeth with cheap material.

The teacher, making sure everyone was paying attention, pulls out a pair of teeth that were… Rather unimpressive. They were tattered, broken, and just plain messy, as if it were made in under a day or so.

“As you can see, I’ve made these teeth out of all the old materials. Paper, plastic, leaves, lead…”

Just then, Mr. Wonka raised his hand, which the teacher took notice.

“Yes, what is it?” He asked sternly.

“Well sir,” Wonka spoke, nervously. “You see you mention putting lead in your teeth. I don’t think that’s a good idea because if you expose your mouth to enough lead, it’ll eventually lead to lead poisoning. That in turn leads to headaches amongst other things.”

Needless to say, the Teacher was not very pleased with Wonka’s choice of words.

“Son, come here,” He ordered, waving his finger.

Wonka complied, as he slowly rose from his chair. He began to walk towards the teacher, holding his breath tightly with a nervous expression.

“Who are you?” The teacher asked.

“Willy sir,” Wonka answered. “Willy Wonka.”

“Well, Mr. Willy Wonka, as you can see we do things cheaply. Everyone in this room does it cheaply because that’s how our country thrives. If you expect to make products out of expensive material you’d have to steal to make happen, then I’ll tell you young man that you are a complete and utter… SNOZZBERRY!!!”

SPLAT!!!

The teacher had picked up a cream pie and hurled it into Wonka’s face. The room went quiet, as all the students looked on in bewilderment. They didn’t know to be sad or angry, but as they can see young Willy Wonka’s life was utterly painful and embarrassing.

<>

In the very dark streets, Willy Wonka was walking back home from school after a humiliating day with his teacher.

“Why does this happen to me?!?!” He asked himself. “Do I really deserve a cream pie to the face? I would’ve settled with having my knuckles hit with a ruler.”

As he walked by, his eyes were drawn to several shop windows, with signs attached reading: ‘The World’s Cheapest Bike’, ‘Hot Dogs made of Soil’, and of course, ‘Song Books without Lyrics’.

Kind of defeats the purpose of having a song book with NO LYRICS TO SING!!!

*Clears throat* Any who, along the way, Wonka came by a stand run by a young blond-haired woman in her 30s. A grin formed on her face, as she held a tray with chocolate bars, standing next to a sigh which says, ‘Toffy Loffy’s Chocolate Bars: I make ‘em cheap, so you don’t have to!’ Wonka just groaned at the words but couldn’t help sharing interests with the samples on that tiny tray.

“Well… Guess there’s nothing wrong in trying one,” He said, to himself.

Wonka picks up a sample and slowly places it in his mouth, he chews for a while then swallows it. Suddenly, he received a feeling he never felt before, something new, something interesting, it was… Completely disgusting.

“Oh… What did I just eat?!”

Wonka’s face turned green as he ran towards a nearby bin, vomiting into it.

Like the time you took a bite from that cup; had to go to the hospital to get it checked.

Oh sure, tell the whole Fimfiction community why don’t you?

<>

A few minutes later, Willy Wonka managed to get back home. He approached the door, reaching for the spare key in his pocket. He soon unlocks the door and steps inside.

“What a day,” Wonka sighed.

As he enters through the house, he walks toward the living room with its pink walls, tiny television, and smooth medium size sofa. Wonka takes a seat when he accidentally knocks something off the side table. Eyes widening, he quickly picks it up and in his hands it’s an old family photo in a barely stable frame.

It showed Willy Wonka, at the age of five, his dad in a white coat and glasses with graying hair, and his mother, with blonde hair, a pink shirt, and blue pants. On her ring finger is a wedding ring, which resembled a rose. Willy looks at the photo with complete sadness.

“Why sweetie,” A female voice said, as a figure appears. “Didn’t realize you came home.”

The woman’s arrival took Willy by surprise.

“Oh… Hi mum.”

Willy Wonka kept looking at the photo, which concerned Willy’s mother. She takes a seat next to him, sitting quietly for a moment.

“What’s wrong, Willy?” She asked, gently. “Did something happen at school?”

“Well, after I explained to my teacher why lead teeth was a bad idea, I got a cream pie to the face,” He explained. “He also called me a Snozzberry… Whatever that means.”

Willy’s mom widened at the mention of the word ‘snozzberry’ which he soon took notice.

“What is it mom? Is it an insult?”

Unsure of what to say, his mother quickly leans toward her son and whispers into his ear… His eyes widen, realizing what that word actually means.

