My Little Pony Equestria Girls: Monster Mash-Up Musical

Later, the Rainbooms’ tour bus travels down the road under an overcast sky. Once again: Sunset is driving. In the front row seat, left side: Rarity, Tanis, and Lagoona. In the front row seat, right side: Galactia, Winnie, and Pinkie Pie. In the middle row seat, left side: Starlight, Sibella, and Twilight. In the middle row seat, right side: Phantasma and Fluttershy. In the back row seat, left side: Trixie, Rainbow Dash, and Enid. In the back row seat, right side: Elsa and Applejack. Spike is sitting in Starlight’s lap, while Matches is sitting in Enid’s. Minimal is in her caravan trailer. They are all looking a bit down. Sibella, most of all. She’s miserable. Spike sees her downcast face and slowly goes to her. The vampire gazes down at the skeleton costumed dog.

“Sibella? Are you okay?” the little dog asked softly.

She sighs, her voice heavy with sadness. “No, Spike. I’m not.” Spike sits and his ears droop. “Henry’s gone. I kept pushing him away, all because I thought he was going to make everything feel weird. But this whole time, he was lonely. And disowned.” She lifts her purple skinned head and opens her green eyes. “And it’s all my fault.”

Seeing Sibella sadly blaming herself, Twilight closes her purple eyes momentarily, then looks away with a guilty expression. She scoots closer to Sibella. “We were all responsible, Sibella,” Twilight admitted. “We helped too, remember?”

Sibella nods. “Yeah. You’re right.” She lets out a deep breath. “I’m sorry I got us all into this mess. I’m sorry for all of it.”

The Rainbooms and the Grimwood Girls exchange forgiving glances. They all knew Sibella wasn’t the only one to blame.

Sunset glances at Sibella through the rearview mirror. “It’s alright, Sibella. I know things may seem hard now, but I’m sure Henry will get over it soon.”

Sibella smiles momentarily before sighing again. “I just wish we had a way to help him.”

From her seat between Rarity and Lagoona, Tanis thinks for a moment before speaking up. “Miss Grimwood would know what to do.”

At the mention of their former headmistress, Sibella lowers her gaze, staring at her drooping demon tail. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to contemplate. “No,” she finally said firmly but softly. She breaths in deeply before opening her eyes again. “We can’t bring Miss Grimwood and Colonel Calloway into this. We agreed on that.”

Phantasma sighs. “You’re right. We did.”

Twilight, who had been deep in thought, suddenly has an idea. Her eyes light up.

“Wait a minute,” she said. “Those two cops from last night said that the Calloway Cadets are friends with Henry.”

Sibella’s face brightens. “Of course. Maybe we can ask Tug, Jamal, Miguel, Grunt, and Baxter what they know about Henry!” A hopeful smile formed on her lips. She turned to Twilight. “Twilight, you’re a genius.”

Twilight smiles, grateful for the appreciation.

Sibella continues, “And it’s a good thing that the police station they work at is right this way.”

Pinkie Pie beams. “Well, that’s good news!”

Sibella turns to Sunset. “Keep going straight. We’ll be at the police station pretty soon.”

Sunset gives a nod, keeping her eyes on the road. From the seat behind her, Enid leans forward. “So, feeling better, Sibella?”

Sibella nods. “Much. Thanks, Enid.”

“I’m glad you’re alright now, Sibella,” Twilight added. “Although we still need to get the Zodiac Stone first. You know that, right?”

“I know,” Sibella said, her expression becoming serious again. “You’re right, Twilight. We still need to find the stone before Scarface. We’ll have to find a way to help Henry afterwards.”

Twilight nods in agreement. As the bus traveled down the road, the gloomy sky overhead reflected the uncertainty in their hearts. From behind, Sullivan steps into view.

In a park, Arthur and Winston sit on a wooden bench. “Wait a minute,” Winston said suddenly, his eyes widening. “Uncle A, the Calloway Cadets? We’re about to meet the real Calloway Cadets this time?”

