MIRACULOUS -ミラキュラス- (Season 4)
“Blizzard or Bust! Gu 10 Strikes Back”
Author's Note
Resume: The Rainbooms were trying to create a fake blizzard to get Principal Celestia to close the school so they could get out of taking a test, but they got caught and punished with detention after their test. It is revealed that Rainbow Dash's snow day project was actually a way to prepare her and her friends for their test on water vapor. But suddely, a strange boy with an space watch appears and prepares his wrath against Principal Celestia, Vice-Principal Luna and Mr. Cranky Doodle.
“Blizzard or Bust! Gu 10 Strikes Back”
In the world of Equestria Girls, a close-up of a slice of pizza hanging halfway over the edge of the box in which it was delivered. The dangling point swings back and forth, blown by snores from the o.s. Pinkie Pie, and the camera zooms out to frame her lying in a gigantic beanbag chair and absolutely dead to the world, with a few magenta hairs sprung out of place. The framed pictures of Spike and his paw prints suggest that she has fetched up at Twilight Sparkle’s home, and a cut to the young genius’s bed in her room confirms this. She and Sunset Shimmer have crashed out on it amid a pile of books, the camera panning/tilting down slowly to pick out Rarity similarly disposed among a scatter of cushions on the floor. From here, cut to a slow tilt down from a countertop laden with plant specimens, a globe, and a computer; Applejack and Fluttershy are deep in dreamland at its base with an untidy welter of texts to keep them company. All six of these girls are fully dressed and snoring quietly, with the exception of Applejack’s hat being on the globe rather than her head, but the dark shadows under their eyes speak to a woefully inadequate night’s sleep.
(Animation goof: The hat shifts to and from Applejack’s head during the following.)
Close-up of a digital alarm clock on the nightstand, the display flicking ahead one minute to 8:00. The chipper beeping of its signal shocks the whole gang to consciousness with a round of yelps, Pinkie being the last to peel herself up.
“I’m awake, I’m awake! What time is it? Did we sleep through the test?” Pinkie rubs her eyes.
She conks out again just as quickly, and Rarity shuts off the alarm, horror slowly dawning on her face as she takes in its reading.
“No, but school starts in thirty minutes!” Rarity said.
Sunset groans drowsily. “How’s everybody feeling about our test?”
Applejack retrieves and dons her hat.
“Even after our all-night study session…” Fluttershy said as shuts the book she holds. “...I still don’t know the difference between vaporization and sublimation!”
“Reckon this test is gonna be an abomination.” Applejack sighs and sinking down.
“I can’t believe we all fell asleep halfway through our first all-nighter!” Twilight buries her face resignedly in a set of pages.
“Not all of us!” Rainbow Dash said from o.s.
Pan quickly to her sitting at the window, also dressed and suffering the aftereffects of a rough sleep, but grinning cockily with the edges of the closed curtains in hand. Zoom out quickly to frame Twilight, Rarity, and Sunset exchanging looks of complete bewilderment, then cut back to the jock.
“While you chumps were studying all night, guess who was coming up with a plan.”
The draperies are thrown open to reveal an expanse of clear blue morning sky beyond the panes. As she holds up both hands with thumbs and forefingers extended to frame an imaginary picture, the camera cuts to an extreme close-up of these four digits and a lone snowflake outside, drifting lazily downward through their field. Now Applejack and Fluttershy show each other their own confounded expressions during a long silence.
“You call that a plan?” Twilight asked.
“Come on! Do I have to spell it out for you?” Rainbow groans. A few more flakes waft down from the sky. “It’s snowing!”
An intense glare and a gesture toward the window fail to get a rise out of her friends.
“"Snow day" means "no school." "No school" means "no test"!” Rainbow said with growing enthusiasm. Big grin and fist pump.
“Uh…it’s hardly snowin’, Rainbow Dash.” Applejack said.
“Come on, guys! You are seriously lacking vision!” Rainbow scowls.
“I’ve got twenty-twenty vision, and I can clearly see it’s not snowing enough for school to be canceled!” Twilight said adjusting glasses, closing her book.
Fluttershy sighs wearily and slides one into an overnight bag in close-up. “Too bad it’s not a snow day.”
Rainbow from o.s. “It’s not a snow day…” Back to her, now standing up. “…yet. If we can save a sinking cruise ship and break the laws of time and space to see a concert, I’m pretty sure we can convince Principal Celestia to call a snow day.”
