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Issue 32
November 1999
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Turkey Time Again
by Sugarberry
"Um... Sugarberry?"
"What is it, Chocolate Chip?" queried Sugarberry as she flipped the last pancake
onto the plate. She and Chocolate Chip were preparing for a leisurely breakfast on this crisp
Saturday morning with no job or classes to call them away from their home.
"There are some really big birds out under the bird feeder," Chocolate Chip
stated.
Curiously, Sugarberry peaked out the window over Chocolate Chip's shoulder.
"Oh, my! They are big, aren't they?"
One of the birds, bronze and rotund, noticed the movement of the ponies in the
window and raised his naked head high, his piercing eye honing in on Sugarberry and Chocolate
Chip.
Sugarberry gasped. "Why, it's Rex! And Nestor!" She clapped her front hooves
together joyously as she had seen Tabby do hundreds of times. "That means it's almost
Thanksgiving!"
Slipping off her apron, Sugarberry rushed out the back door to where the turkeys
and their brood were clustered. "Rex! Nestor! Welcome back to Dream Valley!"
Rex's tail feathers rose up, spreading into a regal fan shape. "Hi, Sugarberry. It's good to
be back."
His mate joined in. "Yes, Sugarberry, we look forward to our annual visit to
Ponyland." Rex and Nestor came from beyond the rainbow, but were of a special breed of turkey
gifted with being able to talk. Their family came to take haven in Ponyland every
Thanksgiving.
Chocolate Chip, who had followed Sugarberry, was looking in awe at the
impressive feathered creatures before her. Sugarberry motioned her forward. "This is Chocolate
Chip, a college pony at Pony Pride University. Chocolate Chip, these are friends of ours from
across the rainbow-- Nestor, Rex, and family."
"Pleased to meet you," grinned Chocolate Chip, feeling rather foolish to be talking
to a turkey.
"Friendly the Bushwoolie adopted the turkeys several years ago when their lives
were endangered by the Thanksgiving dinner tradition, and they've been returning each year since
in search of a safe haven," Sugarberry explained.
Through this introduction, Nestor had been nervously looking about the yard, her
sharp eyes searching worriedly for something.
Sugarberry looked questioningly at Rex. "Is something wrong?" she asked, only
now sensing a certain aura of uneasiness about the turkey's manner.
Nestor glanced quickly at Rex, and then responded, "One of our chicks was
missing when we woke up this morning."
"We roosted in the big maple tree in your yard," supplied Rex.
"And Little Turk was gone from the branch next to us when we woke up. We
thought he had just gone exploring, but he hasn't come back yet." Nestor's eyes once more
swept the fringe of bushes edging Sugarberry's property.
Putting a wing across Nestor's back, Rex tried to comfort his distraught mate. "He
probably ran into Friendly, or came across a scene to sketch," he consoled. "Little Turk has an
artistic talent," explained Rex aside to Sugarberry and Chocolate Chip.
"But he never has stayed away this long," fretted Nestor, worrying as only a
mother can.
"Well, we really should gather up a search party, just to be on the safe side,"
suggested Sugarberry. "Chocolate Chip, you and the turkeys help yourself to the pancake
breakfast while I make some phone calls."
Please, Tabby, don't be asleep, thought Sugarberry as she dialed Tabby's
number. But, to Sugarberry's relief, the phone was answered on the second ring.
"Tabby, it's me, Sugarberry."
"Your grammar is slipping, Sug. You should say, ‘It's I.' Miss Hackney made me
write that five hundred times when I failed that one English test, remember? I'll never..."
"Tabby!" interrupted Sugarberry. "This is serious! Rex and Nestor and family are
here!"
"The talking turkeys? And messing up your yard, eh?"
"Actually, they are in the kitchen right now having breakfast with Chocolate Chip.
But that's beside the point. One of their chicks is missing and we need to get together a search
party."
"A missing turkey? For Pete's sake! You expect me to beat the bushes for a
missing turkey?"
"Yes, and call Thomas for help, too. He will do anything for you," bribed
Sugarberry. "I've got to call some more ponies, so just meet at my house. See ya!"
Sugarberry hung up before Tabby could come up with an excuse not to help, and
dialed Vanguard's number.
Before Vanguard could even say hello, Sugarberry dove in to her request. "One of
the babies is lost and we need a search party. Go by the dorms and get as many ponies as you
can, okay? Meet at my house."
