The Crusaders Save Hearth's Warming

Mister Hum Buck had counted down the days until Ponyville would receive the dreadful news: that their long awaited concert would be canceled, and he would then cheer in uproarious fashion. He awoke each morning with a smile like a child on Hearth's Warming Eve, ready to unwrap his gift. A gift perhaps for him, but for the rest of the town, and especially to our young crusaders, his gift would become something more akin to a curse. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle put their heads together day after day, as they desperately tried to come up with anything that could undo what Hum Buck had done. They had thought to send a letter of their very own to perhaps explain their situation, but they had not a bit to their names. The Pony Post Office wouldn't send a letter out for them for free, no ifs ands or buts.

They had tried to put it in the back of their minds, and focus on the holiday itself without a thought of Mister Hum Buck and their failure, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't escape it. It haunted them like a nightmare they could not wake from. Their families were alighted and delighted by the warmth of the holiday spirit, but our crusaders remained cold and restless. They had pondered the idea of confronting Hum Buck at his cottage one last time, but they knew not of what they could possibly say or do that would change anything. Besides, not a single one of them had an ounce of courage left in them to even approach his cottage let alone knock on his door.

There was only one thing they could think of that could possibly lift their spirits, or at least give them a warm feeling inside, and that was Pinkie Pie's famous hot cocoa. They walked into Sugarcube Corner, and they were instantly greeted by Pinkie Pie who trotted to them with a burst of energy.

"Heeeeeeello, girls! What can I--?" Pinkie paused as she noticed their faces. "Why the long faces? Hearth's Warming Eve's tomorrow! Aren't you all excited?!"

"It is? Well, at least it's almost over," said Apple Bloom.

"You can say that again," Scootaloo added.

"Hmm, I sense a lack of holiday spirit in you girls!" Pinkie declared.

"No, we're fine. Right?" Apple Bloom turned to her friends.

"Uh-huh, feeling real good," said Sweetie Belle.

"Yup, happy as sugar plums. See?" Scootaloo said with a big, fake smile as the rest followed suit.

With her hoof under chin, Pinkie Pie analyzed their odd behavior. ". . . Okay! If you say so! Here, you girls take a seat anywhere you like, and I'll bring out some of my holly jolly cocoa for you!" Pinkie then hopped over the countertop to retrieve their drinks, and the crusaders slumped in the cushiony seats.

"So, think when this is all over we'll feel any better?" Scootaloo asked.

"I hope so. I can't take it anymore," said Sweetie Belle.

"Me neither. I wish I could just sleep through the whole day so I wouldn't have to worry 'bout it no more," said Apple Bloom. "I'm tired of pretendin' to be happy at home. Hearth's Warmin' ain't ruined yet for everypony else in Ponyville, but mine's already been ruined since that day."

"I know. This whole week's just been a real bummer," Scootaloo added. "Hey, Apple Bloom. You ever tell Applejack about all this?"

"Pfft, nope. She and Hum Buck are practically friends now. There's no way she'd believe me. Did you ever tell your Aunt?"

"Yup."

"And what she say?"

"She said, 'Oh, Scooty, you've got quite the imagination!'" Scootaloo said with her best impression of her Aunt. "How about you, Sweetie Belle?"

"Well, I was going to, but like Apple Bloom said, I think him and Rarity are friends now too."

"Wait, you too?!" Apple Bloom asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, it was so weird. He came to our house with a bowl of cookies as a gift. She invited him in and they sat and talked for a while like they were on some kind of date or something, bleh!" Sweetie Belle nearly gagged, and the three of them shuddered with disgust.

"He-heh, what if Hum Buck becomes your brother-in-law?" Scootaloo teased.

"Not funny, Scoot!"

"Okay, okay, sorry, but how good were they?"

"How good were what?"

"The cookies, were they good?"

"I didn't trust 'em. I thought Hum Buck might've put something in them, but Rarity made me have one. She said I should be 'courteous' to guests or something. . . They tasted pretty good--but if something happens to me, blame the cookie!"

"What are we talking about?!" Pinkie Pie popped her head up from underneath the table, and the crusaders yelped with fear. "Oh! Sorry. I just overheard the word cookies, and I just had to know more! Hey, can you girls believe how windy it is out there? It's cah-razy! Anyway, here's your cocoa! All sweet and steamy!"

"Thanks, Pinkie Pie," Apple Bloom said as she reached for a cup."

"Ah-ah-ah!" Pinkie Pie pulled the cups away. "Not until you tell me what's bothering you!"

They all moaned and whined, but Pinkie stood firm. If they wanted to taste the glory of her hot cocoa, they'd have to share what was on their minds, and none of them were eager to speak out. They looked to each other as they twiddled their hooves and gritted their teeth. Apple Bloom looked to Scootaloo, as did Sweetie Belle. With all eyes suddenly glued to her, the pressure had finally cracked her.

"Oh, fine! I'll say it!" Scootaloo broke out. "Pinkie, there's this guy who just mailed out a whole bunch of mean letters to The Canterlot Choir, and once they read them they're gonna cancel the concert here in Ponyville--and we tried to stop him, but we failed! Now, Hearth's Warming Eve is ruined all because of us!" Scootaloo took a breath, and slammed her head on the table. The others looked to Pinkie with big but nervous grins, as her face at first was expressionless. "Can we have our cocoa now?" Scootaloo's asked with her face still planted firmly on the table. Pinkie smirked, and her smirk turned to a smile as her cheeks filled with air. She pressed her hoof against her mouth until it became too much to hold back, and the room filled with Pinkie's bubbly giggling.

"Gee. Well, that's not the reaction I was expectin'," said Apple Bloom.

