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Smart Excuses
“Wait, I forgot my bags in the library!” said Sweetie Belle, coming to a halt.
“It’s those silly disguises,” said Scootaloo. “We worry so much somepony will see how ridiculous we are we forget everything else.”
“We’ll go ahead and prepare the clubhouse then,” said Apple Bloom.
With a nod, Sweetie Belle turned back, galloping to the library. In a jiff she was at the door, and knocked once. Then a second, and a third time..
“Anypony home?” she said as she slowly opened the door, before tiptoeing inside. From the table her saddlebags beckoned her; she decided to just take them, and later tell Twilight she only entered uninvited to get them…
A series of bumps coming from the second floor derailed Sweetie’s train of thought, making her eyebrows rise and her ears perk. Soon she could also hear voices, indistinct through the second story floor. While she pulled her saddlebags under her disguise, she looked from the outside door to the stairs up. Finally, curiosity winning over prudence, she traipsed up the stairs, stopping a hooflength from the second floor door.
“Can you be the teacher?” The voice sounded like…
“Of course, what did you expect, Spike? That I would be a nurse?” This voice was certainly Twilight’s, with a hint of giggles Sweetie wasn’t used to hear in her voice.
“Just checking. Can we start?”
“I’m ready whenever you are, my student,” said Twilight, her voice dripping honey.
“Great! What will you teach today, professor Twilight?”
“Anything you want. How about a trip to heaven?”
“Sure. We can use this then. But,” Spike’s voice quivered a little, “isn’t it too big?”
“The bigger the better. Though,” Twilight paused, whimsical, “we need to prepare it before.”
“How do I do that, professor? I never did it before.”
“Come on, it’s easy. You just have to be gentle. See,” said Twilight, her voice smooth as silk, “you just have to slide it slowly…”
“It’s all in!” came a yell in Spike’s voice, making sweetie stumble back and fall seated a few steps down the stair.
Loud bumps, and the sound of something heavy being dragged, came from the other side of the door. Sweetie backstepped but, failing to account for the curve of the stairs, bumped into the wall just as the door creaked open.
“Who…” Behind a somber pair of glasses, Twilight’s eyes narrowed. “Sweetie Belle?”
“I can explain!” Sweetie Belle lifted her head, noticing, besides the glasses, that Twilight had set her mane into a bun, though it was now slightly frazzled in a way that would drive Rarity up the walls. Curiosity lighted inside her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Well… I… We…”
“Twilight was showing me what she had planned for the next Twilight Time with you guys,” said Spike, opening the door fully and pointing to the telescope inside. “She just taught me how to fix the telescope.”
“Assemble,” said Twilight mechanically.
“Really?” said Sweetie Belle, her head tilting a bit, “It sounded like you were playing.”
“Learning is fun?” said Twilight in the middle of a dry laugh.
“But this is really fun! I bet Scootaloo will love learning how to assemble it, and looking at the stars is more fun than it looks!”
Twilight’s smile softened and spread to her eyes, as she nodded towards Spike and took over from her number one assistant. “It was going to be a surprise, but since you found out… How about a special Twilight Hour tomorrow night, just after moonrise?”
“Yeah! I can’t wait to tell Scootaloo and Apple Bloom! Thank you, Twilight!” said the filly, already racing down the stairs.
“Great save, Spike. And you are right, it will be a lot of fun teaching them astronomy. Hey, want to come too?”
“You betcha! Oh, and thank you for not telling her,” said Spike blushing.
“Well, it was you that solved it. I just got stuck, like…”
“Like when you forgot your report?” said Spike, filling Twilight’s pause.
“Yes,” said Twilight cringing, remembering the trouble she caused with her doll. “But it’s the last time I help you cover this, Spike. If you want to play school with Smarty Pants, why on heavens don’t you just go play with Sweetie and her friends?” A doll-sized schoolhouse floated from behind Twilight’s desk in her purple magical aura, soon joined by Smarty Pants, rising from his hiding place atop the telescope’s main lens.