Ready for any emergency, Vanguard took it in stride. If it was this important to
Sugarberry, he'd give it his all. "I'm out the door now," Sugarberry heard over the line, and she
sighed in satisfaction. Now Vanguard could take over the search operation.
After calling Quarterback and Tex, Sugarberry made one more call to the
Bushwoolie holes and alerted the energetic bundles of fur about the emergency. They would
begin a search from their place, and head toward Sugarberry's house.
Sugarberry returned to the kitchen where Chocolate Chip and the turkeys had been
joined by Tabby. Thomas soon appeared at the door and made the acquaintances of the feathered
family and learned of their connection to Ponyland. Tamara slunk in looking recently awakened
and rather skeptical of the entire situation. After gulping down a cold pancake and a not-so-cold
cup of coffee, Sugarberry suggested that they wait for the rest of the search party outside.
Everyone arrived at the same time, Vanguard bringing a group of ten college
ponies he'd commandeered from their respective dorms-- Prime, Current, Gene, Flowerburst,
Vector, Digger, Dainty, Cosmic, and Sparky. Quarterback and Tex seemed to have met-up
somewhere along the way, and were heatedly discussing the odds of tomorrow's football game
being a complete victory for the green and gold. Seeing Tamara, however, Tex abandoned
football for the pony of his dreams. Tamara, for her part, frantically tried to comb the tangles out
of her mane with her hoof.
"Don't worry," Tabby said absentmindedly. "Love's blind, remember?"
"Who's missing?" queried Vanguard as he approached Sugarberry. "Not one of
the newborns, I hope?"
"You didn't even find out who you were looking for before you gathered everyone
up?" Tabby said, horrified. "Love is blind, isn't it?"
"Well, not exactly one of the newborns," confessed Sugarberry. "It's one of Rex
and Nestor's little ones." She extended her foreleg to where the worried parents stood,
surrounded by the eight other chicks from this years brood.
Vanguard's eyebrows rose. "We are searching for a baby turkey?"
"Don't be so blind next time," Tabby suggested. "This is what it gets you."
"It's Little Turk," continued Sugarberry, quickly explaining the plight of these
sojourners in the safety of Ponyland.
"Well, a baby is a baby no matter whom he belongs to," philosophized
Vanguard.
"Which means this turkey is still a brat," Tabby muttered under her breath.
"Let's break up into groups, and spread out in all directions from Sugarberry's
house," Vanguard continued. "Tamara, you stay here to coordinate the group's efforts. And
Nestor, you stay with Tamara in case Little Turk finds his own way back." Vanguard's heart was
softened as a giant tear dropped from Nestor's eye into the fallen leaves on the ground. "If not,
we will find the little one for you and bring him safely here."
Thomas, Tex, Quarterback, and Vanguard each headed a group of ponies that went
out north, south, east, and west of Sugarberry's house. They spread out to cover as much area as
possible.
"All these fallen leaves are going to complicate matters," worried Vanguard as his
group started out. "Little Turk could easily be hidden by them if he decided to sit and rest."
Sugarberry shook her head. "We've got to find him, for Nestor's sake as well as
his own." She grimly thought of Nestor's sad face.
Rex's sharp eyes spanned left and right, up and down, constantly checking for any
sign of his young son.
Cosmic and Digger, the other two members of Vanguard's group, took their quest
seriously, and silently and carefully searched the landscape. Cosmic heard a rustle behind a fence,
but it was only a wild rabbit scampering towards home.
"I wonder if anyone else is having better luck than us?" Sugarberry queried.
* * *
Meanwhile, in the backyard of the Falling Leaves family, Baby Falling Leaves
stood guard at the opening of an enclosure made of heaps of orange, yellow, red, and brown
leaves that had dropped from the canopy of tall maples, oaks, and poplars in her parents'
backyard. "Now, you stay put while I got eat my cookies and milk," the autumn-colored baby
pony commanded.
As Baby Falling Leaves turned towards the house, the object of her attention let
out a serious of noises that sounded strangely like gobbles. The missing chick was imprisoned in
a leaf-strewn jail, fettered to a poplar tree with a jump rope.
Little Turk's irate turkey talk went unheeded as Baby Falling Leaves disappeared
into the house. Frustrated, Little Turk dropped to the ground. But letteing his anger fuel his
energy, he used his beak to loosen the knot that held him prisoner. His efforts got him
nowhere.