Arthur nods with a knowing smile. “Yep, the very boys that used to attend Calloway’s Military School, which was the neighboring school of Miss Grimwood’s Ghoul School. And yes—this is the part where we find out more about Henry.”

Back in the story, the Rainbooms' tour bus pulled up outside a police station and came to a stop. One by one, the group climbed out, glancing up at the sturdy brick building before them.

“So, this is where the Calloway Cadets work?” Fluttershy asked curiously.

“Yep,” Elsa confirms with a nod. “This is where they work.”

Trixie folds her arms, her expression intrigued. “Amazing.”

“I just hope they’re actually here,” Rarity said.

A familiar voice from behind them spoke up. “I bet they are.” The group turned to see Zoe, Jason, Tahlia, and Leonard standing nearby. “You know how police officers are,” Zoe continued, flashing a knowing smile. “Protecting and serving, 24/7.”

Sibella blinks in surprise. “Zoe?”

The sorceress nods.

“What are you all doing here?” Sibella asked.

Zoe steps forward. “We just wanted to let you know that we saw you and Henry at the bridge.” Her voice was calm, but there was a weight behind it.

Jason trots up. “And when he said he was disowned… Wow. What a real heartbreaker.”

Leonard nods solemnly. “So, is it okay if we take Henry with us to go look for Scarface?”

“We thought that might make him feel better,” Tahlia added.

The Rainbooms and the Grimwood Girls exchange glances, considering the idea. Sibella was the first to speak. “Absolutely. That’s a wonderful idea.”

Zoe and the Wild Cats share a pleased smile at her approval. Sibella hesitates for a moment, then turns to Zoe, her expression shifting to something more vulnerable. “Zoe… can you help patch things up with Henry for me?” She swallows hard. “Tell him how I really feel. Tell him I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. Tell him I’m sorry I treated him so harshly.”

A brief silence follows before Zoe gives a slow, reassuring nod. “Of course.” Relief washes over Sibella’s face, and the rest of the group smiles gratefully. Without another word, Zoe stepped forward and embraced Sibella in a warm hug. Feeling moved, Sibella returns the embrace. After a few seconds, Zoe pulls back and turns back to the Wild Cats. “Come on, guys. Let’s go.” Zoe climbs onto Jason’s back, and within seconds, the Wild Cats take off, racing down the street. The girls stand and watch their retreating figures disappear into the distance, hopeful smiles gracing their faces.

Sibella takes a deep breath and turns back to the group. “Come on. We gotta find the Calloway Cadets.”

With that, the Rainbooms and the Grimwood Girls stride toward the entrance of the police station, determination in their steps.

Inside the police station, the police chief sits at his desk, his eyes focused on the screen of his laptop. The quiet hum of the station was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in,” he called.

The door opens, and the Rainbooms step inside, followed closely by the Grimwood Girls. The chief starts to greet them but freezes mid-sentence, his eyes going wide in disbelief. “The Rainbooms?” he gasped, his expression lighting up with excitement. The group smiled and nodded in confirmation. “I can’t believe it!” the chief exclaimed. “The Rainbooms, in my office!”

Rarity gives him a charming smile. “Charmed.”

Then, the chief’s eyes move to the group standing behind them. “And the Grimwood Girls?” He looks at them in recognition. “You’re friends with five of my best officers.”

Sibella smirks. “You bat we are.” She steps forward, glancing at the chief’s badge before speaking again. “So, uh, 'Chief Grant'… are the Calloway Cadets here today? We were hoping to talk to them for a bit.”

Grant nods. “Affirmative. The boys are just hanging out in the break room. How about I take you there?”

“Yes, sir,” Sibella replied.

“Please,” Twilight Sparkle added.

With that, Chief Grant stood and leads them out of his office.

In the break room, the Calloway Cadets are gathered around a table, enjoying coffee and doughnuts while chatting amongst themselves. A knock at the door makes them all turn.

“Come in,” Tug called.

