My Little Pony Monthly Issue 36
(March 1, 2000)
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with help from Mimic
"Tex, remember me?"
Tex glanced over the customer he was serving at the counter to see who had just entered, and his eyes opened wide in shock when
he did. "Mimic?" he gasped.
"That's right." The lime-colored unicorn slid up to the counter and leaned up against it. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
"Uh, well, yeah, it has," Tex stuttered.
"So, is this salsa shop what you're running nowadays?" Mimic purred.
"What... what're you doing here, Mimic?" Tex managed to say.
"Oh, I'm thinking of moving back," Mimic giggled.
His original customer was growing impatient, so Tex scurried to attend to ringing up his order, keeping his eye on Mimic all the
time. "There you, uh, go. Thanks for... coming." Then, with the shop empty, he went back to his conversation.
"Moving back?" he repeated.
"Uh-huh," Mimic affirmed. "Maybe we can get to know each other again, hmm?"
"Well, yeah, maybe. Mimic! I just can't believe it's really you," Tex shook his head in amazement.
"We had some good times back then, didn't we?" Mimic smiled.
"Good times, yeah," Tex nodded. "You're... you're really coming back, Mimic?"
Mimic had held a special place in Tex's heart during their high school days-- he had even forgotten about Tabby to date Mimic.
They'd grown apart, however, and Tex hadn't heard any more from her-- until today.
"Yes, yes, I'm really back! Doing anything in particular tonight?" Mimic prodded.
"Anything in particular? Well, no, not really."
"How about taking me to the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe?" Mimic suggested. "For old time's sake."
"For old time's sake," Tex echoed. "Sure, why not?"
"I knew that's what you'd say," Mimic said happily. "When do you get done working here? We can go over right after
"Oh... let's see... about five-thirty," Tex murmured.
"Splendid!" Mimic exclaimed. "That's only an hour away. Mind if I just hang around here ‘till then?"
"No, no, make yourself to home," Tex said quickly. "That'd be... nice."
Mimic promptly seated herself at the counter and smiled to herself as some ponies entered the shop. It didn't look like it'd be that
hard to win Tex back.
* * *
Tamara waited impatiently at home for Tex to pick her up for their date at the Estate Manor. It was ten minutes past six, and he
was supposed to have arrived at five-thirty. It wasn't like him to be half an hour late.
"O-o-oh, I wish he'd at least call if he's hung up somewhere!" Tamara said in exasperation.
"What's that, Tammy?" Tabby, who had invited herself over to her cousin's house that afternoon, questioned as she breezed
through the room just then.
"Tex is half an hour late for our date at the Estate Manor!" Tamara wailed, pacing back and forth.
"Oh, is that all?" Tabby continued on down the hallway. She had naturally made herself to home.
"Tabitha! This is important!" Tamara sighed. "What could be keeping him?"
"For Pete's sake! Just relax for a second, would you?" Tabby peeked back in the room. "He probably just forgot and he's going
to meet you at the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe like usual."
Tamara's face brightened. "Do you really think that's it?"
"Trust me, Tamara. It'd be just like him to forget."
"Then we'd better get over there right away!" Tamara scrambled up from her seat on the couch.
"You can go on your own," Tabby contradicted. "I've got other things to do tonight. Goodbye!" Without another word, she had
darted out the door and was on her way.
Tamara hurriedly grabbed her purse and dashed out the door as well. She had to admit that Tabby's theory did make sense. But
hopefully he wouldn't be mad at her for being late now!
Upon arriving at the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe, Tamara anxiously peered around at the tables before ordering anything. She
sighed with relief as she spotted him at one of their favorite tables in the back. She waved in an attempt to get his attention before getting in line... but
it was then that she noticed that he wasn't alone at the table.
Tamara's heart stood still for a moment as she saw the lime-green unicorn sitting across from Tex. Her face immediately clouded
over as she stepped out of line and stormed off towards the two.
Tex and Mimic were in deep conversation, and didn't notice the approaching pony. Tamara set her front hooves down on the
table. "Tex, what's going on here?" she asked sharply.
Tex looked up abruptly and appeared utterly surprised to see Tamara there. "Oh, Tamara, hi!"
"Tex, do you happen to remember anything about a date at the Estate Manor tonight?" Tamara snapped.
