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With all those new Phony models on the market, it was clear to some enterprising young executive that it would be a good idea to arrange for them to all be in one place somehow- an interactive catalogue to show off the range, while simultaneously separating them from their older generation.

The adult Phonies only knew the place as "daycare," or, alternatively, depending on their babby's activity levels, "a godsend."

PARTY was the first to wander into the daycare center, a large classroom-like setting with a playground outside. Keeping in the theme, the grass was plastic, as was all the playground equipment. Nothing for a little Phony to cut themselves on! He waited for others to arrive while attempting to climb up the slippery, slidey bit of one of the slides. This place was pretty fun- could use some music, maybe some balloons- but all in all, a pretty good place. He hoped that his sister and brother would show up, or else he'd have to leave, track them down, and drag them back here.

"Draftastic!" PARTY shouted, leaping off the slides and running over to his brother to give him a hoof-bump, his preferred method of greeting. "I'd say it's some place. Playground, snacks, heck, probably loads of toys inside. But it looks like it's just you an' me right now. I'm thinkin' we need to get this joint a'jumpin'. You seen our sister yet today?" While Draft Punk was awesome, one of the best brothers anybody could hope for, the Taco Puffs weren't complete without their third member.

Taquita didn't like being dumped off here. At least it was away from all the commotion of the main gathering area. Everyone fussing about was starting to get annoying. She stared at her brothers; they were both too excitable. Maybe it wouldn't be as quiet here as she liked.

Looking around the daycare, it seemed only their parents had left them here to suffer. Everyphony else's parents must have loved them more and wanted them around. Her dad was probably off with some harlot. Taquita was pretty she he would never lover her that much, and she wasn't sure she cared.

"Hi, PARTY. Hi, Draft. You guys seem to be having a good time here."

Draft Punk was about to comment more about making music when his dear sister showed up. Taquita was the light colored one of the group, both him and PARTY being so vivid colored. She had all the grace of their french mother, he admired that in her. She had a strange way of looking at things but she was his only sister, so he cared what she though. He trotted cutely over to her and gave her a nuzzle greeting.

"Hey Taquita! We were about to try and make some music to get more people to come!" then Draft noticed a new phony babby. Wow he didn't look like any of his siblings, not even Taquita. The blurple phony approached Lullaby and smiled a his bright greeting.

"Hey there. I'm Draft Punk. The black colt is my brother PARTY and this lovely lady is my sister, Taquita," he nodded to his siblings so they were introduced, "we are the Taco Puff siblings. What's your name?" he looked to the white and green colt infront of him. Sure his sibs had different hair, in fact his was the only one that wasn't curly like his father's. His mother said that was a blessing, as he was cursed with his father's hair color in his hide.

As soon as he saw her, PARTY galloped over to Taquita and attempted to give her that combination of hug and noogie beloved of siblings the world over. She was awfully quiet, but really great to hang out with. But his sister's mane was saved by the arrival of a dark horse in the playroom. Well. A pale phony, actually, but the metaphor sort of worked. The green-maned kid looked a little scared, and PARTY supposed that he needed reassuring more than Taquita. She had both her brothers here to protect her, but this new phony was all alone! He nodded vigorously at Draft's introduction. "Nailed it! What's your name, new kid? Like he said, I'm PARTY, and he's Draft Punk, and our best sister's Taquita! She's real smart, and we're real loud!"

Knots must have asked Mommy and Daddy "Why?" about a hundred times before, to her parents' relief, they dropped their colts and fillies off at the "daycare".

Tangles and Yawn were in no doubt a dire need for some quiet about the house so Tangles could do the laundry and cleaning while Yawn was given some peace for a nap.

They didn't let her take any of her favorite toys for fear she may lose them, so she was fast learning how to fold paper into paper boats and hats to make her own sailing fleet, using a bit of blue playcarpet as a sea and some building blocks as sea monsters.

Lullaby lifted a hoof and waved at Knots, making a mental note to go play with her later. Her games were always the best.

“Your daddy must be really loud! A-and music! I do like music, I think…” He trailed off for a moment to actually ponder over the question. “My mama sings to me sometimes, but she usually falls asleep half way though.”

He gave a dreamy sort of smile. “And I like to sing nursery rhymes.”

PARTY was not joking when he said that he was real loud. There were nights when Taquita would bury her head under her pillow and squeeze her hooves in her ears until it hurt just to try to block out the sound of PARTY singing along to one of his favorite songs. And here's a spoiler, all his favorite songs were also their dad's songs. PARTY was in desperate need of a strong, male figure in his life to set him straight or else he'd be singing about making love to cheap floozies forever.

Yet another green and white phony walked in. This one seemed content to play with paper and blocks. Taquita would not resort to such childish ways to amuse herself. She liked to think she had gone beyond her "block stage" of life. The green unicorn was lucky though, as she seemed to avoid being verbally accosted by PARTY.

All the other phonies seemed too occupied to see the ghostly unicorn walk in. Taquita might have missed her if the teal filly hadn't walked right up and recited poetry. Taquita gave a hard and steely glare as she recited the next stanza, "We slowly drove, he knew no haste, and I had put away my labour, and my leisure too, for his civility." Poetry was serious business. Taquita did not ******** around when it came to reciting it.