Ch. 7: The Fat Idiot Principal
Twilight came to the door and knocked on it.
"Hello," shouted through the door, "I'm here to see the Principal."
Suddenly, a fat man wearing spectacles came out wearing a green soldier uniform.
"Nobody sees the Principal!" shouted the fat man, "Not nobody not no how!"
Twilight looked positively perplexed.
The man laughed as he took off the guard costume and said, "Just kidding. Are you new here?"
"Yes," said Twilight, "My name is Twilight Sparkle and I was told that you were given a crown."
"Oh, you mean for the Fall Formal," said the man while texting on a phone with an indifferent look.
"Fall Formal?" asked Twilight.
"Yep," said the man as he motioned to 3 pictures with Sunset Shimmer on them, "For years, me; the principal of this school Celestia, and my wife, Vice-Principal Luna, have hosted the Fall Formal and we allow students to run for a candidate of who will receive the title, "Princess of the Fall Formal."
"So anybody can run?" asked Twilight.
"Yep," said the man as he picked his nose and wiped it on Twilight's head, but she just knocked it off while maintaining her composure.
"How?"
"Just talk to the head of the party planning committee."
"And that would be?"
"Look, new girl," said Celestia, "I have a lot of work to do today, alright? Just ask one of the students, they'll know."
Meg was surprised at this, but said, "Okay."
And with that, she left the office.
"Hey wait!" shouted Celestia.
"Yeah?" asked Twilight, turning back around, only for Celestia to run up and put her face on his bum while farting on it and runs away laughing childishly.
Twilight shuddered as she exited the office.
Spike came out of hiding from a plant and said sardonically, "Well, he seems nice."
"He's not too different from our Prince Celestia," said Meg, "But forget that. We need to find the head of the party planning committee.
With that, Twilight and Spike headed out, resuming their quest.
TO BE CONTINUED...