The door swings open, and when they saw Chief Grant standing there, all five cadets immediately shoot to their feet, standing at attention.

“Chief Grant!” Tug blurted.

All five immediately saluted in unison. “Sir!”

Grant chuckles. “At ease, Calloways.”

The cadets relax, putting their hands to their sides.

“I have some ladies here who want to see you,” Grant said, stepping aside.

As the Rainbooms and Grimwood Girls entered, the Calloway Cadets’ eyes widened in shock.

“Hey, Cadets,” Sibella greeted.

Jamal grins. “It’s the Grimwood Girls!”

Grant nods. “Affirmative. I’ll leave you all to your business.” With that, he steps out and shuts the door behind him.

The room instantly comes to life as the Grimwood Girls reunite with the cadets. Miguel scratches Winnie’s back, making the werewolf girl wag kick the air in delight. Phantasma seeks up on Jamal and playfully gives him a noogie, making him laugh. Tanis jumps into Baxter’s arms, while Elsa and Grunt exchange a firm fist bump. Finally, Sibella and Tug embrace in a warm hug.

When the excitement settles, the cadets turned their attention to the Rainbooms, their expressions filling with awe as they took in their transformed monster appearances.

“No way!” Grunt blurted.

Miguel gapes. “Are those the Rainbooms?”

Pinkie Pie grins. “You know it!”

The cadets chuckles before turning back to the Grimwood Girls.

“Wow,” Tug said, shaking his head in amazement. “We didn’t expect to see you girls the day before Halloween.”

“Affirmative,” Jamal added.

Sibella chuckles. “Haven’t changed a bit.”

Matches smirks. “Same old Calloway Cadets.”

Jamal raises an eyebrow. “Huh. I see your guard dog can finally talk now.”

Matches crosses his arms. “Uh, I’m a dragon, actually.”

Tug rubs the back of his head. “Oh, right. So, what brings you here? Are you setting up a Halloween concert for the Rainbooms?”

Twilight shakes her head. “Sorry, Tug. We’ve got two way more important things to deal with than a music performance.”

Baxter frowns. “Oh. Like what?”

Sibella’s expression darkens slightly. “Our nemesis, Scarface, is after a powerful object called the Zodiac Stone. Professor MacWright left me to finish his expedition before that scarred warlock gets his hands on it.”

“Yikes,” Grunt muttered. “And what’s the other thing?”

Sunset chips in. “Well, last night, we heard that you guys are friends with someone who kept trying to be with Sibella. Today, he told us his dad disowned him. His name’s Henry.”

The Calloway Cadets freeze at the name, exchanging surprised glances.

“Henry Waggoner?” Tug asked.

Sibella blinks. “What? That’s his last name? Waggoner?”

Tug nods. “You got it, Sibella. And he’s right—he was disowned, because his father, Frank Waggoner, used to—”

Before he could finish, the Grimwood Girls collectively gasped in shock. “Frank Waggoner?!” they all shouted.

Rainbow Dash raises an eyebrow. “Uh, who’s Frank Waggoner?”

Phantasma’s usually carefree expression grows serious. “He was a burglar who used to rob banks and stores all around town.”

Winnie's ears twitching in agitation. “Frank Waggoner is one of the sneakiest thieves in the world. He is Henry’s dad?!”

Jamal sighs. “I hate to say it… but, affirmative.”

Starlight frowns. “Well, the only thing we don’t know is why Henry got disowned.”

Tug’s expression softens. “Well, you’re in luck, girls. We’ve got the whole story recorded on video. We still have the disc.” He turns to Miguel. “Miguel?”

Miguel nods and reaches into a case, flipping through it before pulling out a disc resembling a DVD. Moments later, Jamal inserts the disc into a laptop and the screen turns on. The Rainbooms, Grimwood Girls, and Calloway Cadets watch as the video loads.

“This video was recorded eight years ago,” Jamal explained. “even the day Frank Waggoner got arrested.”

Miguel nods. “Affirmative. This should give you plenty of information about Henry.”

