Horace wakes up in his bed, a weird feeling washing over his body. He gets off of it, but then realizes he was walking on all fours, being almost unable to stand up on his legs. "Roba..?!" He calls out for his brother, but notices his voice is slightly high pitched, and covers it with his hand. When he looks at his hand, he sees it's not a hand anymore, and instead, a... hoove? Okay, this is REALLY weird.
Horace, horrified, runs out of his room, breaking into the bathroom and looking at himself in the mirror. To his shock... He was a Pegasus. Alfe, who was showering in the bathroom, opens the curtains, saying: "Hey, what's all the chaos about?!", before looking at the now equine Horace, his annoyance turning into shock.
Horace sits at the kitchen table, or at least attempts to, as his equine body makes it hard to do so. Alfe pulls Roba into the room, wanting him to see what has been done to his brother.
Roba: "Stop that, Alfe! Stop i- What the hay?" Roba asks, his eyes widen at the sight of a red pegasus, who looks back at him.
Roba: "Alfe, we are NOT adopting any horses." He says, crossing his arms.
Alfe: "It's no horse Roba! That is Horace!" He says, picking up the equine.
Horace: "Put me down!" He neighed, kicking Alfe's stomach and making him fall back.
Roba: "Dang, Horace, did you hit the hay or eat the hay last night?" He asks, tilting his head.
Horace, huffing: "Stop with your puns. This is a problem! I don't want to be a little pony!" He slams down his hooves, standing his ground.
Roba: "Alright, alright..." He puts his hands up in a defensive manner. "How are we even supposed to solve this? We can't just turn you back into a human."
Horace: "... Well... Maybe Tux Dog can help us!" He suggests.
Roba: "No! K-999 broke our car, remember? We can't get there by foot."
Alfe, muttering: "That was a good prank.", the two brothers shoot him an annoyed glare.
Horace: "...Well, what do we do, then?"
Alfe: "Maybe we could go to BronyCon."
Horace: "...B- Brony what now?"
Roba: "We are not going to BronyCon, Alfe! That place is full of grown stallions!"
Horace: "Roba, stop with the Equestrian puns!" He huffs once again.
Roba: "You know I can't resist myself!"
Alfe: "Equestrian puns... Equestrian..." All three fall silent, as they all have the same idea.
Horace: "...We should find an equestrian!"
Roba: "We still don't have our car!"
Alfe: "We can ride Horac-" He gets abruptly interrupted by Horace.
Horace: "NO! I am NOT giving you a pony ride anywhere!"
Roba: "Woah, woah! Halt, Horace, for pony's sake!" Roba holds Horace back by the shoulders. "If we're going through this idea, then we have to search the inter-barns to find the nearest available equestrian."
Horace: "Roba!"
Roba: "I can't resist it! I'm sorry!"
Horace, Alfe and Roba walk into a barn. They look around, seeing the many colorful stallions and mares, as well as the variety of female equestrians.
Roba: "Horace, you know you'll have to allow people to ride you at some point, right? That's what equestrians are all about..."
Horace: "I'll be bucking anybody that tries to get near me." He threatens, which makes Roba stay a few feet away from him.
Alfe: He walks up to one of the ladies. "Hey there, woman."
Equestrian#1: She turns around, a bit surprised. "The Problem Solverz? What are you doing here, we don't have any problems at the moment!" She questions, looking at Alfe, then Horace, then Roba, then back at Alfe.
Roba: "The problem is with Horace, he got turned into a pony!" Roba tries to pick Horace up, to show his current form, but gets kicked in the stomach.
Equestrian#1: She approaches Horace, inspecting him. "How peculiar..." She runs a hand through his crest, which makes him twitch.
Horace: "Don't touch me like that!" He says, snorting.
Equestrian#1: She gasps in surprise. "A talking horse..? With wings..?" She briefly pauses, before chuckling and looking at Alfe. "I think Martha can help you guys out. She's to the left, then the top, then to the bottom."
Roba: "...Martha..?"
Alfe: "Well, then let's go! No time to wait!" He grabs both Horace and Roba, and follows the equestrian's instructions.
The three walk around a hallway, when they stumble upon a door that says "Martharina's Stable". Roba opens it, and takes a peek inside.
Roba: "It's so dark in here... I don't think anypony is-" He stops talking as the lights turn on, revealing a purple-red room full of the weirdest looking pegasi, alicorns and unicorns. Roba fully opens the door, a bit baffled at the scenery in front of him. "What the buck..?"
?: "Yee-haw, busters!" Says another equestrian, as she comes down from the ceiling of the stall. "Welcom' to ma' stoll, I'm Margaret Martharina, but ye can call me..." She pauses, as she actually takes a look at the three in front of them. "...Roba?"
Roba: "Martha!" He says her nickname with a large amount of joy.
Martha: "Roba!" She runs over to him, giving him a big hug with her four arms.
Roba: "Ohh I missed you, you dummy!" He says, reciprocating the hug.
Horace, annoyed: "Can you two quit it? I still am a pony." He snorts once again at the sweet display.
Roba: "God, you're such an old fart as a pony!" He says, crossing his arms as Martha breaks the hug. "Didn't you learn the lesson that friendship is magic?!"
Martha: "Hold your horsefeathers, busters! 'm sure we can solve t'is problem wit' the snap of ma' fingers!" She says, as she, indeed, snaps her fingers.
Alfe: "That solved nothing."
Martha: "Wait a minute, boy..." She says, before the nearest alicorn brings her a long list of things written in a paper with their horn. "Than' you, Princess Flankcesca." She starts reading the list, before pointing to a specific line in it. "Aha! I have a solution!"
