"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS' CANTERLOT TOURISTS YAAAY!" The three aforementioned fillies(A light gray unicorn, a gray-ish olive earth pony, and a brilliant gamboge pegasus) hoof-bumped as the train they were on halted, suddenly sending the three tumbling down the aisle. They shook themselves out of the funk, and hurriedly rushed out of the train, grinning so largely it would make Pinkie Pie jealous. The olive filly pulled out a map, and started to speak, her voice having a southern accent.
"Well, girls, We're stayin' at th' Hayfield Inn, so Ah guess we turn right, then left, then right again?" The gamboge filly, who had a rather rough and tomcolt-ish voice, face-hoofed, "Ugh, Apple Bloom, what the hay? Didn't Twilight tell you were it was?" The olive filly, Apple Bloom, retorted, "Yeah, but she alsa' said that when we get ther' our stuff'll be waitin' fer' us." The white unicorn squeaked, "Uhm, girls, I know the way. I memorized it." The gamboge filly snorted, saying playfully, "So you're an almaflack now, Sweetie Belle? Weren't you a dictionary?" Sweetie corrected, "It's called a 'Almanac', Scootaloo, and I think you mean an Atlas." Scootaloo pulled her over and started giving her a noogie, "There's my dictionary!"
The unicorn whined, stomping her front hooves. "Scoo-ooots! Stooop!" Scootaloo laughed, buzzing her wings and letting go of Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom groaned, "Let's jus' get to the hotel."
About an hour and a lot of arguing later, the Cutie Mark Crusaders arrived at their destination. "Woooow..." The three fillies gazed up at the five-star hotel, they're eyes shining with anticipation. They trotted in, going to the reception desk. The mare there glanced at them, her eyes uninterested. "Yes?" Apple Bloom chirped, "Uh, We have a room marked under ' Cutie Mark Crusaders', Miss." The mare suddenly straightened up, "O-o-oh! The fillies that the Elements Of Harmony sent! P-please, this way your, uh, fillynesses." The mare hurried to the elevator, the giggling fillies following her with a skip in their step. A few minutes later, the mare escorted them to their rooms. "Now, here are your room cards, and if you need anything, just send for room service."
"Okay!" The three delighted youths chirped, hurrying into they're new room and seeing what they had in store for the week, the door slamming shut behind them.
Sweetie Belle first headed to the bedrooms, beaming as she noticed they're were 3 medium-sized beds, and that all they're clothes and such were all in the drawers. However, she was a filly, (mostly) mannered she may be, nopony could resist jumping on beds! The unicorn filly squee-ed adorably, leaping onto one of the beds and hopping like a bunny, having the time of her life.
Apple Bloom headed to the kitchen, her Apple instincts kicking in as she checked everywhere for Apples. Apparently, they had none. Bloom frowned disapprovingly, "Well, Ah'll be a Manticore with a toothache, Ah can't see any Apples. Well, goody ah got one righ' here," And, obeying the rules of Pinkie Logic, pulled out an Apple from nowhere. She grinned triumphantly, placing the shiny red Apple with the other fruits.
Scootaloo, however, was bored. So, she decided to explore the large apartment they were staying in. So, the flightless filly roamed about, looking for something to do. As she explored, she sat down in some random room with a piano, pulling up a chair and sitting on it. She rested her jaw on the window sill, staring at the busy streets, and the lonely alleyways. Hold on a second, what was that? She peered down, seeing an orange-and-purple blob hurriedly running into an alley, along with shouts she could just make out as, "Hay! That scoundrel stole my bread AGAIN!" Followed by some words that she heard Rainbow Dash saying.
Suddenly, as if an imaginary light bulb popped up above her head, she got an idea. Hurriedly dashing to the living room, she hollered, "CRUSADERS! I got an idea for how we can get our Cutie Marks!" Her two comrades, galloped over. "What is it, Scoots?" Apple Bloom questioned her friend, excitement fighting for its way to be expressed in her southern drawl.
