Marx: One Of The Three Jesters Of Insanity

Applebuck Season

( Sweet Apple Acres)

Applejack: Boy howdy. I got my work cut out for me. That there is the biggest bumper crop of apples I ever laid eyes on.

Macintosh: Ee-yup. Too big for you to handle on your own.

Applejack: Come on, big brother. You need to rest up and get yourself better. (nudging the bandaged area; he winces) I haven’t met an apple orchard yet that I can’t handle. (Annoyed glare from him.) Oops. Sorry. I’ll take a bite out of this job by day’s end.

(This line establishes the family relationship between the two.)

Macintosh: Biting off more than you can chew is just what I’m afraid of.

Applejack: (irked) Are you sayin’ my mouth is makin’ promises my legs can’t keep?

Macintosh: Ee-yup.

Applejack: Why, of all the…this is your sister Applejack, remember? (getting in his face) The loyalest of friends and the most dependable of ponies?

Macintosh: But still only one pony. And one pony plus hundreds of apple trees just doesn’t add up to—

Applejack: Don’t you use your fancy mathematics to muddy the issue! I said I could handle this harvest, and I’m gonna prove it to you!

(Close-up of his worried expression on the end of this, then cut back to her.)

Applejack: I’m gonna get every last apple out of those trees this applebuck season all by myself!

( In close-up, Applejack swallows hard as her expression telegraphs the realization that this will be a big job indeed. Fade to black. In a random tree Marx appeared. )

Marx: We all know she will go crazy. (Bite into an apple and then spit out the seeds which then pop into red popcorn)

Time skip:
(Applejack walks through the orchard. One of the trees has several tubs filled with apples at its base. She stops near these and looks around.)

Applejack: Well, I better get kickin’. These apples aren’t gonna shake themselves out of the trees.

(On the end of this, zoom out slightly to frame several of them in the overhead branches. In close-up, one drops loose as a tremor shakes the camera; it bounces off her head.)

Applejack: Hey! (looking backward) Oh, no!

(She gallops off. Cut to a long shot of Ponyville, which is shaking just as badly, then to Rainbow Dash as she rises to roof level for a look. In the distance, a huge cloud of dust begins to work its way along the road leading into town.)

Rainbow: STAMPEDE!!

(A herd of cattle, to be exact. General pandemonium in town; ponies gallop everywhere, shutters are closed, a welcome mat is yanked inside a house whose front door then slams shut. Amid the chaos, Pinkie Pie stands as still as she can, letting the tremors bounce her along.)

Pinkie: (giggling, voice vibrating) Heeey! Thiiis maaakes myyy voiiice souuund siiilly! (Marx walks normal even if the earth trembles)

Marx: (smile) Nothing is better than a little stampede in the morning that makes a mess. (drinks tea) Drinking tea.

Twilight: Pinkie Pie, Marx are you crazy?

Marx: No I am insane.

Twilight: Run or you will be crushed! (she run)

Marx: (roll his eyes) What a drama queen. (drinks tea again)

Mayor Mare: Everypony calm down! There is no need to panic! (Rarity comes up.)