"Watch out!"
Scootaloo only just had time to look up and see a blur of purple and white before she was smashed against the ground. Her hooves were twisted at an awkward angle beneath her, and she rotated her head around to look up. Sweetie Belle peered down at her, green eyes taking on an innocent look.
"Sorry, Scoots, I didn't mean to land on you."
"Get off of me!" Scootaloo groaned, heaving herself up and knocking Sweetie Belle away. She shook her hooves to regain feeling in them. "I though that you said you had your balance!"
"Oh, I did!" The fallen filly hopped to her hooves. "At least, I did until the rope snapped. I'm really sorry, Scootaloo. Maybe Apple Bloom is more suited for this job."
The orange filly took a look at her friend's crestfallen face and felt immediately sorry for snapping. "It's okay. And Apple Bloom may be more suited for this, but she's helping Applejack with the harvest, 'member? We've got to get it done A.S.A.P."
"A.S.A.P.... Act swiftly awesome pachyderm?"
Scootaloo pressed her hoof against her forehead. "No, no, no! As soon as possible!"
"Oh!" Sweetie Belle giggled. "That makes much more sense."
Scootaloo began to pace the floor of the Cutie Mark Crusader's clubhouse. "Sweetie Belle," she groaned. "We have to hurry! Babs will be here in just a few hours! We can't wait for Apple Bloom! So let's get going!"
The pair worked for hours, preparing the clubhouse for their friend Babs' arrival.