Next, he walked to the extent the jump rope allowed him and tried pulling as hard
as he could but only succeeded in cutting the rope into his leg. He strained against his
confinement one more time, then sank exhaustedly into the dried leaves. He laid his head against
his back, and sighed deeply. "If only I hadn't tried to find that beautiful tree I'd seen," he said to
himself.
He thought back to daybreak when he had been roosting by his mom on the branch
of the maple. The first morning light had struck the orange and yellow leaves of a huge tree far in
the distance, backed by the intense stark shapes of some equally tall evergreens. He had fluttered
down from the branch and trekked off in the direction of the forest.
From deep in his thoughts, Little Turk shuddered. His life until now had always
been easy and carefree. He'd never understood the worrying his parents did over him and his
siblings. But now he understood. There was evil in the world.
Little Turk had walked and walked, always keeping the giant tree in sight, but it
never seemed to get any closer. When he realized that he had gone quite a long distance away
from the roosting tree, he was hopelessly lost. It was then that evil had struck.
The caramel-colored baby pegasus had appeared seemingly from nowhere. Little
Turk realized, looking back, that his guard was down at that moment, trying as he was to get his
bearings on which way to get to his family. If his mind had been concentrating on any signals of
danger, he would have seen the baby pony long before the pony would have been a
problem.
But as it was, the baby pony had taken Little Turk by surprise, and scooped him up
before he knew what was happening. Little Turk had struggled to escape, but the sharp little
hooves had pressed hard into his wings and body until he felt he would burst. He had stopped
struggling only to prevent damage to his wings or legs; that would have been a serious problem.
He rationalized that if he couldn't escape by physical means, maybe he could eventually outsmart
the baby pony and make his get-away.
Little Turk, exhausted by his struggling and his anguish, soon closed his eyes and
fell fast asleep.
* * *
"This way! This way!" urged Friendly, the helpful blue Bushwoolie.
"Yeah, yeah, gotta be this way!" assented Cheery in a not-too-cheery tone of
voice. He was worried about the lost turkey.
Eager and Wishful added their agreement. "Yeah! Yeah! This way, yeah!"
"Find turkey, yeah! This way!" chimed in Chumster and Hugster.
"Listen, yeah," said Friendly, cocking his head to catch every sound. "Someone
talking, yeah."
"Yeah! Someone talking, yeah, yeah!" the other Bushwoolies agreed. They all
listened carefully, and heard a baby pony's voice saying, "Wake up, you silly little thing."
The Bushwoolies headed in the direction of the voice, but mainly succeeded in
bumping into one another. However, as they got closer, Friendly held up his hand, signaling for
the others to stop. This caused a pile-up of Bushwoolies as the other four behind Eager didn't
stop walking when he did.
After straightening themselves up again, the Bushwoolies could tell that the voice
was coming from behind a wall of leaves. The Bushwoolies strained to hear what was going on.
They heard the baby pony say to someone unseen, "Me want your feather!" This was followed by
the violent rustling of leaves and a feverish "gobble-gobble".
"Little turkey with baby pony, yeah, yeah!" exclaimed Eager.
"Yeah, yeah!" added Hugster in a panic. "Baby pony hurt turkey, yeah!"
"Yeah, yeah, hurt! What we do?" asked a distraught Wishful.
"That way! This way! Yeah, that way!" Pandemonium broke out then between
the six Bushwoolies, and each one started running around in circles in opposite directions. After
most of them had been knocked down on the ground, they became aware of more voices behind
them. They sat up to see a group of ponies obviously searching through the underbrush for the
little turkey.
Once again, confusion broke out as all six of the Bushwoolies made a mad
scramble towards the ponies. They ended up in a disarranged heap at Tabby's hooves.
"Oh, dear," was all Tabby said as she stared down at the furry mass.
Friendly immediately started spouting off information. "Baby pony hurt baby
turkey, yeah, yeah!" He spread his arms wide in alarm.
"Yeah, feathers, yeah!" the other five echoed.
"I should have known it was a baby pony," Tabby said, shaking her head. "Now,
it's not like I'm making a big deal out of this turkey scenario, but-- WHERE IS THE BRAT, SO I
CAN GIVE HER A PIECE OF MY MIND, HUH?"
Thomas restrained Tabby as he questioned Friendly. "Did you see Little Turk?