"The Estate Manor?" A confused look crossed Tex's face. "Why, were we going there?"
"Yes, we were," Tamara fumed. "But I see that you found something better to do."
"Tex, I don't believe you told me about this friend of yours yet," Mimic purred. "She looks quite a bit like Tabby,
"Oh." Tex straightened up. "Mimic, this is my friend Tamara. And Tamara, this is one of my old friends from high school,
"Tamara?" Mimic cocked her eye. "What, did you change your name, Tabby?"
"I still don't think that explains our forgotten date, Tex," Tamara steamed, ignoring Mimic for the moment.
"I'm really sorry about that, Tamara," Tex apologized. "It's just that I saw Mimic in town today for the first time in years, and I
wanted to catch up on old times."
"That's right," Mimic nodded. "Old times."
"Well, have fun discussing your ‘old times'," Tamara snarled, "because you sure aren't going to be discussing anything with me
from now on." She abruptly turned from the table.
"Tamara, wait!" Tex called her back.
"Why should I?"
"Pull up a chair and join us," Tex invited. "I really didn't mean anything by it."
"We have lots of exciting stories to share with you," Mimic added. "Especially why you changed your mind about Tex, Tabby.
The last I knew, you two were arch-rivals."
Tamara grudgingly pulled up another chair. She wanted to at least find out more about this Mimic before storming out of the
shop. "For your information, I am not Tabby," Tamara said snobbishly. "I'm her cousin, and my name is Tamara."
"Oh? Tabby never mentioned an identical cousin."
"We're not identical. We have different eye colors."
Mimic peered into Tamara's yellow eyes. "Hmm. You're right. Tabby's eyes were purple, weren't they?"
"That's enough about me." Tamara switched her attention to Tex. "So, Tex, just how good of friends are you and
"Pretty good, actually," Mimic giggled. "We've been catching up on a lot this afternoon."
"That's so... nice," Tamara said in mock-politeness. "I'm sure you're having a blast with her, Tex."
"It's nice finding an old friend," was all Tex would say.
"Oh, I think we'll become much more than that, Tex," Mimic said, batting her eyelashes. "So, Tamara, Tabby's your cousin, is
she? What's she up to these days?"
"I wouldn't really know," Tamara mumbled, not wanting to say any more than she had to.
"I see that there's some other old acquaintances I'll have to look up," Mimic commented. "But, as it is, it's getting late... I think
I'll just be heading back to the hotel now."
"I'll walk you there," Tex offered immediately, jumping up.
"How nice of you," Mimic smiled.
"Certainly, Tex. Just go on your way," Tamara snapped. "What do I care?"
"You don't have to act so bitter against Mimic. She's just a friend," Tex mumbled. "Come on, Mimic." The two turned to
Tamara stood and watched them go. " ‘Just a friend', eh? Well, Mimic, I'm not giving up that easily." She sensed that there was
trouble brewing ahead.
* * *
"Oh, no," Tabby gasped as she looked out her door the next morning. "It can't be."
"Hello, Tabby!" Mimic, who stood on Tabby's front porch, called out cheerfully. "Long time no see, huh?"
"What're you doing here, Mimic?" Tabby took a step back.
"Coming back to my home town. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"No, but... why're you talking to me?"
"You're an old acquaintance, Tabby! And I ran into your cousin last night."
"Oh? She didn't say anything about that."
"Of course, she wasn't too happy that I was at the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe with Tex," Mimic grinned deviously.
"No, I wouldn't think she would be," Tabby agreed.
"Sure, Tex may be seeing her now, but that won't last long," Mimic continued. "He's still mine."
"I could care less about who Tex ends up with," Tabby snarled, attempting to get a hoof out the door. "And now, if you'll let me, I
have to get to work."
"So you actually have a job?" Mimic said curiously. "I didn't think you'd ever make it that far. What place was desperate
enough to hire you?"
"I'm the nurse at the Pokèmon Center, if you must know," Tabby snapped, securely locking the door and stepping outside.
"Pokèmon?" Mimic wrinkled her nose. "Ugh! I should have known you'd end up with something like that."
"What, you've got something against Pokèmon, too?" Tabby glanced at Mimic.
