Chapter 3

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(A couple hours later, rain was pouring as a trailer was driving. Inside, Generous was telling a joke to the lizard couple, and the pony has had more than just one apple cider)

Generous: So the griffin says, "That's not the half I'm talkin' about."

(The three chuckled a bit)

Mortimer: Oh, that's a good one!

Sally: I gotta say, Generous, I envy you. To live the life of a pony...no worries, no responsibilities. (Takes a sip of an apple cider) You are free to do whatever you want.

Generous: Free? (Chuckles and rolls eyes) That's a laugh.

Sally: Oh yeah?

Generous: Sometimes I wish I had just one day to feel truly happy again.

Sally: Well, why didn't ya say so? (Stands up in her chair) Magical transactions are our specialty! Come on!

(She then grabbed all the empty glasses to put them away)

Generous: Oh, great. Next to mimes, magicians are my favorite people.

(The gecko laughed sarcastically while climbing a ladder)

Sally: Hold on. (She started rummaging through his deal scrolls) "King for a Month." "Knight for a Week." (Finds one) Ah. (She then laid out one special contract onto the table) "Together for a day".

(Generous was even more puzzled than ever)

Mortimer: Think about it, Generous. You and your friends together for one day, it would be just like the good old days, when you and your friends put on a show and hanged out with you.

Generous: All right, what's the catch?

Sally: Catch? No. There's no catch. No catchings, really. I mean, there's something. A small thing. Nothing. A little thing.

Generous: All right, I knew it. So, what do you want?

Mortimer and Sally: A day.

Generous: A day?

(A little ding was heard)

Sally: Oh, our roast's done!

(She put on some oven mitts, opened the stove and took out the cooked roast)

Sally: Well, to make the magic work, you gotta give something to get something. In this case, you gotta give a day to get a day. That's all.

Generous: I can't just pick up and leave my friends.

Mortimer: Oh, but that's the best part, Generous! It's a magical contract. No one will even know you're gone. And by the time this day is up, (Gives a smile) you are gonna feel like a changed pony.

Generous: Still, I don't know.

Sally: Hey, no problem. Forget it, no big D. It doesn't matter.

(She poured some sauce onto the roast with a soup ladel. Generous looked thoughtful about this deal)

Generous: So, what day would I have to give up?

(As Sally got out a knife and fork, she smirked secretly)

Sally: Oh, I don't know, any day. A day from your past. (Starts carving the roast) How 'bout the day you had the flu? A day you lost a pet? (Bitterly/Faster) A day some meddling oaf stuckherbignosewhereitdidn'tbelong, DESTROYINGYOURBUSINESSANDRUININGYOURLIFE?!

Mortimer: Honey!

(Of course,s he was carving so fast that she ended up cutting through the roast and the plate, breaking it. Generous looked at him a bit strangely but Sally quickly realized her behavior as she hastily began to bring back her composure)

Sally: Just for an example.

(She placed the plate with the half of the roast on the table)

Generous: Well, how about the day I got my job as a baker? (Smirks) Now there's a day I'd like to take back. (Laughs)

Sally: (Forced to laugh but gets an idea) I know. What about a day you wouldn't even remember? Like a day when you were a baby. An innocent, mindless little baby.

Generous: You can take any of those days you want. Take them all, for all I care.

Sally: (Glares) Oh, just one will do.

(She then got out the ink jar and feather pen, dabbed the said pen into said jar, with a small magic spark appearing)

Mortimer: OK, good. A day from your childhood it is.

Generous: I guess there's nothin' wrong with wanting a little more time with my friends.

Sally: Just 24 tiny little hours.

Generous: I'm still my own pony!

Mortimer: Yeah, you is!

Generous: I never needed to ask for anyone's permission before.

Sally: (Pushes the contract towards her) So why start now, huh?

(Generous looked down at the contract for a moment, and then looked back up at the lizard deal makers, who handed the quill to the pony)

Mortimer: Go on, Generous. Sign it!

(As Shrek Generous signing her name in big, bold, gold letters, the deal makers kept urging her to sign it)

Mortimer: Go on, Generous.

Sally: Sign it, Generous!

Both: Sign it!

(Just then Generous wrote the last letter of her name, the tension stopped. The lizards were calm, but had a glow of excitement)

Both: Oh... you signed it.

Generous: So, tell me. What happens now?

Mortimer and Sally: (Mockingly) Have a nice day.

(They then cackled villainously as they disappeared in a flash of yellow light. Then, to Generous' shock, the pen disappeared and the whole trailer came apart like a house would in a tornado, and Generous suddenly found herself caught in a glowing yellow cyclone, as the parts of the carriage disappeared. The pony yelled in alarm as she was tossed all around through the air)

Generous: Whoooaaa! WHOOOOAAAAAAAAAA!!



To be continued

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