My Little Pony: A New Generation-Remake!(Ocs inserted)

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Cut to inside, the camera positioned on the busy production floor and near a doorway leading into it from the entrance hall.

While hauling the cart in, Sprout nearly collides with the filly to whom Sunny gave the balloon unicorn; she no longer has it, but is laughing up a storm.

Sprout: ”Hey, watch it!”

Pan to a portly stallion, Toots, off to one side; he greets the newcomers, with a bunch of Canterlogic balloons anchored to a holder within easy reach. Light blue-green coat with a paler shade on legs, belly, and blaze; brown eyes; dark blond mane/tail with matching eyebrows; blue-gray hooves. He wears a necktie and shirt collar with a clip-on identification badge.

Toots: “Welcome, everypony! Got any questions about the Canterlogic factory? Happy to answer them.”

The pan continues past him, following a hard-hatted employee and the flatbed cart he is pushing; a clamp picks up the box resting on this and reels it into the upper reaches.

Stallion: from o.s. “Oh, yeah! Uh, where are the free smoothies?”

Toots: now o.s. “Uh, I can’t answer that.”

The cargo is dropped into a gondola hooked to an overhead conveyor and taken away as another box is brought down on a clamp.

Now standing by a whiteboard crowded with sketches, Hitch surveys the activities with a contented sigh that is echoed by his three critters, and Sprout crosses to them and lets go of Sunny’s cart. Zoom in.

Hitch: “You know what, Sprout? I think I finally got through to Sunny.”

All the lights go out except for a fringe thrown by an o.s. spotlight; the camera swivels quickly to a stage illuminated by roving spots and marked by a jutting runway. A stallion announcer’s voice is broadcast over the sound system as ponies start to gather in closer.

Announcer: “It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for. As the founder of Canterlogic, she’s been keeping us safe and stylish for the last twenty moons. Please, go wild for the one and only…Phyllis Cloverleaf!”

On the end of this, pink lasers trace out the company logo on the stage’s closed curtains and Phyllis trots into view from the wings, a spotlight following.

The crowd voices its profuse adulation as the camera zooms in on her. She has traded her single pearl for a complete strand of them, plus matching earrings, and is wearing an ID badge on a lanyard around her neck.

Phyllis: “Thank you! Thank you!“ “Oh, hey, how are you?” “Thank you so much!” A hush falls. ”We here at Canterlogic are so thrilled to create perfect products that protect ponies like you…” pointing to one side; sudden hard tone “…from ponies like that!”

As she finishes, the camera pans quickly to a pair of hanging banners. One has the same looming-pegasus design as the one Sunny redecorated during her song; the other presents a trio of glaring unicorn-head silhouettes bearing down on an earth pony, horns leveled and ready to strike. A plethora of boos floats up from the o.s. audience; back to her.

Phyllis: “And like I always say, ‘To be scared is…’ ”

Audience: “…to be prepared!”

Phyllis: “Oh, I love it! That’s right!” To the crowd and back on the following. “So let’s start the show!”

Spectator: under previous “Yahoo!”

Pan away from her to a mare who has emerged onto the stage, wearing a metal skullcap with an upward-protruding antenna. She blows her forelock out of her eyes in a bored manner and begins to trot as a thumping electronic dance beat starts up.