The Necklace Dilemma
"Isn't it awful how many different spellings my name has?' Tabby complained.
"There's Tabby-- that's the best of all-- or Taby, or Tabbie. Of course, there's always the
dreaded Tabitha, which could also be Tabbitha..."
"My name has no variations. You can't misspell it," Tiffany sighed happily.
"Sure, Tiffy," Tabby smirked.
Tamara glanced reproachfully at her cousin. "Tabitha! How many times do we have
to tell you-- full names are the way to go. It's the wave of the future!"
Tabby and Tamara had been invited to the Royal Paradise by Tiffany, and the three
were now wasting time looking up their names in a book of names and meanings they had found
" ‘Tabitha' means ‘gazelle'." Tabby paused in thought. "What's a gazelle?"
Tamara furrowed her brow. "I think it's a pony-like creature," she decided.
"And it has two unicorn horns!" Tiffany added.
"Two?" Tabby frowned. She didn't want any creature having more than one unicorn
horn. "Well, one horn is better than two," she finally philosophized.
"But everyone knows pegasi are more beautiful than unicorns," Tiffany declared
snobbishly, closely inspecting her own set of pure white wings.
"I beg to differ!" Tamara said indignantly.
"Tammy's right. Unicorns are better, Tiff," Tabby said in dismissal.
"That's Tiffany!" the princess retorted.
"And my name is Tamara!" Tamara wailed. "Hmm... let see what Tamara means!"
the pink unicorn exclaimed, grabbing the book from Tabby. "I'm sure it's something wonderful."
She glanced through the columns of print. "Ah-hah! Here it is... Tamara... ‘palm tree'?" she
"That's a pretty boring name definition," Tabby said.
"Exactly what I was thinking, Tabitha," Tiffany said breezily, and took the book from
Tamara. "Now, Tiffany, on the other hoof..." She hummed as she browsed the pages.
"But ‘palm tree' really isn't that bad," Tamara said in self-defense. "It makes me
think of a nice, tropical vacation."
Her two friends weren't listening, though. Tiffany was still flipping through pages,
and Tabby had leaned back in her seat on the couch, her thoughts appearing to be centered
elsewhere for the moment.
"Mmm." Tiffany looked up smugly. "My name means ‘in the image of God'."
Upon hearing this, Tabby couldn't help but start snickering. "You really oughta live
up to your name better, Tiff."
Tiffany looked at Tabby in annoyance, but didn't comment. "I am a princess," she
"Oh, for Pete's sake!" Tamara blustered. "Isn't there anything else to do today?"
"Arguing over names is a rather thrilling occupation," Tabby said.
"Let's go to the Perm Shoppe!" Tiffany squealed.
"That's what you suggest every time I'm visiting," Tabby complained.
"She suggests it every time I'm here, too," Tamara agreed. "But it's still a good
"It's too hot to go anywhere," Tabby pointed out. "And it's air-conditioned here at
the Royal Paradise."
Tamara and Tiffany nodded slowly. They really didn't want to face the intense heat
outside, either. "Tomorrow," Tiffany declared.
"Let's plan a party!" Tamara suggested next.
Tabby rolled her eyes. "You two are so predictable," she sighed. "I always know
you're going to want to go to the Perm Shoppe or throw a party."
"But they're both so much fun!" Tiffany said.
"We can always gossip!" Tamara said excitedly.
"Of course!" Tiffany clapped her front hooves together in delight.
Tiffany and Tamara both seemed happy with that idea, and Tabby just sat there
listening in. Sometimes she could pick up valuable information from these two.
"Did you know that Chocolate Chip has been with Current at the Satin Slipper Sweet
Shoppe the past two nights?" Tiffany demanded.
Tamara raised an eyebrow. "I think he's too young for you, Tiffany."
"That's not what I meant," Tiffany went on. "I meant, what can he see in such a
Tamara nodded. "That's true. She's so... plain. I must admit, though, she has a
wonderful cat. I hope she'll enter the next cat-show I'm setting up."
"And then there's the fact that Toby hasn't called me all day," Tiffany prattled on.
"Well, Tex dropped in to see me just this morning," Tamara bragged.