Who is the baby pony?"
Friendly only shook his head. "Didn't see, only heard, yeah, yeah." He pointed to
the wall of leaves in the distance.
Tabby stormed off in that direction, with Thomas, Vector, Dainty, and the
Bushwoolies following. From the area of confinement came the unmistakable sound of baby
turkey gobbles.
* * *
Little Turk had slept peacefully, considering the predicament he was in. He was
dreaming of jousting with his brothers when he realized that someone or something was poking
him with a stick. "Wake up, you silly little thing."
Little Turk raised his head and jumped to his feet, running several feet before his
fetters stopped him in his tracks. Reality rushed back to him.
"Me want your feather," explained Baby Falling Leaves as she approached Little
Turk and plucked a tail feather from him.
"Gobble, gobble."
"Me want to be Indian," explained Baby Falling Leaves as she worked the turkey
feather into her own tail. "Need another," she continued as she grabbed a second feather from his
once proud tail.
"All right, creep, I've been informed that you're the one performing various acts of
injustice?" Baby Falling Leaves stood, stunned, as Tabby posed menacingly before her. The last
stolen feather was still clutched in the baby pony's hoof.
Following Tabby came the others, the Bushwoolies babbling amongst themselves.
"Baby pony, feathers, yeah. Yeah, bad. Hurt turkey. Yeah. Poor baby turkey. Yeah, poor,
poor baby turkey."
Baby Falling Leaves took a step backwards. "MOMMY!" she shrieked.
Tabby marched up to the bewildered baby pony. "As I was saying, it's apparent
that you're the one responsible for the senseless concern over this lost turkey, and the possibility
that I may miss today's new Pokèmon episode. What have you to say for yourself?"
"I... I caught him," Baby Falling Leaves stuttered. She took another step
backwards, and fell into the pile of leaves.
Tabby continued on. "Yes, we already realized that. However, the fact of the
matter is... the fact of the matter is..." She paused. "Beyond this senseless disturbance in my day,
the fact of the matter is..."
Thomas moved past Tabby and extended a hoof to Baby Falling Leaves to help her
to stand. "There, little lady. Now run get your mom and dad while we check over your
prisoner."
Baby Falling Leaves gratefully scampered away from her playtime gone bad, and
had no sooner reached the door when her parents emerged from the house.
"Darling, what's all the fuss about out here?" They eyed the yard full of ponies and
Bushwoolies with alarm.
"Me not know," declared Baby Falling Leaves. "Me scared," she added as she
ducked behind her dad's protective bulk.
"She sounds just like a Furby," Tabby said thoughtfully as she and Thomas
inspected Little Turk. Feeling much more confident now that friendly troops had arrived, he was
strutting back and forth as much as his fetter allowed, boldly flaunting his fan tail with all the pride
he could muster. The ponies had to smile, for a young turkey's tail doesn't amount to much,
especially with the gaps incurred from Baby Falling Leaves snitching of the feathers.
"Well, young fellow," greeted Thomas as he reached down to untie the rope from
around the turkey's legs, "your parents are going to be glad to see you again."
Once free, Little Turk spread out his wings and flapped them several times before
settling his feathers neatly in place. He gobbled a grateful response.
Dainty and Friendly had explained the situation to Mommy and Daddy Falling
Leaves who, in turn, had suggested to Baby Falling Leaves that she better have a good
explanation. They now approached Tabby and Thomas, who were accompanying Little Turk
from the leafy enclosure under the trees.
"Sorry to bother you, but this little guy is sorely missed by his family," Thomas
began.
"Not to mention simply ‘sore'," Tabby added., referring to his abrased ankle where
the rope had rubbed. She scowled at Baby Falling Leaves who was peering apprehensively from
between her parents.
"Baby Falling Leaves," her father asked, "why did you tie-up and take feathers
from Little Turk?"
Baby Falling Leaves hung her head. "It be fun," she said miserably. "But it no fun
no more."
"Don't you think you should apologize?"
The baby pony looked up to see Little Turk preening as he waited; he caught her
stare, and lifted his head high, his bright eyes fixed intently on Baby Falling Leaves. Somehow,
she didn't seem so ominous to him now that he was surrounded by allies.
"Me sorry, Li'l Turk," sputtered Baby Falling Leaves.
"Gobble, gobble," came the reply.