"Pokèmon are for toddlers, Tabby," Mimic rolled he eyes.
"Toddlers?" Tabby's eyes opened wide with rage. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Mimic shrugged. "Baby ponies, you know. That's the only age group Pokèmon are for."
"For your information, Mimic," Tabby fumed, "Pokèmon are not for toddlers. It's mostly only the adults that train them around
"And still wasting your time collecting toys?" Mimic prodded.
Tabby turned and looked back at Mimic venomously. "ARGH! Mimic, just leave me alone! You've done nothing but insult me
since you first met me in school! Annoy Tamara if you must, but not me!" Boiling with rage, Tabby fled down the street, leaving Mimic as
far behind as she could.
Upon arriving at the Pokèmon Center, Tabby collapsed behind her desk. From past experiences, she knew that Mimic would bring
no good with her.
* * *
The next morning, just as Tamara was sitting down to breakfast, her doorbell rang. She knew of only one person who would call
at anyone's house this early in the day.
"The mysterious cloaked flower deliverer!" Tamara gasped upon opening the door.
The cloaked figure held out a tissue-wrapped bouquet and said simply, "Delivery for you." And then he was off.
Tamara excitedly walked back inside while unwrapping the bouquet. To her delight, a wonderful bunch of red roses was revealed.
"From Tex?" she said aloud upon reading the attached card. "He really does still care!"
The message from Tex continued on to say that he was "really sorry" about how he acted last night and if he could still make it up
to Tamara, he'd take her to the Estate Manor that evening.
"Mimic, if you think you're in the lead, you're dead wrong," Tamara said smugly, going to her phone to get in touch with
* * *
Tex seemed back to normal when he arrived to pick Tamara up that evening, and Tamara was elated. Mimic had obviously just
been a passing thing; Tex would completely forget his old friend now.
At least, that's what Tamara thought until they were seated at the Estate Manor. After Tamara decided on her order, she noticed
that Tex was staring intently at something across the room. "Tex? Is something wrong?" she queried.
"Oh, no, nothing," Tex mumbled, dropping his gaze back onto their table.
Tamara shrugged. "Well, how was business at the shop today?"
"The shop? Oh, uh... good," Tex said distantly.
Tamara clenched her jaw. Tex certainly didn't seem to be in the conversing mood tonight. She tried again. "Have you thought of
expanding the shop yet?"
Tex was silent. Tamara looked over at him again in annoyance. As before, he was staring off at the opposite wall. Frowning,
Tamara turned herself to find out what had so absorbed Tex. It greatly disturbed her to see a certain lime green unicorn seated alone at a small table
on the far wall.
"Tex?" Tamara prodded.
"Oh! Did you say something?"
Tamara shook her head. Obviously Mimic was not out of the picture yet. "Don't you think my new necklace looks stunning?"
"Stunning. Of course," Tex murmured, twirling his fork around his plate.
"I think a diamond ring would complement it nicely. Don't you?"
"A ring? You'll have to check the... jewelry store."
Tamara swiveled around in her seat again. She hoped that Mimic would finish up at the restaurant soon, but her rival was still
Even after Mimic did leave (she obviously hadn't seen Tex and Tamara), it didn't help Tex's thought pattern any. He was still
extremely withdrawn, and Tamara couldn't get a bit of intelligent conversation out of him.
Mimic, I'll get you yet, Tamara muttered.
* * *
Meanwhile, Mimic realized that it would be easy enough to win Tex back from Tamara. She still had that same mesmerizing
effect on him. However, it couldn't hurt to speed up the process. She decided to put in another visit to her old friend, Tabby.
That Saturday afternoon, Tabby was horrified a second time to spot Mimic on her front porch. With Tamara moved out now and
Tarquin away with Tess for the day, she was all alone against Mimic. It was only curiosity that compelled her to open the door.
"Tabby," Mimic said briskly upon being admitted into the house, "I need your help."
"Oh?" Tabby cocked an eyebrow cautiously. "As in what?"
"I'm looking to dig up some personal information about your cousin Tamara," Mimic explained. "You're aware of the situation,
Tabby indeed was well aware of the situation, as Tamara had done nothing but rant to her about it for the last few days. "Personal
information? What's in it for me?"
