A/N: I do like it, and it's better then what I was going to add to finish up this chapter.

Disclaimer: This is just a fun retailing of the episode for the fun of it.

The Climatic Return Of ''Tigger, Private Ear''! (Aka: Two Great Detectives Solve The MMMystery on the Friendship Express...With Help!): Chapter 1: Dessert Transportation!

*Clear sunny day, blah blah blah, same thing it's been since the beginning of time. Why do I even bother? Okay, what's the story? Where do we begin this time? Um...errr...oh, I know! The Doc's lab! Why? ...I have no idea. We're desperately trying to come up with brand new fresh Dr. Hooves related story ideas and somehow, inserting him and Derpy in actual MLP episodes is the only thing Dede42 and I can think of for now. Okay, what was I saying? Oh yeah! Here's the Doc in his lab...(puzzled) baking cakes?*

Dr. Hooves: (runs by quickly holding a steaming tray) Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot! (Crashes into a table and safely puts the tray down) Phew! I've forgotton how hot food gets after it's just been cooked in ovens. (looks disappointedly at the tray) Oh, I knew this would happen. My first attempts always turn out to be disasters! Oh, who am I kidding? I can't bake a good enough cake to enter in the national dessert competition. I don't even know why I even wanted to enter it anyway. Oh gosh, they're so ugly!

*Just then by sheer coincidence, yet another crash landing by the mailmare herself, Derpy Hooves!*

Dr. Hooves: (winces at the sound from wherever the front door in his house is) Hey-ho. Bye bye, front door. Sounds like I'd better order another one. (Walks out of the lab and towards the front door) Hold on! I'm on the way! Keep your shirt on! (Sees Derpy all dazed on the floor) Derpy, what a surprise...again...gee, you'd think I'd be used to this by now. Um, you okay?

Derpy: (still dazed) I've got a lovely bunch of muffins! Diddly diddly! There they are a standing in a ro...

Dr. Hooves: (shakes her) Snap out of it, Derpy! Speak to me!

Derpy: (snaps out of it) Doc? Doctor, is that you? Huh. How nice it is to see you. Um...how did I get here?

Dr. Hooves: I believe you crash landed...again...for what, I don't know, like...the 9000th time the past weeks. It's starting to get a little tiresome actually. Um, no offence.

Derpy: Non-taken, Doc.

Dr. Hooves: And uh, please don't call me...

Derpy: Now, what was I dropping by here for again? (Turns around and notices her mailbag) Oh yeah! Uh...a letter for Dr. Hooves from Pinkie Pie!

Dr. Hooves: Pinkie Pie, eh? Wonder what's up with her?

Derpy: Gee, I dunno, Doc. I didn't wanna read it yet until I gave it to you. How should I know?

Dr. Hooves: Oh, give it here. (Begins reading the letter) ''Dear Dr. Hooves (aka: Super Mega Awesome Time Travelling Pony With A Sonic Screwdriver Thingy), I'm having a bit of trouble getting the Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness onboard the train from Ponyville to Canterlot (aka: where this year's national dessert competition is being held)''. Huh? Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness? What the heck is that?

Derpy: Oh! I think it's like a really, really, REALLY BIG cake made by Pinkie Pie from what I've been told. Well, go on! Keep reading! Keep reading!

Dr. Hooves: Alright, alright. Ahem! (Continues reading) ''I'm in desperate need of someone with some kind of machinery or weapon to cut a big hole on the side of the dessert car so we can get my big old dessert onboard the train before it leaves. I do hope my cake wins the competition this year. Love Pinkie Pie.''. So, help from my sonic screwdriver, eh? Well, say no more then. I'll probably have to make one or two adjustments to it if I'm going to cut a hole in the train car doors.

Derpy: But Doctor, how do you know your sonic screwdriver is capable of doing what Pinkie Pie requested? I mean, we never knew if it could fix roofs because you took so long making adjustments that Discord just fixed it with his magic. In fact...why not bring him back here and make the hole in the side of the train car with his magic? Wouldn't that be easier and save time?

Dr. Hooves: I'm not sure that's a really good idea, Derpy.

Derpy: Why not?

Dr. Hooves: Well, I wouldn't want to bother Discord, Timon and Pumbaa with any more favors or more adventures or trips out. Trust me, Timon is still in desperate need of rest and relaxation to recover from our last adventure.

Derpy: Yeah. But Doctor, it's not long until the train has to set off to Canterlot! If you take too long making adjustments to your sonic screwdriver, it might leave without us! And I don't even know if it might be Thomas or any other train pulling it yet because I haven't checked! Come on, Doc! Surely Pinkie could use some chaotic magical help instead?

Dr. Hooves: But Derpy, surely Timon doesn't want to get dragged into another...(sees Derpy giving him adorable puppy dog eyes again) oh, go on then.

Derpy: YAY!

Dr. Hooves: Come on. To the TARDIS.

