Chapter 9: Work at the Acme Acres Country Club

Fifi and Furrball went back to school the next day. Mary Melody went to greet them. "Fifi, Furrball, I heard how both Elmyra and Sweetie broke into Fluttershy's house to try to kidnap you. Are you two all right?" asked Mary.

"We're fine," said Fifi.

"They never got a chance to reach Fluttershy's room thanks to Gary and Eevee," said Furrball.

"That's good to know," said Mary.

"Even eef Elmyra's parents pay bail, she's gonna be een biggair trouble zan she was before," said Fifi.

"Yeah, considering what she did was attempted break in. And Sweetie will probably be suspended from Acme Loo too," said Furrball.

"By ze way, Fluttershy asked ze Acme Acres Country Club eef I could play ma harp to entertain customers. I guess she wants to help show everybody how good of a harp playair I am. And who knows, I may attrahct potential skunk hunks weeth my music," said Fifi.

"That's great," said Mary.

Later that night, it was time for Fifi's first performance on stage at the Acme Acres Country Club.

"Ladies and gentletoons. For tonight's entertainment, Fifi La Fume playing her harp," said an Announcer. Everybody clapped as Fifi appeared on stage with her harp. She dressed formally for the performance too. The purple skunkette wore a pink dress with a sweetheart neckline along with pink lipstick & eyeshadow and blush. After taking a bow, she sat down and began to play music on the harp. The music Fifi played was beautiful, very beautiful. Fluttershy and her family happened to be having dinner at the restaurant too. Furrball was present too. He blushed not just because Fifi looked pretty in a dress, but also because of how beautiful the music was. After playing the song, everybody clapped and cheered.

"Merci, merci," said Fifi. She began to blow kisses at the audience. After the performance, Fifi met up with Fluttershy and her family.

"Fifi, that was beautiful," said Fluttershy.

"I didn't think a skunk like you could play such beautiful music," said Mr. Shy.

"Merci," said Fifi. She turned to Furrball.

"That was a beautiful performance you've given, Fifi," said Furrball.

"Merci, Furrbahll," said Fifi.

"And Fifi, that's actually a pretty dress you're wearing tonight," said Furrball. Fifi blushed.

"Oh you're too kind. Pink was always my color, since eet's a color of love," said Fifi. Suddenly, Fifi kissed Furrball on both cheeks, leaving his cheeks stained with pink lipstick marks. Furrball blushed bright pink, causing Fifi to giggle.

"Why'd you kiss both cheeks?" asked Furrball.

"French keesseeng. Eet's tradition for ze French to keess both cheeks," said Fifi.

"I see," said Furrball.

Over the next couple of nights, Fifi continued to amaze customers with her harp playing. One day, two customers named the Buttfields came to the Acme Acres Country Club. They were overweight humans with abnormally sized butts, hence their last names. Mr. Bottomly and Mrs. Fanny were the hardest to please customers. Around that time, Plucky and Buster were working at the Country Club too. The Buttfields ordered Canard A La'orange and Plucky took their order right away. But when he got to the kitchen, Plucky is shocked to find out from chef Pete Puma that Canard a La'orange is roast duck in orange sauce. The Buttfields were outraged of being stalled since Plucky didn't want to get eaten. But after noticing Buster delivering some carrots to the Country Club, he tried to goat them that they should have roast rabbit instead in order to save his own skin. The Buttfields acceptingly changed their mind. As Plucky put Buster on a plate, Chef Pete put Plucky in a pot full of orange sauce and cooked him. Buster distracted Pete and rescued Plucky, but was still angry at him for trying to cook him. Plucky told him about the cannibalistic Buttfields. Then, Buster got an idea. In the break room, Fifi was brushing her tail when Buster and Plucky approached her.

"Fifi," said Buster.

"Oui, Buster?" asked Fifi.

"We need your help with something," said Buster.

"And what would zat be?" asked Fifi.

"You see, we're having trouble with these two customers called the Buttfields, who are very hard to please," said Buster.

"Why are zey hard to please?" asked Fifi.

"You see, first they ordered Canard a La'orange, which is actually roast duck in orange sauce. But that would involve trying to cook me," said Plucky.

"And Plucky tried to goad them into having roast rabbit, which would involving cooking me," said Buster.

"And what does ziss have to do weeth moi?" asked Fifi.

"We need your help to scare them away," said Plucky.

"And how am I supposed to pull zat off?" asked Fifi.

"Here's what we're going to do," said Buster. He began to whisper his plan to Fifi. Very soon, Buster and Plucky began to put their plan in action. Plucky brought a food tray with a cover to the Buttfields' table. Plucky chuckled.

"Dinner, madame," said Plucky. The Buttfields began to drool and pant. The green duck put the platter on the table. Buster then appeared.

"But first, let us present ze finest French delicacy een ze house, an aromatic feast we call . . . ," said Buster, doing a fake French accent. He lifted up the food to cover to reveal, Fifi La Fume. " . . . Skunkette ala Fifi," said Buster. The Buttfields' eyes widened in horror when they saw it was live skunk. Fifi then kissed Mr. Bottomly on the nose. The Buttfields ran off, with their chairs still attached to their butts. Buster and Plucky had gas masks on. Fifi sniffed herself before she shrugged.

"Gee, I hope they wanted that to go," said Plucky.

Fifi later went back home and told Fluttershy about how she scared off the Buttfields. Fluttershy couldn't help but laugh. "Oh Fifi," said Fluttershy, shaking her head.

"But anyway, tomorrow ees going to be a big day tomorrow. From what I heard, we're going to have a new student joining us een class. I hope he or she ees friendly," said Fifi.

"I hope so too," said Fluttershy.


Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, which adapts the ending of "Buttering the Buttfields". Next chapter will introduce a new student, who'll add more comedy to the story . . .