"Maybe a hug would be appropriate," suggested Mommy Falling Leaves as she
nudged her daughter closer to the turkey.
But the arrival of Vanguard and Sugarberry's group of searchers interrupted the
peace-making. Rex was radiant with joy to see his son, safe if not a bit tattered. It was a happy
reunion.
"Happy ending, yeah, yeah," commented Friendly.
"Very, yeah," added Eager.
"Yeah, yeah!" chorused Chumster and Hugster.
"This is what I like to see," sighed Sugarberry. "Everything turns out in the
end."
"But remember, none of this would have happened if it hadn't been for this
obnoxious baby pony here," Tabby reminded.
"Why did you go so far away from your folks?" Vanguard asked of Little
Turk.
Little Turk spilled out the story of his search for the perfect autumn tree.
"Sounds like you were heading for that giant maple tree at the edge of the Dark
Forest," figured Vector.
"Which means Baby Falling Leaves might have done you a favor," continued
Vanguard. "The Dark Forest has more than its share of evil."
"Ha! You haven't seen half the evil of the Dark Forest that I have," Tabby said
loftily.
Sugarberry shuddered to think of what might have happened if Little Turk had
succeeded in reaching his goal.
"I'm just glad that we've gotten Little Turk back," Rex said. "And I want to thank
everyone who helped regain him. But right now, I'd like to get him back to his mother so she can
stop worrying.
"Oh, yes!" agreed Sugarberry. "We must hurry home."
On the way back to Sugarberry's house, the group met up with Quarterback and
Tex and their scouts, so it was quite a gathering that presented Little Turk to Nestor, who, with
tears of relief and gratitude, engulfed her son in a motherly bear hug.
"Aw, isn't that sweet!" sniffed Chocolate Chip. She thought of her own mom and
dad back in Neighberry, and wondered if they ever missed her at all.
Quarterback broke the sentimental journey with a more personal concern. "I
haven't had breakfast yet, and it's nearly noon!"
"Me hungry, yeah, yeah," agreed a chorus of Bushwoolie voices.
"Tabby, what are we going to do?" worried Sugarberry. "I don't have enough
food for everyone!"
"Eh, you expect me to help with food? This was your party, Sug!" came Tabby's
unconcerned reply from her perch on the porch railing next to several of Nestor and Rex's chicks.
"They are rather cute, don't you think?"
It was Tex who saved the say. "Everyone's invited to the salsa shop for brunch!
It's on me!" Everyone cheered, excluding Tabby. "I could use some help in the kitchen, though,"
he added quickly.
Sugarberry, Vanguard, Flowerburst, and Sparky readily volunteered their culinary
assistance, and the merry crew paraded down the street toward Tex's Salsa Shop.
"Not the leisurely Saturday we planned on, is it?" Sugarberry whispered to
Chocolate Chip when the opportunity arose.
"Not a bit," replied Chocolate Chip. "It's a whole lot better!"
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The Evil Dragon
Part Six
by Princess of the Stars a.k.a. Starr a.k.a. Marissa
When the ponies had been running for about half an hour, the creature who was
leading them to safety stopped. "My name is Vincent," it said in its deep voice. "I'm sorry I
frightened your friend. Now I must go."
"Wait, Vincent!" Opal Dreams exclaimed. "You just saved us; how can we make
this up to you? How did you know we had been captured?"
"I had been watching you for some time; I jumped out when I saw the rat was
Egan. You look as though you need some rest; why don't you come with me? I will take you
somewhere safe," Vincent said.
Suddenly Beauty Bloom said, "Hey, does anyone know where Brave Heart
is?"
"I'm right here," Brave Heart Lion said weakly, stumbling over to them and
clutching his shoulder. Without any words, Vincent set Sam the Hobbit down (who was
recovering from the surprise) and carefully picked up Brave Heart. As he parted some bushes, the
group stared in amazement at the dark sewage tunnel that Vincent started walking into.
"Wait, where are you taking us?" Salty questioned.
"To some underground tunnels where everyone lives in peace and there is no
violence. People go there when their talents have been overlooked or they don't fit in. It is
where I live," Vincent said, turning to the group. The ponies walked down the tunnel behind
Vincent, virtually amazed as it began getting brighter.
A boy rounded the corner, dressed much like Vincent in clothes of a medieval
peasant. "Vincent! Here you are; Father wants you," he said.
