Dexter Pinkie Mashup

“Yes, yes!” the short red-haired boy cries out, eyes gleaming with delight behind his thick glasses.

“I just need to calibrate the dimensional detectors,” he comments to himself, wrenching a giant nut connected to various satellite dishes. He then turns to his humongous keyboard, entering various equations. “Then triangulate the trans-universal algorithms!”

Hitting enter, he stares with awe as the ginormous computer screen takes all the data and processes... processes... processes... DING!

“SUCCESS!” the young genius yells, jumping with purple gloved hands raised, knocking the seat back! “At last, my greatest creation is completed! With the Trans-Dimensional Extractor, I can seek out a mind such as mine, that needs to learn all the knowledge in the uni-verse! Dexter, you are a genius!”

The red-haired boy claps his hands and almost squeals as he rubs them together, entering in his search query: One that has the greatest thirst for KNOWLEDGE.

Dexter laughs quietly and licks his lips, gazing longingly at the big red button to start the machine, gloved hand dangling over it. Finally, this is it! He would have an equal to his monumental intellect at last!

“Kids, lunch!” a womanly voice called from beyond the laboratory's entrance.

Just like that, Dexter's belly grumbles audibly (and visually) beneath his labcoat, reaching to rub it. “I suppose I should eat a properly nourishing lunch before meeting another super genius,” the boy comments to himself, zipping away from the computer with the chair spinning in place.

Before the chair finishes its spin, a tall tutu-wearing shadow creeps up to the computer, looming over it with a big grin.

“Dee Dee, you know you aren't allowed in the laboratory,” a feminine computerized voice sounds as the girl's hands reach for the keyboard. The blonde-haired, pig-tailed ballerina basically ignores this aside from a 'shush,' blue eyes staring at the screen as she backspaces several characters before entering some new ones.

With that, Dee Dee giggles and runs off to lunch herself in fanciful bounces, leaving things exactly as Dexter had left them as they both get their afternoon nutrition.

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“Ooh, ooh, and this goes here!” the pink blur of a pony calls out, helping a burly stallion hoist a phoenix ice statue onto the table. She 'yays!' and claps her forehooves together following that with a giggle. “The decorations are all done!”

“It looks beautiful, Pinkie Pie,” the purple alicorn standing next to the table comments after sipping some punch.

“Oh yes! It is far more refined than your usual décor,” the white unicorn next to her adds in, brushing her own purple mane back. “You managed to portray each of the performance's stories very elegantly.”

“Hehe, well, Princess Celestia said she wanted it super-duper fancy!” Pinkie Pie explains before grabbing a tray with a regal-looking, fondant-covered castle and moving it to the table with little parasprite and pony soldier cupcakes.

“Shoot, you even have those windmills Donkey Hoté thought were dragons!” the orange pony says while gawking upward at the practically dragon sized decorations, hat tipped back with a hoof.

“Psh, how somepony could confuse a windmill for a dragon is way past me!” the rainbow-haired pegasus says with a snrk nearby. The little purple and green dragon standing by her snickers and nods in agreement, chomping early on some small gems.

“I-I don't know,” the yellow pegasus standing on the opposite side of the room from the 'monstrosities' says quietly. “The creaking wings could be roars if the wind was blowing hard enough. And they are... gulp... very, very big.”

“I know! It took me days to make it!” the pink pony goes on, setting up edible gypsy tents on the table near the windmill decorations. “After that, though, baking the goodies and sculpting the 'Phoenix Lake' thingy were easy-peasy!”

Pinkie Pie stands back from the grand set up, forehooves raising to look at her handiwork: decadent even with the streamers. The five other ponies and one little dragon stare as she suddenly zips off towards the kitchen, grinning wildly. Inside the kitchen, there are various clatters and giggles before everything stops.

The pink pony finally emerges, pushing a cart with a massive cake displaying an Earth pony mare and unicorn stallion kissing, the sight garnering gasps from the sextet waiting for her. Before they can even see her behind the giant thing, though, a purple flash happens combined with a noise similar to a whiplash. Following that, the cart seems to slow, ending up bumping the table with the ice phoenix, its driver nowhere to be found~

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“Ahaha, finally!” Dexter yells out as the smoke begins to clear and the machine's whirrs and buzzes start to die down. “Welcome, oh great and magnificent mind! Where are you from? What would you like to do first in our shared journey to ultimate knowledge??? I have many ideas!”

The young scientist stands in front of the pod, gazing at the form silhouetted by the smoke. “We could discover the secrets of the Kuiper cliff or even calculate the proper electric charge radius for the proton size puzzle or maybe....”

“Ooh, I love puzzles!” a high-pitched voice sounds before a pink pony comes flying out from the remnants of the smoke. “I have lots like crosswords and jigsaw and mazes and ooh! Ooh! I even have Ultimate Sodoku, hehe!”