"Unfortunately," Tabby agreed, and yawned. Hanging around with these two could
get awfully boring. It had been more fun arguing over names. Usually, though, there was
something of interest in their gossip. Tabby stared out the window, wishing she had something to
drink. Why didn't Tiffany offer her guests anything to drink on such a hot day?
Suddenly, Tabby's attention was back on Tamara and Tiffany's conversation.
"...and Princess Dawn told me that her friend heard that someone wants to buy
Tabby's old vet clinic building," Tiffany was informing Tamara.
"I thought I sold that disgusting place months ago," Tabby interrupted.
Tamara shook her head. "No you didn't, Tabitha. The flower deliverer looked into
setting his shop up there, but decided against purchasing it."
"So who wants it?" Tabby demanded. "I just want it off my hooves."
Tiffany shrugged. "Dawn didn't know exactly."
"Are you sure you want to sell the building?" Tamara questioned. "Doesn't it hold a
lot of memories?"
"That place is ugly and unaesthetical," Tabby said is disgust. "I could never keep it
Tiffany nodded. "Yes. I remember last year when I first got Theodora and brought
her into your clinic... it was still running just a year ago, wasn't it? It seems longer than
"Being a Pokčmon nurse is much better than being a veterinarian," Tabby went on.
"Why, I had to put up with being in charge of my old clinic ever since I got out of college. And
the only reason I became a vet was because my mom was always pressuring me to go into that
field... I think."
"Probably because it's a well-paying occupation," Tamara said in approval.
"The pay would have been a good part," Tabby contradicted, "except that I forgot to
open it half the time... therefore, I was always broke anyway..."
Tiffany started giggling. "You and Sugarberry were always washing dishes late into
the night at the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe to pay off Scoops for the sundaes you'd had. Of
course, that was before--"
"And then I discovered Atlantis-- well, Cleve Clove was with me, I guess-- and when
I got back to Dream Valley, I found out that some creep had opened a better clinic while I was
gone!" Tabby shrieked in outrage, forgetting what she was saying.
Tiffany paused for a second. "That ‘creep' was Thomas," she reminded.
"Oh... yeah," Tabby blushed. "I lost track of myself."
"You know, that's a good idea!" Tamara exclaimed suddenly.
"Losing track of yourself?" Tabby questioned.
"Tiffany, let's host an Atlantean-themed party!" Tamara suggested, ignoring Tabby's
Tiffany smiled radiantly. "What a perfect idea!" she said excitedly. "Tamara, you
and I can come up with some really Atlantean-looking jewelry and hair-styles. And we'll-- that is,
I'll-- look even more beautiful in them than the Atlanteans do."
"This will be fun! Everyone will want to come!" Tamara said gleefully. "Tabby, you
were in Atlantis. What jewelry were the Atlantean ponies wearing?"
"I didn't meet any Atlanteans--" Tabby started.
Tiffany scoffed. "Atlantis is a bustling metropolis, at the height of fashion. You
couldn't go there and not meet anyone. Maybe you didn't go at all."
"We'll plan an Atlantis party just fine without your help, Tabby," Tamara added.
Tabby rolled her eyes, but didn't bother to correct Tiffany and Tamara's ideas on
Atlantis. "Hey, you two. It's five-thirty. Time to head to the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe."
Tabby led the group out of the Royal Paradise, with Tiffany and Tamara following
behind; those two were bubbling over with non-stop talk about their new party idea. Tabby had
nearly forgotten the fact that Tiffany had hinted that someone was interested in buying the
building of her old vet clinic.
* * *
A few days later, Tamara and Tiffany were out shopping for decorations and other
supplies for their Atlantis party.
"Navy blue crepe paper," Tamara said firmly.
"No, it has to be aqua!" Tiffany argued. "Navy blue is too... dark. Aqua would
capture the true essence of Atlantis."
"Well," Tamara sniffed. "I don't see how we know what the true essence of Atlantis
is. None of my fashion magazines have any articles on Atlantean styles."
"I don't care what you say," Tiffany said stubbornly. "I'm buying it in aqua."
"Let's forget about crepe paper for now," Tamara said, consulting the check-list she
held in her hoof. I'll go pick out plates. You find some decent-looking candles. We'll have those
on the refreshment tables, and they'll look quite nice."