"Thank you, Mouse; will you please take my guests to the empty chambers by the
Great Hall?" Vincent asked the boy known as Mouse.
"Okay, good... okay, fine! Mouse can do that," the slightly mentally-disabled
Mouse said, motioning for the ponies and Sam to follow him.
* * *
"I'm here, Father," Vincent said, entering his father's chamber.
"Good!" the old man said, turning around as he raised his eyebrows. "And just
what is that you are holding?"
"It's a friend, Father; he's hurt and his name is Brave Heart," Vincent said, setting
down the unconscious Care Bear Cousin on a table.
"Okay, I'll tend to him; but would you please go to the southeast entrance?
Winslow says the door won't shut."
"Yes, Father," Vincent said, leaving the room.
* * *
"You stay here tonight, Vincent's friends. Great Hall is where to eat, third door,"
Mouse said, pointing to a strange door and leaving the ponies.
"I suppose there is a room for each of us, seeing that there are ten doors with
‘Guest Room' carved on them. Let's meet back here in fifteen minutes after washing up," Atlas
said, opening a door and seeing a washstand and bed.
Fifteen minutes later, the group was reassembled at their meeting place. "Let's see,
Mouse said that that door over there leads to a room where we can eat," Locket said.
"Well, are we going to stand here all day? I'm famished!" Salty said, walking to
the door and knocking.
A cheerful-looking old lady opened the door. "Oh! you must be the darling little
ponies that Vincent was talking about!" the lady said, leading the ponies to a long table where
many others were already seated. "My name is Mary; you can sit down here. We'll be eating in a
moment."
The ponies recognized Vincent sitting at the head of the table talking to an old
man; and Mouse, who was sitting looking hungrily at the food; and Brave Heart, who now had a
cast. Many faces were unknown, however. The old man who sat next to Vincent said, "I hope
you have enjoyed yourselves so far?"
"Oh, yes, of course; but could you tell us who all these people are?" Opal Dreams
asked, staring at all the people sitting at the table.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm Father," the old man said, "but this is a very large group of
people. I think it would be wiser to stay and talk to people after dinner."
So, the group ate their fill and started introducing themselves to the tunnel
dwellers. Sam immediately took to a man named Pascal who was like Sam, rather quiet and very
smart; it turned out that Pascal was the one who had organized how to talk to people in farther
away tunnels. The tunnel dwellers tapped on pipes with special codes! Later, Brave Heart joined
the two and learned some pipe codes.
Opal Dreams found the children most interesting; she made a friend named Jamie,
who was about fifteen. Jamie gave Opal Dreams a tour of the tunnels. Father taught Digger and
Prime how to play chess, while Locket and Northstar went with Mouse to his chamber; it turned
out Mouse was a miniature Einstein. Beauty Bloom spent the evening with Mary. As for Salty,
he stayed with Winslow at the table eating.
After awhile of talking and games, most everyone went to bed. Beauty Bloom
stayed up with Father to tell him of their journey. "You see, half the map was torn off and lost;
now my friends and I don't know where we're going," Beauty Bloom finished dejectedly.
"Wait one moment, my friend," Father said, pulling out an old volume of records.
"I banished a young dragon some years ago that liked to be called Tornado; but what I hear is that
he just moved into some deeper chambers a good stretch from here. Mouse said once when he
was off exploring he saw a dragon and followed it; he also made a map. If Mouse can find his
map, he may be able to guide you to Tornado."
"Oh, thank you, Father!" said Beauty Bloom, throwing her hooves around his
neck. "I was getting so discouraged!"
"Well, if you want to arm yourselves and go off tomorrow, you better get some
rest. I just have one thing left to say. Will you keep the tunnels a secret? If anyone saw Vincent,
who knows what would happen?" Father said, standing up.
"Of course," Beauty Bloom smiled, heading off to her chamber.
Please send your comments and criticism to PansyPearl@aol.com. Thank
you.
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The Insane Crossover Story
Chapter Six
by Tabby, Merry Treat, and Barnacle
Tabby, Merry Treat, their Pokèmon, and lots of new friends go to seek revenge
on somebody...
"Now where are we?" Merry Treat sighed in annoyance. The troupe had been
wandering around for what seemed to be hours-- lost in some huge city.
"We don't know where we are again? Well, there's nothing new there," Tabby
said matter-of-factly.
"We may have stepped into one of Skeletor's traps,
Orko," He-Man hypothesized. "We should keep our guard
up."