"You girls are so silly!" said Pinkie. "So, what if the choir doesn't come to Ponyville? It's not gonna be the end of Hearth's Warming!"

"What do you mean?" Sweetie Belle asked. "Once everypony finds out the choir won't be coming to Ponyville, then they'll all lose their holiday spirit, and Hearth's Warming will be over!"

"Did I forget to mention the whole 'it's our fault' thing?" Scootaloo reiterated.

"Come on, girls! Sure, the Canterlot Choir has the most angelic voices in all of Equestria! Hearing their voices just gives you that tingly feeling you get when you bite into the spongiest and fluffiest cupcake topped with the most delicious and sweetest vanilla frosting and colorful sprinkles, so delicious that you can't help but reach for another one except this one's got chocolate frosting--and come on--who doesn't love chocolate frosting?! Wait what were we talking about? Oh, yeah! And sure, everypony being able to see them all perform live for the first time ever here in Ponyville would be the greatest thing ever, and fill all our hearts with tons of holiday joy!" Pinkie reassured.

"Yup, keep going. Just rub it in."

"But we don't need them to have the best Hearth's Warming ever. We have each other!" Pinkie hugs and squeezes the crusaders, who began to feel slightly uplifted. "And if you ask me, everypony's voice here in Ponyville is just as beautiful as anypony in that choir!"

"B-But, we were told we weren't any good at carolin'," said Apple Bloom.

"But did you have fun doing it?"

"Well . . . yeah."

"And did it make you happy?"

"Y-Yeah," said Sweetie Belle.

"And did it make you all fuzzy with holiday spirit?!"

Scootaloo finally lifted her head up from the table. "Yeah, it sure did!" she proclaimed.

"Well, then that's all that matters." Pinkie gave each of them their cup of cocoa, and with their spirits lifted, they happily took a big swig of warm, chocolatey goodness. They all set down their cups, and wiped their mouths clean.

"Girls, I think I've got an idea," said Apple Bloom with a confident glow that hadn't been seen in days.

"I'm all ears," said Scootaloo.

"Whatever it is, I'm in!" Sweetie Belle assured.

"Then follow me! We've got some work to do!" said Apple Bloom. She and her friends leapt from their seats, and galloped out of the sweet shop. "Thanks, Pinkie!"

"No problem, girls!" Pinkie waved as they dashed through the doorway. "Ahh, kids. They have just the wildest imaginations."

The day went on as Hearth's Warming grew ever closer, but our brave crusaders weren't worried one bit. Together they came up with a plan that couldn't possibly fail. A plan that would save Hearth's Warming despite all that Mister Hum Buck had accomplished. Secluded in their clubhouse, they worked tirelessly for hours. Once it came time for their curfew, they wrapped it all up with pride. They said their goodbyes, excited for tomorrow unlike they had ever been before. Apple Bloom returned to her farmhouse, and was greeted by Applejack who just so happened to be at the front door.

"There ya are, Apple Bloom!" said Applejack. "Did you have fun with yer friends?"

"I sure did, sis!" Apple Bloom exclaimed as she hugged Applejack's leg.

Applejack smiled. "Well, that's mighty good to hear. Oh, guess who decided to pay us a visit today?"

"Hello, Apple Bloom," said Mister Hum Buck as he stepped into view. "It's a pleasure to see you again," he smirked.

He looked to Apple Bloom with that dubious grin of his once again. Hoping to see the disdain and resentment that would surely show upon her face. Without hesitation, Apple Bloom met his leg with a great, big hug. She looked up to him with a smile on her face, and a sparkle in her eye, both of which unsettled Mister Hum Buck to a large degree. Caught off guard, he stood frozen unsure of how to respond.

"Howdy, Mister Hum Buck!" Apple Bloom greeted. "It's nice to see you too!"

"Aww, ain't that just sweet?" said Applejack. "You two have really formed quite a bond, haven't you?"

"Umm, y-yes of course!" Hum Buck led with a chuckle as he patted the top of Apple Bloom's head. "You know what they say, Hearth's Warming is where friendships are woven!" Hum Buck nearly choked.

"Ain't that the truth?!"

"Applejack, can Mister Hum Buck come with us to the concert? Please?!" Apple Bloom begged as she brimmed with excitement.

"Why that's a mighty fine idea, Apple Bloom!"

Mister Hum Buck was baffled. How could a filly who he knew despised him just yesterday suddenly become so happy and delighted to see him? He couldn't understand why she would inquire about him being invited to a concert they both know will be canceled. Then it hit him. Perhaps she knew something he didn't, and this act of hers was just to throw off her sister, and him at the same time. Maybe she found a way to undo what he had done, but she had made a foolish mistake to act so smug by taunting him with that bright, rosy-cheeked smile of hers. Whatever scheme she had cooked up, he had little time to uncover and destroy. Anxious and worried, he had to cut their meeting short.

"While I'd love to stay and chat, I fear I have a most pressing matter to attend to--and it simply cannot wait," said Hum Buck.

"Aw, but ya are gonna join us fer the concert tomorrow, ain't ya?" Apple bloom asked in a hopeful tone.

"Do not fret, dear child! There isn't anypony else I'd rather join for such an event! You can certainly expect me."

"Well, that's wonderful to hear! Hopefully all this confounded wind calms down by then," said Applejack. "We should all get some rest now. We've got a big day ahead of us! Probably the biggest Hearth's Warming we've had in a long time."

"Yes, quite! Now then, I shall see you all tomorrow!" Hum Buck bid them farewell as he shuffled through the snow.

"Good night, Mister Hum Buck!" said Apple Bloom.

