After dinner, Bob and Emily took Burt to their home.
Burt: *Looks around* This is nice.
Bob: Thank you. I can tell you're really going to like living with us.
Burt: te got that right. Not only is this a nice place, but it's owned da two of the greatest ponies in all of Equestria.
Bob: I'm sure there's somepony better then me, and Emily.
Burt: Nope. Not even Celestia herself can be better than te my friend.
Emily: Well, that's kind of te to say Burt.
Bob: So what do te plan on doing now that you're divorced?
Burt: Good question. I'll most likely sposta back to Scotland. It's a beautiful country te know.
Bob: I'm sure it is.
Emily: What will te do while me, and Bob go to work?
Burt: Hmm. I already know what Bob does, so I might as well see what your job is like Emily.
Emily: Sure, I don't see any harm in that.
Bob: I can.
Emily: Bob!
Bob: What? You're the principal of a school. You're too busy to babysit Burt.
Burt: Oh, I'll be alright. I could even help Emily with her work.
Emily: Yes, thank te for that.
Burt: Not a problem.
The successivo day, at the school that Emily worked at.
Emily: Alright, so pretty much, all I have to do is sign papers, look at my E-mail on a computer, and talk to students.
Burt: What would te like me to do?
Emily: Read a book o a magazine.
Burt: Okay. *Looks at libri in Emily's office* Which one would te suggest?
Emily: Oh, I've got a lot of favorites. How about The Catcher In The Rye?
Burt: I read that, and I don't like it. Too much swearing.
Emily: Then, how about Diary Of A Wimpy Colt?
Burt: Too babyish.
Emily: Is there anything that te do like?
Burt: Hmm. *Looks at books* Oh, I see a book with a bunch of Shel Silverstein poetry. That pony knows everything when it comes to poetry.
Emily: Okay, go ahead, and read it.
As Burt grabbed the book, a green filly walked into the room. Her name was Tasha, and she didn't look happy.
Emily: Good morning Tasha, what can I do for you?
Tasha: I got in a fight, and my teacher told me to come down here.
Emily: Aw, Tasha. Why would te do that?
Tasha: Somepony ha rubato, stola my lunch money.
Emily: That's no excuse to fight somepony. te should have came to me, o one of the teachers, and they would've made that pony bring the money back to you. *Hears phone ring* Excuse me Tasha. This shouldn't take too long. *Picks up phone* Hello?
Bob: How is everything going with Burt?
Emily: Fine, fine. Can we talk about this another time? I have one of the students in my office.
Bob: Oh, sorry. I just finished up with a client, and I thought about you, so that's why I'm talking to you.
Emily: Okay, thank te Bob, but te gotta talk to me later, okay?
Bob: Okay. *Hangs up*
Emily: *Puts phone away* Okay, who was the pony that ha rubato, stola your money?
Tasha: Mat Beene.
Emily: Okay, te head back to class, and I'll make Mat give te your money back. Okay?
Tasha: Thank te Mrs. Newhart.
Emily: You're welcome.
Tasha: *Walks out of office*
Burt: te handled that pretty well.
Emily: Thank you. Enjoying that book?
Burt: Well, it's fine, but when I saw the back of the book, it scared me.
Emily: Why?
Burt: Shel Silverstein looks like a pony that should be robbing banks, o living a life of crime. Not Scrivere books.
Emily: Why? Because of his beard?
Burt: Yep.
2 B continued
Burt: *Looks around* This is nice.
Bob: Thank you. I can tell you're really going to like living with us.
Burt: te got that right. Not only is this a nice place, but it's owned da two of the greatest ponies in all of Equestria.
Bob: I'm sure there's somepony better then me, and Emily.
Burt: Nope. Not even Celestia herself can be better than te my friend.
Emily: Well, that's kind of te to say Burt.
Bob: So what do te plan on doing now that you're divorced?
Burt: Good question. I'll most likely sposta back to Scotland. It's a beautiful country te know.
Bob: I'm sure it is.
Emily: What will te do while me, and Bob go to work?
Burt: Hmm. I already know what Bob does, so I might as well see what your job is like Emily.
Emily: Sure, I don't see any harm in that.
Bob: I can.
Emily: Bob!
Bob: What? You're the principal of a school. You're too busy to babysit Burt.
Burt: Oh, I'll be alright. I could even help Emily with her work.