Twilight and Sibella exchanged a hopeful glance.

Tug looks at the group. “Would you like us to pause at certain scenes so we can explain a little more?”

“Yes, please,” Twilight replied.

“Of course,” Sunset Shimmer agreed.

“Sure,” Spike added.

Sibella nods. “Why not?”

As the video starts, it shows a nighttime view of a garage tucked behind a dimly lit gas station. The camera zooms in, and the footage transitions into a flashback.

“That’s where Henry still lives,” Grunt said. “His dad’s headquarters was that garage.”

Inside the video, the garage is cluttered with tools, car parts, and old furniture. The door creaks open, and a teenage Henry steps inside. He looks almost the same as he did in the present day—his hair slightly unkempt, his leather jacket worn but sturdy, and a skateboard tucked under his arm.

A deep, rough voice greets him. “There he is!” Frank Waggoner’s voice boomed. He spots 3 gang members. The one on the left wearing a suit and tie, the one on the right is wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, and the one in the center wears a blue polo shirt with darker blue jeans, and has a gold necklace with a ruby shard in the middle, and three gold rings on his fingers. The center one is Henry’s dad: Frank Waggoner. They’re gathered around a model plan of a robbery. “We got a surprise for you, Henry,” Frank said excitedly.

Henry sets his skateboard down. “What’s that?”

Frank gestures to the man in the suit. “Connor, tell him the plan.”

Connor straightens up. “Right,” he said, addressing the group. “We’ve been told there’s a ship carrying 25 million in gold, gonna dock at night right here, with the usual guards here and here.” He points at the blueprint. “But lucky for us, there’s a sewer right under here, so the getaway driver meets us here.”

Frank claps his hands together. “And that’s gonna be you this time, Henry.”

Henry’s eyes widen. “What? You want me to drive?”

Frank nods. “Yep. It’s time for my son to have a proper role in the gang.”

Henry protests. “Hang on, hang on, Dad. Morgan’s always been our driver.”

“Oh, Morgan doesn’t mind.” Frank gestures toward the man in the hoodie. “Do you, Morgan?”

Morgan shifts, clearly uneasy with this change of plan. “No. No, that’s fine,” he muttered.

“See?” Frank said smugly.

Henry sighs. “So when exactly is the ship coming?”

Connor hesitates. “We don’t have an exact date yet.”

Henry rolls his eyes. “Well, it probably won’t be for a while then.”

Frank waves a dismissive hand. “What do you care? This is the last job we ever need to do. When it comes in, we go. Right?”

Henry’s expression remains unimpressed. “Great. Can’t wait,” he muttered before turning and walking off.

Frank, Connor, and Morgan exchange perplexed looks as Henry disappears into the shadows of the garage.

The video pauses. In the present, the group turns to the Calloway Cadets with thoughtful expressions.

“So Henry didn’t want to commit robberies with his father?” Twilight asked.

Jamal nods. “Affirmative. Robbing wasn’t Henry’s style anyway.”

Tug leans forward. “What he really wanted to be… was a singer.”

Sibella’s eyes widen. “No way. He was a singer?”

Grunt grins. “Yeah. His singing is amazing. The day his dad told him about the plan, Henry had already signed up for a singing contest against a rival theater.”

Miguel reaches into his case and pulls out an orange flyer, holding it up. “The prize was two million dollars.”

Rarity gasped. “Two million dollars?!”

Pinkie Pie lets out a long whistle. “That’s a lot of money!”

“Right?” Tug said. “Unfortunately, Henry’s love for singing caused a bit of trouble between him and his father. Look.”

He presses play, and the video continues. The flashback continues, showing a dusty track behind the garage. Frank stands with a stopwatch in his hand, his sharp eyes focus on the gang’s van as it shudders toward him. The engine growls, tires skidding slightly as the vehicle comes to a stop beside him. He shakes his head in disapproval.

Henry is sitting behind the wheel. He leans out of the open window. A heavy metal rock song is playing from the radio.

