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missmcharrisonagain · 11 months

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Monty Python Fanfics - Masterpost

Wattpad Edition | OC/xReader

[Updated March 13th, 2024] On Wattpad there are a lot of fantastic Monty Python fanfictions but sadly Wattpad and its algorithm & hashtags can be a real mess at times. So I decided to create an overview which can be shared, extended and saved more easily.

The focus is mainly on 'classical' fanfics (with an OC or (Y/N)) but other Monty Python stories will appear on this list, too.

Imagines: • By notsirrobin Eric, Michael • By georgeharrisonswif Eric, John, Michael, Terry J.*, Full Group • By FawltyTwat Graham, John, Michael, Terry J. • By pythonslut Eric*, Michael • By dustbinoffanfics Eric, Graham, John, Michael*, Terry J.* • By BeatlesLoveForLife Eric • John Cleese Imagines * • "Insecurities" Michael Palin (fluff) • "Priorities"* John Cleese (smut) • "More"* John Cleese (smut) • Holy Grail Preferences Also check out... @imaginemontypython on tumblr [*Contains smut]

Multi-Chapter Stories: Eric- • "Keep Me In Mind" by notsirrobin Eric Idle, OC At a street show in London she sees a boy that opens her eyes... and her heart. • "The Barbados Fic" by kettle-on Eric Idle, Michael Palin, OC Spending a few weeks with the Pythons -and especially her boyfriend Eric- at Heron Bay, a love triangle might be in view. Michael- • "The Scenic Route" by 2heavyheart Michael Palin Time travel is real and Michael finds himself back in 1972. How can he return to today or does he even want to..? • "Holy Grail Days" by MontyPalin Michael Palin, OC The end of filming 'Holy Grail'. She gets to meet Michael and might become more than just another fan. • "Caught In The Rain" by MontyPalin Michael Palin, OC Smut on the set of 'Jabberwocky'.

John- • "Did You Know That John Cleese Can Speak Russian?" by MontyPalin John Cleese, OC Fresh out of college she gets the opportunity to be a camera operator on the set of 'A Fish Called Wanda'. • "Tale Of Something" by montypythonyogacats John Cleese, OC A love story. • "Points System" by Mr_Monty_Python John Cleese, Eric Idle, OC She is not only in a relationship with John but also in one with Eric. Will that work out? Graham- • "About Some Snakes" by See_Jay02 Graham Chapman, OC One of her really good friends happens to be Graham. Oh, and the other Pythons are there, too. All of them- • "Obsessed" by dustbinoffanfics All, OC When you're a fan ever since the first episode of MPFC aired, seeing them live is the inevitable next step, right?

Now for less OC / xReader but more AUs and harder to categorise but still a lot of fun to read:

Other: • "Pythons" by shineonyoudiamond For way too long there's been a shortage of shrubberies in Europe but new hope arises when King Michael makes contact with King Graham via letter which John has to convey. • "Python II" by shineonyoudiamond Eric has a brilliant idea which unfortunately is in space. Instead of travelling alone to get it, he takes the other Pythons with him to saturn. • "Monty Python And The Holy Grail" by JulietteBlankenberg The inofficial novelisation of the movie.

This post isn't complete yet and will be updated over time. So occasionally keep an eye on the original post (as reblogs don't change along with the updates).

Feel free to repost with additional fanfic links or just share to get the word around in our small fandom <3

#monty python #john cleese #terry jones #graham chapman #eric idle #michael palin #terry gilliam #fanfiction #fanfic recs #Monty python fanfiction

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summerblueringo · 6 months

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they really said

#that second blurb looks like the summary to your obligatory hs/uni fanfic. hard-partying kimi and nerdy monty python-loving seb #i'm just trying to source some quotes i've seen around and keep getting these lmao #yadda yadda ya #ok ok i'm done shitposting i actually do need to write lol #simi

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thesuetyouforgot · 6 months

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Fanfic request asks:

The Trial of King Arthur, Sir Bedivere and Sir Lancelot as they're in court for the apparent murder of Frank the Famous Historian (which they didn't even commit) and they're testified against by the previous characters that they've met in Holy Grail (like the Black Knight, the 3-Headed Giant, the French Taunters, Zoot, etc).