Meanwhile in the jungle of Africa, Timon and Pumbaa are on the hunt for a particular type of exotic beetle to have for their friendship anniversary, and Discord is back at their home, reading a Curious George book. The spirit of chaos had offered to use his magic to gather the beetles, but they had wanted to collect them on their own as it was part of the fun of their friendship anniversary.

Discord: (turns a page in the book and giggles) Oh that George, always so curious. (He resumes reading and conjures up a cup of his favorite tea to sip when there is a familiar trumpeting sound, and he looks up from his book.) Huh?

(Moments later, the TARDIS appears and both Dr. Whooves and Derpy exit the time machine.)

Derpy: Hey, Discord!

Dr. Whooves: Greetings, Discord.

Discord: (makes both his book and his tea disappear) Well, well, what brings you two here? Wanting to try out one of the virtual safari trips?

Dr. Whooves: (shakes his head) Oh no, I had one experience with those rides that I rather not repeat. Actually we're here to ask you, Timon, and Pumbaa for a favor. Uh, where are the meerkat and the warthog?

Derpy: Yeah! Where's our buddies?

Discord: Oh, they're off searching for a certain type of beetle for their friendship anniversary, and I'm sure that they'll be back soon enough. (he summons seats for all three of them, along with cups of tea) So, what is this favor anyway? Need me to stir things up and make life interesting in Ponyville as (he snaps his fingers and transforms into Tigger) Tigger?

Derpy: Funny you should ask that, Discord. Because that's exactly...

Dr. Hooves: Actually, I was wondering if you could use your magic to quickly make a few adjustments to my sonic screwdriver. See, Pinkie Pie is trying to get a huge cake into the train and needs a hole cuttin...

Derpy: Doctor! I told you. I don't think there's enough time for making adjustments to that thing. It'll take too long and the train will set off without us.

Dr. Hooves: Uh...right, right. Apparently, Derpy would rather have you make the hole in the side of the dessert car with your chaos magic instead of doing things the high tech way. Pfft. What a waste of a perfectly good sonic screwdriver.

Discord: (transforms back into himself) Really? That's all you need from me? A measly little favor just to get a GIANT cake onboard a train carriage? Pfft, you're kidding right?

Derpy: Maybe you'd consider changing your mind if I told you that the cake is being delivered to Canterlot so it can be entered in a national dessert competition.

Discord: Ugh. GAG! Boring!

Derpy: They have an awful lot of yummy treats to eat there.

Discord: (perks up at the mention of treats) Treats?! Did you say treats?!

Derpy: Mmm-hmm.

Discord: Ooh! Ooh! I don't suppose they have any cotton candy or chocolate milk by any chance? Do they?

Derpy: Well, we won't know unless you do this tiny favor and join us. So, what do ya say?

Discord: Well, a thing like this is something I wouldn't normally do. But hey, I'll do anything for tasty treats! Let me just grab the gang. (Snaps his fingers causing Timon and Pumbaa to teleport to where Discord is)

Timon: (lands on the ground) Hey! What's the big idea, Discord? I was just about to chow down on a really delicious beetle! Not to mention it was rare.

Pumbaa: (sees Dr. Hooves and Derpy) Oh, hello, you two! Haven't seen you both in a while. What brings you here?

Dr. Hooves: Well, Pinkie Pie asked me for this really small favor involving my son...

Derpy: What he means to say is that Pinkie has invited all those interested in national dessert competitions to travel to Canterlot and have a few samples of the desserts and food there.

Dr. Hooves: That's not what I was going to say at all.

Discord: And apparently, the Doc needs my help in getting Pinkie's apparent big cake onboard the train with my magic. A boring favor and pointless task, I know. But, I can't say no to food, can I?

Pumbaa: Wow! National dessert competition? Lots of food? Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Count me in! I'd love to join in! What about you, Timon? Huh? Huh? Huh?

Timon: Oh no. There is NO way I'm getting dragged into yet ANOTHER adventure. Don't you remember what happened the last time we were on an adventure? Do you know how long it took for Applejack to actually open up to us?

Dr. Hooves: (to Derpy) I told you he didn't want to come with us, Derpy.

Pumbaa: But Timon, we're only going to be travelling by train to Canterlot. And we're only tagging along because food's involved. It'll be much more fun than last time! Right, Derpy?

Derpy: Right.

Timon: (sigh) Alright, alright. I'll join in too. But only on one condition.

Dr. Hooves: What's that?

Timon: The food there had BETTER be GOOD! (Makes his way to the TARDIS) Honestly, all I wanted was a nice bunch of rare exotic beetles. But no. I get sucked into another dumb trip out somewhere. Why do I even bother?

Derpy: Wow. I guess our last adventure really WAS too much for him.

Dr. Hooves: Well, that settles it then. Come on, everyone. Back to the TARDIS!

A/N: I think this is the best way to end this chapter and to start on the next one. Thanks, guys, and I will see you all tomorrow. Bye for now! R&R everyone!