~Acme Labs
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The next morning, the ponies stumbled out of the lab wearing sheets over their heads.
"My hair!" wailed Heart Throb again.
"Shut up!" yelled Gusty, finally cracking "Nobody cares about your hair!"
"I do!" retorted Heart Throb. She sidled over to Barnacle. "Helloooo..." she giggled as she flirted with him.
He shuffled over behind Gusty, suddenly seeming frightened.
"What next, matey?" he asked her. He didn't seem all that curious, but he wanted to drown out Heart Throb's annoying giggles.
Brain waved them away.
"Spread out and then take the sheets out once you are safely away from the lab. That way nobody will suspect me. Then go and be cute or whatever."
They spread out, all except for Bowtie who remained with Brain to be his assistant. When another search party would arrive, she would explain what to do, and then give them the bows. While she waited for the first ones, she watched Animaniacs.
"Stop it!" yelled Brain finally, after hearing Bowtie recite the Animaniacs theme song for ten minutes straight. "The scientists will be arriving soon. You're going to have to tell then that the lab is closed this month."
"Why?" asked Bowtie.
"Well, even if you're diguised," said Brain "The scientists might find out what you are and ruin the whole plan! We have to keep them away."
"Oh. Kay." said Bowtie.
Then she wen't to the door to wait.
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Meanwhile, in the city...
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Peachy walked happily throught the streets, searching for a salon. After all, she might as well enjoy it while she was here, right? Amid gasps of "She's too cute!" she trotted towards a salon and shoved the door open with her nose.
There was a predictable, "Ahh! I can't stand the cuteness!".
Five minutes later, she was styling hair like the pro she was.
"Oh, dear." she said as a human with an afro walked in. "You look like Nightshade, only ten times worse. After all, you are a human."
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Heart Throb was thoroughly enjoying herself. The awe of the crowd was wonderful. Well maybe it wasn't awe. But close. She flounced her way up the street, tossing her mane, head in the air. Until she ran into a stop sign.
She saw a cafe.
"Hmmm..."
She ventured inside. Soon she had a job as a waiter.
Soon all the ponies had jobs.
Peachy in the salon, glad for the challenge of human hair. Heart Throb as a waiter, loving her new uniform. Gusty a police officer, who successfully apprehended a robber, after threatening to spear him with her horn. Fizzy was a kindergarden teacher (as a substitute) playing with little kids.
Barnacle was selling fish.
Wind Whistler was a university teacher, after a rowdy class threw the old one out the window. She flew out of reach, and soon the class gave up.
And Shady was hiding in some bushes whimpering in fear...Go figure.
Slowly, Brain's message spread throught the town. But nobody listened. Why? You ask.
Because who cared?
The ponies were cute, but the people were starting to see the other side of them. The side that wasn't cute. Like Gusty. A pony lounging around in a chair eating glazed donuts and coffee wasn't cute.
A pony teaching at a University wasn't cute.
A pony whining and shrieking and hiding in bushes wasn't cute.
A pony flouncing around, shrieking at every misplaced hair wasn't cute.
A pony shaving your hair off and saying "Poor humans, how do they get on with this ugly hair?" then slapping brightly colored wigs on your head wasn't cute.
And a big pony wearing a pirates hat and an eyepatch who smelled like fish definately wasn't cute.
Maybe Fizzy was cute. But one out of seven doesn't have much of an effect, really.
And slowly, the ponies sank into the community, becoming a part of it. And Brain's message faded into the air like the steam of Gusty's coffee, until it was forgotten.
The lab became suspicious and reopened. Bowtie began to learn things and started to love to work with chemicals. She sunk in too, while Brain stressed that another search party would arrive in the middle of the crowded lab. But they never did. Because they had enough on their hands, and their group hadn't been the only one to dissapear.
"Two more days until the scientists week off." Brain kept muttering nervously.
And then it came. Brain was free to stop worrying for at least a week. He prepared for the next search party, but they didn't come.
Finally, Brain asked Gusty one night as she came back into the lab to sleep, "What about my message?"
"What message? Oh. That one. Uh...well everybody was ignoring it so I gave up."
"What?!" Said Brain "They ignored it?!"
"Face it, pal." Said Gusty "Your plan is a flop. You might as well give up."
Brain gaped as Gusty went to the couch and fell asleep.
The others returned, and they had much the same answer. His message was gone... and like Gusty had said, his plan was a flop.
Brain pondered much of the night, and finally he came to a conclusion.