“Let’s not mention this again,” Wonka requested.

“Agreed,” She nodded, trying to forget. “Though I presume that’s not the only thing bothering you.”

Wonka merely nods in response.

“Ever since dad died, it’s been tough for both of us. Trying to find a job, while everyone treats me like I’m crazy. I mean dad was a dentist, a successful one. How can I live up to that?”

“Oh honey, I know it’s been hard,” His mom said, sympathetically. “But it gets better eventually.”

“But how? The whole world is… CHEAP! The folks around town don’t fix their roof, they’re feeding their dogs mud, and I’ll tell you if a cowgirl had a dog and someone fed the little tike mud she’d go ballistic!”

Oh, you bet I would

His mother gently grabbed his hands, drawing his attention.

“My boy, you just have one thing no one’s got,” She replied.

Willy Wonka tried to find the right words, but nothing came to mind.

“And that is?” He asked.

“Pure Imagination! No one can ever take that away from you. I’ve seen your drawings, you got what it means to be successful.”

To prove her point, his mother took out Wonka’s Sketch book, which she gives to Willy.

“You know what I do when I want things to come true?” She asked.

“I’m not sure,” Willy replied, shaking his head.

“Hold your break… Make a wish… Count to three,” She smiled. “Who knows? The next idea you come up with will solve all the world’s problems.”

Then his mother kissed him gently on the forehead, which Willy returns with a smile and hug.

“Anyways, I best get back to the kitchen,” His mother replied. “Them bangers and mash won’t get prepared by themselves, you know? I’ll call you in as soon as they’re done.”

“Sure thing, mum,” Wonka said.

As his mother left the room, he turns back toward his sketch book. Opening the book, he began to gaze upon the sketches he drew growing up. The one that got his attention was a certain room, of which one will find most familiar. But what he didn’t know was this:

That drawing was only the beginning…

The Weekend 3 pm

It was a Friday afternoon, Willy Wonka sat at the park with his sketch book in hand. For some time, he'd been sketching a pony filled with ducks swimming about, the family minding their own business. Since he was five years old, Willy Wonka was always fascinated with drawing. He could sketch just about anything that would peek his interests: Flowers, Lakes, just about anything he would find interesting. His studies his latest drawing, giving a close look at all the details he put into it.

"Okay," He said to himself. "I'll add some shading over there; maybe add a bit of black along the feathers. And~"

Suddenly, a figure accidentally bumps into the lad when he wasn't looking. The poor lad drops his notebook and pencils all along the ground.

"Oh, so sorry mate," The male figure said.

He knelt upon the ground, helping Wonka pick up the dropped items.

"So clumsy. I really should be looking where I'm going."

"It's quite all right, sir," Willy replied.

As he picked up his stuff, he had a good look at the lad who bumped into him. He wore a long brown trench coat over a red shirt, black slacks and matching business shoes. His scruffy hair nearly covered his blue eyes, a slightly big nose stuck out, and based on the face he appeared to be between 17 and 18 years old. They both stood up, as the stranger hands Wonka his stuff.

"Thank you for the help, mister...?"

"Wallace," The man replied. "And you are?"

"Willy," He answered, shaking his hand. "Willy Wonka."

Wallace's eyes widen with surprise, as if he hadn't heard the word 'Wonka' in such a long time.

"Wonka?!" He asked. "As in 'Doctor Joseph Wonka'? The dentist?"

"Yeah! That was my dad."

"Wow, I've always wanted to meet someone famous. Never thought I'd actually meet his son."

Wonka was at a loss for words, having never received this much attention from just anyone.

"So, what brings you here?" Wonka asked.

"Nothing much," Wallace replied. "Just passing through on the way to my father's office. Helping him out and stuff."

Wonka took interest the moment Wallace mentioned aiding his father.

"What does your Dad do?"

"All kinds of things. Coats, cars, business suits, you name it. Although, between you and me... We actually put effort into them."

"I hear you. Really hard to come by these days."

They both gave out a sigh, knowing they both knew how the world was: Cheap... Really cheap.

Kinda sad that it reflects the current world right now.

The boys stood silent for a moment, looking up to the sky as if expecting a miracle to happen. After a while, Wallace looked down and noticed one of Wonka's drawings in his sketch book.

"Nice drawing," He complimented.

"Um... Thanks," Wonka replied, turning toward Wallace. "Which drawing exactly?"

