While Burt was with Emily, Bob got another patient in his office. It was a pony dressed as a clown.
Bob: So, what exactly can I help you with?
Clown: I'm always tired of everypony making fun of me.
Bob: What do you mean by that?
Clown: Everypony keeps laughing at me!
Bob: That's the problem?
Clown: Yes!
Bob: Did you ever think about why they're laughing at you?
Clown: No, that's why I came to see you.
Bob: Did you ever realize that the reason they laugh at you is because of what you do?
Clown: What are you talking about?
Bob: They way you dress, what you do for a living, and some of the things that you do.
Clown: Are you suggesting that they should laugh at me.
Bob: You're a clown. They're supposed to laugh at you.
Clown: Oh, I thought they were supposed to be scared of me.
Bob: I'm sure there's a few ponies that are scared of clowns.
Clown: Okay, thank you Mr. Newhart. *Leaves office*
Jerry: *Walks into office* What was that all about?
Bob: Somepony confused about what he wanted to do in his life. What's up?
Jerry: I got this patient that thinks I tried hurting him on purpose.
Bob: Why does he think that?
Jerry: This pony is like 12 years old, and still has a few baby teeth. I was trying to pull one of them out, but my hoof slipped, and it hit that colt in the face.
Bob: I'll be there soon. *Gets on phone* Carol.
Carol: Yes?
Bob: Jerry needs my help with something. I'll be out of my office for a few minutes.
Carol: Okay.
Bob: Let's go.
Jerry took Bob into his office.
Jerry: *Sees colt in chair* Alright kid, here's a friend of mine I'd like you to meet, his name is Bob, and he's a therapist.
Bob: Hello.
12 year old: Hi.
Bob: So, Jerry says that you think he hit you on purpose.
12 year old: He did!
Bob: Well, to tell you the truth, he didn't.
12 year old: What are you talking about?!
Bob: You know how sometimes, when somepony tried to carry, or pull something heavy, their hooves slip.
12 year old: Oh, I see now. So his hoof slipped, and hit my face when he tried pulling my tooth out.
Bob & Jerry: Yes.
12 year old: Okay. Well, I'm ready to have my baby tooth pulled out.
Jerry: Alright. Back to work. *Grabs medical tools*
Bob: Alright, you two have fun. I'm going back to my office. *Walks back to office*
Carol: Bob, do you want anything to drink?
Bob: How about a water, instead of coffee today?
Carol: Coming right up Bob.
Howard: *Walks into office* Hey Bob.
Bob: Howard, what are you doing here?
Howard: I got a vacation from work, and I decided to come see you before going to Manehattan.
Bob: What can I do to help you?
Howard: I think I'm obsessed with food.
Bob: That's not a surprise.
Carol: *Arrives with drink*
Bob: Thank you Carol. *Takes drink*
Carol: You're welcome. Call me if you need anything else.
Howard: You don't understand, I think I eat too much.
Bob: Then stop eating. You don't need to come see me for this.
Howard: But I do. You're intelligent, and you know how to solve everypony's problems.
Bob: I think I knew that.
Howard: Okay. I'm going to Manehattan now. I'll see you when I get back.
Bob: I'm looking forward to it.
2 B continued
Bob: So, what exactly can I help you with?
Clown: I'm always tired of everypony making fun of me.
Bob: What do you mean by that?
Clown: Everypony keeps laughing at me!
Bob: That's the problem?
Clown: Yes!
Bob: Did you ever think about why they're laughing at you?
Clown: No, that's why I came to see you.
Bob: Did you ever realize that the reason they laugh at you is because of what you do?
Clown: What are you talking about?
Bob: They way you dress, what you do for a living, and some of the things that you do.
Clown: Are you suggesting that they should laugh at me.
Bob: You're a clown. They're supposed to laugh at you.
Clown: Oh, I thought they were supposed to be scared of me.
Bob: I'm sure there's a few ponies that are scared of clowns.
Clown: Okay, thank you Mr. Newhart. *Leaves office*
Jerry: *Walks into office* What was that all about?