The next morning, the ponies stumbled out of the lab wearing sheets over their heads.
"My hair!" wailed Heart Throb again.
"Shut up!" yelled Gusty, finally cracking "Nobody cares about your hair!"
"I do!" retorted Heart Throb. She sidled over to Barnacle. "Helloooo..." she giggled as she flirted with him.
He shuffled over behind Gusty, suddenly seeming frightened.
"What next, matey?" he asked her. He didn't seem all that curious, but he wanted to drown out Heart Throb's annoying giggles.
Brain waved them away.
"Spread out and then take the sheets out once you are safely away from the lab. That way nobody will suspect me. Then go and be cute or whatever."
They spread out, all except for Bowtie who remained with Brain to be his assistant. When another search party would arrive, she would explain what to do, and then give them the bows. While she waited for the first ones, she watched Animaniacs.
"Stop it!" yelled Brain finally, after hearing Bowtie recite the Animaniacs theme song for ten minutes straight. "The scientists will be arriving soon. You're going to have to tell then that the lab is closed this month."
"Why?" asked Bowtie.
"Well, even if you're diguised," said Brain "The scientists might find out what you are and ruin the whole plan! We have to keep them away."
"Oh. Kay." said Bowtie.
Then she wen't to the door to wait.
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Meanwhile, in the city...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Peachy walked happily throught the streets, searching for a salon. After all, she might as well enjoy it while she was here, right? Amid gasps of "She's too cute!" she trotted towards a salon and shoved the door open with her nose.
There was a predictable, "Ahh! I can't stand the cuteness!".
Five minutes later, she was styling hair like the pro she was.
"Oh, dear." she said as a human with an afro walked in. "You look like Nightshade, only ten times worse. After all, you are a human."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heart Throb was thoroughly enjoying herself. The awe of the crowd was wonderful. Well maybe it wasn't awe. But close. She flounced her way up the street, tossing her mane, head in the air. Until she ran into a stop sign.
She saw a cafe.
"Hmmm..."
She ventured inside. Soon she had a job as a waiter.
Soon all the ponies had jobs.
Peachy in the salon, glad for the challenge of human hair. Heart Throb as a waiter, loving her new uniform. Gusty a police officer, who successfully apprehended a robber, after threatening to spear him with her horn. Fizzy was a kindergarden teacher (as a substitute) playing with little kids.
Barnacle was selling fish.
Wind Whistler was a university teacher, after a rowdy class threw the old one out the window. She flew out of reach, and soon the class gave up.
And Shady was hiding in some bushes whimpering in fear...Go figure.
Slowly, Brain's message spread throught the town. But nobody listened. Why? You ask.
Because who cared?
The ponies were cute, but the people were starting to see the other side of them. The side that wasn't cute. Like Gusty. A pony lounging around in a chair eating glazed donuts and coffee wasn't cute.
A pony teaching at a University wasn't cute.
A pony whining and shrieking and hiding in bushes wasn't cute.
A pony flouncing around, shrieking at every misplaced hair wasn't cute.
A pony shaving your hair off and saying "Poor humans, how do they get on with this ugly hair?" then slapping brightly colored wigs on your head wasn't cute.
And a big pony wearing a pirates hat and an eyepatch who smelled like fish definately wasn't cute.
Maybe Fizzy was cute. But one out of seven doesn't have much of an effect, really.
And slowly, the ponies sank into the community, becoming a part of it. And Brain's message faded into the air like the steam of Gusty's coffee, until it was forgotten.
The lab became suspicious and reopened. Bowtie began to learn things and started to love to work with chemicals. She sunk in too, while Brain stressed that another search party would arrive in the middle of the crowded lab. But they never did. Because they had enough on their hands, and their group hadn't been the only one to dissapear.
"Two more days until the scientists week off." Brain kept muttering nervously.
And then it came. Brain was free to stop worrying for at least a week. He prepared for the next search party, but they didn't come.
Finally, Brain asked Gusty one night as she came back into the lab to sleep, "What about my message?"
"What message? Oh. That one. Uh...well everybody was ignoring it so I gave up."
"What?!" Said Brain "They ignored it?!"
"Face it, pal." Said Gusty "Your plan is a flop. You might as well give up."
Brain gaped as Gusty went to the couch and fell asleep.
The others returned, and they had much the same answer. His message was gone... and like Gusty had said, his plan was a flop.
Brain pondered much of the night, and finally he came to a conclusion.