“No, this cannot be!” Dexter shouts, staring at the prancing Pinkie Pie circling him with hands to either side of his head. “How could a fellow knowledge seeker be a mere pony?” Before he could continue that thought, though, a nearly incapacitating shriek comes from behind him before his sister grabs the pony in a tight hug.

“Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, are you a Pony Puff Princess?” Dee Dee squeals, making Pinkie Pie squeak as she clutches her fiercely.

“Hehe, I knows lots of princesses, but I'm not one,” the pink pony giggles out, easily latching her forelegs around the girl's neck. “I'm Pinkie Pie! And ooh, you look like the ballerinas I just saw!” she goes on, fiddling with her tutu.

“Ooh, princesses! And pie!” Dee Dee exclaims, twirling the pair and even sniffing Pinkie. “You smell tasty! And I'm Dee Dee and yes, I've been in lots of performances! In fact, I was just in Swan Lake this weekend!”

“Wow, that sounds really neat!” the pink pony replies in even brighter exuberance. “I just saw three with my best friends in the whole wide world! There was Donkey Hoté and Phoenix Lake and....”

“AHHHH!!!” the boy genius finally screams, covering his ears from the incessant girly rambling! How could this be? How could the biggest knowledge seeking mind in the universe (other than his own) be an annoying pony that acts just like his sister? Wait...

Dexter turns to the computer screen, staring up at the search parameters in utter horror - 'One that has the greatest thirst for FUN.' The young boy's face turns literally red as gloved hands slam onto the desk.

“DEE DEEEEE!” he calls out, turning to glare as his sister; however, she and the pink pony are gone!

“Computer, locate my stu-pid sister and that annoying pony,” he suddenly demands, turning back to the screen as it scans the laboratory.

Within a few seconds, two circles appear in an area far away from Dexter is. “Dee Dee and Pinkie Pie currently located near robot repository 3-B,” the computer relays to the small scientist.

Dexter jumps onto one of his nearby hover-carts, activating it and zipping off towards the area indicated by his computer. When he arrives, leaping from the vehicle to the ground, suddenly speechless as he stares at the scene. His sister is dressed in white and the pony is wearing equally ivory princely clothes, a group of robots wearing more tutus or manly clothing with one in particular wearing a black version of Dee Dee's.

“Hi-i-i-i Dexter!” the two girls in the middle of the group greet him, Pinkie dipping Dee Dee with a giggle before going upright again.

“What are YOU two doing?” the little scientist demands to know, pointing at the large crowd assembled. “They are not meant for your stu-pid girly games!”

“Dexter, you're just in time for the last act!” Dee Dee squeals, leaving Pinkie and springing over the scientist before suddenly picking him up.

“Hey, let me go!” Dexter yells in a flailing struggle before screaming as the tall girl throws him, the pink pony catching him in a swan position.

“We can make up a part for you even! It'll be super fun!” Pinkie Pie adds in, twirling the pair before stopping, Dexter on his tippytoe at the end of the pony's forehoof in the air with her in the same position on the ground below.

“No, no, no!” the young scientist declares, more flailing and making the pony below him wobble on that one hoof. “I do not have time for your moronic dancing right now! I need to get this pony back....”

“Hehe, that's fine! It's time for an intermission party anyways,” the pink pony goes on, suddenly flinging Dexter over into the arms of one of the robots as she zips off. She ends up standing in front of a rather large buffet of baked goods, clapping forehooves together. “Come on everypony, let's eat!”

Dee Dee and all the robots rush over, the one holding Dexter letting him drop to the ground with a grunt. The young scientist stares blankly at the spread before stomping over, wagging a finger at the scarfing pony.

“Where did you get all of this from?” he asks, looking at the almost literal mountain of food that his sister and the robots were eating. “And what are they eating? They do not even have mouths!” he goes on, pointing to the mechanical beings, putting various silvery-looking cupcakes into random holes in their bodies.

“Oh, some I had from backup treats for the party back on Equestria,” Pinkie Pie explains, getting another speechless stare from Dexter as she pulls a parasprite-shaped cake from her mane before eating it. “Ahnd da reft – gulp – I made from those!” She wags a forehoof towards some nearby machines, mostly destroyed and ripped apart.

“My machines,” the boy cries softly, falling to his knees as he gazes on the destruction. “Nooooo!” Mouth wide as he bawls for the loss of part of his precious laboratory.

“Aww, don't cry! There's plenty for everyone!” the pink pony declares with another giggle, reaching for one of those silvery cupcakes and shoving it in Dexter's mouth. “Everyone needs some for dancing or science-wience!” The young scientist ends up spitting out the 'treat' with nuts and bolts hitting the ground with metallic clanks.

“Pinkie, he doesn't want that!” Dee Dee points out after swallowing a red-speckled muffin. “He wants human food!”

“But he looks just like them!” Pinkie replies, gesturing to several of the short, red-topped, seemingly-eyeglasses-wearing robots somehow eating the metallic goodies she had made.

