"Four, please!"
The ticket tender peered down from his station at the four smiling faces below him, the foremost of whom, a small white unicorn, slid over four small bits in exchange for the tickets. He smiled back, and gave the tickets over to the unicorn, who snatched them up as if they were candy.
"And what will you young ones be seeing today?" He asked.
"The Princess Bridle!" The copper colored earth pony in the back chimed. This drew a disapproving frown from the ticket vendor.
The vendor looked at them suspiciously. Although he had no power to stop them, he certainly didn't like the idea of impressionable young fillies going to a movie like that.
"Aren't you kids a little young for-"
"Thanks mister!" The pegasus interrupted, and the four were off before he could formally stop them, disappearing into the depths of the expansive theater.
"Thanks a lot for meetin' up with us, Babs!" Apple Bloom said excitedly. "It's not very often we get to Manehattan, and Applejack's gonna be busy at her farmer's market for most of the day. Ah offered t'help of course, but she says she don't need it."
"No problem," Babs said. "Ya know I'd take any chance to hang out with you guys again." She stopped at the counter, and handed over a couple bits. "You guys want anything?"
Sweetie and Bloom declined, but Scootaloo jumped at the offering. "I want hay fries!" She exclaimed.
"Sounds good to me," Babs said. The order took only a minute, and then the four of them were rounding the corner into the auditorium.
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle slid into their seats, with Babs and Apple Bloom following suit. The seats were upholstered with a dark red material, lush and presumably expensive.
"Wow, this is a million times better than the theater at home!" Apple Bloom said.
"Ya mean the one we did our musical number in? That one was really nice too," Scootaloo countered.
"No, ah mean at HOME," Bloom said. "Applejack likes to have movie nights which are just an old projector an' a sheet from the closet. Mac don't come to those, though. He says they're embarrassin'. But ah think it's jes cause he can't handle seein' mom and dad again."
"Aww," Sweetie sighed. "That's so sad."
The lights dimmed in the theater, and an excited hush fell over the few ponies in attendance.
"It's starting!" Scootaloo whispered.
The following preview has been approved to accompony this feature by the Equestrian Ratings Council. The film advertised has been rated PG-13.
Looking over an expansive rainforest, a bright blue sky showed no signs of any impending trouble or misfortune. The trees were tall and green, and packed together tightly like sardines in a can. The only thing that broke the trees apart was a winding river, in the middle of which sped a small boat. Standing on the boat was two earth ponies, one with a map, the other with a pair of binoculars
The orange pony with binoculars was rapidly scanning the river in front of them, a frown on his face. He seemed to be looking for something, and didn't like that he wasn't finding it. After a few minutes of this, he gestured with a hoof towards his companion.
"Slow 'er down, Quickstrike. It's gotta be around here somewhere."
Quickstrike, a green earth pony, did just that, and folded the map. "We're out in the middle of nowhere, Seeker," he complained. "Do you really think it's a good idea for us to be out this far? What if something happens?"
"Nothin's going to happen," Seeker said. "We're prepared."
A large, ominous shape appeared near the side of the boat, and disappeared just as quickly."
"You keep saying that," Quickstrike said. "But I still have a bad feeling about this."
"You have a bad feeling about everything," Seeker said, looking away from his binoculars. "We're completely fine. We're experienced adventurers out in the middle of the forest on a small boat with no radio reception searching for a mysterious treasure that might not even exist. What's the worst that could happen?"
At this, a hulking shape rose up out of the water, giving a colossal roar. Jagged square teeth stuck out of its gaping maw at strange angles.
"I really wish you hadn't said that," Quickstrike groaned.
THIS SUMMER
Quickstrike was holding onto the edge of a cliff for dear life, powerful snapping jaws below him. Something silver glittered on a ledge just below him, which he was desperately trying to retrieve.
"I can reach it!" Quickstrike insisted.
"Forget it! Give me your hoof!" Seeker called.
"I CAN REACH IT!" Quickstrike yelled.
HUNGER
On a rapidly sinking boat, the two earth ponies were completely surrounded by the thrashing animals with snapping jaws.
"We're out of options! We're not gonna make it!" Seeker said, frightened.
"No we're not. And yes we are," Quickstrike promised.
ROLLS IN
Quickstrike had pulled what looked remarkably like an RPG launcher from somewhere, not that either of them knew what an RPG launcher was. As one of the heavyset animals lunged towards him, Quickstrike grimaced and stared the beast down.
"It's feeding time," he deadpanned, and shot an enormous white ball towards the the predator.
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPOS
COMING SOON
Scootaloo leaned over to Apple Bloom and whispered to her. "You wanna see it?" She asked. "That's looks totally awesome!"
"I dunno," Apple Bloom whispered back. "Looks stupid."
"Shh!" Babs hissed. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom gave her an apologetic look, and shrunk back in their seats.
Author's Note
I regret nothing.
Okay I slightly regret this.
Sidenote: HHH is owned by Hasbro. Make of that what you will.
