Cutie Mark Crusaders: Lemonade Sellers! Yay!

“Wow!” a colt's voice exclaimed happily while the three crusaders were just about to begin packing their things. “There really is a lemonade stand here!”

Arching their eyebrows, the three fillies went back to their stand and saw their friend Chowder with a big grin, which unfortunately, contrasts the three fillies' sad frowns.

“Yeah...well...” Sweetie Belle sighed. “...we were just packing up and leave...”

The news took Chowder by complete surprise. “What!? B-b-but, why!?”

The three fillies lamely pointed a hoof at their neighbor box machine. Chowder followed their hooves, and arched an eyebrow at the vending machine.

“Ahh! Now I get it.” He chuckled as he returned his gaze back at the three down-hearted fillies. “The lemonade can there tasted like...like... Well, it tasted foal.”

The three fillies arched an eyebrow.

“You know what I mean!” he shook his head. “Anyway, and it costs five bits a can! It's a total rip-off! Now, earlier, Featherweight told me about your lemonade stand, and I am dying to try yours, since he said it tasted so heavenly. Whatever that means...” He shrugged.

“Heavenly?” Scootaloo asked, looking at Sweetie Belle, who blushed at the compliment.

“Aw...” Sweetie Belle giggled. “He's such a sweetheart.”

Her two friends rolled their eyes, while Chowder stuck his tongue out in disgust.

“Whatever, can I have a glass please?”

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo nodded.

“Sure, Ah guess...” Apple Bloom then grabbed the pitcher and poured a glass that Scootaloo placed on the table. “That'll be two bits,” she said while she gave the glass to the earth pony colt.

“Ahh...” he gulped the lemonade in one...gulp. After placing the glass back, he produced two bits and placed them on the table. “Way way waaaaaaaaay better than the canned one. Thanks!” and he ran off towards the cool water.

The three fillies just stared at him running off.

“Well,” Sweetie Belle smiled at her two friends. “Back to work, girls! We're back in business!”