Me, and arco iris, arco-íris Dash got all of our stuff into our new home. Then she told me why you shouldn't eat bolo de copo on Sunday.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: A few weeks ago, a pónei, pônei was eating a bolinho, queque on Sunday, then something horrible happened.
Scootaloo: What was it?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: She got attacked por some human named Jeff The Killer.
Scootaloo: Jeff The Killer?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: He's this guy from some pathetic type of fã fiction called Creepy Pasta. The fanfic itself was named Jeff The Killer.
Scootaloo: He got a fanfic named after himself?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Yeah, but it's really boring, and no one cares about it. Anyway, Jeff saw the pónei, pônei eating a cupcake, and he decided to turn her into one. Just before she died, Jeff told the pónei, pônei to go to sleep.
Scootaloo: What the heck?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: I know. It's terrible.
Scootaloo: Not that, I'm angry with where you put my scooter. *Goes to the scooter, and moves it away from the flatscreen TV* It shouldn't be leaning on that TV.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: What did you think about that story I told you?
Scootaloo: I think it's a rumor you, and Pinkie made up to scare me. Save that for Nightmare Night, will you?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Okay, if you don't believe me, it's your loss.
I never did believe arco iris, arco-íris Dash, then I looked at the calender. Tomorrow was a Sunday, so I decided to get a cupcake, and see what happened.
seguinte morning, I woke up. I wanted to eat a cupcake, and see if arco iris, arco-íris Dash's story was true, but I couldn't do it with her watching me. I waited until she was watching television.
Scootaloo: arco iris, arco-íris Dash? *Taking money from her suitcase*
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: *Watching ponies fly airplanes* Yeah, what's up?
Scootaloo: I'm going to ride my scooter. I'll see you later.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Alright. Have fun.
Scootaloo: *Gets on her scooter, and rides away*
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Wait a second!!
Scootaloo: What?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Nothing, it was just something I saw on the television.
Scootaloo: *Leaves the house*
The bolinho, queque factory was right across the rua from where I lived, but if I told arco iris, arco-íris Dash I was riding my scooter, she would assume that I was far away.
Scootaloo: *Leaves her scooter por a fogo hydrant, and enters the bolinho, queque factory*
Pinkie Pie: Guten tag. What can I get you?
Scootaloo: A cupcake.
Pinkie Pie: But it's a Sunday. Are you sure about that?
Scootaloo: Just get me the bolinho, queque dummkauf!!
Pinkie Pie: *Gasps* No one has ever cursed to me in my own language. *Grabs a cupcake, then becomes happy again* Enjoy.
Scootaloo: Danke.
Pinkie Pie: Yay! You thanked me in my own language! This makes me feel very happy. *Bounces away*
All you gotta do to make Pinkie Pie get on your good side, and leave you alone is to speak German, her language. She gets very happy, and leaves to let you do whatever you want.
Scootaloo: *Eating a cupcake*
Ponies: DON'T EAT bolo de copo ON SUNDAY!!
Jeff The Killer: *Arrives*
Scootaloo: Uh oh.
And that was the last time I ever saw anything again. In other words, I died.
The End............
Scootaloo: Whoa whoa whoa wait a second!!! *Walks in front of the end* It's obviously not the end. How can I die, and stay alive to narrate the rest of the story? Think people!!! But, this is the end of part 2. Part 3 will be coming soon.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: A few weeks ago, a pónei, pônei was eating a bolinho, queque on Sunday, then something horrible happened.
Scootaloo: What was it?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: She got attacked por some human named Jeff The Killer.
Scootaloo: Jeff The Killer?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: He's this guy from some pathetic type of fã fiction called Creepy Pasta. The fanfic itself was named Jeff The Killer.
Scootaloo: He got a fanfic named after himself?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Yeah, but it's really boring, and no one cares about it. Anyway, Jeff saw the pónei, pônei eating a cupcake, and he decided to turn her into one. Just before she died, Jeff told the pónei, pônei to go to sleep.
Scootaloo: What the heck?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: I know. It's terrible.
Scootaloo: Not that, I'm angry with where you put my scooter. *Goes to the scooter, and moves it away from the flatscreen TV* It shouldn't be leaning on that TV.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: What did you think about that story I told you?
Scootaloo: I think it's a rumor you, and Pinkie made up to scare me. Save that for Nightmare Night, will you?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Okay, if you don't believe me, it's your loss.
I never did believe arco iris, arco-íris Dash, then I looked at the calender. Tomorrow was a Sunday, so I decided to get a cupcake, and see what happened.
seguinte morning, I woke up. I wanted to eat a cupcake, and see if arco iris, arco-íris Dash's story was true, but I couldn't do it with her watching me. I waited until she was watching television.
Scootaloo: arco iris, arco-íris Dash? *Taking money from her suitcase*
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: *Watching ponies fly airplanes* Yeah, what's up?
Scootaloo: I'm going to ride my scooter. I'll see you later.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Alright. Have fun.
Scootaloo: *Gets on her scooter, and rides away*
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Wait a second!!
Scootaloo: What?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Nothing, it was just something I saw on the television.
Scootaloo: *Leaves the house*
The bolinho, queque factory was right across the rua from where I lived, but if I told arco iris, arco-íris Dash I was riding my scooter, she would assume that I was far away.
Scootaloo: *Leaves her scooter por a fogo hydrant, and enters the bolinho, queque factory*
Pinkie Pie: Guten tag. What can I get you?
Scootaloo: A cupcake.
Pinkie Pie: But it's a Sunday. Are you sure about that?
Scootaloo: Just get me the bolinho, queque dummkauf!!
Pinkie Pie: *Gasps* No one has ever cursed to me in my own language. *Grabs a cupcake, then becomes happy again* Enjoy.
Scootaloo: Danke.
Pinkie Pie: Yay! You thanked me in my own language! This makes me feel very happy. *Bounces away*
All you gotta do to make Pinkie Pie get on your good side, and leave you alone is to speak German, her language. She gets very happy, and leaves to let you do whatever you want.
Scootaloo: *Eating a cupcake*
Ponies: DON'T EAT bolo de copo ON SUNDAY!!
Jeff The Killer: *Arrives*
Scootaloo: Uh oh.
And that was the last time I ever saw anything again. In other words, I died.
The End............
Scootaloo: Whoa whoa whoa wait a second!!! *Walks in front of the end* It's obviously not the end. How can I die, and stay alive to narrate the rest of the story? Think people!!! But, this is the end of part 2. Part 3 will be coming soon.