My Fluffies and Me - Extra Chapter 1: Spaghetti Land

>“Dahdeh! Dahdeh! Come see!”
>You sigh. You’ve put a Disney DVD on your old laptop and left it in the safe room, hoping to keep your fluffies occupied for a couple of hours. Less than five minutes later, and they’ve been already calling you.
>You put on pause the movie you’ve been watching – the BD version of “Videodrome”. Not something you’d make your fluffies watch, in other words – and go open the door of the safe room.
>“What’s happening here?!”
>Your three fluffies looks absolutely ecstatic: Pink Floyd is running in circles, shouting: “SKETTI WAND! SKETTI WAND!” at the top of her tiny lungs; Deep Purple is sitting on the ground, crying and babbling: “Sketties fo’ ev’wyfwuffy… no mo’ hungwy fowevah…”; and Echoes just stands there, looking at the computer screen with mesmerized eyes and a trickle of drool on his muzzle.
>You look at the laptop, confused. Apparently, the fluffies somehow managed to open Youtube, and the video they were watching is called…
>Spaghetti Land Commercial – Ten Hours Loop?! The hell?!
>On the small screen of the computer, a red, green and yellow flag with a plate of spaghettis in the middle waves, while a chorus of fluffy voices – or really good imitators – is singing:
>“Pwease take to Sketty Wand
>Take to Sketty Wand
>Wuv aww mums an’ dahdes
>Dat take to Sketty Wand!”
>The song is followed by a human voice explaining that a place called “Spaghetti Land” – an amusement park for fluffies of some sort, apparently – has been opened in Cleveland, Ohio. After a few seconds, the commercial starts from the beginning, the squeaking voices of the singing fluffies filling the safe room once again.
>You immediately close the video. No way you’re gonna listen to that stupid song more than once.
>And who the hell created a ten hours loop video? Whoever they are, they’ve probably violated the Geneva Convention on tortures…
>“Nuuuuuuuuuu!”. Pink Floyd immediately stops running and starts bawling. “Wan’ mo’ Sketty Wand song!”
>Deep Purple comes closer and hugs your leg, her wings buzzing frantically. “Dahdeh, Puwpwe gud fwuffy?”.
>You pat her head. You know where this is going. “Sure you are, Purple”.
>“An’ Echoes an’ Pink gud fwuffy too?”
>“Yeah, you’re the best fluffies a daddy can ask for”.
>The mare pegasus’ eyes sparkle in anticipation. “D-den dahdeh take fwuffy to… Sketty Wand?”.
>“Sketty Wand, Sketty Wand!”, Echoes repeats, nodding vigorously.
>You sigh again.
>”Sorry guys, but we can’t go there”.
>The three fluffies start crying at the exact same moment. It’s kinda creepy.
>Well, Pink Floyd throws a full-blown tantrum, falling on her back and flailing her stubby legs madly. “Pink wan’ go to Sketty Wand! Why meanie dahdeh no wan’? Pink wan’ sketties! Wan’ huggies, wan’ pway wif otha’ fwuffy!”
>“You can have those very same things here at home, Pink. Don’t be a bad fluffy”, you reply firmly.
>”Nuuuuuuu! P-Pink no bad fwuffy! Dahdeh b-bad dahdeh, no take Pink to Sketty Wand!”
>Deep Purple looks at you with puppy eyes. “Pwease dahdeh, take fwuffy to Sketty Wand! Fwuffy pwomise be gud, awways wissen to dahdeh, no make bad poopies no mo’!”.
>Third sigh in a row.
>”I’d really love to take you all to this… Spaghetti Land or whatever, but the problem is that we can’t go there! Just give me a moment, I’ll show you why”.
>When you return to the safe room a couple of minutes later, Deep Purple and Echoes are tightly hugging a still crying Pink Floyd. The two look at you with saddened, disapproving eyes.
>”Here! Look at this!”. You show them something you dug out from the bottom of your wardrobe: a globe your parents bought you when you where in middle school.
>Pink Floyd, that notoriously has the attention span of a cutlet, instantly forgets about Spaghetti Land. “Dahdeh haf new baww! Gif baww to Pink, Pink wan’ pway kick new baww!”
>“You can’t kick it, this is one of daddy’s balls”. Oh, God, that came out really wrong. “I mean, it’s not a toy…”. You make the globe spin. “This is… the world we live on”.
>Deep Purple chuckles. “Siwwy dahdeh, dat baww too wittwe to wive on!”
>Eyes to the ceiling. Okay, let’s try another approach. “You’re right, Purple, this is not the real world. You’re very smart!”.
>“Thankies dahdeh! Puwpwe smawty fwuffy! Can haf’ cookie?”.
>“Maybe later. Now listen carefully, you three: this ball is like… a picture of the world. You know what a picture is, right?”.
>Pink Floyd raises one of her front hooves. “Pink know piccha! Pink make piccha! Piccha wif’… wif’ Pink! An’ dahdeh, an’ Echoes, an’ Puwpwe… A-an’ sketties, an’ baww, an’…”.
>“Thank you, girl, that’s enough. Okay, so… this is a picture of the world, okay?”.
>“Otay dahdeh!”, they reply. You doubt they actually understood what you’re trying to explain – especially Pink Floyd – but whatever.
>“So… here’s where Spaghetti Land is”. You point at a random part of the US. “And here’s where we live”. You show them the UK. “See? There’s a big water in the middle! It’s too big even for daddy to cross!”. You even manage to produce what you think your fluffies would believe to be a scared face (to a human, you’d probably look constipated).
>”Nuuuuuu! Big wawa bad fo’ fwuffy!”, Pink stares at the globe in shock, her hooves on her mouth. “No wan’ go to Sketty Wand no mo’!”.
>“No wan’”, Echoes dutifully replies.
>“Sketty Wand stinky pwace!”, Deep Purple adds. “Onwy bad fwuffy go dere, Puwpwe know!”.
>Phew. That was surprisingly easy.
>“Okay, guys, now… who want some good spaghettis?”.
>Cheers, huggies and love are given.
>When twenty minutes later you return to the safe room with three steaming plates of pasta, you’re greeted by the strangest of the sights: Echoes somehow managed to climb on top of the globe without breaking it or himself, and just stays there, like he’s waiting for something. He then looks at you with the happiest grin on his muzzle. “Echoes king of da wowd!”, he exclaims, before falling off the globe and landing on a nearby blanket.
>You shake your head.
>Why did you even let them watch “Titanic”, last week?