“No way, I can’t tell them! I have my dragon pride!”
“It’s those silly disguises,” said Scootaloo. “We worry so much somepony will see how ridiculous we are we forget everything else.”
“We’ll go ahead and prepare the clubhouse then,” said Apple Bloom.
With a nod, Sweetie Belle turned back, galloping to the library. In a jiff she was at the door, and knocked once. Then a second, and a third time..
“Anypony home?” she said as she slowly opened the door, before tiptoeing inside. From the table her saddlebags beckoned her; she decided to just take them, and later tell Twilight she only entered uninvited to get them…
A series of bumps coming from the second floor derailed Sweetie’s train of thought, making her eyebrows rise and her ears perk. Soon she could also hear voices, indistinct through the second story floor. While she pulled her saddlebags under her disguise, she looked from the outside door to the stairs up. Finally, curiosity winning over prudence, she traipsed up the stairs, stopping a hooflength from the second floor door.
“Can you be the teacher?” The voice sounded like…
“Of course, what did you expect, Spike? That I would be a nurse?” This voice was certainly Twilight’s, with a hint of giggles Sweetie wasn’t used to hear in her voice.
“Just checking. Can we start?”
“I’m ready whenever you are, my student,” said Twilight, her voice dripping honey.
“Great! What will you teach today, professor Twilight?”
“Anything you want. How about a trip to heaven?”
“Sure. We can use this then. But,” Spike’s voice quivered a little, “isn’t it too big?”
“The bigger the better. Though,” Twilight paused, whimsical, “we need to prepare it before.”
“How do I do that, professor? I never did it before.”
“Come on, it’s easy. You just have to be gentle. See,” said Twilight, her voice smooth as silk, “you just have to slide it slowly…”
“It’s all in!” came a yell in Spike’s voice, making sweetie stumble back and fall seated a few steps down the stair.
Loud bumps, and the sound of something heavy being dragged, came from the other side of the door. Sweetie backstepped but, failing to account for the curve of the stairs, bumped into the wall just as the door creaked open.
“Who…” Behind a somber pair of glasses, Twilight’s eyes narrowed. “Sweetie Belle?”
“I can explain!” Sweetie Belle lifted her head, noticing, besides the glasses, that Twilight had set her mane into a bun, though it was now slightly frazzled in a way that would drive Rarity up the walls. Curiosity lighted inside her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Well… I… We…”
“Twilight was showing me what she had planned for the next Twilight Time with you guys,” said Spike, opening the door fully and pointing to the telescope inside. “She just taught me how to fix the telescope.”
“Assemble,” said Twilight mechanically.
“Really?” said Sweetie Belle, her head tilting a bit, “It sounded like you were playing.”
“Learning is fun?” said Twilight in the middle of a dry laugh.
“But this is really fun! I bet Scootaloo will love learning how to assemble it, and looking at the stars is more fun than it looks!”
Twilight’s smile softened and spread to her eyes, as she nodded towards Spike and took over from her number one assistant. “It was going to be a surprise, but since you found out… How about a special Twilight Hour tomorrow night, just after moonrise?”
“Yeah! I can’t wait to tell Scootaloo and Apple Bloom! Thank you, Twilight!” said the filly, already racing down the stairs.
“Great save, Spike. And you are right, it will be a lot of fun teaching them astronomy. Hey, want to come too?”
“You betcha! Oh, and thank you for not telling her,” said Spike blushing.
“Well, it was you that solved it. I just got stuck, like…”
“Like when you forgot your report?” said Spike, filling Twilight’s pause.
“Yes,” said Twilight cringing, remembering the trouble she caused with her doll. “But it’s the last time I help you cover this, Spike. If you want to play school with Smarty Pants, why on heavens don’t you just go play with Sweetie and her friends?” A doll-sized schoolhouse floated from behind Twilight’s desk in her purple magical aura, soon joined by Smarty Pants, rising from his hiding place atop the telescope’s main lens.
“No way, I can’t tell them! I have my dragon pride!”