In the wake of a perfectly-executed three-filly heist on a warehouse full of old Canterlogic tech, Scootaloo finds that she's possibly bitten off more than she can chew (which is impressive when you're a starving orphan on the neon streets of Canterlot City).

How was she supposed to know the digital watch she stole was alive?

_{This is a oneshot that came from me exploring a side bit of a longer sorta-unrelated fic, I ended up unable to get the concept out of my head until I put it on paper.}