The very funny and chaotic story that breaks the 4th wall a lot.(*whew* long tittle eh?)
Chapter one: Here they go again.
It was your average day at Ponyville. The birds tweeting, the frogs croaking, the dogs....wait this is not what this story about. Uh hold on gotta find the script.................well I found a pile of smoldering ashes but not the script. Now now don't worry your still gonna get a story we just have to find one. Maybe we'll find the right one and everything will be fine. Ah conflict! The story must be over there. "Pinkie for the umpteenth time NO!" Nononononono this isn't our story that's someone else's. Don't tell my boss this happened he'll kill me! Hold on I need help. STEVE! STEVE! I NEED YOU TO GET A STORY FROM THE STORE!!! Oh wait you already did that? Thanks Steve! So our story begins at the CMC tree house. STEVE CUE THE FADING ANIMATION AND MUSIC!
So we arrive at the tree house and find our main characters in immense boredom. So they did what any foal would've done, think of things to do but there case how to get a cutie mark. (By the way I'm not doing a country accent for Apple Bloom.) "Maybe we can try hang gliding." "No." "Ooh how bout skiing." " Tried that." "Make a tv show? "Whats the point." This pattern continued on between Scoots and Bloom while Sweetie wrote in her diary. (Remember this part its important.) "Ah we'll never get our cutie marks!" Wailed Scoots. "Now that's not true. One day we will." Assured AB. With a glance AB found Sweetie writing in a book. "Whats that you got there Sweetie Bell? Sweetie squeaked for her fellow crusaders did not know she owned a diary or will know anytime soon she thought but she was wrong.......very wrong. "Um er uh well it's n-nothing." She sputtered "I think it is something." Replied Scoots joining in on the fun. Causing Sweetie to slam the book shut and lock it up with her key necklace. "Oh leave her alone Scoots." Snapped AB regretting what she said. Trying to get the attention off of her she scanned the Equestrian Daily in hope of job request. "Oh look girls some pony is asking for ponies to clean her attic." "Really? "Yea." "How much? "Twenty bits." "Let's go!" "Cutie Mark Crusaders attic cleaners!" Yelled all three at once. And commercial cut........ I SAID COMMERCIAL CUT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE DONT HAVE ANY BITS! JUST CUT!