"To you as well!" Hum Buck gritted his teeth, and he lowered his voice to a low grumble. "Enjoy it while you can, because if you think you have the upper hoof, you are sadly mistaken."

Hum Buck, bent on putting and end to Apple Bloom's plot, raced as fast as he could to the Pony Post Office. He was attacked ruthlessly by the raging winds. He tried to use the collar of his coat to help shield his face from the intense gale, but his body still shivered from the icy chills. Without a care, he pushed and shoved anypony that stood in his path. The cold had become nearly unbearable, but Hum Buck pressed onward. He needed to be certain there wasn't any sort of delay or issue with the delivery of his letters. He reached the post office, and pushed its doors to enter, but they wouldn't budge. "What in the name of--" Hum Buck then noticed a sign that read: Closed Early For The Holiday, Happy Hearth's Warming Eve! "No! This cannot be!" Hum Buck pushed and kicked at the door in a fit of rage. He peaked through the glass to see if anypony was inside. "Hello?! Is anypony in there?!" he shouted. The office was empty, and all the lights were out. "Oh, Celestia!" Hum Buck kicked the door once more, then grumbled as he stomped his way back home.

The door to his cottage was thrust open, and he stepped inside with a soulless look about him. He ripped off his coat, and tossed it onto the floor. He took off his hat, and threw it into a random corner of his home. He loosened his bow tie, as he felt it difficult to catch his breath. With a box of matches, he feverishly struck a match intent on producing a flame, but its stubbornness infuriated him. He tossed it over his shoulder, and with one swift strike, the next match gave him a flame which he used to light a candle at his desk. He yanked his chair out as it screeched across his wooden floor, then sat down as his head pounded furiously. "What is that filly's plan?" He asked himself. "What does she know that I don't?!" Hum Buck swiped a stack of books off his desk, and listened as they smacked the floor to hopefully grant him some sort of pleasure, but he instead found himself exhausted. On the verge of a breakdown, he laid his head down on the desk, and hoped that his fears were nothing more than possibilities. "No, there's nothing she could have done," he muttered. Hum Buck raised his head, and felt his confidence coming back to him. "Hearth's Warming is tomorrow, and that's not nearly enough time for her to try and send out a letter to the choir, even if she had the bits to pay for expedited postage! But surely she's smarter than that, it must be something else. She must've told somepony she trusts about me, but who? It quite clearly wasn't her sister. Who else would she tell, the authorities?! Bah! They'd never believe a story as ludicrous as hers!" Hum Buck jumped out of his chair, and shouted to his walls with passion. "My plan is flawless; I just know it! And when I join them in the crowd, I want to be the first to see the change in her tune once she hears that their precious concert is indeed canceled! But let's pretend she somehow did manage to foil my plan, then so be it! There will be many more Hearth's Warmings after this, and I won't stop here! Next time, I'll concoct a plan so meticulous that it can't possibly fail! Then, whilst everypony weeps and moans, I'll be the only one laughing! It will be end of their beloved holiday here, and forever-after!"

A stiff breeze blew out the flame from the candle, and his cottage was instantly flooded with darkness. Confused, Hum Buck grabbed his box of matches, and struck another match. It lit up, but another breeze blew it right out. Hum Buck stopped and listened, but could not hear any wind inside his cottage. He tried once more to light a match, but the wind blew it out yet again. Frustrated, he threw the box of matches onto the floor, and began to search vehemently for the source of the wind. It was difficult to manage, but the moonlight that shone through his windows was enough to guide him through his living room. He checked the windows, and discovered one had been left open. He did not remember ever opening it, but did not think about it for too long, as the cold had become unbearable. He closed and locked his window, and a child-like giggle erupted from behind him. A jolt was sent through his body, and his heart leapt from inside his chest. He whipped around, and nervously scanned the room. Then, he spotted something. It was difficult to see, but he could just barely make out the faint silhouette of a filly standing in the darkest corner of the room. "Who goes there?" Hum Buck asked the shadow. With giddy laughter, the filly galloped away in a burst of speed. Petrified, Hum Buck watched the figure climb upstairs to his bedroom. "Apple Bloom! If that's you, you'd better stop this immediately!" Hum Buck waited for a response, but all was silent upstairs. Self-assured of the figure's identity, Hum Buck walked over and stood at the bottom of the stairway where he had a clear view of his bedroom. The door was left halfway open, but nothing could be seen inside other than pure blackness. "So, this was your plan, eh? To scare me? Ha! And what good will that do you?" he taunted. Without warning, his bedroom door violently slammed shut. Hum Buck trembled, and the child-like giggling continued from behind his bedroom door. It was hard to distinguish, but to Hum Buck, it sounded eerily like Apple Bloom's voice.

Hum Buck cautiously proceeded up the stairway, curious, but fearful. He wanted to catch Apple Bloom in the act, and expose her behavior to her sister. That way she'd forever regret this twisted game of hers. Despite how sure he was that Apple Bloom was the one hiding behind that door, something still felt off to him. With every step he took the air grew colder, so cold that he had begun to see his breath. "I'll give you one chance, Apple Bloom. Come out, and I won't tell your sister about any of this," Hum Buck bargained. There was no response, only constant, faint giggling. Hum Buck felt an icy, cold sensation run up his hoof with his next step, and found what appeared to be snow which covered every step from then on. Hum Buck wondered if he had left his bedroom window open, but the very thought sounded preposterous. He would never consider opening up a window during a stormy winter such as this. Let alone forgetting to shut it before leaving the cottage. Unless Apple Bloom opened it herself, but he denied that concept as well. There was no possible way so much snow could have gotten in his cottage in such a short amount of time. Nothing added up, and the thin layer of frost that covered the walls certainly didn't help matters.

