Vinyl Scratch, having overdone it at her latest gig and lost her voice, is trying to sleep it off when, first thing in the afternoon, there's a knock at her door. Greeting her is a friendly, earnest filly wanting money for… something. Filly Scouts, apparently. Seems they help those in need, whether those in need want it or not. Can Vinyl keep her sanity and her home intact over several days of kids visiting her? Considering these kids, probably not. A series of short vignettes.

This story takes place (and was almost entirely written) prior to "Crusaders Of The Lost Mark".