"SCOOT! SWEETIE BELLE! THIS IS BAD! BAD BAD BAD BAAAAD!!!!" Applebloom shouted, running around the clubhouse in frantic laps. "MAH BROTHER! CHEERILEE! LOVE POTION! BAD!"
"What is it now?!" A loud voice called from the treehouse window.
"SWEETIE BELLE?! Did you feed tree sap to the cat again?! Applebloom! Was Opal trying to tap dance on one of Rarity's manequins? If so, deny whatever she accuses you for, Sweetie Belle did it." Another loud voice yelled, which sounded much like Scootaloo.
"THA LOVE POTION HASN'T WORN OFF! OH MAH CELESTIA, HOW WILL WE GRIND CIDER NOW?!" The yellow filly said, tripping over a oddly placed rock and tumbling head over hooves on her last spiral. "OUCH!"
"Uh oh. TO TWILIGHT'S LIBRARY!"
"There must be some type of cure for this! An Anti-Love potion?"
So the band of foals ran towards the sturdy tree in hope of a remedy for the hex.
"TWILIGHT!"
"MISS SPARKLE!"
"THE PURPLE LADY!" They all shouted at once, falling over one another, flying into the mare's library.
"Um... Girls?"
"TWILIGHT! CURE! LOVE POISON! BOOK! NOW!"
She lightly hovered a leather bound book towards the panting crusaders. Applebloom tightly gripped the recipe in her jaw and ran off with out another word.
"HEY WAIT UP!" The remaining fillies shouted, racing after her.
After returning to the tree, they flung open the book, and oddly enough, landed on the correct page.
"Ah! Hate Potion! Add a pound of cat vomit, EWWW! A gallon of sweat, GAG! And a dozen rotten apples. Stir with a fork found at the bottom of a McDonalds trashcan, and serve in a used styrofoam cup. Okay, Ah have absolutely how we're gonna be shoveling this down my brother's hatch." She grunted, tossing and pouring the ingredients in hastily.
The next day, The crusaders found Cheerilee and Big Macintosh nuzzling noses, as they had been for the last two weeks or so.
"You're my sugar-woogur cutsie-wutsie kissy-wissy pony-pie!"
"No, You're mah sugar-woogur cutsie-wutsie kissy-wissy pony pie!"
"Get ready to go in automatic barf zone!" Scootaloo whispered, readying her slingshot. They had figured they weren't going to get them to drink in any other way, so they would aim for their muzzles and hope for the best.
THWIP!
"HRGK!"
FWEW
"URKGH!"
And the thin, grainy liquid dripped down their throats. They immediately turned away.
"More like horse-apple for brains!" Cheerilee shouted, turning her nose upwards and storming away.
"No, you are!" Big Mac growled, taking larger steps than the magenta earth-pony.
"Well, that worked." Scootaloo grinned.
"Quite well, actually." Applebloom agreed.
"WE DID IT!!" Sweetie Belle shouted.
And the Cutie Mark Crusaders decided to call it a day.
Applebloom was awakened by Big MacIntosh yanking her blanket off of her tiny yellow body.
"Applebloom, Yer movin' to a different class. Miss Cheerilee isn't good enough for mah little sister. She ain't good at teachin'" He growled, his coat appearing grayer that usual. "Yer movin' to Miss Lead Line's class. Ah had her when I wuz just a little colt. No buts. Move yer flank, little sis. Lead Line never accepted tardy lil' fillies." And with that, the red stallion pushed the filly out of her bed.
"Big Mac! What tha buc-" She never got to finish her sentence as a large hoof kicked her back.
"NO BACK TALKIN'!" He roared, roughly nudging her out the door.
Applebloom shot him an angry glare and clenched her lunch in her teeth. She stumbled out of the green door way that lead to the sweet outside.
"Hey Scoot! Maybe we added a bit too much cat vomit and not enough sweat." She mumbled, pointing backwards at a leering MacIntosh.
"MOVE YER BUCKIN' FLANK, APPLEBLOOM!"
"W-we should probably get going."
So as they trotted up to the play ground, Scootaloo and the yellow earth pony discussed what had happened not moments ago.
"You have to move to Old Liney's class!? I heard that if you don't get there on time, even by a fraction of a second, she spanks you! And, And, if you forget to dot an I or cross a T, she ties your mane to the top of the black board with a dunce hat and you have to listen from there and then do a test for what we had talked about in class to make sure you're really listening! ON TOP OF THE BLACK BOARD!" The small pegasus rambled, motioning her way through her elaborate tale she had heard from Diamond Tiara, the most accurate source of information of course. So as they moped through the double doors and dragged themselve to their respective classrooms, neither of them had a cheery expression painted across their face.
"Namby Pamby?" Applebloom could hear the stout, pigeon like voice of a middle aged mare as she wandered precariously into the stark white class room