Referring to the events of “Spring Breakdown” and “Sunset’s Backstage Pass,” respectively though to be exact, they only saved the passengers and crew of the Lux Deluxe; the ship went to the bottom of the ocean. Zoom in slowly.
“There’s a lot of innocent kids out there who probably didn’t study, and they’re depending on us! So what do you say?” She raises her fist. “Who’s with me?”
“I don’t know…” Twilight said uncertainly, drumming fingers on book.
The other four fully awake teens begin to come around to the idea, giving small smiles and nods.
“Huh? Huh?” Rainbow coaxes.
“Mmm…I guess.” Twilight said.
“Yeah!” Rainbow pumps a fist happily.
The six file out of the room, leaving Pinkie to snooze away in her corner beanbag chair; she only jerks awake once they have gone.
“Oh! Can’t believe I almost slept through a montage!” Pinkie said as peels out in a pink/magenta blur, but doubles back to snatch the pizza slice from its most precarious perch on the edge of the box and gobble it down. Feet hit high gear again once this less-than-nutritious breakfast has been dispatched.
In Outside, in the front lawn of Canterlot High School, seen from one side; zoom in slowly, then cut to just outside the windows of Principal Celestia’s office. She paces past them within and out of view, after which the view shifts to this room and she sits at her desk and begins working at her computer. With her back to the windows, she does not notice a knit-capped Rainbow peeking in from the lawn; zoom in on the blue face and cut to just behind her outside, hair tied back in a ponytail. The discoloration below her eyes is gone; the same will be true of the other girls when seen next. Now Celestia picks up a mug of tea for a sip, but lowers it abruptly with a start of surprise upon finding it empty and stands up to cross the office. Rainbow hastily hunches down out of sight, the camera zooming out to frame more of the cold-weather gear she has donned. The other Rainbooms will be similarly outfitted when seen next.
Once Rainbow is sure that the coast is clear, she waves for Applejack and Sunset to bring in a large, blank rectangular canvas, which they set down so it faces the windows. Pan from them to Pinkie standing at a newly deployed folding table, her hair back in order; she dumps a sack of potatoes onto this, next to a mixing bowl. One mittened hand picks up a spud, while the other fishes a peeler from a pocket and begins to shave away at the surface. She has barely made one pass down its length when a raccoon smiles hopefully up at her from the grass; the two glance uncertainly at one another, then at the pile of potatoes, and one paw reaches ever so slowly toward the starchy bonanza. Snap to black, against which two horizontal panels slide in from opposite sides to fill the screen, each framing one face whose eyes narrow in steely determination. A low, threatening growl rises from one throat or the other it is impossible to tell which as the panels slide away to frame Pinkie and the raccoon in fullscreen. She is forced to abandon her peeling endeavor so she can snatch the sack out of the critter’s lunging grip, then grins in the face of its angered hiss and heaves the lot upward. The action shifts to slow motion as the tubers rise toward the apex of their flight path, and her mouth curves in a savage smile just before she launches herself after them. The raccoon can only stare slack-jawed, Pinkie reflected in one eye and the sack in the other, and she brings her peeler up to the ready.
Normal speed resumes with a snap to black, against which the white gleam of the utensil’s blade flashes back and forth almost faster than thought, then fade in to a close-up of Pinkie descending among the potatoes in slow motion. Every single one has had its peel neatly scored, and once she hits the turf in a three-point stance, these burst free as brown spirals. Normal speed resumes again with a cut to a close-up of the bowl, the spuds landing neatly within; the gobsmacked raccoon regains its wits with a snarl and leap, but Pinkie rushes over just in time to grab the edge of the bowl nearest her. There follows a brief, hotly contested tug-of-war, which Pinkie eventually wins by lifting the bowl off the table and shaking the scavenger loose. She blows a hearty raspberry down at her adversary, only for it to bring her and the table down in a flying tackle.
