Post by Rapid Quill on Sept 5, 2017 14:06:18 GMT
A few weeks passed since Cutter's little run in with the diamond dogs and along with that his plans of revenge against a certain pegasus fell flat. The devious changeling decided to put his personal vendetta against the mare pegasus on hold for a later date, so he could instead focus all his energy on the one thing he spent the past few weeks planning. He wanted to sabotage Ponyville's very own apple supply in an attempt to run the citizens away. He even had separate plans to get rid of Princess Twilight and her friends should they get nosy. Down in his secret lab that he built underneath his house, Dr. Cutter was busy pouring all of the bubbling pink liquid he concocted for his evil plot into a sprayer; which looked a lot like a harmless weed sprayer. But the liquid contained inside was anything but harmless. The mad scientist had made it so that whatever food it touches will taste spoiled with said infected food maintaining the same, exact physical appearance making it impossible to notice something is amiss with the food without taking a bite of it first.
Laughing like a nut, Cutter turned to his faithful pet spider. "Chauncy, my faithful assistant bring forth the test subject, so I may test my genius upon its unwary self! Wait, does that sound right? Unwary... Yeah, sounds good to me," the changeling ordered the blue cobalt tarantula. The spider who appeared to be reading a small newspaper set the paper down at Cutter's order and made her way over to a fruit basket sitting on the counter. Choosing an apple, she slowly pushed it over to her master.
Grinning widely, Cutter rubbed his hooves together. "Excellent and an apple, how appropriate! Now stand back faithful assistant and watch in awe as my spray transforms this ordinary apple into something less than appetizing!" At her master's warning, Chauncy crawled out of the way and jumped onto Cutter's head to watch. Cutter put on protective goggles and Chauncy did the same. First giving the liquid a quick shake, he then took aim at the helpless apple and fired at it. Despite the liquid being pink, the spray made no physical mark upon hitting the apple. Grinning Cutter removed Chauncy from his head and set him in front of the apple. "Oh Chauncy," he sang, "I need you to do me one more iddy biddy favor. I need you to...taste the apple. I want to make absolute certain that the apple tastes as horrible as it looks tasty." At her master's request, Chauncy began to back away. "Come on Chauncy, I need someone to be the guinea pig and you're the only one I can truly trust with this. Please Chauncy, you're my loyal pet and best friend, you can't let me down," Cutter pleaded only for the large spider to scurry away. Cutter just groaned at his pet's blatant disobedience. "Grrr...so much for my loyal, faithful assistant. Chauncy I swear, sometimes you can be such a coward! The apple isn't even dangerous to eat. It's not poisonous! It just tastes really rotten or at least that's what it's supposed to be. But we'll never know if it worked the way I intended it to unless I can get you to try it or someone else... Now where am I to find another guinea pig on such short notice? Normally, I'd just get some poor, hapless pony to eat it. But I just haven't the time for fun and games today. I gotta be at Sweet Apple Acres in..." grumbled Cutter as he paced the lab floor.
He gasped upon seeing the time on his clock. "Ack, I gotta be there in thirty minutes! I haven't a moment to lose. Ugh, I really don't want to, but it looks like I'll have to be the one to taste the apple. Besides, it's like they always say, you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself," Cutter proclaimed. The reason Cutter wanted to be at Sweet Apple Acres at a specific time was because he knew for a fact that the Apple family's pest and weed control guy will appear around that time. During the past few weeks of planning his attack, Cutter had been spying on the Apple family and memorizing their schedules as well as the schedules of their workers; which Cutter very cleverly was going to disguise himself as. In his mind it was the perfect plan: to lure away the real pest and weed control guy then replace him. That way he will be able to spray all of the Apple family's apples without arousing any suspicion.
"Well, here goes nothing," said Cutter as he picked up the apple, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and bit into it. The changeling mad scientist made a face before spitting it out. "Ack, it's awful! It tastes like garbage! It...it worked! It's perfect! Ah Chauncy sometimes I'm so smart I surprise even myself," he declared with a crazed laugh; his laughter bouncing off the walls.
Cutter then transformed into his usual pegaus disguise: a yellow pony whose mane and tail was orange with white streaks. Grabbing his saddlebag he packed in his sprayer and the pest and weed control stallion's uniform. He had the uniform made for him for this very occasion. Lucky for him the local fashion designer, Rarity didn't ask too many questions when he had requested it. She just sort of stuck her nose up at the idea of him requesting such a plain outfit. Of course he lied telling her he needed it for his work and that was the end of it. "And that's everything! I'll transform into our little friend after I succeed in luring him away! Come Chauncy, it is time we go and put my latest brilliant plan to work," Cutter announced. As usual Chauncy jumped onto Cutter's head and held on to him.