The Trial of Arthur, Bedivere & Lancelot =requested by @yonderghostshistories ------

"Hold it, hold it… Don't everybody speak up at once…" The judge was wishing for nothing more than this trial to finally come to an end. Though the case was nothing too extraordinary -he has experienced a lot in his working days- and the three defendants were a bit strange -insisting on keeping up their medieval disguise-; the witnesses definitely were the icing on the cake - unbearable! The weirdest creatures, appearing so strange and unreal that even the knightly defendants seemed normal in comparison. And worst of all - none of them could give clear, useful testimony.

The judge had eventually managed to tame the herd of young ladies and to get them to stay silent while only one of them spoke. Zoot, so her name, was mentioning very important indications. "…he was feral, swinging his sword and threatening us with violence while just barging into our castle. That man-", her eyes were glistening contemptuously when she pointed at Sir Lancelot, "is a danger. I have no doubt he would be capable of committing this crime."

The judge nodded, a small content smile on his lips. That coincided with the police's first suspicion and also with the statements of various wedding guests. This case seemed to be just about clear by now and Lancelot would have to face his judical fate.

…or so he thought. More witnesses were to follow. And one especially caught everyone's attention: A knight in black armour and with neither arms nor legs was wheeled into the courtroom by a nurse. Although he himself did not consider it to be that tragical, the fact that 'King' Arthur supposedly was the cause for this man's limblessness -and probably his madness too, the judge thought to himself- did change the judge's view of the blond defendant. "It was a fair duel! I must not be blamed!" King Arthur looked almost frantic and definitely miserable when he called out his plea, to which the black knight even agreed with a nod.

What a strange bunch of people… The judge could only shake his head in disbelief. This was going nowhere… "Alright. We'll continue the trial after a break of-", he took a look at the big clock on the wall, "-two hours." He banged his gavel and off everyone went.

Barely feeling refreshed, court staff and spectators returned to the courtroom two hours later; only some of the journalists had sent in a replacement for the remaining trial. "Send in the next witness please." The judge took a deep breath before he would have to face whatever strange witness would appear in front of him now.

And his expectations definitely were not disappointed: An old, poorly dressed woman waddled into the room, her eyes wandering along the faces in front of her until her gaze came to rest on Arthur and Bedivere. Pointing at the latter, she exclaimed alarmed: "Those men are evil! The king and this blue knight… Especially the knight." She needed a moment to compose herself again as even the mere memory of the occurrences seemed to take her breath away. "Not a second did they hesitate to extort me to get their will by calling out…", she paused for a while, "…Ni."

The last word was only whispered but it caused a collective gasp to go through half the courtroom. Only police, attorneys and journalists looked around in astonishment. "Ni?" The judge asked in puzzlement, raising his eyebrows. He was taken aback when the woman in front of him immediately flinched at his question, clutching her chest as if her heart was about to stop beating. He let out a groan. What had he gotten into here? Another difficult witness and another vague evidence against one of the three defendants when the police had clearly reported that only one could be the murderer…

All the judge really knew by now was how close he was to banging his own head against the table instead of his little gavel.

#Challenge failed successfully: neither is this 100 - 300 (or even 500) words nor does a trial even work like this #Feat. the judge (Terry Jones) from the Richelieu courtroom sketch bc this was heavily inspired by that sketch #Anyway thank you for the prompt with this extremely interesting story idea! (with way too many possible outcomes)#monty python and the holy grail #monty python #monty python fanfiction #dribble drabble challenge #fanfics

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facewithoutheart · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

Look, this post is not getting a banner. Girls who flake on their nanowrimo’s don’t deserve targeted content-share-day banners.

Thanks to @ileadacharmedlife, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for the tags 😘 I did make words happen! Another big thanks to everyone who participated in my “Make Christina Write: Holiday Edition” where I spent the first day of my Thanksgiving break not doing any of the chores I need to do but trying to finish some WIPs. (I finished one but started another so. Ugh.)

From the WIP I finished, my cursed Monty Python AU which will go up just as soon as I de-word some wordy sentences. I can’t remember what I’ve shared from this so I’ll just post something with Gareth in it:

Gareth stomps his foot. “That’s no ordinary rabbit!”

“Okay, Jan.” Sir Penelope rolls her eyes.

“He’s foul! He’s… he’s cruel.”

“What did he do?” Sir Shepard snickers, “Hop away when you tried to pet him?”

Off in the distance, the tiny, pale fluffball wiggles its nose.

