Scootaloo's Scooter Express

Finally, after Rarity managed to find a parking space for 20 minutes, she and the Crusaders made it to the Broadway theater. Inside, the auditorium was crowded, waves and waves of people are choking out of space, but since the Crusaders are much shorter than the rest of the adults, they somehow found space to breath into.

"Geez! That's hella lot of people!" Sweetie Belle took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

"Apple Bloom," Scootaloo switched topics, "Does Applejack know that you're coming here without her?"

"Oh shucks, Scoots!" Apple Bloom proudly replied, "Ah already told mah sis' that Ah'm old enough to take care of mahself! Remember when I tried to deliver those apple pies to Saudi Arabia on plane from the JFK Airport? On mah own? Then Ah met this homeless mafia called the "Chimeras" who wanted to kidnap me for the pies and selling me for money? Then Applejack was also on the plane with the proper equipments to handle those good darn Chimeras only (somehow). She scolded me, but realized that I'm old enough to be independent!"

"Wow AB..." Sweetie Belle was shocked, as her two hands were on her cheeks. "That was really impressive!"

"Eeyup!" Apple Bloom imitated his brother, "Ah'm finally grown-"

"APPLE BLOOM!" Applejack came out of the crowd and picked her younger sister up, "Ah'm so glad to see you!" As she rubbed her face onto Apple Bloom's and kissed her all over.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" Apple Bloom yelled to the top of the ceiling, "Why are you even darn here?!"

"So I can watch over my younger sister in case of any trouble." Applejack smiled, only to provoke Apple Bloom.

"Ugh! I thought you were finally CONVINCED!"

"Honestly Applejack!" Rarity loudly sighed, "How did you even get in here?!"

"Just tellin' the guards that Ah'm looking for my naughty sister." Applejack answered and kicked Scootaloo in the face.

"SCOOTALOO GET YOUR BUM UP!" Her mom yelled near Scootaloo's ear, "YOU'RE GONNA GET LATE AGAIN!"

"OH WHA-?" Scootaloo interrupted herself, but she can see nothing but a pitch blackness swallowing her, making her breathless... It was her mom's orange foot squishing onto her face with no mercy intended.

"Mom, I rather you slap me..."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Oh sweet Jesus, thank you mom for making me motivated enough to get off the bed!" Scootaloo called back to her as she reached the bathroom, only to cringe when she saw a horrendous face, bumps everywhere, fat face, shaped nose, bloody mouth, right in the mirror.

"EEEK!!! WHAT'S THAT CRAP?!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO USE THOSE GOD DAMN CURSES?!" Hypocrite mom said again, "Don't make me slap you again! Get yourself brushed and washed!"

Scootaloo checked the mirror again, and it returned back to her original, pretty (nah), satisfying. Nose.

"WAIT WHAT?! What about my beloved face?!" Scootaloo exclaimed and purposely provoked her mom to slap her again, and after a few more slaps, she was finally ready to show up to school... On her slow crappy scooter that is, and was almost late... Again...

"Heya Scootaloo!" Diamond Tiara waved with her hand up and down at the school playground, while Silver Spoon is waving normally and less enthusiasted about this confrontation than her mentally insane friend. Scootaloo almost fell off her scooter once she saw what was going on with her new friend. What's worse to come is when Diamond Tiara ran up to her and decided to start a conversation. Scootaloo regretted on not changing her wallpaper the other day when Tiara saw it. She now feels far worse when her main nemesis suddenly became her main lover.

"Darling! How are you today!" The purple and white striped girl hugged Scootaloo, who can only groan in retaliation.

"Since WHEN, the hell am I your goddamn darling? Only Rarity says that." The orange girl sighed and tried to push Diamond Tiara away, but she held her hands and pushed her onto the ground, ready to kiss her.

"I. Love. You. Did you know that...?"

"Umm, not really..." Scootaloo roller her eyes, not realizing that she was about to be kissed, "GET YOUR DAMN LIPS OFF ME! FREAK! I AIN'T LESBIAN!"

"Bu-but that wallpaper..." Tiara suddenly gave Scootaloo this innocent look, which frustrated her even more.

"HOW DOES THAT EVEN MEAN I'M A FREAKIN' LESBIAN?!" She yelled, "I just admire it-"

She stopped, everyone on the playground heard her. All began making her a laughing stock. Scootaloo's face went red, she wanted to puke. What's worse is that Diamond Tiara found the chance to give her a good smooch on the cheek, and Scootaloo only realized this when she saw everyone taking out their advanced phones and snapping pictures (burst too) of it, including adults nearby the school playground and two bisexual journalists who wrote down every single detail of what Scootaloo said and the infamous DT kiss.