He reached the top of the stairway, and stared intently at his bedroom door. The monotonous giggling had driven Hum Buck up a wall, and forced him to march toward the door. He could hear wind blowing from behind the door, which lead him to believe that it most definitely was Apple Bloom who caused this mess. Angered, he banged on the door. "Apple Bloom, you'd better come out, and explain yourself!" he demanded. The giggling continued, and Hum Buck's patience had finally worn thin. "You want to make this difficult? Very well. If you don't come out before I count to three, I'm barging in there myself! One. . ! Two. . !"

There was a gasp, and the door opened ever so slightly. Empowered, Hum Buck grinned as he finally felt he had control over the situation. He pushed open the door, and his grin vanished. What stood behind that door was no filly. Hum Buck saw himself, but it was not entirely him. He was covered in snow, and his body twitched in a peculiar manner. Two large antlers protruded from his head, and his eyes were pale-white. Hum Buck felt as though something had a grip on his throat, as he struggled to breathe. The creature let out a cry that pierced Hum Buck's ears, and a powerful gust of wind threw him off balance. He staggered backward, and fell down the flight of stairs. His stomach churned as he felt the pull of gravity on his body. He shut his eyes, and accepted his fate.

Hum Buck then heard a knocking sound, and was baffled. There was yet another knock, and he opened his eyes to find himself still seated at his desk. Sunlight poured into his room, which revealed the candle he had lit had nearly completely melted away. The pace of his heart settled, but there was still one more thing he felt he needed to check.

"Mister Hum Buck? Are ya home?" Applejack called from behind the door.

"Y-Yes, quite! Give me just one moment!" Hum Buck replied.

He galloped to the stairway, and climbed upward to find not a snowflake on the steps, and not a spec of frost on the walls. He approached his bedroom door with caution, and pushed it open in one quick motion. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and felt rejuvenated once he came to the realization that what he had experienced was nothing more than a bad dream. Hum Buck trotted back down to greet Applejack who stood at his porch, but she was not alone. Apple Bloom too stood beside her, both of them bundled up to protect themselves from the rugged winds and intense cold.

"Applejack! Apple Bloom! This is indeed a surprise. Good morning to you both," said Hum Buck.

"Yup! Happy Hearth's Warmin', Mister Hum Buck!" said Applejack.

"Uh, yes indeed," Hum Buck dismissed. "A bit early in the morning to pay a visit, no?"

"Sorry, Mister Hum Buck, but Mayor Mare's called fer a meetin' over in town square. We think it's about that time!"

"Ah, you think so? Well, allow me to get my coat and we'll be on our way. I had hoped these unforgiving winds would have settled by now."

"I don't quite get it either. Ponyville's never had crazy weather like this, and apparently the pegasi up in Cloudsdale have no clue 'bout what's going on neither!"

"Hm, that is strange, but I'm certain there's a logical explanation for all this."

"I sure hope so."

Hum Buck went back to grab his coat and hat, then headed out with Applejack and Apple Bloom headstrong into the blizzard. The winds pushed against them, but they held on to their hats as they proceeded onward. Apple Bloom walked beside Hum Buck, and tugged at his sleeve.

"Mister Hum Buck?" she asked.

"Yes, child, what is it?" Hum Buck asked without turning her way.

"I'm really glad yer comin' with us. I know ya don't much care fer carolin', but maybe this time it'll be different!"

Hum Buck bit the inside of his cheek as Apple Bloom's cheery demeanor droned in his ears, but he knew he had to keep his composure, so he played along. "Perhaps you're right. I have a feeling this most certainly will be a very different experience for me."

The ponies had formed a large crowd in the center of town, where the mayor stood at her podium urging everypony to gather around, as she had an important announcement for them all. Everypony talked and murmured amongst themselves about what the mayor had to say, and of course, the thought on all their minds was in relation to The Canterlot Choir. Hum Buck, Applejack and Apple Bloom wormed their way through the crowd until they reached the front. Everypony's faces were lit up with excitement, even Hum Buck's, but not for same reason as all the rest. Despite all the energy flowing from the crowd, the mayor's face evoked a different kind of energy.

"Everypony, please quiet down!" the mayor requested. "Now, all of you have been eagerly awaiting this day, myself included. This Hearth's Warming, we are to be visited by Equestria's well-renowned Canterlot Choir!" The crowd erupted with cheer, and stomped their hooves excitedly in the snow. The mayor raised her hoof, and the crowd's enthusiasm calmed. "At least . . . that was the plan." The ponies in the crowd looked to each other in confusion, and Hum Buck's face immediately lit up. "Last night, I had reached out to The Canterlot Choir, asking if there were any other arrangements that needed to be made in preparation for their arrival, and they said that they will not be making their appearance in Ponyville today."

"I-Is it because of the weather?" a member of the crowd asked.

"Are they rescheduling?" asked another.

"Their reasoning was a bit perplexing. In fact, I will read aloud exactly what their message stated." The mayor unfolded a letter, and cleared her throat. "Mayor Mare, we thank you for wanting to give us the opportunity to perform for your town, but it is clear that we are not wanted." The entire crowd gasped. "We would have written you earlier, but we assumed you were already aware after how negatively the announcement of our arrival was received. We apologize for informing you on such short notice. Take care, and we wish you--along with everypony in Ponyville--a very happy Hearth's Warming." Hum Buck looked all around him, and expected an outrage from within the crowd. Instead, he saw a mix of confusion, and sadness. He could tell everypony's heart was broken by the news, and it brought him great joy to witness. "I'm sorry, everypony. . . I-I don't understand it myself."

