Trouble Shoes. He's such a nice guy. He really is. He even has a nice job. What he doesn't have, is coordination and good luck. Like, seriously, what's up? The poor guy's house is still a mess, Appleloosa cringes every time he walks into town, and he can never win anything (not even Bingo).

Luckily for him, a rather odd, and somewhat new, friend has finally been moved with pity for him. Thus, on his behalf, and without his knowledge (or permission), has gone to ask for help from powers that no pony can hope to control. Mostly from a (mostly) insane Medicinebull.