JumpingBean

Jumping Bean had remained mostly silent during the discussion. On the train to Equestria, he had heard some rumors himself from some of the other ponies, likely a few that were assembled in this very room. Jumping Bean wasn't the gossiping type, so he had kept quiet about what he had heard, and in fact, hadn't believed the rumors at all, and payed them very little mind. That is, until he had heard the very same rumors voiced by the other ponies, and discussed by the Princesses themselves. He began to feel nervous. What had he gotten himself into this time? Whatever it was, he had come too far to back out now. He smiled at the other ponies around him, unaware at how unsuccessful he was at hiding his nervousness.

Jumping Bean was, for lack of a less punny term, jumpy. His day had started out like any other; he woke up early, drank a stiff cup of coffee, ate breakfast, drank a stiff cup of coffee, read the morning paper, drank a stiff cup of coffee, opened up the Java Junction, and then drank a stiff cup of coffee. That, however, was all before he noticed the fliers scattered around Ponyville. At first, he casually dismissed them. He had never been on an adventure, nor had he any desire to partake in one, not when there was coffee to be served to his pony patrons and pals. However, for whatever reason he couldn't get the flier out of his mind. Something compelled his thoughts to stray, for the first time he could remember, to adventure. In fact, the more he thought of it, the more he gave serious consideration to closing up shop, packing a saddlebag, and heading on down to Canterlot, ready to venture forth into the wild world. Of course, every time he thought it, he quickly dismissed such foalish ideas. "What on earth would a pony like me want with an adventure?" he asked himself. "I have all I would ever need right here; my friends, my coffee, and of course the Junction. I'd be best off leaving all that gallivanting to the brave heroic ponies of Ponyville." But as the day wore on, his thoughts became less reassuring; less convincing; less determined to stay in the comfort of Ponyville while others got their manes tangled in all kinds of daring do. The end of the day found JB sipping on a hot cup of his favorite brew, gazing listfully at the flyer on his countertop. He had read it perhaps a hundred times during the day, and as evening's inky hooftips played across the Western half of the sky, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have an adventure of his own. Perhaps there was some magic in the air that had been playing with his mind and made the notion of the journey seem less and less ridiculous; whatever the reason, he suddenly rose from his bar stool, flipped the sign on the front door to 'closed' (despite the fact that he wasn't scheduled to close shop for another half hour), and make his way to his bedroom, where he purposefully set about packing his bag. He included basic rations, some cold-weather gear just in case, and of course, plenty of coffee beans. Sleep brought dreams to the young pony's mind; dreams of gallantry and quests that took him far and wide. By morning, his mind was full of magic, mystery, and mischief, as he filled his favorite mug and set off towards the train station. He gave one last look towards his house as he left, and suddenly, felt nostalgic and unsure as to whether this was really a good idea after all. When, if ever, would he see his home again? Would he ever return to serve the finest coffee to his friends in Ponyville? As if in response, a strong gust of wind suddenly swept through the town, whipping up in its wake a flier just like the one he had spent the whole of his yesterday perusing. Convinced that it must surely be fate grabbing him by the hoof, he allowed himself to be led towards the station, and he boarded the train without another look backwards. The trip to Canterlot was passed in contemplative silence for Jumping Bean. He slowly sipped at his coffee as he wondered just what he was getting himself into. He felt a bizarre mosaic of emotions; excitement, nervousness, and anticipation only rounding out the top of the list. As the train ground to a halt at the Canterlot station, he swallowed any trepidation left in his body, chased it with a gulp of java, and made his way towards the palace.

The best part is, she's probably winning.

Bonbon (is there a space in there?) looks so cute! Good work!

7/7 I love it!

Thought this was pretty cute. All I know is, human Pinkie Pie looks like my dream girl. <3

I have a Dell 9150 that I bought in '06. It's getting old, so I'm contemplating repacing it.

Well, I was born in the 80's. As a matter of fact, all my siblings except my younger twin brothers were (they were born in the 90's)

A really old van! Maybe JB is now a Scooby Doo pony?

Very nice. I have to start practicing with my tablet. I just got it, and I have no skills aha.

Well, allow me to welcome you. You know, it's a good thing the title has bananas. Because you won't find any bananas ON THE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON-AH!

From the show, but I still think it's really cute: And here's something else:

That's a monkfish, isn't it? Not the prettiest to look at, but they make good eatin'!

Looks like the work of Patricia Piccinini. She's an Australian sculptor who specializes in this sort of thing.

This is a hoatzin. It gets my vote because the chicks have claws on their wings, like some kind of pterodactyl.

For me, it's gotta be the Experience Music Project in Seattle, Washington.

You get a pokeball.

Although speaking of MLP + Flintstones...