"Dear, oh dear," said Hum Buck. "Definitely a tragedy, wouldn't you say?"

"I-It just don't make any sense," said Applejack. "How could this have happened?"

"Well, perhaps it's a sign. Maybe it's for the best."

"A-Apple Bloom, how are you feelin', sugarcube?" Applejack and Hum Buck then found that Apple Bloom was nowhere to be seen. "Poor thing, probably couldn't bear it any more. I don't blame her; I'd act just the same."

"Can you two believe this?" Rarity asked. "This is just the worst possible thing! Who could have been responsible for this?"

"I don't know, but I need to go find Apple Bloom. I'm sure she's gonna need all the comfort she can get at this point."

"She couldn't have gotten too far; I'll go find her. Just wait here," said Hum Buck.

"Thank you, Hum Buck."

With a nod, Hum Buck maneuvered through the crowd, only to hide behind the nearest cottage. He peered around the corner, and relished the grand view of everypony else's despair. He watched them all as they hung their heads in sorrow, and comforted their loved ones. The children wept, and the parents held them. Many were stunned and in shock from what they had heard. It felt like a bad dream that none of them could wake from, but for Hum Buck, it was a dream come true. Within moments, they began to turn on one another on a search for somepony to blame.

"Who 'reacted negatively' to the announcement?" a pony in the crowd asked aloud.

"It sure wasn't me!" another replied. "Was it you?!"

"Oh, I hope you're not asking me!" somepony else shouted.

"Well, maybe I am!"

"Oh yeah? Well, I think this was all your fault!"

"No, it had to have been you!"

On and on they went. Hooves were pointed, and accusations were made. Chaos ensued amongst the crowd as Mayor Mare did her best to put them at ease whilst Hum Buck laughed from behind the cottage. "Just look at them. All this petty arguing over a concert, and a good-for-nothing choir. Like children that don't get what they want when they don't even know what's best for them. I did this town a favor. Maybe now, things will be a little bit different around here, and it's all thanks to me. You're welcome, Ponyville. Enjoy your pathetic holiday." Hum Buck smiled as the crowd's arguing worsened, but beneath it all, he heard something that was quite the opposite. Like a ray of light that pierced through a shroud of darkness, a sweet sound made itself heard amongst the chaos. It was a song; a familiar one at that. One that Hum Buck knew he had heard not too long ago, but he could not pinpoint exactly where it came from. It was a sound so sweet that it felt like a fly buzzing about in his ear, and he wanted it to end. He looked over his shoulder, and was perplexed by what he saw. There they were, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, with sheets of lyrics in their hooves as their voices delicately filled the air. "W-What in the--?! Just what exactly are you three doing?! I demand you stop this incessant singing at once!" Hum Buck's command flew right over their heads, as they continued to sing their song with passion. Hum Buck fumed, and stomped toward them with passion of his own. "Fine! If you won't stop on your own--" Hum Buck swiped their lyric sheets from their hooves, and stomped them into the snow, "--I'll make you stop! What will you do now?"

"Well, it's a mighty good thing we took yer advice, Mister Hum Buck!" said Apple Bloom gleefully.

"What do you mean?"

"We studied the lyrics!" Sweetie Belle answered.

"From start to finish!" Scootaloo added.

"What? No!" Hum Buck cried.

"Ready, girls? From the top!" Apple Bloom declared. "And a one, and a two, and a--!"

They began to sing once again, and Hum Buck pressed his hooves against his ears to block them out, but it wasn't enough. He strained and suffered until he couldn't bare it any longer. "Off! All of you are off! Ugh, what will it take to make you all stop?!"

"Oh, we're not gonna stop," said Scootaloo bluntly.

"But if you really don't like our singin', then there's one thing you can do!" said Apple Bloom.

"And what exactly would that be?"

"Teach us!" the crusaders shouted in unison.

"T-Teach you? Pfft, I'm no teacher. Besides, what good would a teacher do you three anyway? Any teacher would just dismiss you all for a lack of talent."

"Maybe you're right," said Apple Bloom.

"Of course I'm right."

"It sounds like you'd have to be a pretty bad teacher to just give up on students like that."

"A real crummy one too," Scootaloo added. "I mean, who cares about what some dusty, old teacher says?"

"As long as you're having fun doing what you're doing, then isn't that all that matters?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Well . . . I-I'd never considered that."

Apple Bloom stepped toward Hum Buck. "Didn't you used to have fun singin'? Before somepony else ruined it for you?" she asked.

Hum Buck suddenly found his throat had grown sore, and it became difficult to speak. No matter how much he fought it back, he was overwhelmed by an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time. "Yes, I did. . . Very much so."

"Then, maybe you can be a better teacher than yours ever was."

"A . . . a better teacher?" Hum Buck thought to himself, and the idea intrigued him. Seeing these three fillies who sincerely wanted to learn from him; to give him an opportunity to be something he never had as a young colt, filled him with a warmth that spread from his chest to his cheeks. However, something inside him held him back. "I-I don't know if I can. It's been so long since I've sung--"

"Come on, you can do it!" Scootaloo encouraged.

"Just sing along with us! We can learn together!" Sweetie Belle suggested.

"Besides, we're all friends here. Nopony's gonna judge you; no way no how," Apple Bloom assured.

"Friends?" Hum Buck questioned. "But how? I-I thought--"

"I guess it's just like you said, Hearth's Warming really is where friendships are woven."

