Chapter 3: Hangovers and Hopelessness
Edd woke to the sound of footsteps outside his door. They sounded off, somehow. He heard his door open and Tom say "Edd…" The sentence broke off as Tom gave a giant yawn. Edd turned over to see Tom rubbing his head with a hoof. The nights events came rushing back to him. Tom had his eyes closed in pain from his hangover.
"I had the weirdest dream last night…! Oh, my head…" He sat down and covered his head with both hooves. Edd sat up, stretching. So it wasn't a dream… He looked around and notice the same thing as he had the night before: everything was pony sized. He blinked, and turned back to Tom.
"Did your dream involve you, me, and Matt being turned into ponies by some thing you made while doing drunk science?"
"Yeah, how'd ya know?"
"It wasn't a dream." Tom cracked an eye open and blinked.
"Oh. Does this mean we can't eat bacon?" Edd suddenly felt dizzy. NO BACON?! My life might as well be over! Tom saw the look on Edd's face. Their stomachs rumbled in unison. Edd sighed, and tried to get out of bed. Still not fully used to being a pony and being still partially asleep, he got tangled up in his sheets. He fell, face first, in front of Tom, who snorted with laughter and got up. Edd followed, glaring jokingly. As they passed Matt's room, they heard him sigh and roll over, still dreaming. Probably about himself. As they made their way to the kitchen, they heard Matt yell.
"OH, COME ON!'" Edd smiled, but his mind still felt dull. He needed cola… And the cola was in the fridge. How would he get to his cola?! This thought stopped him in his tracks, causing Tom to look back.
"What?"
"How are we going to open the fridge?"
"… Oh." Tom knew about Edd's obsession with cola. He also knew what happened if he didn't get his cola. Deciding it was too risky to say they wouldn't, Tom kept his mouth shut and thought. But his hangover was affecting his brain too much. He groaned, echoing Edd's thoughts. They reached the kitchen. Inside was a mess, and Edd dimly remembered Tom stumbling out of the kitchen last night before the whole ordeal. It seemed to fit the description of drunk science: the walls were splattered with some unknown purple substance. Beer bottles littered the floor, some still partially full and spilling their contense everywhere. The counters were covered in all manner of junk. Edd sighed and face-hoofed. Tom just stared blankly. Matt came up behind them, and noticed the mess.
"Jeeze, Tom, why the KITCHEN?" Tom glared at him, making Matt's mouth snap shut.
"Well, at least some of this might be able to help us open the fridge…" Edd said wearily. He was already thinking of how long this mess would take to clean up. Matt trotted over to the fridge. It looked the same, other than being pony sized. Sadly, that meant the handles were the same type, too. Matt closed his eyes, wishing he could get his breakfast, which was waiting inside. His eyes snapped open as he heard Edd gasp. The fridge handle was wrapped in a glowing green light, which was also emanating from his horn. Confused, he stepped back. The door swung open and the green lights faded. Matt was so stunned, he sat down right where he was, staring. Edd trotted up behind him, and then past him to inspect the fridge's contents. It was all vegetarian stuff, salads and the like. Edd was turning away, disgusted, when he saw a flash of red at the back. Could it be…?! He looked closer. YES! He triumphantly shoved the salads aside and grabbed a can with his teeth.
"Ee ih ah oh-ah!" Matt raised an eyebrow at Tom, who translated.
"We still have cola."
"Ah." Edd set down the can and pondered the pop top. After a couple minutes of hard thinking, he was still stumped. Growling in frustration and desperation, he whirled on Matt.
"Do that green glowy thing again so I can have my cola!" Edd was near the end of his rope. He hadn't had cola yet, and it was already almost after breakfast. Matt shrank back, unsure of what to do.
"I don't even know how I did it!"
"Well, try again!"
"Edd. Stop. You're making my head hurt." Tom didn't want Matt to get air headed because he was standing up for him. Frankly, he couldn't believe he WAS standing up for him. Something wasn't right, and all three knew it.
"Um, guys? Did the ray only work on us and our house, or…" Tom trailed off, leaving the other two to complete the thought. Without warning, Matt made a beeline to the living room window and looked out. Edd was too busy trying to open his cola by levering his hoof under the pop top. Tom followed Matt out, more slowly, and stood beside him at the window. Tom whistled.
"Wow…"