"You'll just be better off if you do," Mimic said simply.
Tabby thought over her options. She still had a little family loyalty, and would rather be on her cousin's side than the side of this...
this acquaintance from high-school. Of course, she still didn't really think much of Tex and didn't see what Tamara saw in him-- even if Tabby had
forgiven him for the worm incident, she still didn't particularly want him on her family tree. And if she helped Mimic just a little...
"What kind of personal information?" Tabby prodded.
"Just something that can be used against her and spread around as a rumor. You must know something like that about your own
"Well... well... no, not really."
"I mean, I never liked her as a kid and never tried to find out more about her than I had to, and she's only been in Dream Valley
for the past year..."
"Come on, there has to be something you can dredge up."
"Well... there might be one thing," Tabby paused. "Tamara doesn't really like Tex's salsa."
"Really?" Mimic perked up in interest.
"Right," Tabby nodded. "In fact, the jar of it he gave to her on our birthday she secretly gave to Clever Clover in turn."
"Is that so?" Mimic grinned. "Well, I must admit that you were more cooperative than I thought you would be."
"Will you kindly leave now?" Tabby snarled. "I don't want to get involved in this any more."
"Still as touchy as before, aren't you?" Mimic laughed. "It was always so much fun picking on you."
"Alright, I'm going!" Mimic turned to leave. "But just remember, Tex is mine, okay?"
"That's fine with me," was all Tabby said after Mimic had closed the door.
* * *
"Tamara, is it true that you don't really like Tex's salsa?"
Tamara looked up abruptly at Tiffany's remark. "What do you mean, I don't like Tex's salsa?"
Tiffany set her purse up on the counter of the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe. "That's what I've been hearing today."
Tamara gulped as she waited for Scoops to fill her order. "Well, that's just silly," she retorted.
"But everyone's talking about it," Tiffany persisted. "There must be some truth behind it."
"Everybody?" Tamara's eyes opened wide.
"Really, I wouldn't hold it against you," Tiffany chattered on. "I just don't know how Tex'll hold up to it. He's very proud of his
salsa blend, you know."
"Exactly! And I don't have anything against it!" Tamara bluffed. "Whatever rumor this is, it's not true!"
"Tamara?" Scoops' voice pierced into Tamara's mind. "Here's your sundae. That'll be three jangles."
"We'll talk more later," Tamara dismissed herself from her friend, and scurried off to find a table with a good vantage point. She
had to be alerted as soon as Tex came in.
A million thoughts ran through her head. She couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was true that she really didn't like Tex's salsa... but
she kept that an extremely guarded secret; not even her best friend Tiffany knew. She never wanted Tex to find out, lest he look down upon her for it.
And that was hardly what she needed now with Mimic on the scene.
But how had word about it gotten out? Tamara thought back. Could it be Clever Clover? He had been the one to whom she had
given away her jar of salsa, which had been a birthday present from Tex. He didn't seem like the rumor-spreading type, but it may have leaked out
Of course, maybe Tiffany had exaggerated over the fact of "everyone" knowing. She was known to do that at times. Tamara
hoped that Tex hadn't heard anything about it yet. But if he had... well, certainly he had more sense than to get upset at her for it.
At least Tiffany doesn't seem too concerned with it now, Tamara thought to herself in relief. The princess was currently
batting her eyelashes and giggling frequently as she conversed with some of the stallions working at the coffee shop section of the ice cream
But it was then that Tex walked in.
Tamara instantly jumped up from her seat and attempted to look natural as she strolled up to Tex. "Hello there," she
"Tamara." Tex looked at her wide-eyed. "You don't like my salsa."
Tamara's face fell. He had heard. "Now, Tex, that's not what I meant at all," she tried to justify herself.
"You could have told me instead of leading me on like this," Tex said.
"But Tex!" Tamara protested. "It's not that I don't approve of your shop..."
"You just don't like what it sells," Tex said accusingly.
Tamara sighed. "I might not particularly care for salsa, but that doesn't mean I dislike you for it."
"Well, you still pretended to like it when you didn't."
"But... but..." Tamara thought quickly. "Oh, Tex! The only reason I pretended is because I wanted so badly for you to like
"Really?" Tex asked hopefully.