Bob: Somepony confused about what he wanted to do in his life. What's up?
Jerry: I got this patient that thinks I tried hurting him on purpose.
Bob: Why does he think that?
Jerry: This pony is like 12 years old, and still has a few baby teeth. I was trying to pull one of them out, but my hoof slipped, and it hit that colt in the face.
Bob: I'll be there soon. *Gets on phone* Carol.
Carol: Yes?
Bob: Jerry needs my help with something. I'll be out of my office for a few minutes.
Carol: Okay.
Bob: Let's go.
Jerry took Bob into his office.
Jerry: *Sees colt in chair* Alright kid, here's a friend of mine I'd like you to meet, his name is Bob, and he's a therapist.
Bob: Hello.
12 year old: Hi.
Bob: So, Jerry says that you think he hit you on purpose.
12 year old: He did!
Bob: Well, to tell you the truth, he didn't.
12 year old: What are you talking about?!
Bob: You know how sometimes, when somepony tried to carry, or pull something heavy, their hooves slip.
12 year old: Oh, I see now. So his hoof slipped, and hit my face when he tried pulling my tooth out.
Bob & Jerry: Yes.
12 year old: Okay. Well, I'm ready to have my baby tooth pulled out.
Jerry: Alright. Back to work. *Grabs medical tools*
Bob: Alright, you two have fun. I'm going back to my office. *Walks back to office*
Carol: Bob, do you want anything to drink?
Bob: How about a water, instead of coffee today?
Carol: Coming right up Bob.
Howard: *Walks into office* Hey Bob.
Bob: Howard, what are you doing here?
Howard: I got a vacation from work, and I decided to come see you before going to Manehattan.
Bob: What can I do to help you?
Howard: I think I'm obsessed with food.
Bob: That's not a surprise.
Carol: *Arrives with drink*
Bob: Thank you Carol. *Takes drink*
Carol: You're welcome. Call me if you need anything else.
Howard: You don't understand, I think I eat too much.
Bob: Then stop eating. You don't need to come see me for this.
Howard: But I do. You're intelligent, and you know how to solve everypony's problems.
Bob: I think I knew that.
Howard: Okay. I'm going to Manehattan now. I'll see you when I get back.
Bob: I'm looking forward to it.
2 B continued
It was time for Big Mac's trail.
And he insisted constantly on his innocence, but the blood over his hooves and crazy look his his eye spoke for itself.
Big Mac: (wearing a cast over his broken arm) It wasn't my idea. It was HER's (reveals Twilight's smarty pants doll to the crowd). She told me to kill them!
Judge: Really!?.. You realize your talking about an toy doll, right?
Big Mac: Hey.. We ALL find love in different fashions. And smarty pants will ALWAYS love me.
Ditto: You got a lot of problems, don't you?
After Big Mac was voted guilty, Ditto violently throws Big Mac into a prison cell.
Ditto: These people are too soft., if it were up to me, your be shot in the face. Or hung to death..
Big Mac: Yeah. Fuck you too!
Ditto: (prepares fist)
Luna: (gently pulls him back) Leave it Ditto.. It's not like the creep is going anywhere.
Ditto: (sighs) Guess your right.
TO BE CONTAINUED
And he insisted constantly on his innocence, but the blood over his hooves and crazy look his his eye spoke for itself.
Big Mac: (wearing a cast over his broken arm) It wasn't my idea. It was HER's (reveals Twilight's smarty pants doll to the crowd). She told me to kill them!
Judge: Really!?.. You realize your talking about an toy doll, right?
Big Mac: Hey.. We ALL find love in different fashions. And smarty pants will ALWAYS love me.
Ditto: You got a lot of problems, don't you?
After Big Mac was voted guilty, Ditto violently throws Big Mac into a prison cell.
Ditto: These people are too soft., if it were up to me, your be shot in the face. Or hung to death..
Big Mac: Yeah. Fuck you too!
Ditto: (prepares fist)
Luna: (gently pulls him back) Leave it Ditto.. It's not like the creep is going anywhere.
Ditto: (sighs) Guess your right.
TO BE CONTAINUED