In a huff, Tiffany trotted down the aisle in the party supplies shop to find candles.
I hope they have them in aqua, she thought to herself.
Navy blue paper plates would be excellent, Tamara was pondering as she
went in search of the needed items.
Tiffany lightly stepped into the aisle, where a large section was devoted to various-sized
candles of every different color available. She dove straight to the aqua ones.
"Hello, fair lady." A strange figure stepped into the aisle Tiffany was in and bowed to
Tiffany gasped as she looked up, and dropped the long, slender candle she had picked
up. This stranger was definitely not a normal pony... or human, for that matter, even if his form
did resemble one.
The figure stood up straight on his whale-fin shaped legs. He appeared to be a cross
between a human and a whale. His body was muscular and smooth like that of a whale; but in the
place of fins, he had strong-looking arms and legs. Though his head was clearly that of a whale,
his eyes and mustache were definitely that of a human. A pair of spectacles was perched near the
end of his nose.
"Wh-h-hat... are you?" Tiffany stuttered.
The whale-man smiled charmingly. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation
in the other aisle about a party you're throwing." He stretched out an arm, and displayed an
ancient-looking medallion. "I'm selling this fine Atlantean necklace."
Tiffany gasped again, but this time in wonder. She stepped closer to the whale-man
and picked the medallion up in her hoof. It appeared to be made of bronze in the shape of an
ominous-looking whale head. It was strung on a thick, gold-plated necklace cord.
"It's beautiful!" Tiffany exclaimed. "And it would complement my Atlantean outfit
"You like it, then?" the whale-man questioned.
"I love it," Tiffany breathed.
"I heard you mention an Atlantis party, and I thought this necklace couldn't find a
better home than with such a fair pony as you," the whale-man declared.
"I'll take it!" Tiffany squealed. "I'll look so beautiful when I wear it. It is genuine
Atlantean, right?" She scrutinized the medallion carefully.
"Be assured, it is not a fake," the whale-man assured her. "I'm a highly educated
student of Atlantis, and this definitely dates from that ancient city."
"You are simply too kind, sir," Tiffany gushed. "How can I ever repay you,
"Shane. Dr. Malcolm Shane," the whale-man informed the princess. "The cost of
this fine piece of jewelry is only two thousand jangles, which is, indeed, a great bargain."
"Here you go." Tiffany flashed Dr. Shane a winning smile as she handed over the
requested jangles from her purse.
After glancing at the bills Tiffany handed him, Dr. Shane smiled back. "Have a
wonderful time at the party." With that, he bowed again, and was quickly on his way.
"This is too perfect!" Tiffany whispered to herself, slipping the necklace around her
neck. "I'll be the star of the party with this." She smiled dreamily and imagined the scene...
"Tiffany, haven't you got the candles yet?" Tamara demanded. She had entered the
aisle while Tiffany was lost in her daydream. "I have plates and glasses. It doesn't take that long
to pick out candles."
Tiffany ran her hoof across the surface of the medallion. "Oh, I wasn't taking that
long, Tamara," she murmured.
Tamara's mouth dropped open as she saw what Tiffany had around her neck.
"Where in the world did you get that?" she asked enviously.
"Oh, a Dr. Shane sold it to me while you were looking at plates," Tiffany said
nonchalantly, picking up a box of the aqua candles she had been inspecting.
"Didn't he have another?" Tamara gawked.
"No, it's unique." Tiffany smiled to herself. "And I think Toby will like it on me;
don't you?" She briskly started walking towards the check-out. "Come on. We're done at this
Tamara followed behind, too jealous of Tiffany's necklace to complain about the
color of candles the princess had picked.
Dr. Malcolm Shane grinned evilly from a shadowy corner of the store as he watched
Tamara and Tiffany leave. "Soon, I will have my revenge!" he said to himself, and laughed
* * *
Tabby swatted at a mosquito that had landed on her foreleg. Why in the world had
Tamara and Tiffany decided to host their Atlantis party outside? By the river? With
no protection against mosquitos?
