This is how Finding Pythor sick goes in
[The ponies and Autobots find Pythor with white skin and purple scales and hands]
Applejack: What in tarnation are you doing here? And why the jumping June bugs are you white?
Bulkhead: Yeah.
Rarity: More like a shade of silver, to be precise.
Bumblebee: [beeps] (translation: Yeah.)
Rainbow Dash: Whatever color you are is the color of trouble!
Arcee: Rainbow Dash! I don't think he's here to cause mischief.
Pythor P. Chumsworth: Oh, Rainbow Dash and Arcee, I've changed, surely you remember? I was reformed by lovely little- [starts snorting] T-T-Twilight- [sneezes]
Applejack: What are you, sick or something?
Bulkhead: Since when do snakes like yourself get sick?
Pythor P. Chumsworth: Well, of course I'm sick. The white skin? The purple scales and hands? These sneezes? Could somebody find me a fainting couch?
[They just stare]
Rarity: What?
Bumblebee: [beeps] (translation: Really?)
[Pinkie Pie and Smokescreen shrug at each other then hand Pythor some tissues]
Pythor P. Chumsworth: How charming, thank you. I can't stop sneezing and wheezing. In short... I need help. [whines]
Rainbow Dash: If you're so 'sick', why have you come here instead of, you know, staying home in bed and getting over your weird illness?
Arcee: Yeah.
Pythor P. Chumsworth: [sneezes] [blows nose] Because this condition has left me helpless, simply helpless! Why, I can barely lift a spoon.
[They just stare]
[Applejack and Bulkhead look at each other]
Pythor P. Chumsworth: I came to find one of the two ponies who truly understand me and could nurse me back to health. Where is that dear, sweet Twilight? I need attention! I need some care! I need--
Rainbow Dash: You need to chill. Twilight's out.
Arcee: And so's Optimus.
Pythor P. Chumsworth: Oh, of course, her quality time with Princess Cadance. Ah, yes, I had forgotten that was today.
Applejack: How do you know about her day with her sister-in-law?
Bulkhead: Yeah.
Pythor P. Chumsworth: Well, she told me about it in her last letter.
[Pythor sneezes]
[Pinkie looks at Smokescreen]
Pinkie Pie: You, Twilight, and Celestia write each other letters?
Smokescreen: Yeah.
Pythor P. Chumsworth: Well, of course we do! We're friends! It's just such a shame that today of all days is when I really need Twilight. Oh, well, I know what to do.
Rainbow Dash: Good thinking. Head on home, put your tail up. I'm sure eventually you'll have the strength to make yourself soup or something...
Arcee: Keep yourself strong...
[Pythor looks shocked]
Pythor P. Chumsworth: Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no! I mean, while she's gone, you ponies and Autobots can take care of me! Isn't that what friends are for, taking care of each other? [laughs] Let the healing begin!
Rainbow Dash: Not it!
Arcee: Not it!
[Arcee and Rainbow Dash race off]
Pythor P. Chumsworth: Well, that's some way to treat a suffering friend. [sneezes]
Pinkie Pie: Don't you worry, Pythor! Smokescreen and I will give you cuddles, and read you stories, and tell you all about us! I was born on a Tuesday--
[Pythor interrupts]
Pythor P. Chumsworth: Oh, you're so sweet to offer, but Rarity and Applejack already volunteered to be my own personal nursemaids and Bumblebee and Bulkhead have volunteered to be my extra special Doctors. [chuckles]
Applejack and Rarity: We did?
Bulkhead and Bumblebee: Really? [beeps]
Pythor P. Chumsworth: I so hope you don't mind, Pinkie Pie and Smokescreen.
[Pinkie and Smokescreen smile]
Pinkie Pie: Well, as a matter of fact, we most certainly--
[Pythor smiles]
Pinkie Pie: Hey! Who keeps throwing away these perfectly good balloons?
Smokescreen: I don't know.
[Rarity, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and Applejack huddle together to discuss Pythor]