Pink Pone and the Minor Irritant part 2

>“High atop the city of Pony Ville, the Pink Pone searches for wrong doings and evil so that she may nip them in the bud, garden party style. A thankless job but in her heart the Pink Pone knows it’s the only way to save this fair city from the overarching evils that plague it.”
>A sad looking orange filly trots over to the well Pinkies brooding on. “Pinkie? Have you seen Apple Bloom or Sweetie Bell?”
>Pinkie rubs her chin and frowns. “Sorry Scoots. I haven’t seen them all day.”
>Scootaloo sighs and  turns around. “Thanks anyway Pinkie.”
>Pinkie looks left and right before nodding to herself and flipping off the wells roof thingy, she lands behind Scootaloo and wraps her up in her cape.
>Scootaloo giggles as she bounces onto Pinkies back. “What are ya doing?!”
>Ignoring her giggles Pinkie jumps behind some nearby bushes, plopping Scootaloo on the ground before her she whispers. “Scoots! I need your help!”
>Scoots face lights up. “Really?! Are you a super hero? Can I help? We can go beat up super villains, bank robbers and bullies together!” Scoots shadow boxes, trying to impress upon Pinkie her amazing crime fighting skills.
>Pinkie jumps up and squees. “That’s perfect! I need a crime battling buddy! You have no idea how hard these evil riddles I keep getting are.”
>Scootaloo stops boxing and looks up to pinkie. “Riddles?”
>Pinkie whips out the Mayors cup of sugarsalt and scoops out the note within. “Good job Porky Pone” she stops reading. “Ouch these are getting harsh….. Riddle me this,  What do cows do for fun?” Pinkie slumps onto the ground in despair.  “I asked a bunch of cows and they were not very helpful at all.”
>Scoots laughs as she cupping her hooves in front of her mouth and yells. “They go to the mooovies.”
>Pinkie jumps up and slams her hooves together. “Of course….it was so obvious. Ok my little…..Orange Falcon you’re on the job.” Pinkie then grabs an orange costume and matching mask out of her utility bag.
>Dawning her new suit the Orange Falcon vaults herself back onto Pinkie back and strikes a pose. “To the movies!”

>At that very moment clear across town, Anonymous aka the Minor Irritant makes his way out of Sugar Cube Corner, carrying an armload of flour, sugar and other baking ingredients. Trailing behind him are his two newest evil hench fillies.
Looking back the Minor Irritant addresses his new troops. “Sour Bloom... Grating Bell… we have a great deal to get done today and little time to do it in. I want you both at the top of your game. Lemme see your game faces.”
>Sweetie Bell rawrs like a kitten and Apple Bloom can’t stop giggling long enough to say anything.
“We’re going to have to work on that…..”
>Sweetie Bell looks to Apple Bloom. “Where’s Scootaloo? She’d be all over getting a Cutie Mark as a hench filly.”
>Apple Bloom shakes her head. “I don‘t know….she probably finally caught Rainbow Dash and is making a day of it.”
>Sweetie Bells cries out in fear “But If she caught Rainbow then she might have gotten her pony catching cutie mark!”
>Apple Bloom looks confused. “Can that even be a cutie mark?”
>Sweetie nods. “It has to be! I bet all the guard ponies have it. For catching bad ponies.”
>Apple Bloom shakes her head. “Nah ….wait…. what does a guard ponies cutie mark look like?”
>Sweetie tilts her head and wonders. “I don’t know…they always wear all that fancy armor….”
Anon shakes his head. His hench fillies were a powerful force of irritation….a little too powerful. He interrupts them before they can get into another tirade. “Ok hench fillies, off to my place were we can get to work. We‘ll show this town the true fighting spirit of the Minor Irritant!”
>Both fillies cheer as Anon bursts out into another fit of evil laughter.

