MST: Mysteries Shouldn't Tickle

“So This is the way it is?” Rainbow Dash asked desperately, one dark circled eye twitching. She hadn’t slept in days.

Twilight sighed. “I’m afraid so. I’m so sorry, Rainbow Dash.”

Rainbow Dash sank down, using three of her legs to grasp the tree branch three of them were balanced on, shaking one hoof  up at the heavens.

“CURSE YOU ALIENS! CURSE YYOOOUUUU!!!!!!”

“Why do the Poopheds have to be this way?” Scootaloo muttered behind her,  depressed.

A fair ways away on the ground, Fluttershy turned to Rarity. “How did it come this far?” She whispered, pulling an antenna self-consciously.

Rarity adjusted her parrot costume. “Oh, this itches so!” She seethed. “I wish we’d never watched that confounded movie!”