Tabby had just arrived at the party, which was just starting. Tiffany and Tamara had
certainly gone all out on this occasion-- except for mosquito prevention. Bright, colored lights lit
up the early evening sky and made beautiful splashy patterns in the river. Fancy desserts and aqua
candles covered the long refreshment tables. They probably all have raisins or something else
disgusting baked into them, Tabby reasoned. The Sea Ponies added their festive songs to
the party atmosphere.
It reminded Tabby a lot of the summer dance last year Sugarberry had told her about.
She was certainly glad that annoying stallion, Cliff, didn't show his face around her any
Just as I thought, Tabby thought to herself, inspecting all the desserts laid
out on bright tablecloths covered in fish designs. Everything's smothered in whipped cream.
What does whipped cream have to do with Atlantis?
"And where's that over-styled cousin of mine?" Tabby muttered. "I'm going to give
her a piece of my mind over all this whipped cream if it's the last thing I do!"
Tamara had obviously been nearby, as she suddenly appeared in front of Tabby.
"Were you mumbling about me, Tabitha?" she questioned, pushing a stray lock of hair back into
"I want to know," Tabby said viciously, "why you had to cover all the food in
whipped cream. Why, I'm sure it'd all be perfectly wonderful if it weren't for that-- that-- vile,
disgusting stuff." She shook her head.
"Tiffany and I both thought that these cakes would be the best for this party, and you
wouldn't believe how much they cost," Tamara reprimanded. "Here, try this one." She gestured
towards one of the fancy cakes on the table. "It has delightful raisins it. I thought it tasted
"You know I hate raisins and whipped cream," Tabby said impatiently. "What you
should have done is put frosting in place of the cream--"
Tamara was obviously ignoring Tabby. "And did you get a load of Tiffany's new
necklace?" she demanded.
Tabby cocked her head. "Another new necklace? She gets a new one every day...
really, I haven't seen her for the past few days."
"She says she paid two thousand jangles for it," Tamara sighed. "And it looks so
Atlantean, you wouldn't believe it!" She tugged at her own simple gold necklace. "I feel so
embarrassed being a hostess of this party, and this thing is the closest I could get to looking
"Where is Tiffany, anyway?" Tabby questioned.
Tamara waved a hoof in the general direction of the beach, where the dancing was
taking place. "Dancing with Toby, or maybe somebody else by now," she scowled. "She's
getting all the attention with that cool necklace of hers."
"It's not worth whining over," Tabby sighed impatiently. "All necklaces look pretty
much the same."
"Oh, Tabitha!" Tamara shook her head. "You simply can't understand fashion."
"Say!" Tabby's face suddenly brightened, as she noticed Tex hadn't joined Tamara.
"Did you dump Tex or something?"
Tamara looked indignant. "Of course not," she said haughtily. "He's just-- he's just--
"Just what?" Tabby prodded.
"Having a boring conversation on sports with Quarterback," Tamara scowled
"Tough luck," Tabby said unsympathetically.
"By the way, I don't see Thomas with you," Tamara said lightly.
"He said he was going to show up a little later," Tabby said defensively.
"Whatever you say, Tabitha," Tamara said. "Oh, would you look at that! I've got to
go over there! Buh-bye!" Tamara trotted off to see whatever it was that had interested
"Such a polite cousin I have," Tabby muttered under her breath.
"Hello, Tabby!" Sugarberry's voice called out. "What're you doing, just standing
Tabby swung her head around to face her friend, who had just entered the party
grounds. "Don't ask what I'm doing; just look at what Tamara and Tiffany did to the food," she
hissed, pulling Sugarberry over closer to the refreshments.
"I don't know; they all look pretty good to me," Vanguard, who was accompanying
Sugarberry, commented, picking up one of the navy blue paper plates.
"But it's all whipped cream!" Tabby wailed.
Sugarberry giggled, and took a bite of the white, fluffy dessert she had on her plate.
"This is yummy. Try some, Tabby," she advised. "Just a little bit."
Tabby shook her head firmly. "I do not eat whipped cream," she stated simply. She
trailed along beside Sugarberry and Vanguard as they walked over the grounds.
"The Bushwoolies look like they're busy on fire duty," Vanguard said. The
Bushwoolies were usually called upon at parties to make sure no fires started from the lighting.