Emily: Yes, thank te for that.
Burt: Not a problem.
The successivo day, at the school that Emily worked at.
Emily: Alright, so pretty much, all I have to do is sign papers, look at my E-mail on a computer, and talk to students.
Burt: What would te like me to do?
Emily: Read a book o a magazine.
Burt: Okay. *Looks at libri in Emily's office* Which one would te suggest?
Emily: Oh, I've got a lot of favorites. How about The Catcher In The Rye?
Burt: I read that, and I don't like it. Too much swearing.
Emily: Then, how about Diary Of A Wimpy Colt?
Burt: Too babyish.
Emily: Is there anything that te do like?
Burt: Hmm. *Looks at books* Oh, I see a book with a bunch of Shel Silverstein poetry. That pony knows everything when it comes to poetry.
Emily: Okay, go ahead, and read it.
As Burt grabbed the book, a green filly walked into the room. Her name was Tasha, and she didn't look happy.
Emily: Good morning Tasha, what can I do for you?
Tasha: I got in a fight, and my teacher told me to come down here.
Emily: Aw, Tasha. Why would te do that?
Tasha: Somepony ha rubato, stola my lunch money.
Emily: That's no excuse to fight somepony. te should have came to me, o one of the teachers, and they would've made that pony bring the money back to you. *Hears phone ring* Excuse me Tasha. This shouldn't take too long. *Picks up phone* Hello?
Bob: How is everything going with Burt?
Emily: Fine, fine. Can we talk about this another time? I have one of the students in my office.
Bob: Oh, sorry. I just finished up with a client, and I thought about you, so that's why I'm talking to you.
Emily: Okay, thank te Bob, but te gotta talk to me later, okay?
Bob: Okay. *Hangs up*
Emily: *Puts phone away* Okay, who was the pony that ha rubato, stola your money?
Tasha: Mat Beene.
Emily: Okay, te head back to class, and I'll make Mat give te your money back. Okay?
Tasha: Thank te Mrs. Newhart.
Emily: You're welcome.
Tasha: *Walks out of office*
Burt: te handled that pretty well.
Emily: Thank you. Enjoying that book?
Burt: Well, it's fine, but when I saw the back of the book, it scared me.
Emily: Why?
Burt: Shel Silverstein looks like a pony that should be robbing banks, o living a life of crime. Not Scrivere books.
Emily: Why? Because of his beard?
Burt: Yep.
2 B continued
LATER!
"Why are te so sure I can find te gems?" Sweetie campana, bell asked, as she was needed to travel with the diamond dogs.
"Your Rarity's sister. So she probably showed te how to do that gem finding spell" Rover said.
As it turned out, this wasn't false, Rarity DID teach her the gem finding spell.
"Fine.. But on one condition" Sweetie campana, bell insisted.
"What NOW" Rover groaned.
"You have to piggy back me" Sweetie campana, bell told him.
"Wha- No!" Rover cried.
"Piggy back me! Piggy back me!" Sweetie campana, bell cried stubbornly.
"There's no way in hell I'm giving te a piggy back!" Rover cried annoyedly.
Ironically, and with great annoyance to him, Rover is shown having to piggy back Sweetie Bell.
Rover was angrily mumbling to himself, the whole way.
"SLOW DOWN! I want to get there! But I want to get there ALIVE!" Sweetie campana, bell cried annoyingly, from on superiore, in alto of Rover.
"Why are te so sure I can find te gems?" Sweetie campana, bell asked, as she was needed to travel with the diamond dogs.
"Your Rarity's sister. So she probably showed te how to do that gem finding spell" Rover said.
As it turned out, this wasn't false, Rarity DID teach her the gem finding spell.
"Fine.. But on one condition" Sweetie campana, bell insisted.
"What NOW" Rover groaned.
"You have to piggy back me" Sweetie campana, bell told him.
"Wha- No!" Rover cried.
"Piggy back me! Piggy back me!" Sweetie campana, bell cried stubbornly.
"There's no way in hell I'm giving te a piggy back!" Rover cried annoyedly.
Ironically, and with great annoyance to him, Rover is shown having to piggy back Sweetie Bell.
Rover was angrily mumbling to himself, the whole way.
"SLOW DOWN! I want to get there! But I want to get there ALIVE!" Sweetie campana, bell cried annoyingly, from on superiore, in alto of Rover.