Tamara turned her head away and hoped that her sniffle sounded authentic. "I just thought that... that... you'd look down upon me
if you knew."
"Oh, Tamara!" Tex put his front leg around Tamara's shoulders. "You didn't have to pretend. I would have understood."
Tamara gazed adoringly up into his eyes. She had been forgiven. It was at that moment that her reverie was shattered,
"Hello, Tex. Hello, Tamara," came Mimic's voice. "I thought I'd find you here!"
"Mimic!" Tex immediately pushed Tamara away and dashed over to greet his old friend. "I'd been hoping I'd catch you
Tamara scowled as the two went into a deep conversation. Tex led Mimic off to a table, completely forgetting Tamara. Mimic
smirked at Tamara as they went by.
"Why, you little..." Tamara seethed to herself. Of course it had been Mimic who had started the salsa rumor. How she had found
out that fact wasn't important; what was important was finding the proper retaliation.
* * *
"So you want me to dig up something on Mimic's past that'll hurt her reputation now?"
"Exactly," Tamara nodded.
Tabby had not been too surprised by her cousin's request; actually, she had been expecting it. She decided she'd help Tamara out,
too. She didn't know who to root for, and it would be interesting to get the inside story on the current happenings in the situation if she played on both
"Well? Can you remember anything?" Tamara prodded.
"Yeah, but I'm just trying to figure out which one would work best," Tabby said contemplatively.
"She's just an... an... obnoxious worm!" Tamara hissed.
"That was always one of her favorite transformations," Tabby nodded.
"Oh, that's her unicorn magic. She can change into anything. She liked being a worm."
"It suits her," Tamara huffed.
"Now, there was the time she was dating Slugger at the same time she was seeing Tex," Tabby said after a pause. "Tex never
"Really?" Tamara's eyes opened wide at the prospect. "What happened to Slugger?"
"Oh, Mimic dumped him not too long after that," Tabby recalled. "I think."
"That will work perfectly," Tamara grinned fiendishly. "Mind if I put in a call to Tiffany right now?" Tex would never
forgive her for doing something like that! she thought jubilantly.
"Sure, why not? Spread all the rumors you want."
Tamara motioned her cousin to be quiet as she let the phone ring. "Tiffany! How are you today? Do you know about that Mimic
that's back in town? Well, did you hear that she..."
* * *
"Hey, Love Token!" Snowdrop greeted her friend as they ran into each other at the salsa shop the next day.
"Snowdrop, hello!" Love Token acknowledged. "I didn't know you did much shopping here."
"Oh, I don't usually, but..." Snowdrop lowered her voice. "I wanted to stop by and see if I could find out anything more about
what I've been hearing."
"What? Something about the salsa shop?" Love Token's ears perked up.
Snowdrop nodded and continued in a hushed voice. "You know Tex's new girlfriend? The one with the parrot symbol?"
Love Token nodded. "What about her?"
"I heard that she's already married to another guy! He's a big-name baseball player."
"Really?" Love Token gasped. "And Tex doesn't know?"
"I'm not sure yet. That's why I came in here."
"Wow." Love Token gazed over at the counter, where Tex was attending to customers as usual. "The poor guy. He'll be
devastated when he finds out."
As was usual with gossip, this rumor had already gotten out of proportion, much to Tamara's delight. The way the news about
Mimic and Slugger was going, Tex would never want to lay eyes on his "old friend" again.
Tex, as of yet, was oblivious to all the talk about him, however. That is, until Love Token came up to him to pay for a
"I'm just so sorry about Mimic and all," Love Token murmured, setting her bottle of salsa on the counter.
"Mimic?" Tex asked anxiously. "What happened to her? Is it serious? Is she okay?"
Love Token just smiled sympathetically. "I know how you must feel. Finding out all of a sudden that she's already married to
"Married?" Tex echoed. His heart dropped, and his face turned pale. In a state of shock, he rang up Love Token'
purchase. Mimic couldn't be married... she wouldn't do anything like that...
Love Token paid for her salsa and made a quick exit, seeing that Mimic had just strolled in the building. The lime green unicorn
walked boldly up to the counter. "Hi, Tex," she said cheerfully.
"Mimic..." Tex just stared at her blankly.
Mimic giggled. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"So you're married already, huh?" Tex sighed.