“Dee Dee, get out of my la-bor-a-tory!” Dexter yells after catching his breath from the robot 'food' he was made to eat. “And you, foolish pony, come with me!”

“Okay!” Pinkie easily agrees, but makes a honking noise as Dee Dee's hand pushes her back.

“Dexter, no! We still have more ballets to perform!” his sister points out before grabbing the pink pony, lifting her and running off with the latter going 'wheee!'

“Ooh, I must get them out of my lab,” Dexter frets to himself, looking at the damage they had already caused. “But how?” His pondering leads him to a devious idea, suddenly jumping on the hover-cart and heading to another part of the laboratory.

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“Yes, please, hurry!” Dexter pleads into the phone right before the ceiling explodes and a large, muscular, bearded black male lands beside him, wearing boots, tiger-striped pants, and a dark tanktop.

“Grr, where are those ponies at?” the rugged man asks, looking around with sternly staring eyes.

“Oh, Action Hank, thank you for coming!” the young scientist beams, clutching to the much taller man's leg before getting peeled off and held in the air by a big black hand.

“Of course, little man. Action Hank's always got time for a beard brother,” Action Hank nods before setting Dexter down, looking over to a commotion on the opposite side of some machines.

Dee Dee and Pinkie Pie have moved on to a new ballet, it seems, and the robots are applauding the end of a scene. This makes Action Hank growl and suddenly jump up over the devices, heading straight for the pair.

“Mind if I cut in?” the hero asks, coming down with a karate chop to the ground, making the two pink girls separate in opposite directions.

“Not at all!” the pony agrees, suddenly bouncing over and grabbing Hank's hands, doing a rapid twirl with him in place.

“Grr, then let me punch your dance card!” the man growls, suddenly taking one of his hands back before punching forward with a fist. Pinkie giggles in a duck, suddenly shoving forward and lifting the rugged hero up with both forehooves.

Before he can react, the pony twirls him in the air before flinging him towards Dee Dee, who holds out her arms to catch him but is just a few inches too short, Action Hank grunting as he lands on the metallic floor.

“Oops!” the tall girl giggles out before prancing over towards Pinkie Pie, jumping into a swan dive with the pony catching her much like she had the hero before her.

The battered Action Hank practically roars as he jumps up, charging towards the pair again. Pinkie throws Dee Dee up in the air just as he dives at them, missing the short pony and tumbling into a machine, sparks going off before electricity explodes from it. When the smoke clears, the big man is left blackened all over as he just stands there, the two girls starry-eyed at the fireworks.

“Huff... gonna make this... your final... dance,” the hero grunts out, raising his arm like he was going to try another punch before passing out then and there.

“Eep, are you okay?” Pinkie Pie asks, poking the passed out man's head.

“He'll be fine, he's Action Hank!” Dee Dee reassures, nudging the pony before giggling. “Let's take another intermission!”

“Okie-dokie-lokie!” Pinkie Pie laughs out, Dee Dee and her zipping off towards the big buffet of treats again. The pony returns with a cupcake, depositing it on Action Hank's head before running away again.

“No, how could Action Hank fail?” Dexter wails, another collapse to his knees with raised gloves.

The young scientist sighs, rubbing his temples before standing back up. “I know what I must do,” he says to himself before stomping off towards the Trans-Dimensional Extractor.

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“Ahem,” Dexter speaks into the microphone, small feedback from all of the lab's speakers before quiet again. “Oh no, whatever will I do with this magnificent – blech – pink dress?” he asks to himself (and the laboratory) in barely believable tone. “It's just perfect for stu-pid dances and parties, but....”

“Ooh, I wanna try it on first!” Dee Dee squeals running towards the lavish looking dress in the machine's pod with Pinkie right beside her.

“Hehe, sure!” the pony agrees with a random cartwheel along the way. Right before they reach the pod, though, Dexter jumps out, blasting Dee Dee with the immobilizer ray, Pinkie looking to it as she goes crashing into the pod.

“Computer, now!” the young scientist orders. The machine activates and a puff of purple smoke along with the sound of a whiplash occurs as the Pinkie Pie vanishes without a trace along with the dress. “Finally, phew,” he goes on, wiping his brow and shooting his sister with the beam again.

“Dexter! She was just about to teach me some of her other favorite pony games!” Dee Dee cries with a pouting lower lip.

“No, no more ponies!” her brother yells back, suddenly pulling a different ray gun from his labcoat and blasting the machine, causing it to explode!

“Gee, Dexter, you're such a party pooper,” Dee Dee responds with a huff, closing her eyes and starting to walk off.

Dexter scoffs and waves a gloved hand. “Please, that annoying pony was just doing random, stupid things and destroying my lab!”

Dee Dee blows a raspberry, then giggles. “You just need to saddle down and learn to horse around sometimes,” she goes on before zipping off, Dexter left with an unamused face and grumble.