^^ "That is some good s***!"
"Sorry sweetie. But it's offical. There is absolutely nothing, that ANY of my livres can tell me about creating a portal to their universe" prime Twilight a dit to prime Pinkie.
"Are toi sure!? Maybe we should double look!" prime Pinkie cried, preparing to dig though all the livres they had piled all over the particular room of prime Twilight's house.
"We already did that, two dozen times" prime Twilight replied, holding back her uncharacteristically tense, rose friend.
prime Pinkie simply groaned in response.
prime Pinkie looked behind her, beliefly checking on the MOV characters.
In a reference to Scary Movie 1, Dragonowitiz turned a fishtank into one of those huge drug bongs, smocking from it as the other MOV characters chanted him on. (in the film, this is the scene when Ghostface arrives seemingly to kill them, but ends up using the bong as well, as he uncharactistically, just hangs out with them).
When Dragonowitiz stopped he stonedly said, "That is some good s***!"
Making the other MOV characters cheer.
prime Pinkie groaned again, at the thought of still being stuck with those three.
"Hey! Check it out we're just different colors! (too prime Twilight and prime Pinkie), Either of toi wanna make 'purple'!?" Dragonowitiz cried.
Having gathered what he 'really' ment, the prime characters both studded at the very thought.
"I don't know how much longer I could handle this" prime Pinkie groaned.
"Maybe it's about time we informed Celestia. Maybe she could help handle this" prime Twilight.
"But won't we need 'our' Spike. And isn't he still away?" prime Pinkie asked.
"Not if we see her in person" prime Twilight insisted.
"What!?" prime Pinkie cried.
"She'll never believe us. I mean. how could she" prime Twilight insisted.
"But won't we still need 'our' Spike to inform her we're coming?" prime Pinkie asked.
"I'm back!" prime Spike cried, suddenly appearing at the door, but soon looked shocked as he saw the MOV characters.
"Hey, Spike it's you!" SwagDash cried to Dragonowitiz, who ALREADY out of his stoned state.
"Are toi kiddin.. That looks NOTHING like me" Dragonowitiz replied.
TotalDramaFan60 presents:
Gummy's Yummy Christmas.
It was the night before Hearth's Warming at the Breakfast household.
Gummy ours wanted to stay up late.
"You can't stay up, our Little Gummy Bear." Mother and Father told.
But Gummy didn't listen, so she probably met her fate.
Gummy crept down the stairs to watch Matt Groening cartoons.
Even though she TOO D-
Even though she was not told to.
Gummy got out the popcorn.
Got out the pop.
She turned the TV on and...well, pop.
Poor Gummy forgot to turn off the microwave
She forgot to get the popcorn!
It caught fire!
Gummy screamed!
And down came Mother and Father!
"Oh, Mother, oh, Father." Gummy pleaded.
"I really didn't mean too,
"It was just an accident."
érable and Buttered looked at each other.
"It's just a little dent!"
Though Gummy did not see Santa that day,
She got many Hearth's Warming presents.
Teddy bears, lollipops...
And an amazing pile of...
Marshmallows.
Happy Hearth's Warming!
Gummy's Yummy Christmas.
It was the night before Hearth's Warming at the Breakfast household.
Gummy ours wanted to stay up late.
"You can't stay up, our Little Gummy Bear." Mother and Father told.
But Gummy didn't listen, so she probably met her fate.
Gummy crept down the stairs to watch Matt Groening cartoons.
Even though she TOO D-
Even though she was not told to.
Gummy got out the popcorn.
Got out the pop.
She turned the TV on and...well, pop.
Poor Gummy forgot to turn off the microwave
She forgot to get the popcorn!
It caught fire!
Gummy screamed!
And down came Mother and Father!
"Oh, Mother, oh, Father." Gummy pleaded.
"I really didn't mean too,
"It was just an accident."
érable and Buttered looked at each other.
"It's just a little dent!"
Though Gummy did not see Santa that day,
She got many Hearth's Warming presents.
Teddy bears, lollipops...
And an amazing pile of...
Marshmallows.
Happy Hearth's Warming!
Nancy
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