Title:           My Fluffies and Me - Extra Chapter 1: Spaghetti Land
Author:          Staccato
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/LfSningy
First Edit:      Tuesday 14th of August 2012 08:40:25 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 14th of August 2012 08:40:25 AM CDT

>Dahdeh! Dahdeh! Come see!
>You sigh. Youve put a Disney DVD on your old laptop and left it in the safe room, hoping to keep your fluffies occupied for a couple of hours. Less than five minutes later, and theyve been already calling you.
>You put on pause the movie youve been watching  the BD version of Videodrome. Not something youd make your fluffies watch, in other words  and go open the door of the safe room.
>Whats happening here?!
>Your three fluffies looks absolutely ecstatic: Pink Floyd is running in circles, shouting: SKETTI WAND! SKETTI WAND! at the top of her tiny lungs; Deep Purple is sitting on the ground, crying and babbling: Sketties fo evwyfwuffy no mo hungwy fowevah; and Echoes just stands there, looking at the computer screen with mesmerized eyes and a trickle of drool on his muzzle.
>You look at the laptop, confused. Apparently, the fluffies somehow managed to open Youtube, and the video they were watching is called
>Spaghetti Land Commercial  Ten Hours Loop?! The hell?!
>On the small screen of the computer, a red, green and yellow flag with a plate of spaghettis in the middle waves, while a chorus of fluffy voices  or really good imitators  is singing:
>Pwease take to Sketty Wand
>Take to Sketty Wand
>Wuv aww mums an dahdes
>Dat take to Sketty Wand!
>The song is followed by a human voice explaining that a place called Spaghetti Land  an amusement park for fluffies of some sort, apparently  has been opened in Cleveland, Ohio. After a few seconds, the commercial starts from the beginning, the squeaking voices of the singing fluffies filling the safe room once again.
>You immediately close the video. No way youre gonna listen to that stupid song more than once.
>And who the hell created a ten hours loop video? Whoever they are, theyve probably violated the Geneva Convention on tortures
>Nuuuuuuuuuu!. Pink Floyd immediately stops running and starts bawling. Wan mo Sketty Wand song!
>Deep Purple comes closer and hugs your leg, her wings buzzing frantically. Dahdeh, Puwpwe gud fwuffy?.
>You pat her head. You know where this is going. Sure you are, Purple.
>An Echoes an Pink gud fwuffy too?
>Yeah, youre the best fluffies a daddy can ask for.
>The mare pegasus eyes sparkle in anticipation. D-den dahdeh take fwuffy to Sketty Wand?.
>Sketty Wand, Sketty Wand!, Echoes repeats, nodding vigorously.
>You sigh again.
>Sorry guys, but we cant go there.
>The three fluffies start crying at the exact same moment. Its kinda creepy.
>Well, Pink Floyd throws a full-blown tantrum, falling on her back and flailing her stubby legs madly. Pink wan go to Sketty Wand! Why meanie dahdeh no wan? Pink wan sketties! Wan huggies, wan pway wif otha fwuffy!
>You can have those very same things here at home, Pink. Dont be a bad fluffy, you reply firmly.
>Nuuuuuuu! P-Pink no bad fwuffy! Dahdeh b-bad dahdeh, no take Pink to Sketty Wand!
>Deep Purple looks at you with puppy eyes. Pwease dahdeh, take fwuffy to Sketty Wand! Fwuffy pwomise be gud, awways wissen to dahdeh, no make bad poopies no mo!.
>Third sigh in a row.
>Id really love to take you all to this Spaghetti Land or whatever, but the problem is that we cant go there! Just give me a moment, Ill show you why.
>When you return to the safe room a couple of minutes later, Deep Purple and Echoes are tightly hugging a still crying Pink Floyd. The two look at you with saddened, disapproving eyes.
>Here! Look at this!. You show them something you dug out from the bottom of your wardrobe: a globe your parents bought you when you where in middle school.
>Pink Floyd, that notoriously has the attention span of a cutlet, instantly forgets about Spaghetti Land. Dahdeh haf new baww! Gif baww to Pink, Pink wan pway kick new baww!
>You cant kick it, this is one of daddys balls. Oh, God, that came out really wrong. I mean, its not a toy. You make the globe spin. This is the world we live on.
>Deep Purple chuckles. Siwwy dahdeh, dat baww too wittwe to wive on!
>Eyes to the ceiling. Okay, lets try another approach. Youre right, Purple, this is not the real world. Youre very smart!.
>Thankies dahdeh! Puwpwe smawty fwuffy! Can haf cookie?.
>Maybe later. Now listen carefully, you three: this ball is like a picture of the world. You know what a picture is, right?.
>Pink Floyd raises one of her front hooves. Pink know piccha! Pink make piccha! Piccha wif wif Pink! An dahdeh, an Echoes, an Puwpwe A-an sketties, an baww, an.
>Thank you, girl, thats enough. Okay, so this is a picture of the world, okay?.
>Otay dahdeh!, they reply. You doubt they actually understood what youre trying to explain  especially Pink Floyd  but whatever.
>So heres where Spaghetti Land is. You point at a random part of the US. And heres where we live. You show them the UK. See? Theres a big water in the middle! Its too big even for daddy to cross!. You even manage to produce what you think your fluffies would believe to be a scared face (to a human, youd probably look constipated).
>Nuuuuuu! Big wawa bad fo fwuffy!, Pink stares at the globe in shock, her hooves on her mouth. No wan go to Sketty Wand no mo!.
>No wan, Echoes dutifully replies.
>Sketty Wand stinky pwace!, Deep Purple adds. Onwy bad fwuffy go dere, Puwpwe know!.
>Phew. That was surprisingly easy.
>Okay, guys, now who want some good spaghettis?.
>Cheers, huggies and love are given.
>When twenty minutes later you return to the safe room with three steaming plates of pasta, youre greeted by the strangest of the sights: Echoes somehow managed to climb on top of the globe without breaking it or himself, and just stays there, like hes waiting for something. He then looks at you with the happiest grin on his muzzle. Echoes king of da wowd!, he exclaims, before falling off the globe and landing on a nearby blanket.
>You shake your head.
>Why did you even let them watch Titanic, last week?