Bonus Monty Python AU snippets: 1, 2, & 3 (ah fuck I just realized I need to name this now… HMU if you wanna read it and name it for me, keeping in mind I’m a cranky picky bitch).

Tags & mystery project snippet below the break.

“So Agatha, swears by this guy?” Baz always says her name like that, like it’s a curse. “Did she compare you to him?”

“And found me wanting,” I laugh. (I like laughing with Baz, even over things I once found painful.) (After all, I once found him painful.) I shrug. “He’s very good at what he does, apparently.”

Bonus mystery project snippets: 1 & 2

Tags & hugs & apologies for being a wreck of a human lately to: @sillyunicorn @martsonmars @urban-sith @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @whatevertheweather @stardustasincocaine @captain-aralias @forabeatofadrum @aristocratic-otter @moodandmist @johnwgrey @excalisbury @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @confused-bi-queer @palimpsessed @tea-brigade @cutestkilla @creepyspice @ivelovedhimthroughworse @bookish-bogwitch @bazzybelle @gekkoinapeartree @dragoneggos @letraspal @im-gettingby @artsyunderstudy @orange-peony @nightimedreamersworld @ionlydrinkhotwater @stitchyqueer @erzbethluna @whogaveyoupermission @hushed-chorus @katmiscellanious @larkral @yeonjunenby @nausikaaa @stillgeekingout @chen-chen-chen-again-chen & anyone who needs a tag, a hug or an apology ❤️

#wipsday #wip wednesday #Monty python au #Gareth!!!#snowbaz #fanfic

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vulpixsworld · 11 days

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(Did updates on Love Over Matter.)

Me by the end of the day: well, that was unexpected.

My brain: (whenever it decides to cooperate with me.)

#hellcheer #love over matter #fanfic #my fantasy #monty python #need humor in my life #mental mind #almost done #yay me #what up readers

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thehistoryone · 8 months

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Fanfic recommendations: "Baggy Trousers Down Python Road" by @commonguttersnipe (Tumblr)/Alicesfeverdream (AO3)

The main gist of the story is that it's an anthology of sorts that takes place in an AU that's set at a boarding school called "MacNaughton's Boarding School", where the teachers are the Pythons & Co and the students who go there are based off the characters in Monty Python's Flying Circus and the MP movies, and we follow a different set of characters (that includes the students and teachers) in the story as they go by in their day to day lives at the school and all sorts of shenanigans occur.

There's only 2 chapters so far, but they're really good as they establish the world and the characters really well and the writing is pretty nice, especially the descriptions! You can read the chapters on both AO3 and Tumblr, so go check them out if you can!

Oooh thank you! I think I've read a bit of the first chapter but I'll have to catch up! @commonguttersnipe is an excellent writer,everyone check them out if you like monty python

#monty python #fanfic rec

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mymusicsucks · 1 year

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I wrote this to give them closure and to redeem the awful arc the Duffers gave them. Enjoy! "Chrissy & Eddie Forever"

#stranger things #eddie munson #chrissy stranger things #chrissy wake up #Veccna #Eddie x chrissy #eddie and chrissy #fanart #fanfic #corroded coffin #Sub pop #Nirvana #Mudhoney #90's music conspiracies #my music conspiracies #80's music conspiracies #monty python

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ao3feed-montypython · 9 months

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by retroweaving

Even waiters enjoy some desert every now and then. Luckily for Gaston, he has you to help with his appetite.

Words: 989, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Monty Python's Life of Brian (1979), Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975), Monty Python's Flying Circus, Monty Python's Spamalot, Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl (1982)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Eric Idle/Reader

Additional Tags: Vaginal Sex, Prostitution, Smoking, Sneaking Around, Daddy Kink, Dom/sub Undertones

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #monty python #monty python RPF

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wiccangamer · 1 year

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New head canon:

In the house of Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail, The House of anthrax is all full of trans women and yassafied men.

OK listen, IT MAKES SENSE! The Main lady their is a dominatrix who is yassafying men into fembois or even could crack some of the Knights eggs.The Knights are lured into the castle to join the BDSM commune. The Knights are then faced with a choice to join or to leave. They are then fed estrodiol and spironolactone and fitted with their clothes. Since they have been inducted into the transbian cult they get to join in the nightly BDSM roleplays.

Thinking of writing a fic about this but idk.