>Back to our heroes who have just arrived at the theatre.
>Scootaloo looks at Pinkie worriedly. “What do we do Pink Pone. I didn’t bring any bits with me today….”
>Pinkie smiles at Scootaloo. “Fear not Orange Falcon. I have a way inside….”
>Scoots eyes light up as she prepares to take in a Pink Pone secret technique.
>Pinkie sultrily trots up to the ticket vendor and throws her mane back while flashing a heart warming smile.
>The vendor, recognising her, smiles. “Pinkie! Anon said you were going to come by. Here’s your ticket. Oh and I see you have a little one with you today. Go on ahead. I don’t think anyone else is going to watch this movie anyway.”
>Puzzled, Pinkie looks at the ticket.
>Super Fillies: Filly Genius‘s six.
>The vendor nods his head and smiles. “Yep better get in there quick. Film will be starting up in about five minutes.”
>Scoots trots over. “What movie is Pinkie?” Looking into Pinkies horrified eyes Scoots shudders. “What…..what movie is it?”
>Steeling herself. Pinkie looks down at Scootaloo. “Orange Falcon….when you become a hero….you have to do some…..some very scary things….”
>Scoots gapes at her. “Wha…..what?”
>Pinkie grabs Scootaloo and jump kicks through the door to there theatre……though not before Scootaloo sees the title of the movie and shrieks out in terror.
>Scoots shakes her head repeatedly. “No no no no no no no…my friends are gonna laugh at me if they find out I came here not to mention if Silver or Tiara hear about this.”
>Plopping Scoots on the carpet with a squish and grabbing her shoulders Pinkie shakes the crap out of her. “We are going to get through this! We have five minutes to find the clue and get out of here!”
>Scoots still stuck fighting her inward demons just mumbles to herself. “Why do they even make these movies?”
>Dramatically leaping into action. Pinkie begins searching for the clue, under chairs, in garbage cans even the sticky goo in the rug.
>Time is of the essence as seconds quickly turn to minutes…
>The lights dim.
>Scootaloo begins franticly looking from left to right and in a high pitched voice squeaks. “Pinkie! The trailers are starting!”
>Pinkie tries her best not to think about the horror that is about to befall them. “Be strong Orange Falcon. This will not be our end, I swear….I Pinkie Pie swear it!” Doubt wracks her mind. How could she have brought a filly into this? What kind of monster is she?!
>Before she can berate herself anymore…..something catches her eye.
>Someone left a drink in there cup holder.
>There’s a picture of a cow on the side of it. A milkshake!
>Pinkie charges toward the shake. “I think I have it! We can get out of here!”
>Grabbing the shake Pinkie gallops toward the exit.
>Scootaloo yells shrilly behind her. “Pinkie! I…..I can’t move.”
>Coming to a sudden halt Pinkie looks behind her in horror. The trailers are over. The opening music is beginning to play. “No.” she  whispers.
>Galloping back in she finds Scootaloo stuck to the floor. Someone must have spilled there soda and candy and they’ve both dissolved into each other and become something akin to glue.
>Scootaloo looks up at Pinkie, eyes welling up with tears. “Don’t….you gotta get out of here. Its too late for me.”
>Pinkie rummages through her utility bag. She was completely unprepared for this kind of situation. “Its never too late” she says through gritted teeth as she grabs Scootaloo in a bear hug.
>Using all her strength, all her training, The Pink Pone pulls, tearing Scootaloo off the sticky carpet. “Its never too late to help a friend!” she screams before collapsing on the ground. Her strength gone.
>Pinkie gives Scoots a weak smile. “Go….you’ve gotta stop the Minor Irritant….so he can’t do this to anyone else…”
>The screen lights up as a baby filly comes into focus it stares dumbly at the camera as someone does a terrible job dubbing over her.
>Ignoring the movie and Pinkies final words, The Orange Falcon bites down on the Pink Pones cape and pulls with all her might, slowly moving the downed hero toward the exit. Using her hind hooves she kicks out, violently knocking the door open.
>Seeing them in trouble the ticket vendor rushes to there aid helping Scoots drag Pinkie out of the room before slamming the theatre door shut. “Ya that’s about as long as most ponies can watch that film…..”
>Scoots looks down into pinkie half lidded eyes and cries.
>Smiling Pinkie gently touches Scoots cheek. “Don’t cry Orange…you did it. You went in there a filly….” Pinkie is interrupted as she coughs. “and came out…..a mare.”
>Scoots rubs the tears out of her eyes and forces a smile. “I ….I did…didn’t I?”
>Still weak from her exertion the Pink Pone slowly rises to her hooves. “Lets get him for this.”
>Sniffling loudly, Scootaloo shuts her eyes and nods with vigour.

>At the evil headquarters of one Minor Irritant…the hench fillies toil over a pot of a dough.
>Apple Bloom looks over to Sweetie Bell. “This is mighty hard work.”
>Sweetie Bell nods. “Yep but it’ll all be worth it. These éclairs Mr. Anonymous and us are making are sure to be a great hit at the school bake sale.”
Anonymous walks up from behind them, his costume covered in flour and whipped cream. “That’s right my little hench fillies. I’m certain they’ll make a” he pauses for dramatic purposes before finishing in a low sinister voice. “Big splash.” Throwing his hands up in the air Anonymous laughs maniacally.
>Apple Bloom rolls her eyes. “He sure is jolly today.”
>Sweetie Bell smiles. “Well I guess charity just really makes him happy.”
>Ignoring Anons evil laughter they continue mixing the dough, completely unaware of his sinister intentions.

Éclair Beware? Find out next time!
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