A white unicorn looked up at the dark sky over Canterlot, grinning. He’ll be jolly well fascinated at this, old bean!
He magically adjusted his monocle, looking back down, and knocked on the door before him. There was a doorbell glyph nearby, but knocking was louder.
The gray-maned noble knocked again. “I say!”
He heard grumbling, and what sounded like somepony walking slowly towards the door.
Jolly Spiff knocked again, louder. “I say! Chaps? Chapettes?”
The door opened. A weary Fancypants stood before Spiff.
“I say, chap,” Jolly said, tipping his derby, “you look bloody well awful! Where’s your monocle?”
“Jolly Spiff.” Fancypants did not return the hat-tipping. Perhaps nightcaps were not designed to be tipped, Jolly Spiff reflected.
“Jolly spiffing, eh wot?” Jolly grinned.
“What is it, old boy?” Fancypants rubbed his eyes. He was dressed in a white bathrobe, and looked simply dreadful.
“You look simply dreadful, old bean!”
“Jolly Spiff.” Fancypants scowled. “If you haven’t anything to excuse this late-night—”
He paused. “I say, look at that.”
Jolly nodded, not turning to the clock tower at his back. “Yes, good sir! The clocks have been bloody demented! They say it’s morning, but look!”
Fancypants stepped outside and looked around. The night remained dark, without even a hint of the sun. The stars and moon shone brighter than ever, though.
He frowned. “What’s the meaning of this, Jolly Spiff?”
“It’s abominable, I say!” Spiff shook his head. “The ragamuffin responsible will surely—”
“What has the princess said?”
“Hm?” Jolly considered it. “What a turn of the subject, as it were! It’s funny you should ask. One would think that that most magnificent monarch would have made a statement. I do wonder where Celestia has got to!”
Eyes narrowed, Fancypants pointed up at the sky. He wasn’t even looking. “I didn’t mean Celestia, old boy. I say, is the Mare in the Moon back in its old place?”
Jolly looked up. Sure enough, the moon’s famous marking had returned. “I say, you’re right!”
“And Celestia has not been heard from.”
“I say, she hasn’t!”
Fancypants rubbed his forehead, sighing. “Would you stop saying—”
“I say, what’s the jolly matter, old chap?”
Fancypants didn’t say anything.
“Anyway, sir, it seems like a jolly well predicament! I do believe we’d better—”
“Princess Luna has been possessed, and trapped Celestia in the moon.”
Jolly blinked. Fancypants sounded very sure. Not only that, he sounded almost bored. Actually, he sounded almost annoyed.
For some reason. “Really, chap?”
Fancypants pushed past Jolly. “Explain otherwise, Spiff. Perhaps the Nightmare worked out the binding spell Celestia employed, or perhaps something else is to blame, but it is plain that the night is not gone and Celestia is. And since Luna has not seen fit to take over the sun-raising duties for her dear sister…”
“Then—where are you going, old chap?” Jolly hurried after his fellow noble. “I say!”
Fancypants rolled his eyes. His horn glowed.
Jolly found his own monocle flying off, coming to rest on Fancypants’s proud visage. “I say! What is this—”
“We’re off to have a discussion with the citizens of that quaint little village, Ponyville.” Fancypants’s horn began to glow again. “And I need a monocle. I suppose you may come along.”
Jolly blinked, trying to adjust to the loss of his treasured eyepiece. “I…why Ponyville, old boy?”
Fancypants’s horn gave a brilliant flash. The two unicorns vanished from Canterlot, just as a dark shadow descended upon where they had been standing.
Nightmare Moon was too late to intercept Fancypants and Jolly Spiff. But she did hear their words, lingering in her cool night’s air.
“The Elements of Harmony, old boy. Spiff, I do believe we’re off to save Equestria.”
“I say! What a jolly—”
Norse Pony’s comments: Oh jeez, this was great. The comedic tone was excellent, and the back-and-forth between Jolly Spiff (which is a hilarious name) and Fancypants was sharp and witty. I have a soft spot for Fancypants myself, so seeing him cast as the Man With A Plan is personally endearing. I’m very much looking forward to more from you!