#monty pyton and the holy grail #headcanon #fic #this came to me while watching monty python #fanfic

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yonderghostshistories · 5 days

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A Post talking about writing my first Monty Python AU fanfic (of sorts)

This is my first time wanting to write a fanfic. Hope it turns out well! Especially since this particular (albeit kinda morbid) topic of mine has interested me for a while, also because I want to get it out of my chest due to having nightmares about it a while ago, so it'll be better for me to write it down and probably make my health and mind better mentally. Anyway, uhh rambling over. Please do let me know your thoughts on the fanfic idea for when I actually make the idea a full fledged fanfic (maybe with the help of my friends, if they're comfortable with it that is), criticisms and all, just so that i can fine-tune some aspects of it! Thank you.

The working title for the fanfic is called "POV: John and Michael have Ceased to Be...." (A Monty Python AU fanfic)

Age Rating: 13+ and older

Tone: Angst (mostly angst but with some humour in there)

CW/TW: Assassination mention, grief mention, survivors guilt mention.

Synopsis: Today is Friday, 9th November, 1979. You and your friend are watching the "Friday Night, Saturday Morning" debate on the TV, where John Cleese and Michael Palin are up against Bishop Mervyn Stockwood and Interviewer Malcolm Muggeridge about the film "Life of Brian" discussing the accusations of the film being "blasphemous". Along with them, a weird-looking yet somewhat humble and somewhat quiet person called Benjamin Haroldson, a member of the public who was brought in to share their thoughts on the film "Life of Brian", stares at and is mostly fixated on John and Michael. You notice how Benjamin almost always has his hands in his coat pockets, never letting them out. You don't mention this to your friend since, to be honest, it's just a minor detail that you've noticed. Whilst your friend goes to make sandwiches for you and them, you're still at the couch enjoying the programme. One the TV, Benjamin asks for a glass of water, and gets up. That's sounds normal, right? Well, as everyone gets on debating with each other, Benjamin brushes past John and Michael. After Benjamin has his glass of water, he suddenly stands behind where John is sitting, and to your shock, you see him calmly pull out a gun, John at first not noticing and Benjamin shoots him in the head, bits of his brain spread across the floor, blood flowing down his forehead. Michael, in shock, shouts out "J-Joh-" before he too is shot next by Benjamin, his head split with a bullet wound, blood gushing out through his cold, dead face. Everyone in the studio is screaming in horror. Your face is covered by your shivering hands, trying to believe it's not true. That it's just some horrible prank, a joke even. But no.... it's really happening. The last thing you see is Benjamin's cold, emotionless face. The last thing you hear from him is ".....you shouldn't have made that film, you blasphemous twats..." .

#monty python #john cleese #michael palin #monty python aus #monty python fanfics #monty python fanfiction #tw assassination mention #tw survivors guilt #tw grief mention

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intherainbowfactory · 1 year

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Minty Python's House of Horsefeathers sketch #69320139459302111111111111111

“Oh! Of course! You’ve come to the right place! Our bakery is the best in Ponyville, rated a whole six super-duper teevee stars out of five! No other bakery around has as many nummy treats for ponies to eat sweetly!”

Pinkie ducked down in front of them and appeared behind the counter. Graham Chapman really wished he had a pipe to make the situation more silly, but for now he could only smile silly-ly to achieve that effect.

Pinkie Pie’s expectant wide grin caught John Cleese rather unawares, but he ventured forth. “Ah, yes, well,” he glanced at Graham, who nodded, and turned back to Pinkie, “we’re rather peckish for some scones, I think.”

“Peck-ish? What the heck is that s’posed to mean?” Pinkie gasped and crossed her heart with her hoof. “You don’t want me to bake birds into pies, do you? I swear, I’ve stopped doing that ever since that one time it made Fluttershy cry! Pinkie promise!”

“Er… rather, we’re hungry for scones,” John explained slowly. “Tea, too.”

“Well why didn’t you say so you silly fillyfooler?” Pinkie giggled, “We’ve got the bestest scones no matter what Donut Joe says!”

“Very nice. We’ll take some blueberry scones.”

“I’m afraid,” Pinkie unravelled, “we’re out of that kind. Sorry worry!”

“Oh, um, very well. What kind would you want, Graham?”

“Got any dragon fruit scones?”

Pinkie craned her ears towards Graham. “What was that?”

“You loony git, Graham,” Cleese admonished, “they wouldn’t make dragon fruit scones if they don’t even have an organised motorised transport infrastructure system to ship it here!”