Hum Buck then realized, in that moment, that everything she told him the other day was meant not as some clever scheme, but something much more sincere. He spent the entire night trying to see through a charade that never was, and if it weren't for his stubborn nature, perhaps he could have seen it. The fillies he once saw as his enemies now stood before him as friends. In a matter of minutes, they've shown him just exactly what the spirit of Hearth's Warming can do. For the first time in years, Mister Hum Buck felt a joy unlike any other.

"Well then, from the top, shall we?" said Hum Buck.

"Yeah!" the crusaders cheered.

Apple Bloom raised her hoof, and counted down. "And a one, and a two, and a--!"

At once, all four of them began to sing. Hum Buck's voice first came out rather timidly, but as the words and melody began to flow, he found the confidence he thought he had lost long ago. Together, they were a quartet who's song journeyed effortlessly through the streets of Ponyville. The four of them felt something course through their bodies, an almost magical feeling. One so wondrous that the stronger it became, the louder they sang. Unbeknownst to them, another voice joined in. They all turned to see Applejack who lent her voice to their song. Beside her was Rarity, and she too couldn't resist the urge to join in. Then came Pinkie Pie, who joined in with an explosion of holiday spirit and glee. Their voices erupted into a splendorous harmony, which caught the attention of just about every last pony who was gathered over in town square. Their petty arguing hushed, and they approached the singers who's song had captivated them instantaneously. All of Ponvyille sang along, and rejoiced in the Hearth's Warming magic as they sang and swayed to the tune. Of course, not every voice was flawless, but Hum Buck had not a single care in the world. A voice's perfection no longer mattered to him, for without passion, there is no point. As their song went on, the storm began to settle. Hum Buck was mystified by the sudden shift in the weather, but was also enchanted by the sight of the snow clusters that fell gently to the ground. He took a good, long look at the ponies around him through new eyes, and the world never looked so clear. Their song came to a soothing end, and everypony in the crowd roared and cheered as they stomped their hooves. Hum Buck, overwhelmed with enlightenment, knelt before the crusaders, and softly spoke.

"Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo," he began. "I cannot thank you enough for what you've done for me today. This has to be . . . the greatest Hearth's Warming I will remember for years to come."

"Really?!" they asked.

"Indeed, but now, there is just one last thing I must do." Hum Buck stood, and turned to the crowd. "Ponyville, if I may have your attention please!" The crowd's celebration came to a halt, and they eagerly awaited what Hum Buck had to say. "Many of you know me as Hum Buck, or Mister Hum Buck--for those of you who care to be a bit more formal--but you probably know me best as the Hearth's Warming grouch." The crowd stayed silent, as they glanced to one another uncertain of how to react. "Don't be afraid to agree. I'm fully aware of it myself. Year after year I've been a bitter, old stallion during this wonderful time. I've mocked and shamed many of you for simply doing what you're passionate about, and what right do I have to take that away from you? The answer is: I don't, and I never did. So, may this Hearth's Warming mark the first day of a brand new Hum Buck! I intend on righting the wrongs I've made, and if it weren't for these three courageous and audacious fillies, I might never have changed my ways." The crusaders' eyes lit up as they rushed to stand at Hum Buck's side. "Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, have always gone on about being heroes, and saving Hearth's Warming. Well, I think I can safely say that they've succeeded in doing so. Now, Ponyville, I ask that you all give these three heroes a warm round of applause!"

And so, the crowd stomped and cheered as loudly as they could. Together, the crusaders hugged and jumped as their hearts overflowed with joy. Applejack and Rarity rushed to their sisters, and embraced them as tightly as any proud sister would. Pinkie Pie, not wanting to be left out of the love being shared, jumped in to wrap them all in one, big group hug. Hum Buck's heart was touched by the scene, and without any semblance of a doubt, he knew that these three fillies deserved every ounce of recognition they received.

"But that isn't all!" Hum Buck continued, which recaptured everypony's attention. "In relation to righting the wrongs I've made, I'd like to start with perhaps the biggest one of all. No, The Canterlot Choir didn't cancel their appearance due to the weather, or by any of you. It was me." The crowd mumbled and muttered, confused by Hum Buck. "The negative reception they spoke of in their letter was all because of me. I wrote nearly a hundred letters expressing 'my' hatred and distaste for them, and signed them all with your names." The crowd gasped. "Granted, I don't know all your names, so I conjured up as many as I could to ensure the choir would never show their faces here in Ponyville. These three did everything in their power to try and stop me, but I would have gotten away with it, and I'd never be able to live with myself without speaking the truth. If I could somehow go back and do things differently, I'd take that opportunity in a heartbeat." Applejack and Rarity listened, stunned by what they heard. The crusaders were proud of Hum Buck's decision to come clean, but their pride quickly changed to fear for Hum Buck. "I don't expect any of you to forgive me, not at all. In fact, I certainly don't forgive myself." Mayor Mare stepped out from the crowd, and approached Hum Buck with a stern look about her.

"Is what you've said true?" she asked.

"Yes."

"No!" the crusaders shouted in desperation.

"He was just uh. . ." Sweetie Belle trailed off in thought.

"Joking! Yeah, that's it! He-heh," Scootaloo nervously chuckled.

"Y-Yeah, ain't that right, Mister Hum Buck? Just yer typical Hearth's Warmin' prank?" Apple Bloom attempted to play along.

Hum Buck smiled. "Thank you, ladies, but--"

"It seems like you've made a few new friends, Mister Hum Buck," said Mayor Mare.

"Indeed I have."

"Well, I'm happy to hear." Mayor Mare then turned to the crowd. "Ponyville! I need all of you to assist me in making a decision. Mister Hum Buck has admitted to his wrongdoing, and has made a clear, sincere apology to us all. So, what say you? Won't anypony step forward to accept it?"