"Are you sure we still aren't in California?" Petunia Petal asked.
"Everything looks kinda Japanese," Tabby murmured.
"Maybe we've stumbled onto another planet," Whimzee suggested.
"Would you all be quiet?" Brain muttered. "I'm trying to come up with a plan for
world domination."
"Why's the noise bothering you?" Pinky queried. "Narf!"
"Because it reminds me of you," Brain replied.
"I still don't know what to make of genetically-altered lab mice," Tess said after a
pause.
"I'm sure I could whip up a wonderful recipe for you out of them!" Orko
offered.
Jar Jar's eyes opened wide. "Orko, theysa our companions!"
"I'm not sure I like this adventuring life," Petunia Petal sighed.
"Tarkie, where's that map?" Merry Treat called over her shoulder.
A moment later, the Meowth was once again spreading the map out on the ground.
The group gathered around it. "This map never seems to do any good," Tarquin frowned.
"I bet we're lost again and we'll vanish in midair--" Tabby started rambling.
"Only if we're lucky," Max interjected.
"--and nobody'll know what happened to us and--" Tabby continued, but was cut
short by Merry Treat.
"Cenetra to Tabby, come back!" the white earth pony sighed.
"What's Cenetra?" Ursa Minor asked curiously.
"That's where Tabby and I are from," Merry Treat confirmed.
"Sounds like a singer, not a location," Sam said.
"Whatever," Merry Treat said, and looked at the map. "Now... let's see..."
"I just want to go home," Petunia Petal moaned. "I don't think there's any hope
for turning Max into a proper Tea Bunny at this point."
Just then, Max jumped past her, screaming, "Booga-booga-booga!"
Whimzee glanced over her shoulder nervously. "I think I just heard something in
those bushes."
"It could be Skeletor," He-Man warned, unsheathing
his sword. "Stand back!"
"Or one of the movie snakes," Orko added.
"Movie snakes? What are you talking about, Orko?" Ursa Minor asked.
"Useless junk, I think," Tarquin commented.
"I do that all the time," Tabby nodded.
"Useless junk is the best kind of junk," Sam commented.
"Maybe it's a seachimp!" Pinky suggested. "Zort!"
"There are no seachimps, Pinky," Brain sighed.
"Oh, it can't be anything dangerous," Tess assured the group.
I saw something in those bushes, Merry Treat, Spearow said to his
trainer.
"Wassa he be talkin' about?" Jar Jar questioned the pony.
"Spearow thinks he saw something in the bushes," Merry Treat translated. She
kept her eyes on the green leaves. She hadn't been receiving any bad vibes, so maybe it was just a
stray pet. She decided to keep a hold of her Senshi pen for a bit, at least.
"Target practice!" Max exclaimed, whipping out his luger.
"Nice pen," Sam said, observing the item that Merry Treat was gripping. "If I
didn't know better, I'd say that's a mark-five transformation pen device, but why would you have
one of those? That's just silly."
Tabby looked at the expression on Merry Treat's face, and couldn't help but be
suspicious. What's she doing with that pen again? thought the unicorn.
Merry Treat didn't notice the suspicious stare, and decided to ignore Sam's
comment. She turned to her friends. "I think we should find a place to pitch camp. There's a
park over there, I think. Let's check it out."
* * *
A while later, the group was seated around a fire in an isolated corner of the park.
"Fortunately, we have no regard for ordinances about lighting fires in city parks," Sam
commented.
"Eleanore and Tweeg, you've been awfully quiet," Tess commented.
"We're plotting," Eleanore snapped.
"I just want to try making some gold," Tweeg complained.
"So-o-o... anybody know any good ghost stories?" Tabby said, eyes opening wide
in excitement. "I'm always scared silly but they're simply so cool--"
"I do, but they're all stupid," Merry Treat said bluntly.
"O-o-h... not ghosts, no!" Ursa Minor said in a quivering voice.
"Ghosts give people bad dreams," Whimzee said in agreement. "Like one I had
last night..."
"What was it about?" Tarquin questioned.
"It's always so interesting to hear about dreams," Tabby agreed.
"Yeah! I'm sure it's not as strange as some of the dreams I have," Merry Treat
said cheerfully.
Your dreams are always strange! Spearow chirped at her in his own
language.
