Adventure at Canterlot High

At Applejack’s farm called Sweet Apple Acres, where she and her family live, Granny Smith was hosting a garage sale.

“Okay, Granny, one more time.” Tristen said to Granny Smith. “When ya accidentally sold my bass at the garage sale, who did ya sell it to?”

Granny Smith thought for a bit before answering. “I sold it to the owners of that new pawn shop. Uh, Flibbity Flabbity, somethin' like that.”

The gang had arrived at the lawn shop, and upon entering it, they were introduced with the owners of the shop.

“Welcome to the grand opening of the Flim Flam Brothers' Everything Under the Sun Emporium! If you want it… we've got it!”

“Need a pogo stick?” Flin asked.

“A bowling ball?” Asked Flam”

“A stuffed clown?”

“Whatever this is?”

“I'd like that bass.” Applejack said, pointing to an orange base guitar.

“I can give you this bass for a non-negotiable price of one thousand dollars.” Flim answered.

“One grand?!” Tristen asked in skepticism. “You guys only paid Granny Smith two bucks for it!”

“Yes, well, we have to cover our overhead and transportation costs.” Flim replied.

“Listen,” Applejack began, “Granny never should've sold my bass. I'll give ya the two dollars back and we'll call it even.” Her friends agreed on that. But the brothers however were not easy to sway.

“Likely story!” Both Flim and Flam said simultaneously in skepticism.

Tristen was losing his patience. “Look! You can say whatever you want, but this is her base! It even has her damn initials on the strap!” Tristen points to the guitar’s strap, where the initials “A.J.” were emblazoned.

The two brothers saw the initials, and began to come up with some excuse. “That could mean anything. It could stand for… Aardvark Junior!” Film replied, much to the ire of Tristen.

"Or Anvil Jokers." Flam added.

“Or "Animal Jane".” Flin replied.

Tristen glared venomously as he shook with anger. “You no good, mother-” Fluttershy placed a hand on his shoulder, managing to calm him down somewhat.

Flam got in Applejack's face. “Why, I'll bet you don't even play the bass, Applejack… if that is your real name.”

Tristen, having enough of this whole charade, grabs the guitars. “Only one way to find out!” Tristen hands the bass to Applejack.

And with that, Applejack began to play her bass, surprising the two brothers while the gang cheered her on. As this went on, just like with the previous girls, Applejack gains a pair of pony ears and a pony tail. Once that was over, the two brothers were finally convinced.

“That proof enough for you?” Tristen asked with a smug grin.

Flim and Flam looked at each other. “Perhaps this is her bass.” Flin said before regaining their composers. “But there are still the transportation costs and overhead.”

“Don't forget the stocking fees.” Flam added.

Tristen groaned and facepalms in disbelief

“Then again, I suppose we could make some sort of trade?” Flam said, and Applejack seemed hopeful. But little does she know about what the two brothers have in store.

“Come on down to the grand opening of the Flim Flam Brothers' Everything Under the Sun Emporium.” Applejack groaned out while she played her base.

Granny Smith walks up and notices Applejack. “Since when do you play the bass?”

Applejack just facepalms in response to the question.