Graham just ignored him. “Oh, sorry, Pinkie. My Equestrian accent is rather atrocious. Let me try that again” He cleared his throat.

“Oi, lass,” he intoned blandly, “ave ye gotten any uvva wee summat draggin’ fruities fer I could of et-en a pint uv sconce?”

That got John to chuckle, since he’s heavily prejudiced against the Scottish.

“Oh! Dragon fruit scones! Those’re our specialty!”

“You really have some?” John asked seriously now, his eyes wide. “You know, I’ve never tried dragon fruit before, but I think I’d love to right now…”

“Sorry, Sourpuss! We never get it at the end of the weak,” Pinkie roared while lifting a two tonne barbell, “only on Mondays! (Those are our wing days! Leg day’s on Tuesday!)”

“Bugger!” John hemmed and hawed. “Orange scones?”

“They’ve been in order from a gang by the West Side for two weeks now,” Pinkie decreed, “but they were lost when Screwball ratcheted them,” she whinged.

“Hmm!” Chapman took up the mantle. “Huckleberry?”

“Sorry! A wacky magistrate relative of mine outlawed them,” Pinkie related judgementally with a guilty look.

“Strawberry?” John replied incredulously.

“Nope. We lost them in a telephone miscommunication accident,” Pinkie recalled fitfully.

Graham was starting to like this. “Peach?”

“Lost when an experimental airplane delivering them crashed,” she explained.

“Grape?”

“All smashed!” she whined.

“Raspberry?”

“Stampededed by a cow—from Denmark! A young prince in line for the throne!” she gave a little moue of disdain.

“Plain?”

“Yes!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Wait, really?” John pried.

“No, not really. Sorry. They got demolished by a convict with a crowbar. I just remembered he lied to me about it.”

“Damnit!”

“Oatmeal raisin?” Graham ventured.

“Blown up on an adventure spaceship,” Pinkie vented.

John and Graham looked at each other at that one.

“Surely you must have some traditional English scones in stock!”

“Yeppers! Trottingham-tested scones! The best in the business!”

“Great! Graham and I will take some,” John demanded it.

Pinkie Pie just balked at that. “... They’re rather flaky.”

“That’s fine, we’ll take them anyway.”

“They’re a bit too flaky for the customers to eat…”

“We happen to like them like that. We’ll take them.”

“In fact, oopsie poopsie, they might be too flaky to sell…”

“Look, I don’t care how excrementally flaky they are, just give them to me!”

“Oh, wait, silly me,” Pinkie giggled, “I forgot Mr. Cake bought them all up for his family! I can be such a doofus!” she sighed in contentment. “I guess you could say de man ded it!”

“Look, I’m starting to work up a cold sweat at this—” which was true, since he was panicking for a reason he did not know out of pocket, “—so, so do you or do you not, in fact, have any scones in stock at all, or are you just, just—oh god!”

John Cleese collapsed into the nearest chair, wiping his brow with his hoof.

“John! Are you alright mate?”

“Graham, do you realise, we’re in the bloody Cheese Shop sketch!

Chapman sat down. “I’ve had a feeling. Intercoursingly good, isn’t it?”

“Easy for you to fucking say since you’ve missed the last fourty years. I’ve only had to go through it ten thousand times, suffering through morons reciting it from memory like our show still stands as a bastion of what is right in comedy as opposed to a big imaginative gutter that we just pissed the night away in half-assing for fun in the seventies! Honestly, can you even comprehend such a hell?”

“Well, there was this one time while I was laying on the hospital bed—but I see you are getting tired of those death gags and so I will stop with them,” he hastily assured his friend at the sight of John’s wild face.

“I’ll tell you my full thoughts on the Cheese Shop sketch, and in being true to form, I shall do so as long-windedly as I wish, which is to say, straight.”

Pinkie Pie’s hoof came up with a pipe, which Graham accepted graciously.

“Anyway. Yes, I have had fans of our show recite it to me quite a few times over the years after that episode aired, but I really don’t mind it. Oh, sure, it could be a bit repetitive at times, but the sketch really means something to them on a subconscious level, which is why it enjoys the lasting power it has.”

“But,” John sputtered, “you’re missing the point! I don’t want this to just be how people remember me, by a bloody stupid sketch I didn’t even like performing!” John pointed his hoof accusingly at Graham, his energy coming back. “Don’t you remember what that Twilight woman just told us a few moments ago? She said that the most significant objects and events from our lives would cross over to this universe first.”

