//-------------------------------------------------------// A Musical About a Musical -by Blue Paratroopa- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// The Cutie Mark Quest (Again) //-------------------------------------------------------// The Cutie Mark Quest (Again) Down in Ponyville, there was a certain trio who never seemed to be satisfied. It was the Cutie Mark Crusaders, of course, who were looking for their cutie marks, and were not going to let anything stop them! As always.  But after they had done every search, every trek, every quest, the trail seemed have gone cold and they found themselves back at square one yet again. Apple Bloom sighed. "Well, the doctor idea didn't work out. What's next, Crusaders?" Scootaloo threw her little hooves in the air. "I don't know any more!" "Calm down," urged Sweetie Belle. "We can't get our cutie marks by freaking out…or can we?" Pinkie Pie hopped over, cheerfully. "I'd like to see that! Let's freak out together!" Apple Bloom collapsed on the ground. "No thanks, Pinkie Pie. This isn't a game. We really, really, really, wanna get our cutie marks." (To the tune of "I've Got a Dream" from Tangled) Youtube Video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Klf8uWkvaw) Apple Bloom: We've tried dancing, animation Cooking and aviation We've even tried out zookeeping and knitting But despite try after try We can't help but sit and cry We just can't find a cutie mark that's fitting Can't you just see something on my poor bare tushie Until then, we're all stuck in the dark We keep dreaming of the day when we finally all can say We've really got our own cutie marks All Three: Our cutie marks Our cutie marks Apple Bloom: Maybe I have a knack for building arks? Maybe I was a born painter Or a sailor or a saint or Who knows, I've gotta find my cutie mark Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle: La la la la la la la la la la la la la Scootaloo: Though I do look pretty cuddly That girly stuff ain't for me But I still want a mark to make me cuter Oh, to get one is my dream I am about ready to scream Maybe my mark is all about my scooter Maybe I was meant to be a famous racer Dashing all around out for a lark But I've raced for quite a while I have made it my own style And even now there is no cutie mark All Three: Our cutie marks Our cutie marks Scootaloo: I have left so many tracks out in the park But despite my constant zooming All I've got is failure looming I guess that it won't get a cutie mark Sweetie Belle: There was that time we were salesponies Apple Bloom: Or that time we explored in the woods Sweetie Belle: Tried panning for gold Apple Bloom: Volunteering for the old All Three: Looked for oil All that toil Left us with only boils Scootaloo: And don't get us started on the carnival… Sweetie Belle: I've been told I'm good at singing But the stage fright is stinging So then I tried my hooves out on some sewing But the clothes could not be worn Cause the fabric got all torn I really should have sensed the trouble brewing Our cutie marks Our cutie marks I wanna think and really make some sparks I feel that it is my duty To prove I'm a real cutie And finally get my dearest cutie mark! Scootaloo and Apple Bloom: Our cutie marks Sweetie Belle: Our cutie marks Scootaloo and Apple Bloom: Our cutie marks Sweetie Belle: Our cutie marks All Three: We want something that makes the ponies hark And all dogs bark Apple Bloom: So we'll just have to keep going Scootaloo: Keep our winds of fury blowing Sweetie Belle: Until we find our precious cutie marks Apple Bloom: Our cutie marks Sweetie Belle: Our cutie marks Scootaloo: Our cutie marks Apple Bloom: Our cutie marks Sweetie Belle: Our cutie marks Scootaloo: Our cutie marks All Three: Until we find our precious cutie marks! Yeah! "I know something you haven't tried…" said Pinkie Pie, in a sing-song sort of voice. "WHAT?" the trio cried eagerly. "Musical theater!" Pinkie Pie happily replied. The trio looked crestfallen. "We did too try musical theater!" whined Scootaloo. "Remember the talent show?" "That wasn't real theater," said Pinkie Pie. "I mean a full story with songs and everything! I love musicals! I wish life was like one." Apple Bloom considered reminding Pinkie Pie of the song they had just performed, but decided not to. "I have a ton of scripts in my room!" said Pinkie Pie. "I got them at somepony's garage sale, but I haven't had time to read them yet! Come on!" The Cutie Mark Crusaders hurried after Pinkie Pie. This could be it! //-------------------------------------------------------// The Story of Jean Valjean //-------------------------------------------------------// The Story of Jean Valjean Pinkie's room was an absolute mess! There were books and plays everywhere, practically wallpapering the place!  Pinkie had even built her baby alligator, Gummy, a little fort out of playbooks. "Pinkie Pie," gasped Sweetie Belle, "your room looks like Twilight's library!" "Nuh-uh," said Pinkie Pie. "Twilight's books don't have as much alligator drool on them. I just bought all of these this morning! I haven't gotten a chance to go through them, like I said. Take a look!" The ponies began to dig (literally) through the scripts. "What's Annie Get Your Gun about?" asked Scootaloo. "A gunslingin' cowgirl!" Pinkie Pie cried happily. "Oh boy!" grinned Scootaloo. "We have got to do this one!" "What's a cowgirl?" asked Sweetie Belle. "You do not want to know," Apple Bloom replied with a shudder at the idea of somepony riding her while wearing spurs. "Hmmm," said Scootlaoo, "I just realized that we can't really hold guns anyway. Let's keep looking." "I've got it!" announced Pinkie Pie. "You three can do Les Miserables!" "'Miser-ables?'" repeated Sweetie Belle. "That doesn't sound like your kind of show, Pinkie Pie." "Normally it's not," Pinkie admitted, "but this show is soooooooo cool! There's wars and love and even French ponies!" (To the tune of the Lidsville theme song) Youtube Video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFMuNkseruo) Pinkie Pie: In the olden days the bourgeois Were really living high They didn't care about the poor Who had to sit and cry Some students didn't like the set-up They decided they would get up And they'd start a war against the other wealthy jerks Meanwhile there's another guy His name is Jean Valjean He is an escaped prisoner There's a lot going on An officer dude wants his head All cause he stole a loaf of bread To save his family, he has got a lot of noble quirks Their plots all start to intertwine, hope it turns out all right The war begins and all the people start to fight and fight And fight and fight And fight and fight And fight and fight And fight Oh the war is raging and Valjean, he gets a lucky break The officer is captured and the guy begins to quake But Valjean, he is much too nice He gives the captive's ropes a slice The officer can't understand and then…he hangs…himself! Turning, turning All of the soldiers die Turning, turning, turning, turning So…sad… But Valjean's kid gets married and Valjean's afterlife will be grand Cutie Mark Crusaders: We just found the show we wanna do There is violence and romance too Everybody cheer, all right, yahoo This will be so great, great Our dreams will soon come true Yeah, this could really work Cause when we're done We might all finally Get our cutie marks!