Mimic looked taken aback. "Me? Married?" she said in surprise. "However did you get that notion in your head?"
"But... Love Token said you were..." Tex trailed off.
"Oh!" Mimic recalled. "Is it that silly rumor about me and Slugger?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Tex shrugged.
"Well, it's not true," Mimic said firmly. "I haven't seen nor thought about Slugger in years."
"But you did at one point?" Tex said accusingly.
"Well, maybe I did sorta like him, for a little while," Mimic admitted. "But that was a long time ago!"
"Oh..." Tex still looked unconvinced.
"I was young and foolish back then, Tex!" Mimic pleaded, looking him straight in the eye. "I'm different now. I'm not sneaking
around behind your back."
"Oh, Mimic!" Tex reached across the counter and drew Mimic in close to him.
"Oh, Tex!" Mimic melted in his embrace. "I knew you'd understand."
It was only when Tex made the move to tenderly kiss Mimic when Tamara decided to drop in. "Am I interrupting something?" the
pink unicorn said curtly.
"Tamara..." Tex looked at Mimic uncomfortably.
Mimic only smiled smugly. "How nice of you to drop in, Tamara."
"I guess I'll be on my way," Tamara said coolly, turning to leave. "I suppose our date for later is off."
"Wait!" Tex said pleadingly, pulling away from Mimic after a moment's hesitation. "Tamara, don't go!"
Tamara glanced stonily back at him. "It doesn't look like you have a need for me any more."
"You're both good friends of mine," Tex defended himself.
Since when did I go from girlfriend to a "good friend"? Tamara fumed to herself.
"Tex, I think I'd better go now so you can patch things up with Tamara here," Mimic offered. "Don't forget our date
With Mimic out the door, Tamara turned her full attention to Tex. Tex just stared downwards and avoided eye contact.
"I guess it slipped your mind again that you were meeting me," Tamara snapped.
"I didn't mean to," Tex mumbled.
"Tex, look at yourself! You act like a mindless zombie whenever Mimic is around."
"She's an old friend, Tamara."
"I'm sick of that line, Tex! Get a grip on yourself!"
"Tamara, please don't be upset."
It was that line from Tex that melted Tamara's heart. "Alright," she said softly. "I understand. You need some time with Mimic;
"Right. I guess." Tex continued to stare down at the counter as he fumbled with the drawer of his antique cash register.
"You know," Tamara said, coming over to inspect the out-of-date model, "you should really get a modern computer system for
"This one was cheap," Tex shrugged. "I picked it up at a garage sale."
"Still, it would make the running of your shop easier with a new model," Tamara suggested. Well, he'll at least see that I care
about his business even if I don't like his salsa, she reflected.
"I've just never felt like taking the money out for one," Tex said.
"Oh?" Tamara began to get the inkling of an idea. "Well... what if..."
"What?" Tex asked curiously.
"I'll tell you what, Tex," Tamara offered. "I'll buy you a new system."
"Tamara! You don't have to do that!" Tex protested.
"I want to," Tamara said solemnly as their gaze met. "For the good of the salsa shop."
Tex nodded in surprise. "Alright. That's really nice of you."
Tamara felt that she had made some headway in winning Tex back. "Well, I guess I'll get out of here now," she said cheerfully.
"You'll have to get ready for your meeting with Mimic."
"Yeah, Tamara," Tex said, still a little shocked. "Bye."
* * *
Tamara was feeling extremely positive by the next morning. She had already called around to several manufacturers, and had
placed an order for a new cash register she felt confident that Tex would be at ease with. She thought she'd drop in at his house to tell him about
She rang his doorbell and waited impatiently. Tex was usually prompt at answering the door, but something was delaying him this
time. She paused and listened closely. She could hear the conversing of voices inside. He must have company. Company that could only be...
"M-Mimic," Tamara stuttered when her rival opened the door. "That is-- that is-- I wasn't expecting to see you," she corrected
"Oh," Mimic laughed, "I just dropped in on Tex earlier. We've been talking about old times."
"Yes, where is he..." Tamara trailed off, searching the area behind Mimic.
"Right here, Tamara," Tex said cheerfully, coming up behind Mimic. "We've just been playing with Emilio. He sure does like