Dragor propped the wands up against a giant crystal, and the magic was sucked out of them, and into that crystal, which was Dragor's power source. He never left home without it.
"Now that I have all the magic of Ponyland," he said. "There's just one thing left to do. Head to the Royal Paradise, and take it over! Of course, it won't be much fun since the Princess Ponies aren't there . . . . . . . but what's the difference? They're no match for me, anyway!"
Dragor started laughing hysterically. He flew into the air, and headed for the Royal Paradise. He began looking around.
"Now let's see," he said. "There's this saying about the Royal Paradise. Whoever wears the royal crown of theirs rules Ponyland. If I can just find it . . . . ."
Dragor used his magic to tear apart the Royal Paradise, but he couldn't find the royal crown anywhere.
"Those Princess Ponies have hidden it well," he said. "No problem. No problem at all. I'll just find those Princess Ponies and make them tell me where they've hidden the crown!"
Dragor flew into the air, and followed the Princess Ponies' tracks. They were easy enough to find. As the Princess Ponies were walking, the sky began to cloud over.
"Looks like rain," Royal Blue said.
"I don't think it's a rainstorm," Sparkle said.
"That's because it isn't!" Dragor shouted, landing in front of the Princess Ponies.
"Oh no," Starburst groaned.
"That's right," Dragor shouted. "You Princess Ponies better have some experience in the salt mines, because you're now officially my slaves!"
Tiffany flew into the air, and darted away, just as Dragor surrounded the other Princess Ponies in magic, that morphed into a giant cage on wheels.
"Oh no!" Tiffany shouted as Dragor carted the other Princess Ponies back to the Royal Paradise. "What am I going to do now? I've got to find Paradise Estate . . . . . but I'm not even where to go . . . . . I don't know, I don't know . . . . oh, I'll go this way!"
Tiffany, in sheer confusion, flew off in one direction, away from Paradise Estate. She ended up flying down to Earth, and ended up right outside a ranch house.
"Oh a house!" she shouted. "Thank goodness! Maybe someone's at home!"
Tiffany tried to fly through the window, but found it locked. She looked inside, and saw that no one was home.
"Oh dear," she said. "No one's in. Very well. I'll just wait."
Tiffany figured she'd be in for one long wait. But luck was with her. The door flew open just then, and Franky walked inside, flinging his backpack on the floor.
"Anybody home?!" he called out.
No answer. Franky wasn't surprised. No one was usually home when he came home from school. He walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the refridgerator, then retrieved his backpack, pulled out his notebook, and his math textbook, and began working on his homework. Tiffany knew she had to get inside and fast. She decided to fly into the window. Maybe she could force it open. She backed up, and rammed the window as hard as she could. Her plan didn't work. All it did was made a huge noise, that attracted Franky's attention. He looked at the window, but saw nothing. He shrugged, and went back to his homework. Tiffany tried again, but with the same results. But she wasn't about to give up. By the third time she tried it, Franky got sick of the noise. He finally got up, and opened the window. The minute he opened it, Tiffany came barreling in, and she crashed right in the window frame. Her front was in the house, and her back was hanging out the window.
"Whoa!" Franky shouted, jumping backwards.
"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry," Tiffany said.
"I gotta be dreaming," Franky said. "A white horse . . . . . all white, with wings, and one that talks . . . . I gotta be cracking up!"
"Actually, I'm Princess Tiffany of the Royal Paradise. And the other Princess Ponies are in deep trouble. We need help."
"Well . . . . . I don't know. I've never been on a horse in my life!"
"But my friends are in very big trouble, and Ponyland and the whole would could be at stake! You have to come with me!"
"If my parents found out about this, I could get into trouble, but . . . . . since this is an emergency, I guess it's okay. As long as I'm back in time for dinner. Then my mom'll be really sore at me!"
Tiffany climbed out of the window, and Franky climbed on her back.
"Ready for take off," he said.
"Hold on," Tiffany said. "We have to hurry!"
Tiffany took off. Franky had to hold on to her mane for dear life! He sure wasn't used to riding, much less flying! Tiffany found his grip very uncomfortable.
"Would you mind loosening your grip?" she asked. "You're pulling my hair!"
"I can't help it!" Franky shouted. "I told you I've never ridden a horse before, much less flown on one! Cut me a break!"
"Oh very well."
Tiffany slowed down a little. In all fairness, Franky loosened his grip. They landed in Dream Valley shortly afterwards. Now the problem was figuring out where to go.
"I suppose you don't know the way to Paradise Estate," Tiffany said.
"Nope," Franky said. "I don;t even know what that is, or where we are! I guess we'll just have to play it by ear."
"I suppose so. Come on. I believe it's this way."
Franky and Tiffany walked off. Luckily for them, Tiffany knew just the person to go to, and they were right where they needed to be, in the Mushromp.
"Oh thank heaves we've found the Mushromp!" she sighed. "This is where the Moochick lives. Maybe he'll know what to do!"
"I hope so," Franky said. "I also hope you know what you're doing."
"I hope so, too."
Franky walked up to the door, and knocked on it. The Moochick answered it, and looked around.
"Hmm," he said, looking at Tiffany. "If I'm not mistaken, you are one of the famed Princess Ponies."
"That's right," Tiffany said. "And we need your help."
"My, my, my, my," the Moochick said. "Another one. What would you little ponies do without me?"
"We're mainly here to ask directions," Tiffany said. "What can you tell us about a wizard named Dragor?"
"Yeah, and where's he hiding?" Franky asked.
"Dragor, eh?" the Moochick said. "Hmm, let me see, let me see. I believe I have a book around here somewhere . . . . ."
The Moochick began throwing things everywhere in his house, looking for his book. His rabbit, Habbit, sighed, and handed the Moochick the book he was looking for.
"Ah! Here it is!" he shouted, flipping to the page he needed. "It says here that Dragor once tried to take over Ponyland."
"Well, it looks like he's at it again," Franky replied, folding his arms across his chest.
"Apparently so," Tiffany said. "He's stolen our magic wands, and then he's taken the other Princess Ponies!"
"You'd better tell us where he's hiding, Mr. Moochick," Franky said. "We're in a hurry."
"It's beyond Paradise Estate," the Moochick said. "Far away from Dream Castle, and across Fluttery Valley."
"But neither of us know where Paradise Estate is!" Tiffany shouted.
"I have just the thing," the Moochick said. "A map is exactly what you need."
"Perfect!"
"Now let me see, what did I do with . . . ."
Habbit groaned, and handed the Moochick the map he was searching for.
"Ah, here it is, I knew I'd find it," he said.
"Sheesh," Habbit groaned.
Franky took the map, unrolled it, and looked at it. Then he rolled it back up and jumped onto Tiffany's back.
"Thanks a lot, Mr. Moochick!" he shouted. "Let's hit it!"