Friendly and Hugster were dousing down a dessert which had somehow gotten on fire.
Serves the stupid whipped cream right, Tabby thought to herself.
"My, I hope no one got hurt in that," Sugarberry frowned, referring to the fire.
"It's a sign that desserts were not meant to have whipped cream in," Tabby
Sugarberry rolled her eyes. "You don't know what you're missing, Tabby," she
teased. "I saw you talking to Tamara right when we got here. How are she and Tiffany taking
the responsibility of being hostesses at this party?"
Tabby paused in thought. "Tamara didn't really say anything in that aspect, except
for the fact that Tiffany has a better necklace than she does."
"Tiffany must have gotten something really special if Tamara admits it's better than
hers," Vanguard said.
"Well, I haven't seen Tiffany at all yet," Tabby frowned. "let alone this necklace she
"Her hooves will get sore from dancing sometime," Sugarberry assured Tabby.
Tabby scrutinized the scene on the beach. "I dunno... Tiffany can go for a long
"She's been so wrapped up in party preparations this past week, I've hardly seen
her," Sugarberry commented. "She forgot to schedule an appointment for Theodora at the clinic,
and she's usually prompt about that."
"Ooh, yes." Tabby nodded in remembrance. "Does she still bring that snobby cat of
hers in as often as she did when I worked there?"
"Not as much, after she started seeing Toby," Sugarberry winked. "Well, we'll see
you later, Tabby. Don't look so upset over the whipped cream!" With that, Sugarberry and
Vanguard trotted off and began chatting with another group of ponies that Vanguard obviously
"I feel a song coming on," Tabby said out loud to no one in particular. At that
moment, she noticed Tiffany and Toby leave the dancing on the beach.
"Hey-hey-hey!" Tabby exclaimed, zipping directly over to the two, who appeared to
be in deep conversation. "Whatcha talking about? Hmm? Hmm?" She simply adored prying
into other's conversations.
"It doesn't concern you, Tabby," Tiffany frowned.
"Say!" Tabby caught a glimpse of the medallion strung from Tiffany's neck. "That
looks a lot like the necklace that possessed me in Atlantis. Is it one of those museum
reproductions? Now, I wish I would've thought of mass-marketing imitations of Atlantean
necklaces. I'd be even richer than I am now--"
"This is a genuine piece of Atlantean jewelry," Tiffany informed Tabby haughtily.
"I'm sure you've never heard of the Dr. Shane who so kindly sold it to me, but he's a highly
educated student of Atlantis, and he assured me it's not a fake."
"Gosh," Tabby breathed. "I'd be careful with that medallion if I were you, Tiff. You
never know when some weird Atlantean spirit is going to take over your mind."
"Don't scare Tiffany with stories like that," Toby chided. "There aren't any spirits
going to possess her."
"Toby's right," Tiffany said indignantly. "There's no Atlantean spirit--"
"Who's possessed by an Atlantean spirit?" a voice from behind Tabby queried.
"Tiffany is," Tabby said promptly, turning to Thomas, who had finally shown up.
"It's that necklace she's wearing."
"I'm telling you, it's--" Tiffany shrieked, the pitch of her voice rapidly rising.
"So this is the two thousand jangle necklace I've heard about," Thomas said in
interest. "And you got a genuine spirit thrown in the deal, too."
"It does sound like you got a great bargain there, Tiff," Tabby agreed.
"You... are... making... fun... of... me," Tiffany said slowly through clenched jaws.
"Tiffany, don't get this upset," Toby warned. "Perhaps you'd feel better if you got
something to drink."
With a final bitter glance back at Tabby and Thomas, Tiffany willingly went along
with Toby to the punchbowl.
"And be careful not to turn yourself into a whale," Tabby called after her friend, not
passing up another chance to annoy the princess.
"Peasant," Tiffany was heard to mutter.
"Peasant! She hasn't called me that in ages!" Tabby shrieked with
laughter. "Peasant! She said I was a peasant!"
"Tiffany certainly got more upset than she usually does... when a certain someone is
annoying her over her jewelry," Thomas winked.
