Discord

Appleoosa's Most Wanted

Apple Bloom: Aren't you glad y'all came with me to see Applejack compete in the Appleloosa rodeo?

Scootaloo: Totally! This place is a cutie mark gold mine! There's barrel racing...

[klonks]

Scootaloo: ...roping contests, rodeo clowning...

[thwack]

Scootaloo: ...steeplechase...!

Coconut Harvest: If we can get into some of these events, we could all four walk off the train back in Ponyville with brand spankin' new cutie marks!

Scootaloo: Wouldn't a barrel look good here?

Apple Bloom: I want a lasso!

Sweetie Belle: I don't know... All these events look a little, well, dangerous.

Coconut Harvest: No risk, no reward.

Sheriff Silverstar: Alright, everypony, listen up! We need a big presence at this here rodeo, so make yourself plenty seen! I want that low-down varmint to know we mean business!

Sweetie Belle: I hope nothing bad is going on.

Apple Bloom: A cutie mark-apalooza and a low-down varmint? This is shapin' up to be the most excitin' rodeo ever!

Scootaloo: Yeah, come on!

[Western harmonica riff]

[bale being tossed]

Braeburn: Woo-hoo! Yee-haw! That's my cousin! Go, Applejack, go!

Applejack: Whew! It's been a dog's age since I got to compete. All the rodeos 'round Ponyville are closed down for some reason.

Braeburn: Well, I guess havin' injured kinfolk in Appleloosa sure paid off then, huh, cuz?

Applejack: Just doin' my best to fill your horseshoes, Braeburn.

Braeburn: Keep tossin' like that and I'll be out of a job!

[poink!]

Braeburn: Ow, ow!

Applejack: Ooh, sorry. Say, where's my sister and her friends?

Braeburn: Uh-oh. Gee, uh, I guess I got so caught up watchin' you that I—

Applejack: You said you'd keep an eye on those fillies! How am I supposed to focus on practicin' if you're not gonna—

Braeburn: There they are! Heh, right where I left 'em... Aw, don't be mad! [beat] Owwwwch! My foreleg! Hurts so much...!

Cutie Mark Crusaders: [giggling]

Applejack: Y'all can't go runnin' off like that, y'hear? Backstage at a rodeo ain't no kind of playground!

Coconut Harvest: Sorry, Applejack. We won't wander off again. But, uh, speakin' of the rodeo... what would you say about me and the Crusaders maybe competin' in one teensy-weensy little event or four?

Braeburn: Look out!

Cutie Mark Crusaders: [yelps]

[myriad thumps]

Applejack: [gasps] What the hay just happened?

Braeburn: You fillies alright?

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo: Uh-huh...

Sweetie Belle and Coconut Harvest: [simultaneously] Yeah...

Sheriff Silverstar: Sugar and salt licks! Well, I'll be...

Applejack: What is it, Sheriff?

Braeburn: Is it him?

Sheriff Silverstar: Ain't no doubt. It's Trouble Shoes.