“How was that, Dad?” Henry asked, hopeful for praise.

Frank sighs, rubbing his temple. “You’re still too soft on the corners, Henry. You gotta attack them! And you’re crunching the gears!” He throws up his hands in frustration. “I told ya, you gotta be gentle with the— Look, turn that down! I can’t—!”

Before Frank could finish, Henry’s face twists with anger. Without warning, he slams his foot down on the gas pedal, sending the van roaring forward. Frank jumps back, his expression shifting from frustration to shock.

“HEY!” he bellowed after him. “Listen to your father!”

The van hurtles down the track, kicking up dust. Henry clenches his jaw, gripping the wheel tightly, his eyes burning with frustration.

“You’re too soft on the corners, HENRY!” he growled, imitating his father’s voice as he makes a sharp right turn.

“You’re not doing it right, HENRY!” he sneered, shifting gears aggressively.

“Speed up, HENRY!” He takes another hard turn, his movements growing more reckless.

“Do it like I showed you, HEN--!” His mocking was cut off by reality. His eyes widen in upright horror as he realized he was speeding straight towards his father. “AHHH!” Henry slams on the brakes, the tires screeching violently against the dirt road. The van comes to a sudden stop in a cloud of dust. Henry sits frozen, his heart pounding. As the dust settles, he looks around frantically at the now-empty lot.

“Dad?” His voice wavers with fear. Panic settles in his chest. “Oh no… I’ve run over my dad!”

Before he could react, a loud BANG jolts him as Frank suddenly pops up, slamming his hands against the van’s hood.

“WHOA!” Henry yelped, nearly jumping out of his seat.

Frank, completely unfazed, held up his stopwatch with a broad grin.

“Now that is more like it!” he declared, laughing heartily.

Henry groans and slumps back against the seat, annoyance etched across his face.

The video pauses. Back in the present, Rainbow Dash looks bewildered. “That must have been a really messy situation.”

Tug nods. “Oh, it was.”

Applejack leans forward. “So what happened the day they actually pulled off the crime?”

Fluttershy tilts her head. “Did Henry even get to rehearse for his contest?”

Baxter nods. “He sure did.”

Tug sighs. “But he was in a rush to get things over with when it came to his father and the gang.”

The group shars a look of concern before turning back to the screen as Tug presses play, the video continuing to reveal more of Henry’s past. The flashback continues, revealing a large theater with grand chandeliers and red velvet curtains. In the dimly lit auditorium, a group of producers sit in the front rows, flipping through notes as they waited for the next act.

Backstage, inside his rehearsal room, Henry sits in front of a mirror, adjusting his outfit and taking a deep breath. His reflection stares back at him, filled with nervous excitement. He was so close to proving himself—not as a getaway driver, but as a singer.

A sudden crackle from a walkie-talkie startles him. His eyes dart to his jacket, hanging from a coat hanger nearby.

“Henry? Henry, where are you?” Frank’s voice barked through the static. Henry frowns. With a sigh, he stands up and digs through the jacket’s pocket. “Henry! Answer the walkie-talkie!” Henry pulls out the walkie-talkie.

“Yeah yeah, Dad, I’m here, I’m here,” he responded, keeping his voice low. “What’s wrong?”

“Good news. We got the call. The ship’s coming in.”

“Tonight?” Henry asked hesitantly.

“Not tonight. Now.”

Henry freezes in conflict.

“Meet us on the corner of Segal Street in ten minutes.”

Henry looks at us, his mind racing. This was it--this was the moment. He could either show up for his father’s heist or make it to his rehearsal.

Later, Henry is behind the wheel of the gang’s van, his jacket now draped over his outfit. His hands clutched the steering wheel, but his face was blank, his eyes wide. We pull back to reveal Frank riding in the passenger seat, and Connor and Morgan riding in the back. All of them except Henry are wearing black burglar outfits and holding black ski masks. The van screeches to a halt in an alley. Without hesitation, Connor and Morgan burst out of the back, pulling their masks over their faces. They hurry to a nearby manhole cover, open it, and quickly descend into the sewer.

