The sun was melting into the horizon and the cool summer night breeze had just begun to roll into the quiet town of Ponyville. Somewhere in the wooded outskirts, the Cutie Mark Crusaders played and talked in their small clubhouse. Girly giggles and gasps of inspiration could be heard as the notorious fillies were yet again scheming up a plan to get their Cutie Marks.
"Rocket science! Of course!" cried Sweetie Belle. "That's gotta be it! We've tried everything but it!"
"There is a slight problem," interjected Applebloom. "Ah don't think they're gonna let us get a rocket. Not after what happened last time we tried something similar."
Sweetie Belle frowned, dropping her head and letting out a sigh. "Scoots, what do you think,"
The pegasus filly tapped her chin with her hoof. "Well, since the jetpa-"
Grrrrmm...
Her statement was cut off by a rude groan from her pudgy orange stomach. Scootaloo blushed, her eyes darting aside shyly.
"You still hungry?! You ate like a pig back at Sweet Apple Acres!" Applebloom exclaimed, giving her friend a teasing smile.
"Heh, well..." Scootaloo began, fumbling on the words. Truthfully, the filly had developed a bad case of gas after the evening's meal of roasted veggies. The pressure was obviously building in her behind. She decides...
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