Sweetie Belle added softly, "I just hope it isn't dangerous." Scootaloo scoffed, "Nonsense! Anyways, I saw this pony running into an alley with something, and this other pony was screaming at him because he stole some bread or something, So we could be Cutie Mark Crusaders Crime Stoppers!" The two other fillies beamed along with her, but then Sweetie interrupted, "Uh, guys, didn't we already do that?"
The three glanced at each other, then shrugged, "NAAAH!"
The three began they're signature cheer, "CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS' CRIME STOPPPERS, YAAY!" Knowing that it was cold, the three fillies wrapped themselves in scarves, and set out, speeding out of the door, down the stairs of the hotel, and out the door.
Meanwhile, with the 'burglar' pony...
The gamboge colt gasped for air as he ran, his tiny wings buzzing as he tried to gain speed away from the baker pony he had stolen from. He ran, his lungs burning as his horseshoes thumped on the dirty cement. He knew the baker had stopped a while ago, but he wasn't taking any chances. As he finally reached his 'base' he dropped into the large cardboard box, dropping his precious cargo, a loaf of bread. He reached over to get a bottle of water, his hoof trembling as he regained his breath. He tore the cap off, glugging down the drink as he felt relief come to his burning throat. He let out a sigh, putting the cap back on and sliding it further in the box, he reached into the box and smiled, feeling the old record player. He tugged it over to him, sliding the one record-album he had into the slot. He gently lowered the prick-thing onto it and flicked it on, the familiar music of Green Hay playing and soothing his nerves. As he laid his head down, it came up like a whip as he heard, "CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS' CRIME STOPPERS!" Which made him start to get nervous.
'It's okay, Scooteroll,' He reminded himself, although it did little to calm his nerves, 'It's probably just some foals playing around.' A pang of jealousy hit him. Oh, they could play. But he couldn't. He had to survive. Stealing was all he knew, anyways. And breathing. Or something.
However, he noticed that the three foals he heard were coming near him, so he quickly dived into the depths of his box, closing his eyes.
"Um, Scootaloo, are you sure this is where you saw him?" A girly voice, with a squeak in it.
"Pfft, Sweetie, don't be such a drag! Let's just get the bread he stole. Apple Bloom, go get it." A tomboy-ish voice, that sounded strangely familiar.
"Ah horseapples. Fahne, I'll do it." A southern voice, which he found to be oddly cute. However, he quickly realized that the southern accented pony(Apple Bloom, that second pony--Scootaloo, her name was--called her) was going to take his only food! He lunged outwards, into the light, eyes opening as he met a pair of beautiful eye-lashed orange-red eyes with his own gray-purple ones. He froze, entranced with them. until he quickly remembered where he was and grabbed his bread, fleeing back into his box. The second voice, Scootalooo, said angrily, "Apple Bloom! Why the hay didn't you grab the bread!"
"Ah...Ah dunno. Ah froze, Ah guess. But...Scoots, I saw 'is eyes. They look'd exactly like your eyes. Ah mean, EXACTLY like yours."
"Nonsense! Lemme go pull that guy out!"
Scooteroll smirked. Oh, this filly would try to pull him out, but he could take her! Ha, she wasn't gonna know what hit her! Scootaloo charged into the box, yelling. "HI-YAAAAH!" She screeched, and was met with a tackle by the young colt. The two tussled, rolling around, until Sweetie shouted, "SCOOTS!" And they both turned their heads, Scooteroll currently preparing to tackle Scootaloo again.
Sweetie pointed a quivering hoof towards the two, and for the first time they noticed the similarities between eachother.
-They both had the same shade of Brilliant Gamboge fur.
-They both had the same shade of Moderate Cerise manes.
-And they both had cocky attitudes, were both Pegasi, and had gray-ish purple eyes.
The two froze, paralyzed, thinking the same thing.....
'Sc....Scooty?'
