Author's Note

Resume: On the morning of the Starswirled Music Festival, most of the Equestria Girls are awake, but some of them are quite groggy because of Pinkie Pie's all-night drumming, and Sunset Shimmer is still fast asleep. Applejack have an idea on how to wake her up.

“Wake-Up Naked!”

At Rarity’s motor home, it is parked on the campground set up for attendees of the Starswirled Music Festival and she, Twilight Sparkle, and Rainbow Dash are sitting on the stumps that form a ring in the nearby grass. All three are fully naked but barely conscious, the morning has just begun, and the camera zooms in slowly before cutting to a close-up of Applejack as she emerges from the forest bordering the site, a stack of firewood balanced on one shoulder. She is dressed with her festival outfit (A white dress with flowered hem and red apple clip at the neckline; brown boots marked with red apples; sunglasses with transparent green apple-shaped lenses; brown hat edged with green puffs; short denim jacket with rolled-up sleeves and yellow fringe at the pockets) and wide awake.

“Mornin’, everyone!” Applejack hands drum rhythm is heard from o.s. “Did y’all find a way to sleep through that drum circle carryin’ on all night?”

Cut to the source of the groove, Pinkie Pie seated on a stump, also fully kitted out for the day and pattering merrily at one of two drums set before her. After a few more beats, she stops with a look of surprise.

“Oh! Did that keep you guys up?” Pinkie said.

Questioning looks from Applejack and Rainbow, the latter yawning and stretching.

“Every last one of us.” Rainbow said.

“Hey! Where’s Sunset?” Pinkie looks around herself and stands. “Oh, I bet she’s already up and dressed and holding us stage-front spots!”

Referring to the pair’s stated intent to see the duo Post Crush perform. Cut to an extreme close-up of an utterly zonked-out Sunset Shimmer, lying on her back in her pajamas and snoring to beat the band as a runnel of drool works its way from one corner of her mouth. A longer shot puts her in her sleeping bag on the window-side bunk she used during that special; Applejack, Pinkie, and Rainbow stand watching her, the farmer no longer toting the firewood.

“Oh. She’s not doing that at all.” She said.

“That all-night was more all-nightier than she thought.” Rainbow said.

“Five more minutes, Princess Celestia…I don’t want to go to magic school…” Sunset mumbles in sleep.

“Hoo boy. If we don’t wake her up and get her brain defogged, she’ll sleep through all the fun stuff.” Applejack said worry.

“Fun stuff’s her favorite stuff!” Pinkie gasps horrified.

All three begin pondering the situation very intently; she is the first to speak up.

“I got an idea!” Applejack thinks in her mind.

Fade in to Sunset, who comes to with a surprised grunt/strip as the sleeping bag and her purple shirt with the same cutie mark and a red collar, purple pants with yellow and orange stripes on the bottom pant legs, purple slippers, black underwear is yanked away. She rises to her knees completely naked now and aims a bleary glare at Applejack, the perpetrator.

“Come on, lazybones.” Applejack drops the covers and Sunset's pajamas. “Sun’s up ahead, which means we’re already behind.”

Cut to a slow pan across the exterior of the motor home as she shoves a most unwilling Sunset into view from behind the rear end. A pile of stones rests near the front, and a shovel stands with the tip of it's blade driven into the dirt.

“Can’t have a pancake breakfast without a fire pit!” Applejack passes Sunset an armload of firewood.

“Say what, now?” Sunset said confussed.

“It’s just common sense. What’s the point of campin’ out if you ain’t cookin’ out? Now hup to!” Applejack digges.

Dissolve to the sun rising over the mountains at the horizon, the sky tinged pink and gold from its emergence, and cut to Sunset lugging a stone across the grass instead of the wood Applejack gave her. Others have been placed in layers to form a circular structure with an open center, the fire pit Applejack has in mind and she sets hers in place.

“Whoo! Have you been, uh…doing stuff like this…every morning?” Sunset stops for a short of breath.

“Of course! What, did you think room service came around settin’ up our campsite for the day?” Applejack piles up an wood.

Sunset sits, leaning against the fire pit wall.

Sunset digs a rock from behind her back. “I mean, I wouldn’t put it past Rarity to bring a private chef.” Smiles and tosses it away. “She did fill the mini-fridge with sushi and parfaits.”

“And who do you think was rollin’ all that sushi?” Applejack points to herself.

Her smirk is met by a good-natured eye roll from the heavy sleeper. Dissolve to all the Rainbooms save Twilight helping themselves to pancakes out here; Spike is with them, Sunset is now dressed, and the sky has advanced past sunrise.

“Mmm…” Sunset chews and chuckles.

“Big Mac always says nothin’ starts the day off like a little bit of hard work.” Applejack said, the egghead is now out, full plate in hand.

“He does?” Twilight, Fluttershy, Pinkie, Rainbow, Rarity baffles.

Cut to said older brother, seated at a picnic table with coffee mug in hand.

“Ee-yup!” Big Macintosh sips, zoom out to put Applejack/Sunset in the fore.

“Well, not in so many words.” Applejack said to her older brother.

The aperture apple-shaped and centered on Big Macintosh tipping a wink to the camera.