"No-no-no-no-no! Not that one! I tell you, not that one!"

"Why? Look, the reaction's on!"

"That's what I'm afraid of... Run!"

BOOM!

Derpy, who had stopped by the tree next to the Turners' garage to try and deduce what had been going on there, suddenly found herself hanging on the branch about four meters high from the ground. Oh greatness... - she thought, having glanced down.

"Just ace!" sounded from the side where the garage was, and Derpy turned her head, trying not to thing about her aching fingers still clutching the branch. There were Riddler Turner and a winged girl in rock-styled outfit, both covered in soot or its relative. There had been a narrow escape, that's for sure: even the garage's doors were now blackened from the inside.

"Yes, Killershot, ace!" Riddler teased. "I agree with your passion for explosive chemicals, but can you imagine what Dandy will do when he realizes WHO did it?"

"Will he?" Killershot grinned and flapped her wings, the color of which matched the color of her pony-tailed light brown hair and tail. "I remember he doesn't have these!"

"But he has magic and can easily get you with it... Derpy? What are you doing up there?"

"Studying the patterns of these leaves", Derpy replied. "Whatever do you think, Riddler, I'm stuck!"

This was over in a mere moment: her fingers finally gave up, and she flopped onto the ground. Luckily it wasn't too painful - her clumsy wings did help.

"Now not stuck", Killershot commented. "Did you see the explosion? Pure perfection, eh?"

Riddler rolled his eyes:

"Don't mind her, Derpy, she's a bit off when it comes to things that go fiery, damaging and..."

He was interrupted by the sound of hurried steps from the inside of the house.

"...loud". Upon this Riddler and Killershot darted away just in time not to be caught by Dandy, who flew out of the front door, ready to give them a nice punishment: his mage's bump was glittering, and this meant he was prepared to use it. But it quickly "switched off".

"You just look at this. Bet all my samples are broken... That's Killershot! It's her script! One day I'll surely get her!.."

The Turners are not the only unusual people around here, Derpy thought.

Some day later Derpy was riding her bike, delivering the mail, when she found there was chaos in the Turners' garage again. Having decided to finish her task first - whoever knows how much time the situation would take? - Derpy made herself ride on. But her curiosity played its part: she mixed some of the letters because she was thinking about what was going on in the Turners' place... luckily she found the confusion out and corrected it before anyone could have found out. I only lost time, Derpy thought to herself angrily.

The mess wasn't over when Derpy returned. But now it was in the house, while the poor garage held tracks of something far worse than the previous explosion, and two Turners - Shade and Time - were attempting to get rid of it. The first was cross, while the second was accepting his fate.

"Hi boys, was that an atom bomb?" Derpy wondered, having chained her bike to the house's peril.

"It was a very Hobo catastrophe", Shade replied through clenched teeth.

"No, it wasn't, big bro", Time objected. "It's cuz of Killershot's explosion some days ago. Apart from breaking the test tubes, it managed to mix some chemicals, and Dandy's magic must've influenced them in a peculiar way..."

Derpy raised her right brow, but the answer was quick to follow: Dandy rolled onto the house's steps, clutching something squirming in his grasp. Despite his being the fittest and perhaps physically the strongest of all Turners, this "fight" must've been tough for him - his "candy floss" ash-colored hair was sticking in all direction, while his tail lacked one of its locks and his face was red with tension.

"I knew you're a crazy soul, Hobo, but I'm going to get tired of taming you, undergrown mustang", Dandy panted, and the creature in his arms stopped arching, twisting and turning. "Promise you won't escape?"

"Yes..."

The creature was released. No, it wasn't a mustang, that was a really sarcastic comment. This was more like a pony. A very cartoonish pony. It was as high as Derpy's waist, with long thin neck and legs and with a small muzzle, almost half of which was occupied by hugest blue eyes. Its fur was light grey and all uneven and messy around its hooves, while its mane (which wasn't a normal mane at all - it was more of a human bowlcut) and tail (a true ponytail style!) were jet-black. In addition, its back was adorned by a pair of wings.

"I told you I won't escape", the pony noticed, twirling its tail impatiently.

"Let me explain. That brat Killershot got all my liquids mixed up, and today this little sneak was fooling around in the garage, and then..."

"DANDY!" the pony yelped, flapping its huge ears. "I'm older than you!"

"And you see the result. Hobo the mythical creature", Dandy finished, paying no attention to his brother's mood. He knew that it would switch from furious to cheerful in a mere second without even pausing.

"Hobo the mythical creature? Wonder what he would be?" sounded from behind the fence.

Hobo attempted to facepalm, having completely forgotten about his new limbs:

"Oh crumbs, I forgot about him..."

The next moment the fence door was open, and a dark-topped lad just a year or a bit more older than Derpy scampered into the garden, completely okay with the fact that he was wearing a genuine red kilt apart from a loose white shirt and well-worn shoes. At first Derpy thought he was an ordinary, but then it came out that he was winged - his red wings with black and yellow feathers there and here were folded and firmly pressed to his back, therefore almost invisible from the front.

"If I were to make Hobo a mythical creature, I would've made him a dwarf or a..." The lad stopped next to Hobo, who narrowed his eyes at him. "What - is - that?"

"Believe me or not, but this is your best friend, Thistles", Dandy informed in a casual tone.

Totally fitting name, Derpy thought. Thistles!

"Hobo... what happened?" the lad marvelled. "Did any of you master the transformation magic?.."

"Of course not!" Hobo yelled. "I'll give you two hints: Killershot and Dandy!"

Thistles's lower lip trembled:

"Hobo, you're just... oh hee hee hee... you're so... baaaaaah hahahahahaha!" The speech drowned in the attack of helpless laughter which made him fold in two. Even Shade at the background chuckled, which took place rarely enough.

Hobo blew raspberries at him and trotted back to the garage, which made Dandy rush there before he could get inside first.

"Pegasus Hobo is mixing the potion while Thistles is dying with laughter and Shade is finally made laugh forcibly. Nothing more is going to surprise me", Time finished.

A/N: Time for more characters to play. Killershot and Thistles are the counterparts of Ace and Jamie respectively.