"The one with the weird looking room. And what's that I see? Is that... Chocolate?"

Wonka turned toward the drawing Wallace was referring to, before turning back to him.

"Well, mum did say I have pure imagination," He joked.

That got the two to laugh, as if it's the first one they've had in forever.

"Well, she's not wrong," Wallace replied.

Just then, an idea pops into his head as a smile forms upon Wallace's face.

"Say Wonka," Wallace spoke. "How would you feel about becoming a man of business?"

Wonka turned toward Wallace, both confused and bewildered by that very statement.

"Come again?"

Tip-Top Incorporated Office

Willy Wonka sat along one of twelve chairs in the meeting room, sitting on one side of an ever-long table. Sitting across the way is a man who appears to be between his late-twenties to early-thirties. He wore a black business suit, complete with a matching necktie, a pair of dark black shoes, and sunglasses. The nervous expression on Wonka’s face is most apparent.

“Wallace,” The man spoke, calmly. “Why did you bring this boy here?”

The boy in question, Wallace, stood from a chair beside the man.

“Well, I saw potential in him,” He replied. “Thought he might help us, father.”

The father’s expression, however, hardly changed and his eyes never leave from the nervous Wonka.

“Son, while I do appreciate you taking initiative,” The man spoke, toward Wallace. “We already have more than enough people working for me. How can this boy be any different?”

“Well, I did bring some proposals about making the world less cheap,” Wonka spoke.

Wallace’s father steps up from his seat, approaching Mr. Wonka.

“If that’s all right for me to share, sir…”

“Yes, yes, no sense beating about the bush,” The man replied sternly. “You understand getting into this business is not as easy as it seems. There are certain provisos and quid-pro-quos, you understand?”

“Of course, sir,” Wonka nodded, pulling out his sketchbook. “I thought I’d start with something simple I’ve been concocting.”

“Mr. Wonka, before you proceed, suppose I were to inspect that book of yours myself?”

Mr. Wonka looked straight into the eyes of the man before him, the head man in charge of ‘Tip Top Inc.’. Wonka thought for a moment, as if determining whether this would be a good idea or not. Ultimately, he presents the book to the boss.

“Here you are, sir,” He replied. “I do believe you’ll find some promising concepts.”

Wonka hands Wallace’s father the sketchbook, the man opens the cover to view all the sketches inside. He observes each page with a keen eye, turning each one after another, until his attention is drawn to a rather particular room that certain folk might recognize.

“Hmm… Not bad,” He said, turning another page. “I see what you are going for…”

The man turns to another page, this time of a raft of ducks in a pond. Another page displayed a city full of color, as if to symbolize a joyful occasion. A feeling he hadn’t seen in quite some time. Having seen enough, he closes the book and turns his attention back to Wonka.

“Young man, if I may speak to you for a moment,” He asked.

“Indeed you may,” Wonka replied.

The young man picks himself up from his seat, slowly walking towards the head of ‘Tip Top Inc.’. The man leads Wonka into his private office, as Wallace looked on. When the two were truly alone, they slowly approach the man’s desk.

“Mr. Wonka, I see potential in you,” He spoke, with a hint of optimism. “When you’re a man of business, such as I, you must seek employees who have that special skillset within themselves. To make absolutely certain that you can push them, guide them until they have reached their absolute potential.”

“I can’t argue on that logic, sir,” Willy agreed, twirling his thumbs.

“You see son, I’ve been seeking a new product to produce. The problem is: Nothing’s come up. My entire staff has run short on ideas to push our business back on top, and as you can understand, certain cuts had to be made and most of my staff have been demoted due to their inability to meet demands.”

Wonka thought for a moment, taking what the man said to heart. To come up with something new, even on a whim, can prove extraordinarily difficult for anyone. Then, all of a sudden, one idea pops into his head.

“What about candy?” He suggested.

“Candy?!”

Surprised, the boy and the boss turned back towards the door. The old man gestures for the boy to wait and steadily makes his way to the office door. He opens the door, where he soon spots his son, Wallace, having listened through the door with an empty glass on the other end and his ear pressed against the glass.

“Wallace…”

“Sorry father, I just couldn’t help but overhear and~” Wallace began.

“Just come in… Wallace.”

“Yes father.”

The young man quietly enters the office, as the man closes the office door and turns his attention back to Wonka.

