“Ah call this meeting of the Cutie Mark Crusaders- and honorary Cutie Mark Crusaders- to order!” proclaimed Apple Bloom. “Here Here!” Cried two other fillies and a draconequus. “So what are we going to do today?” inquired Sweetie Belle. “Ah was hoping one of you would have some ideas.” “I know a fun game!” exclaimed Discord. “I call it Discord Libs. Now I’ll say a type of word- like noun or adjective, and you have to come up with something else that meets the definition.” “That don’t exactly sound like a fun game,” said Apple Bloom, Scootaloo shaking her head in agreement. “Oh that’s just the setup,” responded Discord. “Then we get to the fun part. Just trust me. Now then,” he said while pulling out a pad and pencil from nowhere, “name a pony.” “Rainbow Dash!” “Applejack!” “Rarity!” [hr] [u]Twilight Sparkle[/u] trotted up to Applejack’s stand, Spike on her back reading through a list. “Next we need to get more quills and paper- Hi Applejack!- then Rarity wanted us to all go to the Boutique.” Twilight floated two bits out of her saddlebags and placed them in front of Applejack. “Howdy Spike. Here ya go sugarcube,” said Applejack, flipping a [u]pineapple[/u] to Twilight with her tail. Twilight caught the pineapple with her magic, stared at it for a second, then looked to Applejack, eyebrow raised. “Sorry sugarcube, no idea how that got there. Here’s your apple,” apologized Applejack, this time tossing Twilight an apple. “Thanks AJ. I’ll see you at Rarity’s later.” “Bye Applejack!” shouted Spike, waving the claw holding the [u]maraca[/u]. “Spike, what’s that rattling sound?” asked Twilight. “Um…” started Spike, looking at his newly acquired instrument. “My maraca, apparently. Hey, where’d the checklist go?” [hr] “Welcome to Quills and [u]Scrolls[/u]! What can I get for you today?” greeted Davenport. Twilight cocked her head, and asked, “Quills and Scrolls? Don’t you mean sofas…” She turned to inspect his merchandise, to indeed be greeted by a large display of quills and many bookcases packed with scrolls. “Oh. I guess we can get both at one place then, check it off the list Spike!” “[i]Both[/i]?” “Yes. Why do you seem so surprised?” “Well, first of all my sofas seem to have become scrolls, and also I’ve never had a pony by both products at once before.” “Well, yeah, quills and sofas were completely unrelated, while quills and blank paper are both needed for writing.” And thus after many long years Davenport finally had an [u]octopus[/u]. [hr] Twilight dashed into the Boutique, noticing her friends were all already there waiting. “Sorry we’re late, the craziest thing just happened.” “It’s ok, darling.” Rarity had on smile that started to stretch across her face. “You’re just in time for the big presentation. And now without further ado,” she turned to a sheet draped over a sizeable form. With a large, “taa-daa,” Rarity ripped the sheet off and revealed a [u]giant[/u] [u]rock[/u]. “Hi Tom!” blurted out Pinkie. “[i]We agreed never to speak of it again[/i],” hissed Rarity as Tom flew out the window surrounded by a blue aura. With Tom gone, Rarity let out a sigh. “Ok Dash, I’ll admit that was a pretty good prank. Now where’s my dress?” “Sorry Rarity, I didn't do it.” “Then how did my dress suddenly become… that?” “Weird stuff like that has been happening to Twilight and me all day.” “Really?” asked Rarity. “Yeah. First Applejack gave us a [i]pine[/i]apple, then Quills and Sofas became Quills and Scrolls.” “Yeah you’re right Spike. Wait here girls, I’m going to to the Castle to see if I can figure out what’s going on,” said Twilight. And so Twilight flew to the [u]Cutie Mark Crusader’s Clubhouse[/u]. “Wait why did I come here?” Twilight mused aloud, then took notice of other aspects of her surroundings. “Where did you get a TV, those are only from the mirror… and why are we on… You’ve been messing with me all day.” “I can explain!” cried Discord. “Well?” “They made me do it!” “A bunch of little fillies [i]made[/i] you?” “Their cuteness is weapons-grade.” “Uh-huh. Castle. Now.” “But-” “[i]Now![/i]” With that, Discord and Twilight disappeared in a flash of light, and the TV turned to static. Sweetie covered her ears. “Ow, how do we make it stop?” Scootaloo ran up to the TV and hit the side, pushing one of the buttons in the process. [i]“... today in New York…”[/i] “Is that a minotaur?” “Do that again Scoots”. [i]“~My little pony, My little pony~”[/i]