After cleanup, the rest of the day came and went. Formula was mixed and Fawn was feed along with the semi communal blue and grey foals. Peaches traded out shifts with Daisy and the two swapped wards. Johnson finished cooking dinner and plating everything and putting the leftovers away before signaling a robot to come do the dishes while he made his way to his garage. After swapping over to his modified stealth suit turned health suit and getting everything rigged properly he layed down and jumped back into a freshly rested Director for an evening with the family.
The four fluffies assembled in a line along the wall. The room would be reorganized again once the foals were more mobile and capable of going to the litterbox on their own easily. For now the litterbox was in the left corner and the bed was attached. Director was next to the litterbox so no one else needed to be saddled with the annoyance even if the setup kept a majority of the smell in since it was self cleaning. Daisy was in the middle of the bed next to him with the foals between her and Sundae who was on the other side of the bed next to the food and water troughs. On the oppostie wall in the center of the wall was the Television.
“Good evening commonwealth and welcome to Fluffy TV tonight. Brought to you by, Foal in a can.” Que foal in a can jingle ‘Foal-in-a-can~ Foal-in-a-can. Where we serve cans. On demand.’
The group spends the next hour eating dinner and watching the new prime time shows before things become rerun content again. The network was testing pilots and tonights was “Wheel of nummies”.
“Welcome to Wheel of nummies, im your host Dan Ratherknott and~ this is what im doing with my life…” The host with a hair cut that had you wondering if it was actually their hair or a whig and clean prewar suit adds while he looked slightly forlorn for a moment before receiving a prompt from off camera. “Yes wheel of nummies, where our contestants spin the wheel and get to eat and review commonwealth cuisine the wheel lands on. The more dishes the fluffy manages to eat the bigger the prize for their owner. So lets welcome our first contestant~ Balbes.”
“Whewe Balbes?” The confused looking fluffy had a white mane, blue body and red colored hooves and looked around the studio as their platform rose from the floor.
“Welcome to Wheel of Nummies Balbes, I hope you’re excited to play.”
“Oh uhm~ Wine?” The fluffy looks over. “Wha, Nu can wead dah cawd!” this was due to illiteracy not the size of the text.
The camera pans back to Dan. “Delightful.” He adds taking a deep breath. “Are you ready to play the game?”
“Game? Balbes wike gamesies.” They add whagging their tale as a button appears in front of them.
“Well then, just press that button to~ Spin! The! Wheel!”
“Too Woud!” Balbes adds covering their head while crying. A few voices begin to heckle the fluffy from the audience before they finally manage to push the button. The Wheel rotates and rotates until it comes to a stop on a square sillouhette that illuminates itself.
“Looks like you won, Instamash. Yes instamash, with real dig in flavor.” A woman brings out a plate with a decent dollop of some still warm instamash. “Enjoy.”
“Nummies, fow Balbes?” They add approaching curiously with a sniff. Balbes licks it with a curious look but keeps eating. “Am bewy… It, no am bad… No am gweat nummie doh.” They add critiquing between bites.
“Well done Balbes, your owner won 20 caps. Would you like to spin again?” Dan inquires.
“Mowe nummies? Otay.” They add pressing the button before anyone can start chanting to spin the wheel much to everyones disappointment. An oval sillouhette is lit up. “Doesn’t look like Balbes will be getting much further, Bring out the melon!”
The assistant wheels out a two wheeler with a watermelon and sets it down and rolls it off slowly towards Balbes.
“Baww?” Balbes adds curiously moving closer towards the melon.
“Sorry about that, lets help Balbes out shall we?” The audience begins calling out tools to use. “I heard Machette.” Dan adds approaching the live studio audience and getting a weapon from someone in attendance. “May I? Thank you.” The man seems pumped that his blade is going to be used on TV. Balbes is giggling while standing against the melon and rolling it.
“Wub baww!” he cheers until Dans foot stops it and then tilts it to a standing position and chops it in half to mild shock of Balbes.
“While Balbes eats that, lets move on to our next contestant.” Balbes and his food are moved over to the side of the stage to a pen to be shown in a side picture in picture broadcast as the next fluffy is raised from below. “Tarberry.” A purple coated and tailed fluffy with a green mane rose up.
“Hehe, wike upies.” Tarberry adds slightly disappointed when they stop and are level to the floor.
“Welcome to Wheel of Nummies Tarberry, I hope you’re excited to play.” Dan adds.
“Yes. Daddy hope tawbewwy win wots ob cappies.”
“That’s good to hear, well then just press the button to spin the wheel.” Tarberry pushes the button and watches the wheel go round and round. A square sillouhette comes up and the light reveals it. “Looks like you won some Dandy boy apples.” The assistant brings out the box and empties the pair of candied applies.
The purple fluffy approaches and sniffs the food. “Ooo, smeww wike sweetie nummies.” They lick it. “Am sweety nummies! Tawbewwy wub.” They lick a few times before their greed takes over and they try and take a bite. “. . .Mrph?” The fluffy lifts up the candied apple stuck in its mouth. “MRPHGGGHLLL!” Tarberry begins to panic attempting to push off from the apple with the feet.
“Remember fluffies, always lick your Candied apples clean before attempting to bite.” Dan adds as the camera cuts away but still catches a slight spurt of blood and a flying tooth. “Looks like Tarberry’s going home empty handed.”