“So as I was saying,” Wallace said. “Suppose Willy might be onto something. Sure, candy is not among the fanciest products in the world and there’s been a history of candy factories across the globe. But if Wonka is willing to suggest otherwise, perhaps it’s an idea worth listening to.”

The man carefully thought about the idea for a moment, as if picturing as to the benefit in the marketing of candy and the finances that customers would pay for it. A smile forms on his face as he considers the merit of this idea.

“I suppose that could work,” He spoke, turning to Wonka. “Here’s my offer, young man: If you agree to create the highest quality products you can imagine, I shall grant you full ownership of your products and prepare the legal documents for your own business. Do we have a deal?”

Wonka could not believe the offer that the man before him was granting. Not only could this offer more than enough money to support himself and his mother, but in agreeing to this proposal his products may help the good people seeking some joy in their lives. He takes a deep breath before making his final decision.

“It’s a deal, sir,” He agreed, shaking the man’s hand.

“Good lad,” The boss nodded. “Now then, is there anything that you boys are going to need?”

Wallace approaches his father, taking out a notepad and pen from his suit pocket.

“Well father, this project is going to acquire just a few things to get started…”

And from that moment forth, ladies and gentlemen, this is where the real juicy bits come into action.

Tip Top Incorporated Warehouse

Inside a giant warehouse, Wallace and Wonka stood in the dark with only one lightbulb for light. By now, Wallace and Willy had set up a laboratory with test tubes, filled with chemicals, powders, and other things. Wonka inspects one vial very closely.

“Banana,” He requests.

Wonka reaches out, as Wallace gives the fruit to him. Willy proceeds to peel it, cut the fruit into chunks, and carefully places each piece into the liquid.

“So, what are you trying to do?” Wallace asked, observing Wonka.

“I’m trying to develop a fizzy sweet with a banana flavor,” Wonka replied.

He proceeds to pour the mixture into an ice cube tray.

“With any luck, this mixture will harden and should be edible in about ten seconds, give or take.”

The mixture began to shake rapidly within the dry ice, as steam emerged. Willy and Wallace braced themselves, expecting an explosion. But thankfully, after ten seconds, that did not happen. The two sighs in relief as Wonka uses some ice tongs to carefully life the tray and places it onto the table.

“Is it safe?” Wallace asked.

“Let’s find out,” Wonka replied.

Wonka grabs a metal stick, attached to a monitor, as he sticks it into one of the fizzy sweets inside the ice cube try. A monitor beeps as it analyzed the contents of the sweet.

“Hmm… The reading seems normal,” Wonka remarked.

As he removed the metal stick and placed it onto the counter, he picks up one of the fizzy sweets.

“You’re not thinking of trying it, right?” Wallace asked nervously.

“I see nothing to be afraid of,” Wonka reassured, with a shrug. “The monitor readings showed that it’s normal. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen for trying it?”

Wonka then puts the candy into his mouth, feeling the fizzy taste of the banana making his taste buds dance upon his tongue.

“See? Nothing happened—”

POOF!

All of a sudden, Willy Wonka vanished in a puff of smoke. Wallace stares in bewilderment, as he did not expect his friend to disappear into thin air.

“Wonka?!” Wallace cried out, running across the building. “WONKA!!!!”

“So yeah, Wonka said he accidentally made a sweet that made him travel to other dimensions. He didn’t tell us which ones he went through, but—”

“WAIT!!!!!”

<>

“Did you say Wonka accidentally invent a fizzy sweet that sent him through dimensions?!” Diamond Tiara asked, in surprise.

Suffice to say, the whole group turned to her with confusion.

“Yes, I did,” Pinkie Pie said. “Why do you ask?”

“Seems some pony actually met him before,” Cheese assumed, sipping his milkshake.

Diamond Tiara scratched the back of her head, unsure of how to put it.

“Actually… That’s because I think I accidentally met him,” She muttered.

As soon as Diamond Tiara said this, Cheese spat out his entire milkshake… Through his nostrils. The entire group looked equally shocked at the revelation.

“YOU MET WONKA?!?!?!” The group cried.

“Like… What… How?!” Rainbow Dash asked bewildered.

“Now this is an unexpected turn for the deleted scenes,” Pinkie Pie remarked.

The others faced Pinkie Pie with confusion but shrugged it off. Mrs. Cake, having been overhearing the story, turns to Diamond Tiara.

“Sweetie, would you mind telling us what happened?” She asked politely.