Tabby blinked innocently. "She's just mad because she's afraid she wasted two
thousand jangles on a cheap imitation," she predicted. "I, however, was honored enough to wear
a real Atlantean necklace with a real Atlantean spirit!"
Thomas-- along with all of Tabby's other friends-- had heard the story of Tabby and
Clever Clover's adventure in Atlantis a million times over. "You're not seriously thinking that
necklace has an Atlantean spirit in, do you?" he prodded.
Tabby suddenly paused. "Well, no, not seriously... but now that you've brought it
up-- maybe it is the real medallion, and she'll kill us all!" Tabby exclaimed dramatically. "...or
"Clever Clove will have something to say on this," Thomas predicted.
"If he shows up tonight at all. And if he doesn't," Tabby chattered, "I'm going to
bug him about it into all infinity."
"You're always bugging him about something into ‘all infinity'," Thomas
"Well, yes, that's true," Tabby admitted. "But it's the principle of this party. Being
the second discoverer of Atlantis, he should be here to make sure no Atlantean spirits or such
"Clever Clover was the second discoverer? And I suppose that makes you the first?"
Thomas said playfully. "You can continue this fascinating conversation on Atlantean spirits, but I
say we should go dance." He urged her towards the beach.
"I suppose so..." Tabby cast a frown back at the refreshment table. "..since the food
is ruined, there's nothing else to do." She broke into a quick trot towards the beach. It
probably won't affect me if Tiffany is possessed, anyway, she decided to herself.
* * *
Clever Clover saw Toby and Tiffany at the punchbowl as he entered the party
grounds. "Hi-ho!" he called out to the couple.
"Good evening," Toby greeted the archeologist from Friendship Gardens.
Tiffany took a sip of punch from her glass. "Yes, hello, Clever Clover," she added.
"Now, I'm sure you have better sense than Tabby."
"Well, probably," Clever Clover said slowly, hoping Tabby wasn't in the vicinity.
"This necklace does look like a genuine Atlantean item, doesn't it?" Tiffany asked
"She's still shook up over an incident with Tabby that took place earlier," Toby
Hmm, what did Tabby say this time? Clever Clove mused. To Tiffany, after
scrutinizing the medallion around her neck, he said, "I'd have to get a closer look at it and do
"If you're this distraught over it, Tiffany, perhaps you should have it professionally
examined to determine its age," Toby suggested.
"No one is getting their hooves on my necklace," Tiffany said possessively, clutching
a hoof over the whale medallion.
Interesting... that looks exactly like the Nur-Ab-Fin necklace Tabby had in
Atlantis, Clever Clover thought to himself. But it can't be the same one. There's no way
it could've gotten to Dream Valley. Tiffany sure is acting the way Tabby did under the influence
of it, though.
"You can't take my necklace," Tiffany repeated, piercing through Clever Clover's
thoughts. "It's just right for what I want it for, and that's all I need to know."
Toby nodded approvingly. "That the way to look at it. Don't let what Tabby said
get you down."
"Uhh... so... have you gotten into Pokčmon training yet, Tiffany?" Clever Clover
finally asked. I wish I had an oricalcum bead handy to put in the medallion. That'd clear
"Theodora is more than I can keep up with already," Tiffany retorted. In a huff, she
turned her back on Clever Clover and walked off. Toby had no choice but to go with her.
"This is very interesting indeed," Clever Clover mumbled to himself. "Something is
definitely wrong here. Tiffany loves that cat of hers; she'd never get sick of having her around!
I'll have to get to the bottom of this, somehow..."
* * *
Later that night, Clever Clover caught up with Tabby, who had just finished having
an interesting conversation on Pokčmon with Merry Treat. "Don't you think Tiffany is acting
differently from her usual self tonight?" he questioned.
"Ooh." Tabby nodded knowledgeably. "You saw her Nur-Ab-Whatever necklace.
Do you think she's really possessed? Do you think the medallion is really real?" To herself, she
was thinking, Oh, dear, he's here. Now I can't bug him about not coming.
"We can't take this too lightly," Clever Clove warned. "Who knows what damage
she might cause... if it is genuine..."