After exiting his lab and home, Cutter took the sky and flew to Sweet Apple Acres. He was flying pretty fast as he was in quite a hurry. He had to get there before the pest control stallion started his rounds on the Apple Family's farm. As he neared the farm he spotted the pest control stallion easily as his uniform was a bright green. The pest pony's coat was a light brown with a dark brown mane and tail. His eyes were green. Cutter landed softly in front of the unprepared earth pony stallion. "Why, hello there. I do hope I didn't startle you. It's just that I know you're an exterminator of sorts and well I'm not sure if you're aware, but there's a major parasprite infestation going on that I think you should know about," Cutter lied causing the older pest pony to panic. "Ack parasprites! Where? Where are they? Go on boy, I haven't all day and my ears aren't what they used to be, so spit it out!" Cutter's smile only grew. "Oh haven't you heard? There's a whole bunch of them congregating at Farr's Place just outside Ponyville! You had best get over there before they reach Sweet Apple Acres. Those little pests will gobble up everything in their path if they get over here!" Cutter further lied causing the poor elderly pest pony to panic even more. "Great Scotts I gotta get out of here and go round 'em all up! My daily rounds at Sweet Apple Acres will have to wait! Stopping those pesky little critters before they multiply too much is much more important! Farewell sonny, thanks for the update and now I'm off," and with that the elderly pest pony started to gallop away only for the devious changeling to stop him. "Not so fast old man, I also took the liberty of writing up the precise coordinates of where you can find the parasprites," replied Cutter handing the pest pony a map. The farsighted elderly pony just squinted at it. "Oh dagnabit sonny I already told you I have poor eyesight! I can't read this blasted map of yours," the elderly pony grumbled poking Cutter with his cane. Forcing himself to relax, Cutter tried his best not to get mad at the grumpy geezer. "Uh no problem. I also took the liberty of writing the directions at the bottom of the map and I called you a cab to take you to the exact location or at least close enough..."
Luckily there happened to be a cab nearby prompting Cutter to yell, "TAXI!" The taxi pulling stallion rushed over and Cutter just hurriedly shoved the elderly pest pony inside the cab shutting the door after he forced him in. Cutter then walked over to the driver and handed him the map of where he wanted him to go. "I want you to take this guy way over there and even if he says to don't stop until you reach that destination, you hear? Now listen closely, it's very important that he gets there. Got it?" the changeling informed the driver who just wore a confused expression on his face, but nodded anyway. "Okay, that'll be fifty bits," said the stallion with an outstretched hoof. Smirking, Cutter merely pushed the stallion's hoof away. "Well don't look at me, I'm not the one anxious to get to Farr's Place," he sneered slyly. The stallion thought a moment before finally nodding. "Oh good point. Well see ya and thanks for the job," and with that both the driver and the elderly pest pony were off, unwitting pawns in Cutter's evil plot. Grinning, Cutter simply waved at them. "No problem!"
Once they were out of earshot, Cutter laughed. "Saps! I cannot believe they fell for that! That trip will take them all day giving us ample time to ruin the entirety of Sweet Apple Acres' crop! I swear Chauncy, sometimes I am so smart I scare myself," Cutter informed his spider who also appeared to join in his laughter. "Ahem...Phase One of Operation Produce Sabotage is complete. Now time for Phase Two: posing as that old stallion. It'll be a snap!"
Making sure no one was watching him, Cutter transformed into the elderly pest pony and put his replica uniform on. He looked just like the old guy except for the eyes. Cutter could never get the eyes quite right. His were a bright red unlike the elderly pest pony's whose were green. Cutter just hoped no one noticed that. That and he still retained his lengthy changeling tongue.
Now fully disguised, Cutter crept inside the Apple Family's farm. Running over to the nearest apple tree, Cutter removed his sprayer from his saddlebag and aimed at the apples spraying them all with his mysterious odorless pink liquid. As before it left no physical marks on any of the apples. It didn't yet occur to Cutter that his biggest problem may be forgetting which apples he already sprayed for he was already having way too much fun to even care. Like a little foal in a candy store, Cutter happily skipped and ran up to every apple tree he saw and sprayed it. "This is great Chauncy! I cannot wait to see the look on everypony's face after taking a big bite out of these apples! They will be so disappointed and disgusted! Eventually, all the ponies in Ponyville will have to pack up and leave hahahaha! Nothing can stop us now Chauncy! Nothing because nopony is the wiser! To everypony I'm just Clean Sweep, local pest and weed control pony just making his daily rounds on the Apple Farm and doing his job," Cutter happily declared to his pet who still sat perched atop his head.
