Operation: FLTTERDSH

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS MATCHMAKERS YAY!!!!” the three fillies cried, bumping hooves mid-air.

“Now don’t get too excited, y’all,” Applejack began, “All you have to do is distract her up until the clock strikes twelve. Then you have ta bring her to us at the castle, alright?”

“We’re not going to use a love potion?” Scootaloo asked, confused. Apple Bloom conked the purple maned pegasus on the head.

“No! Remember last time with Cheerilee and Mac?” Apple Bloom scolded.

“But it still kind of worked,” Sweetie Belle pointed out, “Though I guess it was pretty bad.”

“Bad enough for Big Mac not to talk to me for a week,” Apple Bloom sighed.

“But all he ever says is ‘Eeyup’ and ‘Nnope’?” Scootaloo said.

“Now now, fillies, we’re running out of time, so arguin’ can wait for later.” Applejack turned her gaze to Scootaloo. “Big Mac says a lot more than just that, ya know.”

“So he does talk-!” Sweetie Belle began to say, but was cut off.

“Come on Crusaders, hustle! We’re counting on you to hold off Rainbow ‘til the bell!” Applejack stated, pushing the fillies along. They resisted ever so slightly, and only began to move at a moderate pace. Thinking of something to speed them up, Applejack smiled. “This can be good practice for your cutie marks!”

She could see them brighten up and look at each other enthusiastically. They then all glanced at their marked flanks and grinned before bolting away in a cloud of smoke.

“That… might not be so good,” Applejack whispered as she stared at the dust clouds being kicked up.