Frank thumps the side of the van, making Henry flinch. “Stay here. We’ll be back in exactly thirt--”

“Yeah, 37 minutes. Yeah, you’ve told me. Repeatedly,” Henry interrupted impatiently.

Looking baffled, Frank furrows his brow at his son’s tone, but he said nothing. With one last look, he pulls his own ski mask over his face, runs to the manhole, and climbs down. As he disappears underground, he yanks the cover shut behind him.

For a moment, Henry sits frozen, twitching with indecision. His fingers drum against the steering wheel.

Then, he glances at his wristwatch.

1:05 P.M.

The reflection in the watch’s glass reveals something unexpected—a grin spreading across Henry’s face. “I can make it.”

Without a second thought, he yanks the wheel and whips the van into a sharp U-turn, tires screeching against the pavement. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t second-guess himself. He just hits the gas and speeds down the street.

The video pauses. Back in the present, Sunset Shimmer leans forward, eyes wide with anticipation. “37 minutes? Did Henry make it to the theater on time?”

Grunt smirked. “Oh yeah.”

Trixie raises an eyebrow. “And what about his dad?”

Starlight frowns. “Did he make it back to his dad in time?”

Jamal shakes his head. “Negative. Look.”

With a press of a button, the video continues playing, unraveling the fate of Henry and his father. Back in the flashback, the van weaves out of the back of the theater really fast. Behind the wheel, Henry drives like a madman. He runs a red light and causes cars to swerve out of his way. turns a corner and avoids hitting a stationary car.

Then, he glances out the window-- and his heart nearly stopped.

A traffic jam!

Henry’s wide eyes nearly pop out of his head. He slams the brakes, looking frantically for an escape route. Throwing the gear into reverse, he twists around-- only to find a massive truck had already boxed him in.

He looks ahead. Far up ahead, the entire intersection was blocked by an accident. There was nowhere to go.

Meanwhile, back in the alleyway, a metal clang echoes as the manhole cover is shoved aside. Connor and Morgan emerge first, each lugging heavy bags of gold. They glance around in confusion.

Frank’s triumphant laughter bellows up from below. “HA HA HA! WE’RE ALL SET FOR LIFE NOW, BOYS!” He hoists himself out of the sewer, another bag of gold slung over his shoulder. But the moment his boots hit the pavement, his grin fades into a confused frown. His son was nowhere to be seen. “What the--?” Frank spun in a circle, scanning the alleyway. “What's going on? Where’s Henry?”

Connor looks around. “He’s not here!”

Then came the sound that made their blood run cold.

Sirens.

A chorus of them wailed in the distance, growing louder by the second.

“Run.” The three burglars bolted.

They sprint into a neighboring alley, but a police car skids into pursuit. Frank shoves a dumpster into its path. SMASH!

Frank, Connor, and Morgan turned a corner—only to skid to a stop.

A dozen officers stood waiting.

Meanwhile, Henry was still trapped in traffic, honking the horn in desperation. His breath comes in short gasps as he checka his wristwatch.

He was out of time.

His hands slip from the wheel, his head drooping in defeat.

“Ohh,” he groaned, knocking his forehead against the wheel. “I’m in so much trouble.”

The video pauses. Back in the present, Sibella frowns with concern. “I bet he was in trouble.”

Tug nods. “Oh, he was. And now—” He points at the laptop screen. “—here’s where everything goes north.”

With the push of a button, the video plays again.

The video resumes, revealing a jail visiting room filled with prisoners in orange jumpsuits, each seated across from their visitors. The murmur of conversations filled the air. Several police officers stood watch, among them the Calloway Cadets, keeping a close eye on the room.

At one table, Henry sat across from Frank, clad in his own orange jumpsuit, gripped the receiver to his ear. They were separated by a glass partition. Frank's face was a storm of fury.

“Where were you?” Frank’s voice was low and dangerous.