The crowd mumbled and muttered to one another, as they deliberated. The more time that passed, the more anxious the crusaders became. That's not to say Mister Hum Buck wasn't at all anxious, but the fact that nopony had spoken up didn't surprise him. Why, it was just as he expected. He didn't put any blame on the citizens of Ponyville. Instead, he put it all on himself. Mayor Mare turned back to Hum Buck, who removed his hat and lowered his head. The crusaders shut their eyes and held onto one another as tightly as they could, and braced themselves for the next words to leave Mayor Mare's mouth.

"Well," Mayor Mare sighed. "Then I suppose--"

"Wait!" a voice cried out from the crowd. Hum Buck raised his head, as everypony else's attention was grabbed by a mare who stepped out from the crowd. She was the storeowner that crafted musical instruments, who he berated viciously for her failing business, and Hum Buck recognized her instantly. It brought him bitter memories that sickened his stomach. "If nopony else will come forward, then I will. Mister Hum Buck, I forgive you. Not just for the concert, but everything else."

"W-What?" Hum Buck gasped. "But how? The way I treated you. . . I was--"

"Listen, everypony deserves a second chance. Even the grouchiest of ponies," she chuckled.

"W-Well," Hum Buck's throat quivered. "Thank you. . . very much."

"I'm gonna step up too!" A stallion stepped forward, who Hum Buck recognized as the shopkeeper that offered him the free record. "After that speech you gave, it hit me right here." The stallion tapped his chest. "I forgive you, pal."

"R-Really? Even after I--?"

"Eh, we all have our bad days. I just thought you were having one of those. Plus, I agree with what she said. Everypony should get another shot at doing things differently."

"Why, th-that's very kind of you, sir."

Many more ponies came forward, from the carolers Hum Buck mocked days ago, to townsponies he had never even met. As every single pony from the crowd joined the rest, they made their forgiveness known as they shouted it for all to hear. Both Applejack and Rarity approached him, and placed their hooves on each of his shoulders. They only needed to look at him with a simple smile for him to know that they too had forgiven him. He then felt something had grabbed onto his legs, and found the three fillies clutched onto them. He listened to every voice in town express their absolution, and it brought tears to his eyes. The warmth from the tight embrace of all his new friends made his heart flutter, as he surrendered to what he now knew as the true magic of Hearth's Warming.

"Well, I'd say just about everypony here accepts your apology, Mister Hum Buck," said Mayor Mare. "Myself included."

"Yaaaaay! More hugs!" Pinkie Pie shouted as she squeezed the air right out of Hum Buck, Applejack and Rarity.

"However, there is just one thing I'd like to discuss. Don't you feel The Canterlot Choir deserves to know the truth as well?"

"As a matter of fact, Miss Mare, I already have a plan for that."

"Oh, is that right?"

"Indeed! Tonight, I intend on writing them a very detailed apology letter explaining everything, and I shall send it out as soon as possible!"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Now then!" Mayor Mare raised her voice to the entire town. "This Hearth's Warming was supposed to be the grandest we've ever had, and in a sense, that is still true. I've never felt such strong holiday spirit until today, especially from our most--as he put it--'grouchiest' resident," Mayor Mare playfully teased, as Hum Buck and the rest chortled and snickered. "In fact, I'd say what has happened today is far more important than the presence of a choir. Friendships were made, and a lesson or two was learned along the way. That is what Hearth's Warming is all about! So, let us all wish Mister Hum Buck, along with our little holiday heroes, a very, happy Hearth's Warming!"

At once, the town erupted with joyous cheer, the loudest they've ever been. They stomped, whistled and clamored for all four of them, which only made our brave crusaders clutch onto Hum Buck's legs even tighter.

"Happy Hearth's Warmin', Mister Hum Buck," said Apple Bloom.

"Indeed it is, Apple Bloom," said Hum Buck. "Indeed it is."

And so, their night went on as they celebrated their greatest Hearth's Warming ever. It's funny how Hum Buck's evil scheme ended up not destroying the holiday as he had hoped, but instead, made everypony's Hearth's Warming just a little bit better. Everypony slept happily that night. Yes, especially Mister Hum Buck. He had written such a long letter to The Canterlot Choir that the scroll reached all the way down to the floor. I guess he had so much to say he felt the need to write down everything that came to mind. He must've also thought it through for hours, since he fell asleep right at his desk.

The next morning, Mister Hum Buck awoke as a changed stallion. He rushed to the Pony Post Office with his scroll, but also made a few stops along the way. His first stop was the second-hoof shop, where the stallion was delighted to see Hum Buck again.

"Good morning, Mister Hum Buck!" said the stallion.

"Ah, to you too! Say, do you still have that record player?" Hum Buck inquired.

"Sure do! Surprised nopony's taken it off my hooves by now."

"Well, I'd like to take it off your hooves. Along with that, as many records you can fit in a bag. I'm not at all worried about the price, just as long as the music is heavenly!"

"W-Wait, really?"

"Of course! Like you said, it'll most definitely make a great addition to my household. Music hasn't played in my home for years, and I think it's time for a change. Can you have it ready when I return?"

"Yes, sir!"

Afterward, he made his next stop at the woodcrafter's workshop. However, the mare wasn't as chipper and gleeful compared to when they had first met. Something had troubled her, and Hum Buck was determined to figure out why.

"Excuse me, miss. Is something the matter?"

"Oh, good morning, Mister Hum Buck. Just business as usual, or lack thereof actually," she sighed in shame. "Maybe it's time I give this silly dream up. At this rate, I'll never be able to make a living off my crafts. I hear the rock farmers are always looking for helping hooves. Maybe I'll just have to--"

"I'm going to stop you right there, because what you're saying is utter nonsense."

