Twilight chuckles a little in spite of herself. "I guess you're right, Pinkie."
A loud groan arises from the next aisle of books. Specifically, from the baby dragon lying on his back there, clutching his belly. "Ohh... my stomach... I... I think it's all that ice cream. I thought the stomachache would be Future Spike's problem... but now I am Future Spike. Ughhhhh..."
Twilight and Pinkie look at each other and burst into giggles.
"C'mon, Future Spike," says Twilight, levitating the baby dragon onto her back. "Let's get you home."
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A loud groan arises from the next aisle of books. Specifically, from the baby dragon lying on his back there, clutching his belly. "Ohh... my stomach... I... I think it's all that ice cream. I thought the stomachache would be Future Spike's problem... but now I am Future Spike. Ughhhhh..."
Twilight and Pinkie look at each other and burst into giggles.
"C'mon, Future Spike," says Twilight, levitating the baby dragon onto her back. "Let's get you home."