John gestured wildly to the entire world at his table in Sugarcube Corner. “But why in the pissing, bloody, hell would the ancient Cheese Shop sketch be considered so damn meaningful by the fabric of reality that it would be the first thing we get? Not my recent lectures at various colleges, not Terry’s Wallace and Gromit thing, not even your autobiography,” John stressed, “get so much as a bleeding hippie’s glance in all this!”

Graham forgot to take a draw from his pipe in his concern. He drew closer to John, his forehead wrinkled and his eyebrows closing together.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

John’s muzzle muscles unclenched. His eyes grew dull. He talked in a low whisper.

“I just don’t get what it all means. Just… why? Is the universe just doing this to spite me? To punish me for not acting as I should have? I mean, if the universe itself is saying that’s the most significant event of our lives…”

“Then it bloody well ought to be!”

John looked up at the blonde stallion’s outburst. He could see Pinkie just standing there behind the counter, whistling and nonchalantly cleaning the inside of a ketchup bottle with a rag.

Graham merely took a drag of his pipe. A couple of bubbles came out.

“Now I know you were the one to always push for something better in our writing,” he expanded calmly, “to push for something more original, or more intelligent in our sketches. To try to make it something you could be proud of, as it were.”

Graham contemplated the pony sitting position he took on the chair for a moment.

“But I just had fun writing it. I wrote the Cheese Shop sketch, you know. You remember that? Just having a good time writing some jolly old scenes for a show we wouldn’t have ever expected to get funded in centuries?” Graham cracked a smile and caught a fleeting glimpse of a grin on his good friend’s face.

“You remember? You said you didn’t get the humour, that we should scrap it—right up until Michael read it and he—he…snrk ! !”

That got a good laugh out of John. “Oh, god! He was laughing so hard he fell on the floor and drenched his face in that awful writer’s rum! He should have been here; he would have loved this!”

They spent just a minute reminiscing before Graham got back to topic.

“Heh heh… Well, that’s all I have to say about that, I suppose. Y’know… that we were just bonding over being silly with all of it. Still a pretty good philosophy for a cold, uncaring world, yeah?”

“Not the worst I’ve heard,” John demurred.

“Well, good, and, er…”Graham looked pretty awkward, eyes down cast. ”Sorry about getting cross.”

“It’s all right. I forgive you, you old puppy-eyed widowmaker.” John sniffed into his chest, his muzzle feeling rather pleasantly warm on his brown fur. “I still would’ve liked to have a more positive influence, to have a legacy that would let others be just as creative as we were,” he muttered.

At that moment, out of nowhere, Vinyl Scratch’s Wubmobile just sped down the road in front of the bakery. The ponies inside Sugarcube Corner ignored it, even though it might have possibly been connected to the conversation at hand.

“C’est la vie,” Graham got up from the table, “now let’s get out of here and find a good pub to drown our putrid spinal columns in.”

“Hold it right there!”

Pinkie Pie was in their faces again.

“Now, I didn’t hear anything about what you two were chatting about but I did hear you say the name Twilight! Are you friends with her?”

John went with it. “Well, yeah, it’s rather a long and horrifying story, but we know her.”

“Oh goody goody goody gumdrops with chocolate whipped cream on top! Now that I know you’re good ponies, I can give you this!”

The this! was a full, round, luscious, chocolate chip scone.

“I was saving this for Twilight today when I was gonna prank her by saying I didn’t have any scones left,” the two stallions looked at each other, “but I thought you should have it, Sourpuss! Oh, and don’t worry about payment! It’s on the house! Not literally, though, because that’s just plain silly.”

“Why, thank you so very much, Pinkie Pie! Oh, and if it’s not much trouble,” Graham conspiratorially lowered his voice and put up his hoof to whisper to her, “could you teach me that teleportation thing sometime?”

“Sure thing! Now, see ya later!”

John Cleese and Graham Chapman thanked the pink ponking pony, and then they went on their merry way through the sleepless streets of peculiar Ponyville.

[A/N I loved writing this in the last 2 1/2 hours! also hot damn! almost 2000 words! gonna have to publish this one if I can...]

#my little pony #mlp #mlp fim #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #monty python #crossover #john cleese #graham chapman #pinkie pie #comedy

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