Cackling, Cutter ran over to another apple tree and began spraying it while humming a happy tune. Indeed, to any outsider he just looked like an ordinary happy go lucky pest pony spraying for bugs and weeds.
Laughing like a nut, Cutter turned to his faithful pet spider. "Chauncy, my faithful assistant bring forth the test subject, so I may test my genius upon its unwary self! Wait, does that sound right? Unwary... Yeah, sounds good to me," the changeling ordered the blue cobalt tarantula. The spider who appeared to be reading a small newspaper set the paper down at Cutter's order and made her way over to a fruit basket sitting on the counter. Choosing an apple, she slowly pushed it over to her master.
Grinning widely, Cutter rubbed his hooves together. "Excellent and an apple, how appropriate! Now stand back faithful assistant and watch in awe as my spray transforms this ordinary apple into something less than appetizing!" At her master's warning, Chauncy crawled out of the way and jumped onto Cutter's head to watch. Cutter put on protective goggles and Chauncy did the same. First giving the liquid a quick shake, he then took aim at the helpless apple and fired at it. Despite the liquid being pink, the spray made no physical mark upon hitting the apple. Grinning Cutter removed Chauncy from his head and set him in front of the apple. "Oh Chauncy," he sang, "I need you to do me one more iddy biddy favor. I need you to...taste the apple. I want to make absolute certain that the apple tastes as horrible as it looks tasty." At her master's request, Chauncy began to back away. "Come on Chauncy, I need someone to be the guinea pig and you're the only one I can truly trust with this. Please Chauncy, you're my loyal pet and best friend, you can't let me down," Cutter pleaded only for the large spider to scurry away. Cutter just groaned at his pet's blatant disobedience. "Grrr...so much for my loyal, faithful assistant. Chauncy I swear, sometimes you can be such a coward! The apple isn't even dangerous to eat. It's not poisonous! It just tastes really rotten or at least that's what it's supposed to be. But we'll never know if it worked the way I intended it to unless I can get you to try it or someone else... Now where am I to find another guinea pig on such short notice? Normally, I'd just get some poor, hapless pony to eat it. But I just haven't the time for fun and games today. I gotta be at Sweet Apple Acres in..." grumbled Cutter as he paced the lab floor.
He gasped upon seeing the time on his clock. "Ack, I gotta be there in thirty minutes! I haven't a moment to lose. Ugh, I really don't want to, but it looks like I'll have to be the one to taste the apple. Besides, it's like they always say, you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself," Cutter proclaimed. The reason Cutter wanted to be at Sweet Apple Acres at a specific time was because he knew for a fact that the Apple family's pest and weed control guy will appear around that time. During the past few weeks of planning his attack, Cutter had been spying on the Apple family and memorizing their schedules as well as the schedules of their workers; which Cutter very cleverly was going to disguise himself as. In his mind it was the perfect plan: to lure away the real pest and weed control guy then replace him. That way he will be able to spray all of the Apple family's apples without arousing any suspicion.
"Well, here goes nothing," said Cutter as he picked up the apple, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and bit into it. The changeling mad scientist made a face before spitting it out. "Ack, it's awful! It tastes like garbage! It...it worked! It's perfect! Ah Chauncy sometimes I'm so smart I surprise even myself," he declared with a crazed laugh; his laughter bouncing off the walls.
Cutter then transformed into his usual pegaus disguise: a yellow pony whose mane and tail was orange with white streaks. Grabbing his saddlebag he packed in his sprayer and the pest and weed control stallion's uniform. He had the uniform made for him for this very occasion. Lucky for him the local fashion designer, Rarity didn't ask too many questions when he had requested it. She just sort of stuck her nose up at the idea of him requesting such a plain outfit. Of course he lied telling her he needed it for his work and that was the end of it. "And that's everything! I'll transform into our little friend after I succeed in luring him away! Come Chauncy, it is time we go and put my latest brilliant plan to work," Cutter announced. As usual Chauncy jumped onto Cutter's head and held on to him.