"Well," Whimzee began, "it wasn't that long, but it was so vivid. Crystal was
calling out to me to come back, and then I woke up..."
"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?" Brain asked of his
companion.
"I think so, Brain, but wouldn't marshmallow ghosts melt in the sunlight?" Pinky
said after a pause.
"No, Pinky! If I set everything up correctly, I could have the entire world dream
about me as its leader!" Brain explained. "Then--"
"What kind of a fool would worry about dreams like that?" Eleanore sniffed at
Whimzee's concern.
Ursa Minor gasped. "Whimzee, do ya think somethin's wrong?"
"I don't know." Whimzee shook her head. "I'm been trying not to worry about it
through the day, but..."
"I would suggest you go back to your home as soon as possible,
Whimzee," He-Man declared. "Who knows what evil may have
invaded while you were gone?"
"Someone like King Snake," Orko agreed.
"Maybe you're right," Whimzee said after a pause. "I've probably abandoned them
in a midst of a great disaster!"
"Issa not your fault," Jar Jar consoled her.
"Yeah, don't blame yourself. We had no idea this was going to happen," Tess
agreed.
Whimzee stood up abruptly. "I should head back now. I don't mind traveling at
night." She smiled slightly. "That's what I do all the time."
"Orko and I will accompany you back, Whimzee,"
He-Man declared. "We'd never let a lady travel on her own."
"Would you... would you happen to be going through Tea Bunny Land again?"
Petunia Petal spoke up hesitantly.
"If we came through there on the way here, we should go through it on the way
back," Orko said.
"Would you mind... would you mind if I came along?" Petunia Petal glanced
around at everyone. "No offense, but this trip just isn't shaping up the way I thought it
would."
"Oh, we understand!" Merry Treat said quickly.
"So He-Man, Orko, Whimzee, and Petunia are leaving," Tabby figured.
"Ursa Minor, you'll have to go back to Starry Up with us, too," Whimzee
said.
"Yeah," Ursa Minor mumbled. "I was havin' fun, though..."
"Have a safe trip, you guys!" Tess said as the five packed up. "Whimzee, good
luck back at the Milky Way."
"Yes! Thank you!" Whimzee waved, and with that, she, Ursa Minor, He-Man,
Orko, and Petunia Petal were off.
"That cut our numbers down drastically," Tweeg commented after several minutes
of silence.
"Poit," Pinky agreed, his ears dropping.
"Yes, it's kinda sad, actually--" Merry Treat was abruptly cut-off in mid-sentence
by a shout.
"All right, hold it!" cried the voice of a girl.
All heads turned in the direction the voice was coming from. All eyes rested on a
young, blonde-haired girl with rather large blue eyes. She was dressed in an interesting outfit that
consisted of a white bodysuit and a short, blue pleated skirt. She wore white elbow-length gloves
and knee-length red boots. Her blonde hair was up in an odd style that appeared to be two
hairbuns with long tails falling down to her knees.
Merry Treat let out a gasp-- not out of fear, but out of surprise. How did we
end up in Tokyo? she thought in confusion.
"I am Sailor Moon, champion of justice! And in the name of the moon, I shall
punish you!" the girl declared in a forceful tone.
"And don't think she's the only one, either!" cried another voice as a second
blonde-haired girl in a similar outfit came up beside Sailor Moon. "She's got a lotta help!" This
girl's suit was mostly orange, save for a navy blue bow on her chest with a small yellow button in
the center, and a yellow bow at the back of the skirt. "I am Sailor Venus!" she said.
"You said it, Venus! We're gonna bust these Nega-creeps! I am Sailor Jupiter!"
came another girl. This one was a tall brunette with green eyes, and her hair was pulled up in a
high ponytail. Her outfit was similar to the one worn by the girl she had just called by the name of
Venus, but hers was mostly green with pink bows.
"Yeah! What makes you think you can just show up here and try to hurt innocent
people? I'm Sailor Mars, and we won't stand for it!" Yet two more girls showed up. The one
speaking had long black hair and was wearing a similar outfit that was mostly red with violet
bows and red high-heeled shoes.
"That's right! We're gonna stop you!" cried the last girl. She had short blue hair
and her outfit was blue with light blue bows and knee-length blue boots with a white line going
around the tops. "I am Sailor Mercury!"
"Wassa goin' on?" Jar Jar said, frightened. "Meesa wasn't too clumsy again, wassa
I?"