The camera cuts to a close-up of Fluttershy, stationed by the front steps and giving hand signals as if to guide someone or something in for a safe landing. She is briefly distracted by a spate of quacking from o.s. below, but hastily points off to one side. A longer shot picks out the two conflicting priorities a family of ducks crossing the lawn, and Applejack trying not to trip over them while hefting a few thousand pounds of ice blocks with her magically boosted strength. Once the load is safely on the grass, Rainbow steps out to regard them with measurable satisfaction and the animal lover steps away to a new task. The red-violet eyes glance in a different direction, prompting their owner’s jaw to drop open in shock; cut to Twilight reading a textbook, which is swiftly plucked from her grasp by one set of blue fingers. The other thumb jerks back over Rainbow’s shoulder in a “get back to work” gesture, and Twilight resignedly picks up a shovel. She plods away past Rarity, who has perched herself in an ornately decorated director’s chair behind the giant canvas and is knitting a scarf. Rainbow’s dirty look is answered with an imperious little wave of dismissal, so she shrugs and goes on her way. Like Rainbow, Rarity’s hair is in a ponytail.
Meanwhile, Pinkie has regained her footing and is racing to keep herself and the bowl of peeled potatoes ahead of the vociferously angry raccoon. It gets the upper paw by latching onto one foot, causing her to trip and dump the lot around herself. She scrambles to refill the bowl, then quickly dispenses sprinkles over the spuds from a shaker and sets them off with her explosive magic. A burst of candy bits and deep pink smoke fills the screen and clears to give a close-up of one very confused raccoon who is now wearing globs of pulverized potato. A longer shot reveals that Pinkie has taken a few hits of her own; she gets upright to stare down the would-be thief, the camera zooming out slightly to put one last specimen in the foreground. The two combatants glance from each other to it and back, then dive as one for it. Fade to black as their momentum carries them toward the camera.
Snap to Sunset plying a paintbrush on the canvas, the camera positioned just behind one end of it so that the image cannot immediately be seen. She backs off after a few strokes and extends her free arm in front of herself, sticking her thumb upward as if to gauge the overall effect. Satisfied, she steps up again and resumes her task. Fluttershy whistles and gesticulates to a pair of woodpeckers perched atop the stacked ice; they soon get the message and descend to a hover so they can chip away at the frozen mass with their beaks. She giggles as the particles begin to fly. The raccoon scampers triumphantly past Rarity, that last potato held up like a trophy, but Pinkie executes a crouching slide to cut off its escape. Both of them are clean now, and the chase shifts in a new direction for the few steps it takes Pinkie to wrap one set of fingers around the purloined tuber. The pursuit degenerates into a rolling tussle that deposits them at the feet of Fluttershy, who directs an acid glare down at the both of them. Lying in her shadow, they can do nothing but offer a pair of embarrassed grins. Cut to the table they knocked over in their brawling, now set upright again; the potatoes have been thoroughly pulped and deposited here, and they are sullenly sculpting a snowman with an ice cream cone nose and cookie eyes and buttons under Fluttershy’s watchful eye. As soon as the yellow girl turns away, the pink one filches a baked treat, takes a bite, and lets the raccoon chow down on the rest.
The woodpeckers are hard at the task of reducing the ice blocks to very tiny bits. Rainbow uses the shovel Twilight picked up to shift one load of the newly manufactured “snow,” then passes it back to the egghead and steps off. Twilight’s attempt to move the stuff on her own comes to a sudden end when the weight shift causes her to slip and tumble with a yell. She winds up on her back, glasses askew and “snow” plastered across her face, hair, and clothing; after a moment’s silent grumble, she smiles slyly and pulls her pendant from under her sweater. Her glasses slide back into place as she stands up, the frigid flakes dropping away from her, and a quick bit of telekinesis heaves most of the pile away. Rainbow ducks just in time to avoid catching it with her face and finds Twilight smugly twirling a small wad in midair. The blue speedster returns the smirk, but the violet brainiac does not take another shot, instead exerting her powers to drop freights of “snow” on a clear stretch of lawn and a windowsill.
By this point, the woodpeckers have very nearly finished with the entire ice delivery. Fluttershy is delighted to find that they have used the last portion to create a sculpture of her, framed by butterflies and sprays of plants.
“Oh!” Fluttershy Blushes and giggles.
Sunset adds a little more paint to the canvas and steps back, the camera still positioned to leave only its back in view. She runs an eye over the project and allows herself a satisfied smile, which yields to a wondering stare at an actual snowflake that comes to rest on her exposed palm. She closes her fingers around it, closes her eyes, and opens them again so they can blaze pure white her telepathy power manifesting itself. Fade to white, then in to a color-ringed flashback of a series of scenes, the view dissolving from one to the next. Rain falling from a sky filled with foreboding dark clouds…a thundering waterfall…a stretch of placid river…a dock jutting into a lake, the camera tilting up into the sky as thick gray clouds block the sun and begin to drop snowflakes…one flake drifting past the camera in extreme close-up. From this last image, the screen flares white and clears to frame Sunset, her power subsiding and her fingers opened to show the one she caught still on her palm.