“Now I’m so intrigued right now,” Twilight added.

“Us too!” Rarity remarked.

Diamond Tiara took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Her eyes turn to every pony around her, which she had to admit made her nervous. After clearing her throat, she begins to tell her little tale.

“Well you see, it all began in my bedroom. I had helped my parents trying to put Sugarcube Corner out of business… I was so upset that day; I didn’t know what to do…”

<>

A few weeks ago…

Diamond Tiara laid on her bed, crying. Just a moment ago, she was forced to help her parents put the Cake’s shop out of service. Her heart was filled to the brim with guilt and shame, she truly wanted no part of this. But her parents didn’t give her much choice in the matter and now here she was: Trapped in her own household. She spent the next few minutes or so crying in her bedroom, clutching her pillow close to her body.

“Why did I have to ruin the Cake’s lives?” Diamond sobbed. “I didn’t want to do it… I didn’t…”

Suddenly, a loud thump in her room startled Diamond out of her guilt.

“What was that?”

Slowly, Diamond Tiara crawled from atop the bed towards the source of the sound and made a remarkable discovery. Oddly enough, a figure LAID in her room, but she had no idea what it was. It seemed too large to be a pony, no such features to spot, and it appeared to be wearing clothes. Suddenly, the figure stirs and groans as it slowly got up.

“Okay… Did not expect that,” Wonka muttered. “Never thought I invent a sweet with the ability to teleport me to…”

As he turned around, he spots a small pink pony with a tiara on top of her head. The two stared at each other in awkward silence, neither knowing what to say.

“Uh… Hello?” Wonka spoke awkwardly.

Diamond Tiara merely screamed at the top of her lungs before Wonka folded her mouth with his hands so nobody could hear.

“Hey! Hey! Hey, kid listen!” Wonka spoke. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Wonka slowly removed his hand from her mouth, pulling out his pockets.

“See? No weapons. I’m completely harmless. Can you tell me where I am?”

Diamond Tiara eventually calmed down, as she gazed upon the mysterious creature.

“You’re in Ponyville,” She replied, hopping off the bed. “And you’re in the land of Equestria. What are you supposed to be?”

“I am a human from planet Earth, England specifically,” Wonka answered. “I’m currently making candy for…”

Suddenly, Diamond Tiara burst into tears and cried on the floor. Wonka looked down on her sadly, as he leaned down and stroke Diamond’s mane.

“Gee, I guess kids really don’t like candy,” He muttered.

“No, it’s not that,” Diamond Tiara muttered, looking up. “I did something… terrible.”

“Like what?”

“My family forced to me have the Cake family kicked out of Ponyville!”

Wonka did not know how to take this information. But he remained calm, as he took a seat next to her.

“What’s wrong with this Cake Family?” He asked. “Aren’t they nice?”

“Of course they are!” Diamond Tiara replied, wiping her tears. “They’re the nicest family you could ever meet. They run the most amazing bakery in the world, with the most delicious sweets you’ve ever tasted!!”

Wonka listened on and was quite surprised over what he heard. A little filly ruining a family’s livelihood… Now that didn’t sound right. Despite this, he still felt there was one important question to ask.

“Why are you doing this at all?” Wonka asked, sympathetically. “It’s clear you’re a good kid; you don’t actually want to do this. So, what’s making you?”

Diamond Tiara remained quiet for a moment until she was comfortable to trust this stranger with the truth.

“My parents want to buy Sugarcube Corner!” She explained. “But the only way they can is if the business is failing. So, they forced me to tell them lies about their sweets getting too old and unoriginal. Within the next few weeks, the business was failing and they’re planning to buy the store once my parents convince the Cakes to sell.”

“Why those dirty crooks!!!” Wonka said angrily. “I can’t imagine someone using a child to exploit for profits. That just makes me sick! Why would a nice girl like you stick around with such rubbish?”

“Because… Because…”

Diamond Tiara wasn’t sure what to say next, until she took a deep breath.

“Because they’re my family… The only ones I have.”

Diamond Tiara began to cry softly, feeling the guilt of every horrible decision in her entire life. Wonka reached over to hug her, doing his best to comfort the pony. She looked toward Wonka’s face, seeing a small smile form.

“Tell me something little one, do you know what a family is?” He asked.

The question was quiet yet loving, almost welcoming. But Diamond Tiara merely shook her head.

“No…” Diamond Tiara looked down. “No, I don’t.”

