Fonz in Equestria

>Dayyyyy in Equestria.
>You are Anonymous.
>Three months ago, you landed in a strange new world populated by intelligent ponies.
>No way home.
>No shared culture.
>No one knowing who or what you are.
>And this is without a doubt, the best thing to ever happen to you.
>Back on Earth, you had only one desire.
>To be Arthur Fonzarelli.
>You knew he was a character.
>It didn’t matter.
>You spent all your time practicing to be the Fonz.
>You attended parties as the Fonz.
>You were hired as a Fonz stand-in at parades.
>You even married people as Fonzy.
>But you knew you could never be the Fonz.
>No one could be the Fonz in a world that already idolized him.
>But Equestria was different.
>They had no idea who the Fonz was.
>And you were going to show them.
>
>Your greased hair shines in the sun as you pound away on your latest project.
>Well, your only project.
>A giant steel stallion, worthy of the Fonz.
>Unfortunately, it was currently just an enormous paperweight.
>Equestria had no need for internal combustion engines.
>No need for petroleum.
>No gas, no bike.
>But it still felt good to sit on.
“That’s enough for now.”
>Straddling the bike, you flip your sunglasses down and grin.
>This was the life.
>A soft purr interrupts your peaceful moment
>In the distance, a small plume of dust races towards you.
>“Hey!  Nonzy!”
“Scootaloo!  What’s up little filly?”
>She laughs as she stops on a dime.
>“Not too much.  I’m on my way to see the other Cutie Mark Crusaders.”
“Got a little time for the coolest cat in Ponyville?”
>“You know it!”

>She raps her hoof against the scooter, causing it to spin around behind her.
>And then poof, no scooter.
>She made you proud with that little move.
“You’ve been practicing I see.”
>She flashes you a grin.
>“Ayyyyy.”
>You both share a laugh.
>Scootaloo climbs up onto the bike and plops down in front of you.
>“Nonzy?”
“What’s up, squirt?”
>“Do you think I’ll ever get my cutie mark?”
>You frown a little and shrug.
“Well I don’t know too much about cutie marks, Scoots.  I suppose so.”
>“I really wonder sometimes.”
>You think for a moment, then pick the little Filly up and turn her to face you.
>“H-hey!  Nonzy!”
“Listen up, okay?”
>She frowns put nods a little.
“For a long time, I struggled to find my place, and then I found it here, somewhere I never even dreamed of.  Ponyville has been the nicest place I’ve ever met, and if I can live out my dream here, then I’m sure you’ll be able to find your cutie mark too.”
>Scootaloo is grinning.
>She wriggles out of your hands and launches herself at your neck.
>You feel her hooves tug tight around you, causing you to cough a little in surprise.
>“Nonzy, you’re the best!”
“You know it squirt.  Now get on to your friends, those cutie marks aren’t gonna find themselves.”
>Letting go of your neck, Scootaloo drops to the ground, and pulls the scooter from, well, you’re not sure where she keeps it.
>Another rap of the knuckles and she’s on board, wings revving up.
>“Stay cool, Nonzy.”
“Ayyyyy.”
>You wink, pointing your thumb and forefinger at the pegasus.
>The purring sound begins again as she speeds off into the distance.

>As you watch the dust settle, you are left with your thoughts.
>Bike work, while enjoyable, does not pay the bills.
>Maybe you could look for something in the teaching sector.
>Reach young minds.
>Look out for them
>Teach them the essence of cool.
>Smiling, you lean back on your bike.
>Yeah, that sounds like something Fonzy would do.