The Crime Mares Club

"That'll never work Scoot, and even if it did, ya know I don't like touching bathroom spoons," Applebloom said, shooting down her friend's latest plan to earn them their cutie marks.

"And besides," Sweetie Belle chimed in. "You know waffles bring out the pirate in me."

"Yeah I know," Scootaloo said, defeat weighing heavily on her tone. "I don't suppose either of you have any ideas?"

Both Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom thought about this for a moment before Sweetie said "well, we haven't tried to run a zoo yet."

Scootaloo was already shaking her head at the idea.

"What?" Sweetie Belle demanded.

"This is the real world Sweetie Belle," Scootaloo began, "ponies don't just hand out monkeys."

"Oh, right."

The three sat in silence for a little while longer, each staring at a different direction in Apple Bloom's room. Apple Bloom lay on the edge of her bed, her head hanging over one side. Scootaloo was gazing out the window and out at their clubhouse that was currently out of commission, but at least they knew that they were not destined to be fire fighters. Sweetie Belle just stared at the floor with one hoof on her chin. Some time passed before any of them broke the silence.

Sweetie looked up and began "what if we-" THUD "Uh, Apple Bloom, are you okay?"

Apple Bloom was now laying head first on her floor, Scootaloo was stifling a giggle. Apple Bloom rolled over and stood up. "Yeah I'm fine," she said, a little embarrassed.

"What happened?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Nothing, let's stop taking about it." Apple Bloom turned to her bed and began to climb the side only to stop short after a very audible tearing sound.

"What was that" asked Scootaloo.

"One easy way to find out." Apple Bloom said as she moved the covers away from were she had been climbing up until she stripped that part of her bed to the mattress itself.

"Huh, I guess nothing ripped," Sweetie Belle said, surprise in her voice. Apple Bloom didn't respond to that, as if turned to stone by cockatrice, she was petrified in her spot.

Scootaloo trotted over to the bedside to have a look herself to see what had her friend so worried. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo both looked over either of Apple Bloom's shoulder and down on the mattress where they saw a small piece of paper torn at a seam that seemed to once attach to the mattress itself. On the face of the tag read the simple sentence 'do not remove under penalty of law'

The three fillies sat their in silence for a moment taking in what had just happened before Apple Bloom said "I'm doomed."

"No you aren't Apple Bloom, we can hide this," Sweetie Belle offered.

"Maybe it isn't that bad," Scootaloo said, more to herself than to comfort her friend.

"Not that bad, Scootaloo this is as bad as it gets!" Apple Bloom exclaimed.

"Hear me out, we have tried everything for our cutie marks right?" Scootaloo asked and waited for the nods from the other two fillies before continuing. "Wrong, because we've limited ourselves to what's socially acceptable, but what if we are destined to be the greatest criminals ever?"

"I don't know Scootaloo, that seems like it could end really badly. What do you think Sweetie Belle?"

"I think Scoot might be onto something here."

Apple Bloom contemplated this for a moment before addressing Scootaloo. "Alright, I'm willing to give this a shot, but I think we should get rid of this tag first." The other two nodded in agreement.

The three fillies made their way out the front door of the Apple family barn and around the corner to where they keep the trash bins only to see Applejack and Big Macintosh waiting by the bins.

"So you are saying that this is the only way?" Asked Applejack.

"Eeyup."

Applejack gave an annoyed sigh and said, " fine, I'll go grease up the rat."

Applejack trotted away but Big Mac stuck around. The three young girls just stood their, Scootaloo leaned over to Apple Bloom and whispered, "he's still there."

"Really Scootaloo? I didn't notice." Apple Bloom snapped back.

"What are we going to do?" Asked Sweetie Belle.

"I have an idea," Apple Bloom told them as she began to walk away. "Come on, follow me. And grab the shovel."

The three walled for what seemed like hours before reaching a very secluded spot out in the south orchard. Apple Bloom walked underneath a tree and began to dig. The fillies took turns digging the hole until the sun threatened to fall beneath the horizon.

"This should be good enough." Apple Bloom said as she climbed out of the hole. She took one last look around and dropped the mattress tag into the hole and the three of them began to move the dirt back into place. Once they were finished they exchanged glances with each other for a moment before Apple Bloom said what the other two already knew.

"We can never speak of again."

"We know Apple Bloom. No one can ever find out." Scootaloo responded.

"Girls, I'm scared," Sweetie Belle said nervously.

"Well get used to it because first thing tomorrow morning we earn our cutie marks" said Scootaloo.

"I know. But I was thinking about that and what kind of stuff are we going to do?"

Apple Bloom answered with "I was thinking the same thing and I figured twilight must have a book of laws somewhere."

Scootaloo made an audible groan at what Apple Bloom had said. "We start our life of crime by going to the library? Lame."

"Do you have a better idea?" Asked Sweetie Belle.

Scootaloo sighed, "no."

"Then I guess we are starting or life of crime with a trip to our local library."

Apple Bloom nodded. "Right, first thing tomorrow morning we'll all meet up there." And with that the three made the trek back to town and to their beds.