"Oh, Cleve Clove," Tabby sighed. "We left that stupid necklace lying somewhere on
the bottom of the ocean. It can't be that one. Unless the Sea Ponies found it and brought it to
Ponyland. Or else--"
"Perhaps it is different than the one you had, but still works on the same principle,"
Clever Clover mused. "In which case, we must get it away from Tiffany as soon as
"I'll let you handle this on your own," Tabby suggested. "It sounds too confusing for
my mind to comprehend."
Clever Clover, however, had stopped listening to Tabby, like most ponies did
eventually. "Yes, this is very strange," he mumbled, beginning to walk off, deep in thought. "I
must get to work on this..."
Tabby watched him go. "Hmm, maybe there is something up with that medallion. I
might do some investigating of my own... later... if I feel like it..."
* * *
Tamara arrived home about fifteen minutes after Tabby that night. "I simply need a
necklace like Tiffany's!" she wailed, pouting as she flopped down on the living room couch.
Tabby looked up from her seat on the other side of the room. "Oh, you don't want
one, Tammy," she assured her cousin.
"Why wouldn't I want one?" Tamara shot back. "And my name is Tamara!
"That's good; you're picking up some of Tweeg's lines," Tabby said in approval.
"Cleve Clove thinks that Tiffany is possessed by an Atlantean spirit because of that medallion.
Now, I had a necklace like that in Atlantis and I was possessed, but I still think he's overreacting.
For all I know, it might be true, though... that's why I'm going to start an
"If you're trying to make me feel better, it's not working," Tamara grumbled,
slouching deeper into the couch.
"Oh, I'm not; don't worry," Tabby said quickly. "Hmm, I can conduct my first
"With whom?" Tamara questioned. "I'm not letting you call all my friends at this
hour of the night!"
"I won't do that, either," Tabby assured her. "You'll do just fine for tonight."
"I don't want to talk about that necklace," Tamara sniffled.
"But I do," Tabby continued. "Where did Tiffany get the medallion? She mentioned
getting it from some Atlantean doctor, I think. What was that about?"
"It's late," Tamara complained.
"That's not what I asked," Tabby said impatiently.
"Uhh... we were shopping for party supplies, I think," Tamara said reluctantly. "I
went to find plates-- I'm the one that picked those wonderful navy blue ones out-- and when I
went to candles to find Tiffany again, she had that wonderful Atlantean-looking necklace." She
sighed at the remembrance.
"But who'd she get it from?" Tabby prodded.
"I think she said some Dr. Shame sold it to her-- the rumor is for two thousand
"Dr. Shame, eh? I thought she told me it was a Dr. Mane. Well, Tamara, you have
told me nothing. You're dismissed," Tabby said, waving her hoof through the air. "My, it's late,
isn't it? Really, you shouldn't keep me up like this!"
* * *
Tabby and Merry Treat heard a variety of rumors on Tiffany and her necklace while
working at the Pokčmon Center the next day:
"Sunbeam told me Tiffany paid twenty thousand jangles for that necklace!"
"Have you two heard about the spirit that has possessed Tiffany? I couldn't believe
it when I heard it at the Perm Shoppe earlier this morning!"
"Princess Tiffany is getting rid of her cat, and then she's going to become a Pokčmon
"Tiffany has been seen with a handsome new stallion in town who's name is
"Tiffany's going to donate twenty million jangles to charity. The spirit of good will
has finally hit her."
"Would you believe a spirit is haunting the Royal Paradise?! It's hiding a treasure of
twenty thousand jangles."
"Clever Clover summoned up a spirit to possess Tiffany!"
"I did no such thing!"
"Why, Cleve Clove!" Tabby trotted up to the counter, where her friend from
Friendship Gardens was defending himself of Love Melody's claim. "What an awful thing to
As Love Melody discreetly left the building, Clever Clover looked reproachingly at
Tabby. "You know I didn't summon up any spirit... Tabitha!"
Tabby smirked. "Yes, but I simply had to bug you about it... for a little while. Say,
do you have an injured Pokčmon or not?"
Clever Clover shook his head. "Farfetch'd and Rattata are both fine. We've got to
talk about Tiffany's medallion--"
"We still need a fair match, Cleve Clove!" Merry Treat added to the conversation.
