MYMC05E6: Nightmare on Mane Street Reaction Script (D-ii): 🎉NMN Party Time🎉

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Izzy Moonbow: Now, do I need more lights on the left side or is it more frightening if they’re uneven?

Or… Oh, oh! Maybe I pile on all the lights on the left and leave nothing for the right!

Pumpkin Colt: No no no no no!! How about we pile it half of them on the roof—??

Pumpkin Filly: And spread the rest all over the grass??!

Pipp Petals: Welcome, ponies one and all, to the spookiest Frighthouse where you’ll have a ball!

Thinker: Please don’t stand around and wait by the door!

This place is a wonder that everypony will DIE for!

MWhahahahaha!!

(Spooky Frighthouse noises)

Airship Mare: (Plays siren noises from her airship costume) Careful not to trot in the restricted areas! I got enough cannon ordnance to blast y’all to queendom come, I’m serious!

Feel free to check out everything the ponies have for you. HAVE FUN!!!

Thinker: Pssst, oi! Keep anypony from entering the quarters in the second floor, while I go converse with our new shareholders!

Alright, you keep track on our friends, I’ll keep track on ponies who trespass on the restricted areas.

Zipp Storm: Agh! No! Why… did I… [muttering] …

(Drone ghost unable to move)

Airship Mare: OH consarnit!! There’s still sticky fly paper hangin’ around?!! WHY hasn’t that been removed––

UUHHHH––I MEAN––how y’all enjoyin’ yerselves in the Frighthouse, folks??!
 DON’T mind the trapped ghost here! It’s—uhhhhh—meetin’ up with a giant spider friend for some—SPPOOOKKY TTTEEAAAA TIIMMEE!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Zipp Storm: —very real ghost who’s glitching so much, it’s spoooooky!

Uh, why’s the drone stuck?

Airship Mare: SSHHHHHH, don’t ruin the illusion!!

Sunny Starscout: So, how’s everypony enjoying the traditional “Petrifying Pomme Fruit Feast”?

Space Professor: AND the sparkling apple cider I had brewed from my MAD SCIENCE LAB?!

I WOULD tell you how I did it—but then I’ll have to THROW YOU IN to my vat!! HAHAHAHAHAH!!!

Sunny Starscout: [laughs, snorts] “Pomme fruit” is another word for apples—-

Space Professor: YES YES, Miss Starscout!! Everypony knows the pomme-pomme joke!

—which are being consumed in the exact wrong way!
[clattering]

Space Professor: It’s NOT a cracker stick, you overbiting idiot!!

[Dishes clattering]

Space Professor: HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY!!! Watch the dishes, you morons! I JUST cleaned those!!!

No no no no no! Not the kitchen. I thought everypony was having fun.

Space Professor: Don’t just stand there! Clean it up!!

Alright, Professor! Ok, everypony,bClean up time. (Helping Sugar Moonlight and the Snowflake Pony clean up the mess that they made)

Space Professor: SPROUT!!! The trash can’s over here! I don’t need you RUININ’ Miss Starscout’s home a SECOND TIME!!!

Uggggh, explain to me why we invited him over again??

I thought Sprout changed for the better.

Space Professor: He will if you make him pick it up, or else he’s not getting any dessert!

Right. Sprout, pick up your trash, or else no dessert tonight.
Sprout: Why?
Because Profesor says so.
Sprout: Can you at least show me the trash can first?
It’s over there.
Sprout: Ok, thanks.

(sighs in relief) Alright Professor, I helped Sprout pick up his trash. Now I’m going to see how Pipp is doing.

Sunny Starscout: Pipp! Didn’t you promise to guide the ponies through the house so it wasn’t a free-for-all?!

Space Professor: And WHERE the HAY is your BUTLER??!! Is he fraternizing with the social media influencers to issue more shares of Mane Melody again??!

Sunny Starscout: This isn’t anything like how it used to be when I was a filly!

Space Professor: Strangely enough, this IS how it looks like back when I was a colt, right before the Great Split. Guess we both live in radically different worlds, huh Sunny?

Sunny Starscout: Pipp! Pipp?

Space Professor: OH PPRRIIINNCCEEEESSSSS!!!!!!! Please tell me she’s not stuck on the web again, and I’m not talkin’ about the decorations…

Sunny Starscout: Hmm… I wonder what task she’s so focused on now.

Space Professor: HEY NO ROUGH HOUSING IN THE KITCHEN!!! This is a fright house, NOT a pub house!

AND WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT ALREADY??! What the HAY is with you and your obsession with STICKS??!! Were you not nurse-fed properly as a foal back then??!

Don’t worry, Sunny and Professor, I’ll look for them.

Space Professor: You better! And while you’re at it, how’s about you act as our local bouncer to throw out anypony making a ruckus, starting with THESE buck brawlers over there??

That’s a great idea, Professor! I especially wanna throw out Sprout for what he did earlier, but I don’t want to be too strict on everypony, ok?

Space Professor: Just make sure these ponies don’t hog all the cider and end up vandalizing this place!

Ok, Professor! You have my back.