"What other option do I have?"

"A pony with your talent has no business taking on the life of a rock farmer! I can see the instruments you build are true works of art, and anypony would be a fool to not see that. The reason your business isn't doing so well has nothing to do with the quality of your work, and I know exactly what your issue is. In fact, I'm going to fix it right this instant."

"Really? How are you going to do that?"

"Just watch."

Hum Buck left, and after a little bit of time, he returned with a number of ponies who were all intrigued by what he had told them. The mare was astonished to see so many new, potential customers, and at the same time, nervous and restless. She demonstrated her crafts by showing off the intricate designs in the wood, and by played a soothing tune that pleased the ears of them all. Just then, they all wanted to place orders for instruments of their very own, and it was enough to bring tears the her eyes. Her dream was brought back to life in an instant, and needed to know just how Hum Buck managed to do it in such a short amount of time.

"I-I just don't get it. How'd you do it?" she asked.

"You see, you've been missing one crucial element to your business: advertisement! Without any signs or messages to make yourself stand out, how is anypony supposed to gain an interest in your services? So, I scouted a little for some ponies with interests in music, and it didn't take much convincing to peak their interest."

"I can't believe it. All along it was just that simple! Thank you, Mister Hum Buck. You just saved my business!"

"We're not through just yet. I need you to promise me that you'll take a portion of your earnings today, get yourself some signs, and give this workshop of yours a total makeover! If you're in need of assistance, I'd be more than happy to lend a hoof!"

"I promise! Thanks again!"

Mister Hum Buck said his farewells, and left the mare with her eager crowd of customers. Finally, he had reached the Pony Post Office. He waltzed in with the scroll in his mouth, and handed it to the familiar mare at the front desk.

"Miss Derpy! A pleasure to see you again," he greeted. "I have a very important letter to mail out--a scroll in fact. Can you guarantee it'll get to its destination as soon as possible?"

"Right away, sir!"

"Oh, and one more thing. Is it too late to buy and send a Hearth's Warming card?"

"Of course not! It's never too late to send somepony some season's greetings! Unless it's wrap-up time."

"Ha! Yes, quite. Then I'd like three, please."

"You betcha! Would you like the reindeer, the snowmare, or how about this one with the Hearth's Warming tree!"

"They're all wonderful, so it's difficult to choose just one. . . Hmm, I say we go with one of each!"

"Great idea! One of each it is!"

Hum Buck knew exactly who he wanted to send them to. One would go to his Father, and another to his Mother. Ever since he left home he had never considered the thought of sending a Hearth's Warming card, as he saw it as a waste of bits. But from out of nowhere, he suddenly yearned to get back into contact with them, and he felt a Hearth's Warming card would be the best way to start. As for the third card, he had a special plan for that one. There was just a little bit more work to be done.

The next day, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo woke up to a surprise at their front doors. Scootaloo awoke to a box wrapped up in colorful paper and tied with a bow, and after she tore it apart, she found an army of toy soldiers inside. Filled with glee, she wound up several of them and let them run loose in the house. Sweetie Belle woke up to a knock at her door, where she was greeted by Pinkie in a scarf and beanie who held a tray of steaming cocoa. "Hey, Sweetie Belle! Special delivery from Mister Hum Buck!" said Pinkie.

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle rushed to Apple Bloom's farmhouse, where they were incredibly eager to inform Apple Bloom of the news. They gathered in the dining room, where they excitedly shared their experiences. Amongst the commotion, Applejack stepped in with a wrapped gift, and set it in the center of the dinner table.

"Hey, y'all! Somepony left this here gift at our doorstep! Looks like it's got yer name on it, sugarcube," Applejack explained.

Hurriedly, Apple Bloom ripped it open, and was astounded to find an adorable, stuffed ursa. She recognized it the moment she set her eyes upon it, and realized that it was the exact same doll she had picked out from the toy store. She bonded with it instantly as she gave it a tight squeeze and rubbed her cheek against its fuzzy belly.

"Hey, Apple Bloom, what's that at the bottom of the box?" Scootaloo asked.

"It's a card!" Apple Bloom declared.

"Read it! What's it say?" Sweetie Belle asked anxiously. Apple Bloom cleared her throat, and read aloud what had been written on the inside of the card.

"Dear Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, I am forever grateful for the impact you three have had on my life. Being a grumpy, disgruntled, old stallion is not how I want to live out the rest of my days, and I am looking forward to a bright future where I can be somepony different. Once again, thank you for everything you've done, and for not giving up on me. This has been the most incredible Hearth's Warming I've had in years, and I'm looking forward to many, many more! Also, you'll be the first ones to know that I've received a response from The Canterlot Choir, and they have been very understanding of the whole situation. In fact, they've gone ahead and rescheduled for a surprise visit tomorrow afternoon! So, please, help me spread the word! I hope you're just as excited as I am, and I can't wait to see you there! Your friend, now and forever, Mister Humble Buckington."

"Looks like we did it, girls," said Apple Bloom.

"Cutie Mark Crusaders forever!" they cheered, and wrapped one another in one big group hug.

Well, it looks like everything wrapped up quite nicely, wouldn't you say? If it weren't for our brave crusaders, Hearth's Warming Eve would have been a complete disaster. Thankfully, they were able to show Mister Hum Buck what the true spirit of Hearth's Warming is all about even when all seemed lost. Hum Buck learned quite a few important lessons that Hearth's Warming day, and I think we all learned a little something too. I hope you enjoyed my little tale, and I wish you all a very, happy Hearth's Warming.

THE END