CHAPTER 1

Hey everypony! I'm back with a new volume of One Pony's Tale: The Drake Chronicles. This one has something for everyone, and multiple cameos from some well-known characters from the show. I'm sure many Drake fans out there are gonna find this one to be one of the best stories in a while. I know I do. So without further ado, I present to you volume 8. Enjoy, and please review, my loyal readers.

I sat on the overstuffed chair, my eyes fixed solely on my target as I took aim with the small crossbow pistol in my right hoof. I fired, the arrow striking the wall across the room from me, my latest in a battery of crossbow fire forming a crossed saber design on the wallboard. I picked up another arrow and cocked the crossbow. Taking a well deserved break from my only source of entertainment in the dim room, I took another drink of my extra strong coffee. I heard the creak of the door opening behind me, and fired the crossbow at the wall before I could be accosted.

"Drake...oh for the love of...is that what that noise was?!" Dashie scolded as she stormed up to my chair. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"I was bored." I simply stated.

"Bored?!" She exclaimed, her voice breaking cutely. "So you're shootin' holes in the walls? Nuh-uh! You need to get out of the house and find something to do, man!" I sprawled across the chair lazily.

"Nothing out there...in the world...interests me..." I whined.

"Jeez Draaaaake..." Dash groaned. "You know you're little mini-Drake's been chucking green play slime all over her ceiling? It looks like a giant nose blasted boogers all over her room." She sighed. "You two are like two peas in a pod. You don't have a case for a couple weeks, and you both get all bored and start trashing the house."

"Ugh...I'll clean it up..." I groaned. "...mother." Dashie heaved a sigh.

"I got the same answer from your little sister." She grumbled. I had to grin now.

"I guess we do need a hobby or something, huh?" I asked.

"You think?"

"Yeah...and I think I'll go talk to my sister about the...booger room." I said, standing and stretching my back. I shot my marefriend a sly grin. "Examine her work and all...heheh."

"Oh Drake!" Dashie exclaimed, tossing a small pillow at me, hitting me in the face with the soft projectile.

"Ah you've done it...you landed a blow on the cavalry. Oh, I must concede defeat to such a worthy foe as thee."

"Oh get outta here, sweetie!" Dash giggled.

"See? Knew you couldn't stay mad at me."

"Who said I wasn't?" My rainbow-maned lover said, narrowing her magenta eyes. Oh boy...shoot a few crossbow bolts into the wall, and that's it...you end up on the sofa all night...the domestic life, eh?

I walked down the hall to the door of my sister's room and paused. If Budder had been as bored as I was, who knows what kind of bizarre mess I could be walking into. I rapped on the door in our secret code" tap tap-tap tap-tap-tap tap-tap. After a few moments, the door opened, and for some reason my little sister was wearing her black hooded sweatshirt with the hood up over her head.

"Ey bruh." She greeted with a nod.

"Not...gonna...ask..." I sighed, stepping past her, into her room. "Budder...your room looks like a bomb exploded." I commented. Wait...mess...Budder's room...oh yeah...I looked up. On the white plaster ceiling were splatters and gobs of green goo. They hung from the plaster like an alien mucus. It was almost art. Some of that weird neo-expressionistic-whatever hipsterpony art maybe, but...where was I going with this again?

"Bored huh?" I asked, still observing the strange decor of my sister's room. One corner was piled high with laundry, the cleanliness of which was indeterminable. Her wooden bookcases, filled with her dozens of volumes on the paranormal, myths and legends, magic and ghosts had been covered with drawings. Budder had, in pen and pencil, drawn skills, bats, cartoonish ghosts, and a sketch of Princess Luna that would never go into a museum of fine art. The words 'I freakin' hate spiders!' was written on her wall next to the bed, beside which was a pile of candy wrappers, just to complete the scene of chaos.

"What do you think?" My sister shot back.

"That's alright," I said. "I think Dashie wanted me to come in here and kill you for the booger ceiling."

"Heehee." She laughed.

"She wants to kill me too, ya know?" I added.

"What did you dooooo?" Budder asked suspiciously.

"Eh...I got bored." I answered evasively.

"And?"

Well...I kinda shot the wall...multiple times...with a crossbow..."

"Ugh...buuuuuub..." Budder groaned, plopping onto her bed.

"Well you made your room look like Nightmare Night." I stated.

"Hey, I like Nightmare Night." My sister retorted.

"I know..." I sighed. "So...we're bored...and Dashie's put a kibosh on any plans that involve random acts of wanton destruction...so what do you wanna do?"

"I dunno." She shrugged.

"Hungry?" I asked half-heartedly.

"I guess." She droned.

"Flapjacks?"

"It's like three in the evening." She stated.

"Your point?"

"Meh. Whatevs.

"Clean up. You have bed-mane."

"So?" Budder asked.

"It's three in the evening." I replied.

"You clean up, bub. You need a shave." My sister argued. I yawned and rubbed the stubble on my cheeks.

"I'm makin' flapjacks. Come on downstairs."

By the time my sister joined me downstairs in the kitchen, I had already prepared a dozen of my world-famous buttermilk flapjacks and a pot of coffee. Without saying a word, we filled our plates. Dinner was served.

I sat at the large table in our dining room, my sister sitting across from me, idly poking at her half-eaten flapjacks as I drank my strong coffee, the fuel of my mind. I sighed. Dashie was right, Budder and I needed something to do. I missed getting paid for doing what I'd probably want to do for free anyway. And what's more, I could tell that my sister missed the action too. If only we had something to do. Something...anything...

"Sweetie, you got a letter from Princess Celestia!" Dash called. She'd hardly stepped into the dining room before I'd flipped over my chair getting up and rushed over to her. I seized the letter and tore it open as my sister joined us, staring over my shoulder. I read:

"Dear Lieutenant Drake,

As you may already know, The Grand Galloping Gala will be held in Canterlot in two weeks. To say thank you for all of the service you've provided to me, the royal family, and all of Equestria, I have extended an invitation to you, Rainbow Dash and young Budder. If you feel inclined to attend the grandest of events in Canterlot, I shall look forward to seeing you all. I have enclosed three tickets to the Gala I hope you decide to attend. Be well, my little detectives,

Yours always,

Princess Celestia."

"Ugh..." I groaned in despair. "I thought it was a case."

"The Grand Galloping Gala..." Dash muttered.

"Snooty rich ponies." I complained.

"Everypony acting all proper and stuff" Dash added.

"Frilly dresses..." Budder said in disgust.

"Well..." I sighed. "I don't really feel like going. I don't want to have to spend a weekend getting looked down upon by a buncha silk-swaddled millionaires."

"I'm not really interested in going either." Dash said. "I already went to one Gala already..."

"Sis?" I asked.

"Freaking... poofy...pink...dresses..." Budder hissed, her right eye twitching. I sighed, suddenly very bored again.

"Welp...back to finding something to do...I guess..." I ruefully stated, returning to my chair in defeat.

A little glimpse into Drake's domestic life. Welcome to my world. This is actually kind of what it's like in my own house...complete with shooting walls and Budder sliming her ceiling. Where do you think I got the idea? Heheh. So, will Drake and Budder find something to do before they get bored to death? Well, if you read the summary, you know they do. I'll try to have the next chapter up tomorrow. So until then, thanks for reading everypony.