Wonka lifted Diamond’s chin with one hand, gently lifting her face to look at him as he stroked her mane with the other hand.

“Well, I can you tell all about what a loving family means,” He replied happily. “Better still, I can sing it to you.”

Then the lights began to glow, as Diamond Tiara felt the warmness as if experiencing a symbolic gesture of how someone feels to be welcomed into their home to smiling faces.

Diamond Tiara felt something she hadn’t felt in all her years… Love. Not spite, not hatred… Just love and compassion.

The two turned toward the sun out the window, both smiling as the leaves from the trees flew into the open window. They flew around in a circle, almost as if they were dancing to the melody.

The two hug each other with a warm, loving embrace. Diamond Tiara smiles at Wonka, having never felt so happy in all her life. But then, she noticed something rather odd: Wonka appeared to be transparent.

“Mister, are you fading?” She asked, surprised.

Wonka looks over himself, noticing he was slowly fading away.

“Oh dear! The sweet’s effects are wearing off,” He said, standing up with a smile. “Before I go, little one: There is one bit of advice I must share with you.”

“What is it?”

“If you ever want a wish to come true, you need only do three things: Hold your breath, make a wish, count to three…”

Diamond Tiara smiled, with tears of joy in her eyes.

“Thank you… For everything!” She said happily.

“It’s been a pleasure, little one,” He replied, his voice becoming an echo. “I know you will do the right thing… Goodbye!”

And just like that, Willy Wonka vanished into thin air again leaving Diamond Tiara all alone. Only this time, her heart was full of happiness and bravery. For now she knew what to do now and she did as she was told. She held her breath, made a wish, and counted three… For now she was going to do the right thing.

(Sobbing) Wow… That was so sad!

And so happy at the same time! How messed up is that? (Sobbing harder)

<>

“And that’s how it happened,” Diamond Tiara concluded the story.

The entire group in the shop had a wide range of emotions: Shock, happy, sad, amazement… All at the same time. Some of the ponies had tears in their eyes, while others only smiled.

“Wow, that was so lovely,” Rarity sobbed, blowing her nose in a tissue.

“To think, Mr. Wonka actually helped us,” Mr. Cake said, in amazement.

“And we didn’t know about it,” Spike added.

“I guess we owe him some thanks for that,” Rainbow Dash replied, sipping her smoothie.

“I hafta agree with you there, sugar cube,” Applejack agreed.

“Same here,” Fluttershy smiled.

Twilight Sparkle stared out the window, where the sun was shining at its highest peak.

“I guess miracles do happen sometimes,” She said happily.

Eventually Twilight faced the others, as Diamond Tiara gently tapped Pinkie’s hoof to get her attention.

“Pinkie, can you and Cheese please continue the story?” She asked nicely.

Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich faced each other, with a happy grin on their faces.

“Okie-doki-loki!” Pinkie replied, bouncing in her seat.

“Let’s see, where were we?” Cheese Sandwich thought, realizing. “Oh yes, we were right back at the warehouse…”

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Wallace paced around the hallway, not knowing what to do. Just a moment ago he saw Wonka vanish into thin air and he had no clear where he could be. To say he was slightly panicking was a major understatement.

“Oh man, oh man!” Wallace paced around the room. “How am I gonna…”

SLAM!!!

Just then, Wallace heard something fall into the room. His instincts kicked in and he rushed towards the source. By some miracle, he found Willy Wonka laying on the ground.

“WONKA!!!” Wallace cried.

He helps his friend back on his feet.

“Are you okay, buddy?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine,” He reassured, brushing himself off. “Just a bit bang up, that’s all.”

“You vanished into thin air!!! Where were you?”

“Let’s say I found a new friend and helped her out… I’ll tell you later.”

The two approach the lab table to continue their candy-making project.

“Note to self,” Wonka concluded, picking up some containers. “The fizzy sweets will need a few more tests before they are safe to eat.”

“Agreed!” Wallace replied, pushing the sweets aside. “I’ll tell yah, you scared the cocoa beans out of me.”

Just then, Wonka put everything on hold and turned back toward Wallace.

“Say, do we have any cocoa beans?” He asked curiously.

“Yeah, there are some in the back,” Wallace replied, pointing to a pile of sacks. “Why do you ask?”

As Wonka approached one of the backs, digging his hands till they were full of the cold dark beans, he turns toward Wallace.

“Because my dear friend, I have an idea!”