“Wowwwowest hurbies~” Tarberry adds flubbing their words. “Just wait till we get home.” Tarberry’s owner adds carrying off the fluffy cradling their mouth while crying.
“How you doing over there Balbes?” The main feed cuts back to the fluffy. “Am very good nummie… Wots ob, pft… Seedies doh. Vewwy juicy.” They look down at their gurgling stomache.
“What do you think of your fluffies chances?” Dan adds holding the microphone.
“Balbes, finish…” The fluffy hears this and returns to the second quarter.
“We’ll check in later then. On to our next contestant, give it up for~ Wilbur!” With that another fluffy roze from the floor. This one was a monochrome light pink to peach colored short haired fluffy. They simply smile and wave.
“Welcome to Wheel of Nummies Wilbur, I hope you’re excited to play.”
“Wilbuw, am weady and hung~wy!”
“Love the enthusiasm, now lets spin~ the~ wheel!” Wilbur approaches and pushes the button confidently. The wheel spins and then lands on the sillouhette that reveals itself.
“Looks like you won a Ribeye steak!” Dan adds mummbling ‘what a waste’.
The Brahmin steak arrises from the floor on a plate, a slight bit of butter already melted. “Would you like us to cut that for you?” But wilbur was already upon the plate chewing the steak.
“While Wilbur enjoys that, lets check back with Balbes.” Balbes was now done with half the melon and slowly working on the first bite of the next piece.
“Looks like he’s slowing down. Would you like to concede?” Dan adds holding the mic to the owner.
“Balbes, finish…” The fluffy gives a begruding ‘huuu’ and continues.
The camera pans back to Wilbur who had finished the steak. “Well done Wilbur, your owner won 20 caps. Would you like to spin again?” Dan inquires.
“Absowutewy!” They add pressing the button.
The wheel spins and spins until a boxe’s sillouhette was lit up. “Looks like you won some YumYum whole dried deviled Eggs.” With that the assistant brought out the prewar box and opened the package and removed the half dozen eggs from the plastic vacuume packaging.
“Eggies?” Wilbur adds approaching the eggs and taps one. It was slightly yellowish and cracked apart. The assistant then brings out some water.
“Good luck fluffy.” Dan adds watching the fluffy eat the dried compressed mixture with a curious look on their face pausing between bites to drink a little water before nodding and continuing. “Lets check back with Balbes.” The camera pans over to Balbes who was through the third rinds innerds and was now chewing sluggishly. “Looks like Balbes is at their limits, mr owner?”
“Balbes, finish…” They add standing up and approaching the fluffy to forcibly feed them.
“Nu daddeh pwease, su fuwwsies…” Their stomache gurgles in objection.
“Looks like they’re calling in some assistance. Don’t forget the rindes!” Dan adds before turning back to Wilbur who had finished the dish. “Wots ob fwavows. Wiwbuw wike, widdwe dwy doh.”
“The camera pans back to Wilbur who had finished the eggs. “Well done Wilbur, your owner won 50 caps. Would you like to spin again?” Dan inquires.
“. . .” After a short pause of consideration a tiny ‘poot’ could be heard. “Yes.” They add pressing the button.
The wheel spins until it inevitably stops on a sort of roundish sillouhette that lights up revealing. A tato. “Looks like you’ve won, A Tato!” The assistant brings out the raw vegetable and sets it down.
Wilbur gives it a sniff before taking a bit of the red veggetable. “Mmm, wub Tato!” They devour the remaining plant their fluff stained with juices.
“Congratulations your owner won 100 caps. Would you like to spin again?”
“Weww, wiwbuw am getting kindah fuw~” They add their foot accidentally slipping onto the button. “Uhh-oh.” The wheel spins round and round landing on a roundish mishapen shadow that reveals itself to be a pumpkin shaped gourd.
“Looks like you get a Gourd!” The assistant wheels out the produce on the two wheeler.
“Dat am a big nummie… Wilbuw nu kno if can eat dat big a~” they let out a long but very quiet poot. “Wilbuw am weady. Daddeh, can ou bweak nummie fow wiwbuw?” A farmer in overalls comes over with a mallet and cracks it open before returning to the audience. “Tanks daddeh!”
“Lets check in on Balbes and their owner.” The camera pans back over to the pen where the man looms over the fluffy slowly but inevitably pushing the food forward into their struggling maw.
“Balbes, finish…” They add holding one last bit of rind while their mouth was still full and they were struggling to chew and swallow. As they manage to get it down there is a pause before the next piece can go in. A gurgle, a rumble… Unfortunatly for Balbes, Watermelon is a diarhettic.
“Balbes nu feew~gu… SCREEE!” the camera spins as the fluffy explodes leaving shit smeared on the right eighth of the lense.
“Eww, dat am~ Hurk -BLEGggh!” Wilbur starts to vomit losing themselves.
“GO TO COMMERC~” Can be heard as a ‘please stand by, technical difficulties’ message came up.
Director pressed the off button. Everyone looked at eachother. “Sundae nu tink dey wike dat showsies vewy much.” Everyone else nodded.
“That’s dah wisk wif games ob chance.” Director sighs.
“Couwd be bettah next time?” Gentleman shrugged.