Rise of the Musicans.

'Twas the day of the music festival, and the hosts were setting up.

"Hey Jazz!" A white peagasus with a blue and white mane said. "Can I have a boost?"

The white giant robot stopped jammin' to his tunes to give the mare a boost. "Righto, Retro!"

Retro raised an eyebrow "Why do you sound like Wheelie?" She said after attaching the sreamers to the roof. "Speakin' ah which, where is that poet of a warrior?"

"Off on a mission with Blurr." Jazz shrugged.