Marx: One Of The Three Jesters Of Insanity

Boast Busters

(Spike is in the library. He is concentrating intently on something just, and a mirror leans against the wall behind him. Marx just look bored at them. )

Spike: Come on, Twilight. You can do it!

Marx: Can you hurry up? (Cut to Twilight Sparkle nearby.)

Twilight:  Stop complaining. Here goes.

(She squeezes her eyes shut and fires up her horn; as its glow builds, the radiance also starts to emerge around Spike’s nose and chin. In one quick pop, he has grown a bushy black mustache. This shot frames the top of the library staircase, indicating that they are in her upper-story room.)

Spike: Ha-ha! You did it!

(He turns to a checklist set up on an easel and ticks off an entry.)

Spike: Growing magic. That’s number twenty-five. Twenty-five different types of tricks, and counting.

Marx: It's good enough

(Back to Twilight on the end of this; she allows herself an embarrassed little smile and blush. Now the macho dragon looks himself over in the mirror. Marx frown at him)

Spike: And I think this is the best trick so far. Hel-lo, Rarity! ( stroking mustache) What’s that? Aw, it’s nothin’, just my awesome mustache. (Chuckle.)

Twilight: Sorry, Romeo. As attractive and enticing as you look, it’s just for practice and it’s gotta go. (Horn warms up on the end of this.)

Spike: Wait!

(Hands over the facial hair do nothing to stop the magic from erasing it.)

Spike: Aw, rats.

(Twilight laughs softly. Spike looks at Spike looks at Marx and he grin.)

Spike: Marx, can you make me a mustache?

Marx: Do you really want to have facial hair to impress a girl?

Spike: Yes.

Marx: (grin) Okay. (hit Spike with a magic beam and then Spike's entire body was covered in hair)

Spike: (shocked) What did you do?!

Marx: (grin) You said you wanted hair.

Spike: Not on the whole body!

Marx: Use this to remove hair. (gave him a razor.Spike frown at him and Twilight laughed a little)

(Spike, Twilight and Spike walking down a busy Ponyville street during the day. Close-up of her during the following.)

Spike: Twenty-five, Twilight. Twenty-five different kinds of tricks, and counting. (Frame both again.) I thought unicorns were only supposed to have a little magic that matches their special talents.

Twilight: True, for ponies whose talents are for things like cooking or singing or math. But what if a unicorn’s special talent is magic?

Marx: Yes, but many unicorns only use their magic to pick things up. You rarely find some who have magic like yours.

Twilight: (blush and laughing) I’m sure there are lots of ponies right here in Ponyville that know just as much magic as me.

Spike:  Are you kiddin’? I don’t think there’s another unicorn in all of Equestria with your kind of ability, Twilight.

Snails: Gangway! (Cut to Twilight and Spike; he continues o.s.) Comin’ through!

(The two barrel past with enough speed to blow Marx and Twilight’s mane/tail sideways, while Spike finds himself being bulldozed along on Snips’ head.)