Weekend at Cheerilee's

by Super Spike

Uh-Oh!

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The next morning, the three fillies walked to Miss Cheerilee's house. They all breathed nervously, as they knew what was about to happen.

"Okay, Crusaders," Apple Bloom said nervously. "It's time."

"I know," Sweetie Belle responded, feeling depressed that they have to continue with the charade.

"I know," Scootaloo responded, feeling broken about what she and her friends were about to do.

"Just one more time," Apple Bloom said as she opened the door.

"I got the stetson," Sweetie Belle said.

"I got the vinegar," Scootaloo said.

The three fillies walked inside, used the stetson and vinegar to rid the smell of the body, and then picked up their dead teacher and walked outside. While heading to the School of Friendship, some ponies looked at the fillies in concern, but Sweetie Belle kept her horn powered up, making Cheerilee look like she's moving on her own.

"My horn hurts," Sweetie Belle complained.

The group continued walking, but out of nowhere, a mare ran towards them.

"I got to hurry!" she exclaimed.

She bumped into Sweetie Belle, causing her to lose control of her magic and accidentally knocked the body of her teacher off a cliff and onto a sandy beach.

"Miss Cheerilee!" Apple Bloom shouted.

The body landed near a small colt with a shovel and a plastic bucket.

"Oh cool," he said. "A pony to bury in the sand."

"Oh no!" Scootaloo called out.

The group ran down the stairs of the cliff to retrieve the teacher, only to find their teacher buried waist down.

"Hey!" Apple Bloom shouted. "That's our teacher you're burying!"

"Wait, what?" the colt said as he stopped burying Cheerilee.

"You're burying our teacher!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

"That's your teacher?" the colt asked confusedly. "I thought it was just a mare sunbathing."

"Why would you bury anyone without asking?!" Scootaloo exclaimed.

"I don't know," the colt said. "I just wanted to. It's fun to be buried. I didn't mean any harm. She's not going to suffocate. Haystack wouldn't hurt her. That's my name, by the way."

"How old are you, kid?" Apple Bloom asked.

"Five," Haystack answered.

"Well, that makes sense," Apple Bloom responded.

"We're just going to take our teacher back," Sweetie Belle said, pulling the body out of the sand using her horn. "Bye."

"Hey!" Haystack shouted. "You can't take her away! I'm telling Mommy!"

"Uh-oh!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed as she lifted Cheerilee up in air. "Let's get out of here before we get in trouble."

The three fillies made a run back up the stairs of the cliff and back on the road.

"That was close one," Apple Bloom said.

The three fillies walked to the entrance of the School of Friendship with not too many interruptions other than occasionally dropping the body as a result of exhaustion. Once they arrived, Apple Bloom rang the doorbell. Within a few seconds, Twilight answered the door.

"Oh, hi Cheerilee," Twilight said. "Glad you can make it. Thanks you three for bringing your teacher to the graduation ceremony."

Sweetie Belle powered her horn up.

"Of course, Princess Twilight Sparkle," Sweetie Belle spoke through the body while making it move its mouth, eyes, and legs.

Sweetie Belle made the body walk with Twilight to the stage. There, several students were waiting while wearing graduation outfits. Unlike after what had happened with Cozy Glow, the Student Six were also graduating, this time for real.

Some fanfare music played for a few minutes. Everyone was preparing for the big event. They were excited that after all the hard work, they managed to make it to the end.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders waited in the audience, with Sweetie Belle still powering her horn to make it look like Cheerilee was moving on her own. The body was shaking others' hooves and then stood by one of the lecterns. Twilight stood by the other one.

"Good afternoon, every creature," Twilight announced. "Thank you all for your patience. We will have a speaker announce the proceedings."

Sweetie Belle cleared her throat and spoke through her miniature microphone to send the message to Cheerilee's body.

"Welcome every creature," she said. "I am proud to present to you all...our graduates."

The students walked on the stage, happy that they'll soon receive their diplomas. The crowd cheered.

"Way to go, Smolder!" Spike called out from the audience.

Smolder smiled, happy to see her friend cheering her on.

Sweetie Belle got nervous, as she didn't know what else to say.

"I don't know what to say," she whispered to Apple Bloom, away from the microphone.

"Here," Apple Bloom responded as she gave her a piece of paper, showing what Cheerilee was supposed to say.

"What's this?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Just read through it," Apple Bloom said. "It's supposed to be for Cheerilee's speech."

"Where did you get that?" Sweetie Belle asked worrisome.

"Ah had to go through Cheerilee's mail to find it," Apple Bloom explained.

Sweetie Belle glared at her friend.

"You what?!" she whispered angrily.

"Ah had to find the speech," Apple Bloom said in fear while looking at her friend, who was still fuming. "Hey, we're already breakin' the law by draggin' a body around. We may as well break one more to avoid blowing our cover."

Sweetie Belle calmed down.

"You're right," she said as she accepted the document.

Sweetie Belle looked through the speech, took a deep breath, and started reading it.

"I would like to congratulate you all for all your hard work," Sweetie Belle said in the microphone. "You all showed your best effort. Your friendship and heroism have shaped Equestria's view of others. From keeping the School of Friendship open to stopping Cozy Glow from taking over Equestria to stopping her, Lord Tirek, and Queen Chrysalis from trying to take over Equestria again, you have helped out a lot during your experiences. I commend you all for working together. You should all be proud of your accomplishments. Without further ado, I will turn the mic over to Starlight Glimmer to pass out the diplomas. Thank you all very much!"

The crowd cheered as Sweetie Belle sighed in relief.

"We did it," she said with the mic off.

Cheerilee's body was controlled to walk away from the lectern, allowing Starlight Glimmer to take over.

"Thanks so much, Cheerilee," she told her.

"Of course, Starlight Glimmer," Sweetie Belle responded.

The two shook hooves, but as they did, Cheerilee's foreleg suddenly fell off. Starlight Glimmer looked in shock at the dismembered foreleg, but her shock quickly escalated to horror when she saw fur and skin peeling off the body and before long, the rest of Cheerilee's legs and her head fell apart. At that point, everyone saw the sight in horror. Within a few seconds, several of the graduates and audience members began screaming in panic.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders were shocked to see what had just happened. Sweetie Belle quickly powered down her horn.

"I think we need to get out of here," Scootaloo said in worry.

"Good idea," Apple Bloom responded.

The three fillies ran away from the sight. However, Twilight looked at the audience and saw the filly with her horn ignited and then running off with the other two. Realizing what had happened, she quickly teleported herself to the exit of the auditorium, stopping them from escaping.

"Alright you three," she said strictly. "I want a full explanation about what had happened!"

"Uh...I..." Sweetie Belle stammered. "You see...we..."

"It's no use, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom said in defeat. "It's time we come clean."

"Let's go to my office," Twilight ordered. "Spike, call the police."

"Will do, Twilight," the little dragon answered.

Twilight and the Cutie Mark Crusaders walked towards Twilight's office.

"It's over..." Scootaloo said sadly. "We're all going to jail for this."

"I hope the food's not too bad there," Sweetie Belle said.

"Are you kiddin' me?" Apple Bloom responded. "Mah sister told me there's nothin' good about jail."

The three fillies all had their heads down as they were getting close to Princess Twilight's office. All they could think about was whatever happened next wouldn't matter. It was going to be bad, regardless.