After exiting his lab and home, Cutter took the sky and flew to Sweet Apple Acres. He was flying pretty fast as he was in quite a hurry. He had to get there before the pest control stallion started his rounds on the Apple Family's farm. As he neared the farm he spotted the pest control stallion easily as his uniform was a bright green. The pest pony's coat was a light brown with a dark brown mane and tail. His eyes were green. Cutter landed softly in front of the unprepared earth pony stallion. "Why, hello there. I do hope I didn't startle you. It's just that I know you're an exterminator of sorts and well I'm not sure if you're aware, but there's a major parasprite infestation going on that I think you should know about," Cutter lied causing the older pest pony to panic. "Ack parasprites! Where? Where are they? Go on boy, I haven't all day and my ears aren't what they used to be, so spit it out!" Cutter's smile only grew. "Oh haven't you heard? There's a whole bunch of them congregating at Farr's Place just outside Ponyville! You had best get over there before they reach Sweet Apple Acres. Those little pests will gobble up everything in their path if they get over here!" Cutter further lied causing the poor elderly pest pony to panic even more. "Great Scotts I gotta get out of here and go round 'em all up! My daily rounds at Sweet Apple Acres will have to wait! Stopping those pesky little critters before they multiply too much is much more important! Farewell sonny, thanks for the update and now I'm off," and with that the elderly pest pony started to gallop away only for the devious changeling to stop him. "Not so fast old man, I also took the liberty of writing up the precise coordinates of where you can find the parasprites," replied Cutter handing the pest pony a map. The farsighted elderly pony just squinted at it. "Oh dagnabit sonny I already told you I have poor eyesight! I can't read this blasted map of yours," the elderly pony grumbled poking Cutter with his cane. Forcing himself to relax, Cutter tried his best not to get mad at the grumpy geezer. "Uh no problem. I also took the liberty of writing the directions at the bottom of the map and I called you a cab to take you to the exact location or at least close enough..."
Luckily there happened to be a cab nearby prompting Cutter to yell, "TAXI!" The taxi pulling stallion rushed over and Cutter just hurriedly shoved the elderly pest pony inside the cab shutting the door after he forced him in. Cutter then walked over to the driver and handed him the map of where he wanted him to go. "I want you to take this guy way over there and even if he says to don't stop until you reach that destination, you hear? Now listen closely, it's very important that he gets there. Got it?" the changeling informed the driver who just wore a confused expression on his face, but nodded anyway. "Okay, that'll be fifty bits," said the stallion with an outstretched hoof. Smirking, Cutter merely pushed the stallion's hoof away. "Well don't look at me, I'm not the one anxious to get to Farr's Place," he sneered slyly. The stallion thought a moment before finally nodding. "Oh good point. Well see ya and thanks for the job," and with that both the driver and the elderly pest pony were off, unwitting pawns in Cutter's evil plot. Grinning, Cutter simply waved at them. "No problem!"
Once they were out of earshot, Cutter laughed. "Saps! I cannot believe they fell for that! That trip will take them all day giving us ample time to ruin the entirety of Sweet Apple Acres' crop! I swear Chauncy, sometimes I am so smart I scare myself," Cutter informed his spider who also appeared to join in his laughter. "Ahem...Phase One of Operation Produce Sabotage is complete. Now time for Phase Two: posing as that old stallion. It'll be a snap!"
Making sure no one was watching him, Cutter transformed into the elderly pest pony and put his replica uniform on. He looked just like the old guy except for the eyes. Cutter could never get the eyes quite right. His were a bright red unlike the elderly pest pony's whose were green. Cutter just hoped no one noticed that. That and he still retained his lengthy changeling tongue.
Now fully disguised, Cutter crept inside the Apple Family's farm. Running over to the nearest apple tree, Cutter removed his sprayer from his saddlebag and aimed at the apples spraying them all with his mysterious odorless pink liquid. As before it left no physical marks on any of the apples. It didn't yet occur to Cutter that his biggest problem may be forgetting which apples he already sprayed for he was already having way too much fun to even care. Like a little foal in a candy store, Cutter happily skipped and ran up to every apple tree he saw and sprayed it. "This is great Chauncy! I cannot wait to see the look on everypony's face after taking a big bite out of these apples! They will be so disappointed and disgusted! Eventually, all the ponies in Ponyville will have to pack up and leave hahahaha! Nothing can stop us now Chauncy! Nothing because nopony is the wiser! To everypony I'm just Clean Sweep, local pest and weed control pony just making his daily rounds on the Apple Farm and doing his job," Cutter happily declared to his pet who still sat perched atop his head.
Cackling, Cutter ran over to another apple tree and began spraying it while humming a happy tune. Indeed, to any outsider he just looked like an ordinary happy go lucky pest pony spraying for bugs and weeds.