Hey Everypony! This is Pianoturtle with my first Fanfic. I would greatly appreciate your input. I am writing this with my friend SuperRed.

My name is SuperRed; but you can call me Red for short. Or you can call me Super, I like to be larger than life. But enough about me, I need a glass of water.

*Click click*

SuperRed stopped tying on her typewriter. She really was thirsty. She turned to look for her cup, but found it empty.

"Curses, my water is gone!" SuperRed huffed, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. She stood up, adjusting her tie, slapping the front of her fedora up; and strut out of her office, cup in mouth. The reporter ponies looked up as she passed by. They jealously stared at her whispering,

"There she goes..."

"Oh, I know, she thinks she's all that with her dusty old typewriter and her 'Super Scoops.'"

Red glanced uneasily in their direction. She wished she could sigh, but with a cup in her mouth, it was sadly impossible. ;( She didn't mean to be such a show-off when it came to writing. It was her cutie mark for ponies sake.

Oh well. she thought, as she trotted into the break room, heading towards the sink. She reached one hoof up and pushed the lever. Water started to rush out,splashing off the cup and onto her face. She quickly recoiled her hoof, shaking the water off her mane while trying again more slowly. She stretched her neck forward trying to dip the wet cup under the water.

All this to get some water? I need an assistant; and anyway being an earth pony stinks if I was a pega- wait a second, that wouldn't help at all! No I would need to be an unicorn! Than I could just magicafy the water in the cup! She thought angrily.

Awesome vocabulary...check!

She slowly took her hoof off the lever as her cup filled. She strutted out of the room, when she noticed the Editor-in-Choef Big Papa (And yes, she does call him the Editor-in-Choef not Chief, cause obviously that's not good enough. And plus she constantly messes up everyponies name.) having a fight with his daughter NorthStar (Northie) in his office.

"But Papa, you can't! I need this story!"

Red's ears perked up. What story?

"Northie, I'm sorry. But Red's got the best angle. She has good connections, always there when the juicy stuff happens, and possesses flawless writing. Let's face the facts, she's the best reporter we've got."

Red blushed, Well I'm not that good.

Northie stomped her hoof in frustration. "I CAN GET A GOOD SCOOP! I'M YOUR DAUGHTER FOR PONIES SAKE!"

"WELL I KNOW YOUR GOOD! I'M YOUR FATHER, I KNOW THESE THING! BUT DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO WRITE, AS BIG AS A REPORT AS THE CORONATION?! I KNOW I'M YOUR FATHER AT HOME, BUT AT WORK, I'M BOSS!"

"YOUR NOT FAIR! YOU ALWAYS GIVE HER THE 'SUPER SCOOPS'! DARN IT, NOW I'M USING HER CATCH PHRASE! IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S THE LEGEND OF THE PRINCESS WITH NO CUTIE MARK IS IT, HUH? It's a simple coronation Daddy, I think I can handle it! Why won't you give it to me?!"

Red didn't stay long enough to hear the rest of the argument. She was thinking. What old ponies tale? What princess? Maybe while I'm in Canterlot I can find out more on this 'Super Scoop'! Hm, now the tough decision, should I go trotting down this hallway quietly, not spilling my water? Or shall I go screaming down this hall, spilling my water everywhere, and letting everybody know I got the 'Super Scoop' of the Century!? This is incredibly easy.

"I GOT THE 'SUPER SCOOP'! SONS, I GOT THE 'SUPER SCOOP'!"

WHOA BRO, and we're done! PLEASE review!

SuperRed signing out ('-

And Pianoturtle playing a sweet song of goodbye!

SEE YOU SOON!