Clever Clover had recently gotten a Forest Badge for defeating Merry Treat, the Dream Valley
Pokčmon Gym Leader-- however, Tabby's Jigglypuff had somehow gotten involved in the battle
and caused Clever Clover's Farfetch'd to win. Merry Treat still wanted a re-match.
"Later," Clever Clover said distantly. "Now, I've been thinking about the necklace
scenario. Tabby, when you had yours on while we were on our Atlantis adventure, it only really
took control of you once we were in the center of the city, right?"
Tabby paused in thought. "Yeah... I think so. When we got to that Whale Machine
thing, I really went crazy."
"Exactly," Clever Clover continued. "When you were wearing it in Dream Valley
before we left, it didn't affect you one bit. I'm sure Tiffany's behavior is strange, but why would
the necklace be affecting her, since we're not anywhere close to Atlantis or anything
"Because... because..." Tabby paused in thought. "Because some Atlanteans
escaped from the city and fled to Dream Valley and built a settlement in the Dark Forest and made
lots of necklaces and Whale Machines and then all the people died out and the city hasn't been
discovered yet in modern times!!!!" she rambled on dramatically without pausing for breath.
Clever Clover stopped for a moment to digest this information. "Interesting theory,
but there aren't any signs in Ponyland of Atlantean settlements. But I'm sure the necklace is
behind this whole thing!"
"However," Tabby said proudly, "I did find out the name of the guy Tiffany got the
"You did?! Why didn't you say so earlier?!"
"I didn't remember until now," Tabby recalled. "But Tamara and I both heard it was
somebody called Dr. Tail."
"Dr. Tail? I've never heard of such a pony. Maybe he works at the hospital, and
Toby would know something about him..." Clever Clover mused.
"Cleve Clove, you're holding up our business here at the center. Think of the sick
Pokčmon that are dying because you're worrying about an Atlantean spirit," Tabby chided
Clever Clover whirled around to look behind him. "There's nobody waiting, Tabby,"
"That's not the point. Shoo! Shoo! Call me later! Why don't you just go whack
Tiffany over the head and then take the medallion off?" Tabby tapped her hoof on the
"I wonder..." Clever Clover said to himself as he backed away from the counter.
"Have a nice day, Tabitha!" he called cheerfully as he walked out the door.
Tabby clenched her jaw. "Tabitha! I'd rather be called a peasant than
"Tabby!" Tarquin, her Meowth, jumped up on the counter in front of her. "Don't
worry about names; there's a patient to attend to!"
"Thanks." Tabby quickly patted Tarquin on the head and went to look over a Pinsir
that had just been brought in. She'd worry about Atlantean medallions and spirits and such
* * *
"Hey-hey-hey!" Tabby exclaimed cheerfully into the receiver of her phone that
evening. "Do you want me or Tamara, hmm?"
"Eh..." The caller paused. "Whoever is in charge of the sale--"
"Oh, my old vet clinic building?" Tabby interrupted. "Talk to me. I'll sell it to you
"Actually, that is what I was calling about," the voice said. "I'd like to get a closer
look at the inside. Would you be available in the near future to give me a tour?"
"Sure! How about tomorrow morning?" Tabby was excited; maybe she could finally
get that old place off her hooves!
"That would be wonderful. I can meet you there at... nine o' clock?"
"Yep, yep, I'll be there," Tabby said quickly. "What's your name, by the way? How
much do you want to pay?"
"I'm Dr. Malcolm Shane. Just arrived in town. If it's as good on the inside as it is
on the outside... I'd be willing to pay two thousand jangles."
"Excellent!" Tabby exclaimed. "You're prepared to pay tomorrow? That's great!
Buh-bye!" Not waiting for a reply, she hung up the receiver and skipped out of the room
cheerfully. "Yes! I'll be rid of that thing tomorrow!"
* * *
Tabby was only slightly surprised to see the strange figure standing in front of her old
clinic building the next morning. Strange figures were always showing up in Ponyland, and this
human-like whale wasn't that outlandish. "I'm Tabby," she introduced herself, brushing past the
whale-man to unlock the front door. "I'll just give you a quick tour, and then--"