Chapter 11: Revenge With A Capital RD

The sounds of hammering and crashing drifted and shook out of the barn to anypony who happened to be standing in Sweet Apple Acres. It was late at night, and everyone was in bed, but none of the Apples could sleep. Applejack had cotton stuffed in her ears, but the jackhammer-like beatings of Best Pony practically shook the house. Apple Bloom decided she would stay over with Sweetie Belle for the night. She would have slept over with all three Cutie Mark Crusaders, but Scootaloo was apparently out of town that night. Big Macintosh decided he would not be able to sleep, and decided to take fruit bat patrol. Granny Smith simply got caught up on her knitting.

What none of them could see was just outside the fence around the house. Two Pegasi dressed all in black looking over the fence with night vision goggles strapped tightly to their faces crouched just beyond the property line. One was significantly bigger than the other, who had an adorable pair of tiny wings.

“You ready, squirt?” The larger of the two asked the smaller.

“Ready?” The small one replied, a little uneasy and failing to mask it. “I'm still not even sure what we're doing.”

“It's simple.” The large mare put a hoof over the smaller mare's shoulders and whispered. “We go into the farm. We get into the barn, where Best Pony-”

“But you're best pony.” The smaller Pegasus interrupted.

The larger looked flatly but affectionately at the smaller one. “I am, aren't I? Anyway, we go into the barn where the dreaded pink beast is working away.”

“And then what?” The smaller one was getting excited.

“Then.” The bigger one paused for dramatic effect. “We open all of the windows!”

“Why?” The small one cocked her head, sending her freshly washed mane toppling over to one side, which she tucked under the black hood.

“Let me explain.” The large one quieted down further. “You feel that? It's a chilly night breeze. Sure, we're okay because we have sweaters on, and we're dry. But, the pink one has been working all day, probably has a bit of a sweat on. We open all of the barn windows, this cold air gets into the barn, she gets a chill from the wind. That chill turns into a cold, maybe a fever. If she gets a fever, she can't get out of bed. No out of bed means no party, which means we can get in there and take back what is rightfully mine.”

“Which is?” The filly cocked her head again.

“The core of Sir Cloudington the second.” The larger mare huffed, rubbing her hooves together.

“Why is the core so important, again?” The filly asked.

“It's the comfiest part!” The mare almost exclaimed. “Everypony knows that.”

“You especially.” The filly bounced happily. “You know everything, Rainbow D-”

“Shhh!” The mare put a hoof over the filly's mouth. “Don't say my name, who knows who could be listening.”

“So, we just head to the barn, right?” The filly started towards the barn.

“No!” Rainbow D-the mare grabbed the filly by her sweater and dragged her back. “We need to go out into the orchard and make our way back.”

“Why?” The filly was completely confused.

“We need to make sure we're not being followed. We can't have anypony trying to stop us.” The mare explained. “Besides. No plan is any good unless it's convoluted.”

“I... Guess?” The filly shrugged, then recovered with. “Whatever you say-umm... Multicolour Run.” When the mare looked at her with a strange look, the filly responded. “You need a clever alias.”

“Let's just not use names.” The mare shook her head. “Or would you rather I called you... Bicyloo?”

“You're right.” The filly started towards the orchard. “No names. No names.”

The mare and the filly made their way into the field, where they climbed into the branches of the trees. The mare said that they needed to keep from leaving hoofprints, so they would jump from tree to tree. The filly decided it was best not to question it. At first, it all went smoothly. There were no distractions or issues throughout most of their course. Suddenly, the mare caught sight of a light coming down the path. She tried to signal the filly to stop, but she was already moving away from her.

The light stopped on where the filly had just jumped, and she froze. A cracking noise echoed through the orchard as both Pegasi held very still. The light source came closer, and turned out to be Big Macintosh holding a flashlight. He scanned the trees, seeing nothing at first, until another loud crack burst from the tree the filly sat in.

With a loud thump, the branch and the filly fell to the ground, catching Big Macintosh's total attention. The filly stood up quickly and her wings nervously began to flap like a hummingbird.

“Fruit bat!” Big Macintosh called out, racing towards what he thought was a pest to scare it away.

“Run, squirt! Run!” The mare called from the tree as she jumped down to help. “Abort mission! Abort mission!”

“What in the-” Macintosh looked over his shoulder in time to see a giant fruit bat come charging at him. He ducked below it and looked to where it was headed.

The mare grabbed the filly in her forelegs and flew off into the distance, leaving a very confused Big Mac wondering what he had just seen. He looked around to see if anyone else was in the area. Seeing as no harm was done, and no one else had seen it, Big Mac shrugged and got back to his rounds.

“That was close!” Scootaloo shivered, taking off her hood and goggles.

“Drat!” Rainbow Dash kicked the ground and threw her goggles off. “Now what are we going to do? It took me all day to come up with that revenge plan.”

“There's always tomorrow.” Scootaloo soothed, rubbing her still slightly damp mane.

“Tomorrow's too late!” Rainbow Dash fell to the ground on her belly. “I need revenge now!”

“Maybe it'll be a good party.” Scootaloo suggested. “Maybe it'll go well.”

Rainbow Dash looked up at the orange filly with a look that said “seriously?”

“You're right.” Scootaloo fell to the ground in the same fashion as Rainbow Dash, the tummy of her sweater getting covered in dirt.. “It's the pink thing, we'll be lucky if Ponyville is still here afterwards.”

“So what are we gonna do?” Rainbow Dash asked herself.

“I think I'm just about ready.” Best Pony surveyed all of her work. “I think this is going to be the best Best Pony Party, like, ever!” Best Pony stepped out through the front door of the barn just as the sun was peaking over the horizon. “Morning already? Wow, I didn't get a wink of sleep.”

“That makes two of us.” Applejack groaned, wiping her eyes.

“Were you excited for the party too?” Best Pony bounced.

“Well.” Applejack sighed. “Let's just say your insomnia is contagious.”

“I don't know what insomnia means.” Best Pony giggled. “But if it means 'excited for a totally beast party' then I am the worlds biggest insomnomnomnomniac!”

Applejack looked up at the rising sun. “I was coming out to see if you were almost done.” She looked over Best Pony's shoulder. “From the looks of it... I'd say that it's a... a...” Applejack fell to the ground, snoring loudly.

“Oh, AJ.” Best Pony smiled. “You look as comfortable as apples in a bucket. But you can't sleep on the ground.” She laughed loudly and stepped over the orange pony on her way to the farm house. “Breakfast?” Best Pony asked. She looked around the kitchen and found nopony around. “I'll just have to make it myself, I guess.” She giggled as she leaped into action, taking in ingredients from the cupboards and cabinets for breakfast. “This'll be the best breakfast ever! And it's only my first time!”

Author's Note

Just wait to see what she can do with a few eggs and everything but the kitchen sink!
-Cog out.