Horace: "What is it? Let me see!" He steps on the paper, tearing it in half. "..Whoops..."
Martha: "Oh, it's no problem, sugar. I can jus' ask them alicorns to rewrite the list."
Roba: "...Uhm, Martha? Why are they looking at us like that?" He says, pointing at the alicorns and unicorns, who snort and huff at them in fury.
Martha: "...Uh oh."
The four individuals run out of the room, being chased by the many angry equine. Roba clings onto Martha's back, and Alfe onto Horace's. They evetually break through a wall and fall onto a dumpster, passing out on the spot.
Martha slowly wakes up, her head hurting like heck. She slowly sits up, rubbing her forehead before noticing the walls of the equestrian center were falling. She screams as the hole they made on the wall barely misses the dumpster they were in, with the wall's loud thump against the floor causing the three Problem Solverz to wake up.
Roba: "AH! W- Wh- What!?" He sits up in a panic.
Martha: "My fillies! They've escaped! Everything has gone pony-wampus!"
Roba: "...Oh my hoof!"
Horace: "You two are going to give me a headache..." He sighs, getting off of the dumpster. "We already have enough problems... And this had to happen..."
Alfe: "Alfe hungry." He says, his stomach grumbling as he eats the trash.
Martha: "...We need to gather my ponies again, and turn you back into a human."
Horace: "Just tell me how to do it already!" He says, getting tired of her hesistance.
Martha: "You need to discover your cutie mark in order to become a human again."
Horace: "A... A what?"
Roba: "A cutie mark indicates what makes you different from all the other ponies!"
Alfe: "Nerd." He says, eating a banana peel.
Roba: "Says the one who never helps with a problem!" He says, but then, the dumpster is lifted with ease by the telekinetic force of an unicorn. The three in the dumpster get lifted away with a yelp and a scream.
Horace, with widened eyes: "NO! Give them back, you-" Horace suddenly starts flying with his wings, something he didn't know he could do, but did it anyways to chase down the dumpster.
The streets fill with raging alicorns and destroying unicorns, holding up signs that say "FILLY WORK IS WRONG!" and "NOT YOUR EM-PONY-EE!". The dumpster where the three others are is floating above the rally of ponies and such by the power of magic.
Martha: "This is bad... Real bad..."
Roba: "Martha, tell them to stop! I fell VULNERABLE in here!" He says, hugging Martha's back.
Alfe: "I can eat them." He says, his stomach rumbling.
Martha & Roba: "NO!"
Alfe: "Dang."
Suddenly, the dumpster starts rumbling, like Alfe's stomach.
Horace: "Roba? Alfe?! Are you in there?!" He asks, outside of the dumpster.
Roba: "Horace?"
Horace: "Yes! It's me! I'll get you guys out of there!" He flies off of the dumpster, and starts kicking it's door. The unicorns take notice of this, and start throwing things at him, but he is still able to knock the door off and make the three fall off the dumpster. Before they hit the ground, he picks them up with his back, giving them a flying pony ride to the safest area there is. "I got you guys... I got it..." He says, panting and struggling due to Alfe's weight being put upon him. He lands on the roof of a building, laying down to rest.
Roba: "Hooray, we're not extinct!"
Martha: "That makes no gosh darn sense."
Horace: "Doesn't matter now. Martha, go tell them to halt it, or something!"
Roba: "...Hey! That was my idea!"
Alfe: "NO TIME TO ARGUE!" He says, pushing the three off the roof, getting pulled down himself. They are all confronted by many of the enraged ponies, who charge up their magical powers to shoot at them.
Roba: "...Let me deal with them..." He says, standing up and getting in the front of the others.
...
Roba: "Err.. Uh... More carrots?... For your work..?" He says, his stage fright flaring up.
The ponies look at him, then lower their magic attacks. Martha gets up and stands next to him.
Martha: "Yup... Your hard work at our center will b' rewarded even MOR'! Whaddya think about that, eh?"
The ponies communicate and neigh at themselves, and look back at the team. They nod in agreement.
Martha: "That's good! Now everyone go home, these carrots aren't going to be given by themselves!" She says, and the ponies trot back to the equestrian center. The team let out a sigh of relief, until...
Horace: "Oh-... Something weird's happening to- MEAHHHHHHH!!!" He starts transforming back into his human form, his hind legs turning into his feet and snout into his face. He was finally back to normal.
Roba: "Horace! You're normal again!" He says, hugging him and stamping "Problem Solved" onto his forehead. Alfe and Martha also join in the hug, with everybody celebrating their big win.
Horace: "Thank you guys... I was worried I'd be like this forever." He says. But then, he looks at the side of his crotch, noticing that a print of a cutie mark was there. "...Ah. Well. That doesn't matter now, does it?" Everyone laughs.
Martha: "It doesn't. What does matter now is, I've found t'is big boy once again!" She says, pinching Roba's cheek and ruffling with his helmet.
Roba: "Martha, stop!" He says, a bit embarrassed.
Martha: "Alrighty... You dummy." She says, before getting on a nearby unicorn. "I'll see you busters next time! YEE-HAW!!!" She gallops away into the sunset.
Horace: "...Now, I'm guessing you both are kind of hungry..."
Alfe: "I AM!" He shouts.
Horace: "Why don't we go get some unicorn-shaped ice cream, eh?"
Roba: "Sounds like a good idea. I'm in!"
The Problem Solverz walk away, the screen fading to black.