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Bevis & Butthead in Equestria
You are Pinkie Pie
And it is officially the start of a new day.
Time for a whole new set of birthdays!
Without a second thought, you launch yourself from the bed and trot towards the bathroom.
After a robust bout of shower show tunes, followed by an elegant tango with your towel, you see to breakfast for yourself and Gummy.
Then, its off to another fun filled day of living the party-pony lifestyle.
As you bounce into town, however, you get sidetracked by a brilliant flash of light.
Approaching with all the caution of a speeding semi, you notice them before they notice you.
Quite unlike anything youve ever seen before, with long, gangly limbs, and enormous heads.
They chuckle back and forth at each other as they sit, perched on a brown couch.
One with an obviously forced laugh, low and slow.
The other struggling to keep his boundlessly high cackle in check.
This strange ritual continues for a long while, until you approach.
Huu huu huu
Huu huu, lookit Mous, its a talking pink horse.
You cant help but giggle a little at that.
You silly filly, Im not a horse, Im a pony!
Heh, heh, pony poniiiiiiiiiiieee. Pony!
The laughing ritual begins again, and you join in this time, bouncing in place.
Im Pinkie Pie, who are you?
Huu, Im Anon, and this is Mous.
The mouth breather with the low voice speaks for the pair.
So, howd you two get to Ponyville?
He lets out another wheezing breath.
We were sitting on our couch. And now were here.
Again with the chortling.
Truth be told, youre getting a little weirded out.
Something isnt quite right with these two.
Heh, heh, hey! Show us your boobies!
Huu huu, yeah. Lets seem them tittaes.
You blush, scratching the back of your head with a hoof.
Gee, I dunno. I mean, you guys are new here and Id like to make you feel welcome but
They begin to chant do it out of sync with one another, pounding on the side of the couch.
Okay okay okay!
Sighing, you stand and put your hooves down at your side.
Silence descends as the two strange creatures eye you.
The sensation of their eyes roving your body causes you to flinch a little.
It bothers you to the point where you feel your own eyes clench shut.
Uh, where are they?
Yeah! Chesticles! We want chesticles!
Turning redder still, you lower your hooves to your crotch and make a pointing motion.
Quiet once again makes itself known.
You take a chance to crack open one eyelid.
Your other eye follows suit, and soon you find yourself back with all four hooves on the ground.
Um, guys, you okay?
The energetic one grunts.
Let us never speak of this, again. Change the channel.
Snapped out of his daze, Mous pulls out a grey rectangle and pushes a button.
The couch and its residents shimmer for a moment before they disappear from view.
Well, that was weird.
Shrugging, you trot off to your first celebratory stop of the day.
It was a weird way to start the day.