“It remembers!”. Sunset aweds.
A puff of breath sends it away, and she resumes her painting as the scene recedes into the top left corner of the screen. The view is now split into two rows of three, each framing a different girl. Top center: Twilight levitating and slinging “snow.” Top right: Fluttershy watching the woodpeckers chisel away at the last of the ice. Bottom left: Pinkie touching up the mashed-potato snowman. Bottom center: Applejack dumping “snow” onto the grass from a wheelbarrow. Bottom right: Rainbow shoveling with gusto. A close-up of Rarity slides up from the bottom of the screen to replace all of them; she completes the last few stitches on her scarf and rises from her chair, draping it around the snowman’s neck once Pinkie has set it in place.
Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow, and Twilight gather around Sunset at the canvas. The ground, bushes, and windowsills have all been liberally bedecked with the ersatz wintry precipitation.
“We did it! We saved the world!” Rainbow gasps happily.
“I got to admit, we really did pull together as a team.” Twilight said proudly.
Cut to just inside the open door of Principal Celestia’s office. She strolls in, slurping from a fresh mug of tea and followed by Vice-Principal Luna with file folder in hand. Both stop short, the camera cutting to just behind their heads and giving at least a partial view of the canvas set up outside the window. Depicted are a snow-covered lawn and tree; the sisters gape at each other and hurry across for a closer look. Cut to outside as they press up to the glass, four confused eyes swinging from side to side as fresh flakes cascade down, then to their perspective of the entire front lawn of Canterlot High and the houses and mountains beyond. Nearly every square inch has been thickly blanketed in white, and the snowman stands in the fore.
“A blizzard!” Luna said.
Back to her and Celestia, seen from outside.
“Quite an unforeseen development, I’d say.” Luna muffles by window.
Zoom out slightly; all seven Rainbooms are hunched down below the sill, and the edge of the canvas comes into view. Except for the snowman and the falling flakes, the entire snowscape just seen was only a painting created by Sunset.
“Indeed.” Celestia muffles.
Inside again; they turn away from the manufactured snowstorm.
“Shall we cancel school?” Luna asked.
“Hmmm…” Celestia thinks.
She directs a fretful glance to the phone on her desk and bends toward it; zoom in quickly on the window as Rainbow peeks in, then cut to her outside as Celestia lifts the handset.
“She’s making the call!” Rainbow shudders happily.
Just outside the office doorway; Mr. Cranky Doodle hustles up, interrupting Celestia in the process of dialing.
“Don’t bother with the snow day. It’s phony baloney!” Cranky said crossing his arms. “Hope those girls enjoy detention after their test.”
The big boss straightens up, glowering indignantly, and hangs up the phone. Outside, Rainbow is doing her best to keep an eye on the proceedings while the other six stay below the sill. The next three lines overlap and are delivered in hushed tones.
“What are they doin’?” Applejack asked.
“Quiet, you guys! I’m trying to see!” Rainbow said.
“What’s going on?” Rarity asked worried.
Celestia brings the surveillance to a grinding halt by stepping out of the front doors and clearing her throat pointedly in the septet’s direction. It takes only a flinty glare and a cocked brow to bring a very scared gulp from each and every exam-dodger.
Now in inside of the Canterlot High School at the detention room, cut to a close-up of a very unamused Cranky sitting behind the front desk in his classroom, then to the girls at the desks. They have shucked out of their winter gear and are not having one single solitary bit of fun with the test papers laid before them, and the worst of all, they had their magical geodes confiscated by Principal Celestia and were forbidden to use magic for the rest of their days at school. In close-up, a properly flummoxed Pinkie beats out a tattoo with her pen, chews on it, fidgets with it while hunching down in frustration, and finally thumps her face onto the desk with a pitiful whimper.
“How are we supposed to know how snow fits into the water cycle?!” Pinkie said frustrated as she sits up again, pan to Twilight on the next line.
“Pinkie, what have we been doing for the past two hours?” Twilight said, pan to Rainbow on the next one.
“All part of the plan. What better way to study than a hands-on project?” She said with no worry.
“Ohhhh, I get it!” Pinkie catchs on, turning to nearest window.