Henry swallows hard, shifting in his seat. “Um, well, thing is... I went to get gas and—”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!!” Frank’s roar echoes through the room, making Henry flinch. The intensity in his father’s glare made it impossible for him to lie. His mouth felt dry, his hands clammy.

“I... uh...” He hesitated, his heart hammering. Finally, he exhales in defeat. “I was at a rehearsal.”

Frank’s expression shifts from fury to shock. “A rehearsal?” His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. “For what?”

Henry sighs, guilt washing over him. He had no choice but to tell the truth. “I was at a singing contest.” he admitted softly.

For a moment, Frank just stares, his breath coming in short, disbelieving huffs. Then his lips curl into a sneer, and his rage bubbles into something worse—disgust.

Henry quickly tries to explain, desperate to make him understand. “Look, Dad, I’m... I’m sorry, but I don’t wanna be in your gang. I wanna be a singer.”

Frank seethes at Henry. “A singer?” he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain.

Henry nods quickly, hopeful. “No, no, no, Dad, it’s okay, it’s okay!” His face brightens with a nervous grin. “I can get the money. There’s a prize, it’s two million doll---”

BANG!

Frank SLAMS the receiver down onto the desk with such force that, not just Henry, but the entire room jolts. Prisoners, visitors, officers—even the Calloway Cadets—jump in their spots, startled by the violent sound.

Back in the present, The Rainbooms, Grimwood Girls, and the Calloway Cadets all flinched as well. Tug quickly pauses the video.

Grunt lets out a shaky breath. “I know! We’ve watched this video 85 times, and that part still scares us!”

Tug hits play again. The scene in the flashback resumes, showing Frank lifting the receiver back to his ear. His gaze was sharp and unforgiving as he glares at his son.

Then, with cold, deliberate cruelty, he spoke. “How did I end up with a delusional little brat like you for a son?” Henry’s breath hitches, his face twisted in heartbroken pain. Frank continued, his tone ice-cold. “You are nothing like me. You never were, and you never will be.” With that final blow, Frank slams the receiver onto its holder and storms off, disappearing into his cell. Henry sits frozen, stunned into silence. His fingers tremble as the receiver slips from his grasp, landing against the desk with a hollow clatter. His chest tightens, his throat burns. Tears well in his eyes, and before he could stop them, they fall, streaming down his cheeks.

Around the room, prisoners, visitors, even officers, exchange glances of pity. The Calloway Cadets rush to Henry’s side, trying to console him, but it was no use. He was shattered.

The video stops. Tug and his fellow cadets turned to face the others. The Rainbooms looked devastated, the Grimwood Girls equally shaken.

Rarity places her wrapped hands over her heart. “How rude.”

Rainbow Dash gapes. “I can’t believe his dad said that to him.”

Tug nods solemnly. “Yep. And since Frank disowned him, Henry’s been living alone in that garage, trying to find ways to get over it.”

Twilight hesitates. “What about the singing contest? Did the theater win?”

Tug gives a small nod. “Affirmative. Henry’s performance was amazing. But even after the contest, he was still miserable.” He sighed. “We’ve been visiting him ever since his dad was arrested. Then, five years ago, he told us he met a really beautiful amusement park girl. He seemed to have a crush on her.”

At this, Sibella’s eyes widen. She quickly looks away, guilt flashing across her face.

Tug narrows his gaze, realization dawning on him. “It was you, wasn’t it, Sibella?”

She didn’t respond. She only frowned.

Tug’s expression darkens. “Oh. You made him feel even worse?”

Sibella sighs in defeat. “Affirmative.”

The weight of the revelation hangs heavy in the room.

“Our sorceress friend, Zoe, is taking Henry with her and the Wild Cats to help them look for Scarface while we get the Zodiac Stone,” Sibella added.

Twilight nods thoughtfully. “They thought that would help him feel better.”

Tug considers this, then sighed. “Huh. I see.”

The Cadets glance at the Rainbooms and the Grimwood Girls, who all sat in silence, their eyes filled with newfound hope.