"Charlie, should we get a cupcake first? Or send this to the Wall Street Journal?"

"Nah man, I want a cupcake. I'm hungry enough to devour a pony!" Charlie answered.

"But what if somebody beat us to the race and reported this first? Our wages won't hold us long!"

"Pocka Stripes, you sure are a dumbass or something. Why would there be journalists and reporters here at the same time, not like they freakin' knew this was gonna happen!" Charlie told his partner, and pulled his pants up from sagging.

"Ohhh! You're right Charlie!" Pocka agreed, "Lets just get the energy first to report all of this!"

"Exactly, so on my mark, we're going to run to the bakery, as fast as we can so that we can get paid sooner!"

"Ready!"

"One... Two... Thr-"

"Hey what the hell are you guys doing here?" An unfamiliar voice asked. Right, the two journalists weren't the only ones here watching, in a plastic shrub in the middle of a brick sidewalk. Charlie and Pocka got out of their bush, and stared right into a tall man with a blue hat and a brown jacket (made for dectectives, but he managed to steal it), while flickering his hard metal made lighter, he pushed his hat up, and puffed smoke into the two journalist's face, in which they frowned in return.

"W-who are you then?" Charlie asked back.

"I... Heh heh heh." The mysterious man took off his jacket in epicness, unaware the fact that he threw it onto the street next to him and it was ran over by a car. Charlie and Pocka Stripes just looked at each other and shrugged.

"I am. Feather Plume! Father of the great son that made me proud: Feather Weight!" He put his left hand onto his hip, bending his elbow. While he stretched his right arm straight to his right, to point at the socks hung on the electric wires, which smelled like skunks taking a huge dump by the trash bins.

"Oh Feather Weight? You mean that kid who got thrown onto the floor in Lab class twenty-one times by Coach Spitfire?" Pocka Stripes pointed at the kid being pulled over by bunch of elder kids from junior year. They threw him down on the ground and rapidly kicked him and stomping on him.

"Oh no that's MY BOY!" He now threw his blue hat into Charlie's face, who managed to shove it back into the back of Feather Plume's pants (and into the arse) before he took a run to save his tortured son.

"What... Just happened...?" Pocka Stripes's eyes were wide open, he just stared into Feather Plume who also now is getting kicked and stomped on along with his son.

"I, don't know..." Charlie replied, "But one thing is for sure: WE CAN REPORT THIS AHEAD OF EVERYONE FIRST!"

"HELL YEA!!!!!"

"#RICH4LIFE!"

"WALL STREET! HERE WE COME!"

"I don't see that coming anywhere once you "come" to the police department for interrogation."

"ALLLLLL RIght... Wait what?" Charlie stopped once he felt his wrists aching from the sound CLICK! Twice...

"Woah what's this all about?" Pocka Stripes asked as he saw Charlie's fat butt being kicked and shoved into the police car by a large and wide shouldered police officer. Him too, was handcuffed by two officers and shoved into the same car.

"Well, since you two were busy looking and peeking over the school with such "stealth", I figure that it's the best to just arrest you both for good." The head police officer said, as he pointed at the outlines of the two journalists. Charlie and Pocka Stripes looked down, their clothing is all black, even the socks, shoes and their hats. They have these sharp objects used to stalk a prey and at the right moment to strike and kill.

"Dude, shut the hell up! Those objects you were mentioning are goddamn pencils! We need those to write and record what we've seen!" Charlie said as they were driving in the car down the street, but the head police officer, who was sitting in front of the car, turned back and said,

"Then that's even more evident that you two deserved what you got, you two are some of the most suspicious duo since those two mysterious thieves went missing two days ago... Wearing the exact same thing and holding a sharp object that cannot be determined as knives-"

"Oh come on! We got our ID's!" Charlie protested as he struggled to reach for his pocket to take out his Wall Street journalist ID.

"-and they are also known for showing fake ID's to random headquarters and departments... Just to prove their false innocence."

"Oh you got to be kidding me!" Charlie gave up and laid back into the seat, while Pocka Stripes furiously whispered to him,

"I told you NOT to dress like this because of those two criminals on the news last night!"

The two unfortunate journalists can do nothing but groan and roll their eyes as the car continued to roll its wheels down the never ending street.