As she continues, cut to her reflection in the panes and the aftermath of the “blizzard” created by the group.
“This test relates to our snow day!” Pinkie turns away. “Which means…” Back to her, writing feverishly. “…potatoes get mashed, then evaporate into potato moisture where they converge into potato clouds. And when those clouds can’t hold the weight, that’s where the potato flakes come from! Or is it potato chips?” She pauses. “Am I missing something?”
The other six laugh over this bit of off-the-wall meteorological theory.
“I didn’t sleep.” Rainbow Dash whispers.
Then suddenly… A gigantic blue lightning blast came from outside, and suddenly, the school statue heading straight from the Canterlot High School door to the Detention Room wall, was totally and completely destroyed by a strange boy on his alien form, Fulmini (Shock Rock is the Omnitrix's DNA sample of a Fulmini from the destroyed planet Fulmas, her has a humanoid body mainly comprised of blue energy. There are four retractable spikes protruding from both of his shoulders. His arms are rather large, stretching down nearly to his feet in resting position. His head, arms, chest, shoulders, and legs are rock-like. His eyes are green and a moss-like substance can be seen around his neck and shoulders. Shock Rock wears the Omnitrix symbol on his chest) with that makes a gigantic hole in the process, when he returns to his human form (The boy has medium brown skin, black untidy hair, black eyebrows and small black brown eyes. He wears a round-neck short-sleeved bicep-length white T-shirt tucked into black matching sweatpants. His shirt has a black stripe around his neck and on the front and matching one-inch trim on the sleeves. He also wears a white belt with black and white leather calf-high boots. He wears the Omnitrix (Reboot) around his left wrist), her appears on destroyed wall to the Detention Room in front of the Rainbooms and Mr. Cranky Doodle from inside the detention room.
The Rainbooms, Mr. Cranky Doodle and everyone inside were extremely shocked to hear this and seeing this strange boy.
“Which one of you is Cranky Doodle?” He said with a very serious face.
“It’s me, I am Cranky Doodle! That's my name.” Cranky said as she looks at the boy.
“So you are the responsible for this school and by the detention room as well, it is not it?” The boy asked.
“Exactly! After all, what are you doing here? Do not you see that now I am very, very busy with the eyes very wide open of those girls in their detention after their test?” Cranky points on the Rainbooms at the desks with a very unamused face, the girls waves to the boy with a smile.
“Well, I'm Gustavo da Silva Mello.” Gustavo approaches him.
“Yeah? Gustavo da Silva Mello, Mmm...? And who are you?” Cranky responds to Gustavo.
“A hero.” Gustavo said after arriving near a very unamused Cranky on his front desk.
“And what's a strange boy like you playing a hero need from me, can i know?” Cranky gets more unamused and suspicious of the boy's face after hearing that.
Gustavo Mello then punched Mr. Cranky Doodle with a lot of force and extremely hard that broke all his facial bones, and with that, he sent him flying through the detention room to the other side of the football field Canterlot High School like an bullet, making another gigantic hole on the wall on the other side.
“AGH! AH!” Cranky gets up, moans pain in her face, sees her own blood coming out of her face in her hand and he is now SO unamused and angry for it. “N-Now... y-y-you crossed the line, young man.”
Gustavo go straight to the soccer field at the Canterlot High School, and then his face goes into fully rage, he is surrounded by a layer of red and thin aura, his eyes change in brown to red and his pupils are narrow, plus their nails, thorns growing in their arms, legs, feet and back, his canine teeth become longer and sharp, his black untidy hair also gets longer and spiked, his lips look completely black and the mustache marks on his cheeks appear and thicken, he sees a unamused and angry Cranky on the wall.
“NEVER DARE DO THIS TO THE RAINBOOMS EVER AGAIN! AND HOW DARE YOU ALL TO MAKE THE NEW FRINED OF MINE CRY!!!” Gustavo yells at him in a very high voice.
[TO BE CONTINUED:]
Sunset Shimmer (Narrating): What was that? First an explosion occurs in our school and now this, who is this boy and what does he want? He is not equestrial and neither of this world, there not, because I have a cold and frightening sensation that I have ever met this boy somewhere. This face and these powers are very familiar!
Gu 10 (Narrating): Next time on MIRACULOUS -ミラキュラス-: “A secret mission!? The real truth about Sunset Shimmer and the Equestrian Girls World!” I'll discover the truth, no matter what.
