ENDING A (HERO):

“Sure!” you reply. There’s nothing wrong with going on a date to see if the two of you are compatible. She’s cute, and who knows, you might just be the soulmate she’s been searching for.

She squeals in joy, then kisses you again. “Oh! I’ve got to go get ready! I’ll see you at 7:00! Come pick me up, and don’t be late!”

ENDING A (CHAOS):

All eyes turn to Plumsweet, who gulps nervously. “So, funny story, looks like we have a tie. Which means it falls to me to decide the winner.” She looks toward the audience. “Oh my gosh! Is that Rainbow Dash? Look at that style! That grace! Why, I think it’s fair to let a celebrity come up here and make the final call.”

The camera pans away from Plumsweet toward where she’s looking. By the time the time everyone realizes they’ve been duped, there’s a Plumsweet-shaped cloud of dust where the mare had been standing, and a Plumsweet-shaped hole in the studio’s wall.

ENDING B (VILLAIN):

The engine doesn’t run, but unlike the rest of the car, it’s not beyond saving. She doesn’t need an engine lift to pull the motor from the car. Her magic is strong enough to do the job.

Parts that aren’t metal are in good shape. The crushed velour seats are comfortable, and she has no problems saving them to put in another car someday. The lighting fixtures are still intact, and she pulls them off the car. Assorted bits and bobs get stacked in a corner as the car is stripped of anything useful.

The car isn’t going to need any of those parts, not where it’s going.

She sighs as a flatbed truck shows up to take the car to the scrapheap. She’s wasted a lot of money on that clunker, but she’s learned a valuable lesson in the process: you can’t save all of them.

A month later she’s at the county fair. Her old Lincoln is there, parked alongside four other decrepit vehicles.

“Here comes Grave Digger!”

The crowd cheers as the monster truck enters the dirt track. Lulu adds her own voice to the cacophony as Grave Digger wheelies across the track, slamming into the first of the junk cars. The Lincoln doesn’t stand a chance, as the five-ton monster truck slams down on top of it, flattening it.

ENDING C (CHAOS):

“Care-A-Lot. Shooting rainbow laser beams out of their stomachs won’t save those loathsome sky-bears this time.”

The lava demons cheer as they leave.