FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC—PART ONE (Mare in the Moon)
Prologue
(Opening shot: fade in to a closed book resting on a stretch of grass. It is bound in brown leather, with gold bands on the spine, and the cover depicts a unicorn's head in gold with jeweled eyes. Zoom in as the cover opens to reveal "Once upon a time…" on the first page; when the screen is filled with blank whiteness, dissolve to a patch of dense clouds whose style suggests that they are part of the book's illustrations. The border around the screen reinforces the effect. A gentle female voice begins to narrate.)
Narrator: Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria…
(On the second half of this, the clouds fade away and others slide out of view to expose the landscape. A town can be seen near a meandering stream, with a second one—made of clouds and rainbows—floating near it and higher than the peak of a nearby mountain. A city of white and gold projects from the nearly-vertical precipice. Zoom in on this, then cut to a pair of winged unicorns with earth pony strength — alicorns — standing back to back on a cloud; the left one is Grayish phthalo blue, with a Very light azure mane and long tail, while the other is Light fuchsiaish gray with a Pale heliotrope mane and tail. Tilt up slowly.)
Narrator: …there were two regal sisters who ruled together and created harmony for all the land. To do this, the younger used her unicorn powers to raise the sun at dawn. The elder brought out the moon to begin the night.
(In time with these descriptions, the sun rises behind the yellow one and the moon and stars ascend behind the violet to take its place. The two sisters now appear on opposite sides of a slowly rotating yin/yang design—sides: pastel green and marked with sun, pastel blue with the moon.)
Narrator: Thus, the two sisters maintained balance for their kingdom and their subjects—all the different types of ponies.
(Dissolve to the sun in a clear sky and tilt down past the older unicorn's lowered head; her eyes shimmer briefly before the camera stops on a group of ponies watching the meteor showers, stargazing, telling stories around the campfire, ect.)
Narrator: But as time went on, the younger sister became resentful. The ponies stargazed, camped out and partied at night.
(Pan to a day area filled with ponies bored as they head to work and taking names.)
Narrator: …but took the daytime for granted. (Tilt up to her, on a cloud under a crescent moon.) One fateful day, the younger alicorn refused to lower the sun to make way for the dusk. (Slow pan: the two face off, younger's head/wings lowered, before she turns away.) The elder sister tried to reason with her, but the bitterness in the young one's heart…
(Extreme close-up of her closed eyes, which open to show teal irises and fiercely narrowed, catlike pupils.)
Narrator: …had transformed her into a wicked mare of fire.
(An orange mist washes across the screen and clears to show the change: the younger sister's coat is so bright orange and yellow as to be almost as bright as the sun itself, and she wears fire red armour on her head and chest. As she rears up, her long yellow mane and tail have specks of orange and red flowing through.)
Narrator: Solar Flare.
(Lightning strikes and the camera shifts to frame the Equestria settlements under a cloudless day and a boiling sun.)
Narrator: She vowed that she would shroud the land in eternal day.
(Dissolve to a moonlit hall in a palace and tilt down slowly to a group of five jewels attached by radial shafts to a gold hub, on which a glowing white sphere rests.)
Narrator: Reluctantly, the elder sister harnessed the most powerful magic known to ponydom.
(Overhead view of five jewels, laid on an ornate gold circle around a larger sixth at the center.)
Narrator: The Elements of Harmony!
(The elder sister now wears a purple tiara and shoots a pastel rainbow-colored beam from her horn, surrounding and subduing Shimmering Flame. It resolves into an image of the sun with red and orange hotspots and the younger sister's silhouetted head visible in the darkened portion.)
Narrator: Using the magic of the Elements of Harmony, she defeated her younger sister and banished her permanently to the sun.
(It shrinks to the upper right corner of the screen, the silhouette fading away, as the background lightens and the older sister appears in the center on an indigo throne. Her wings are spread, she has added a purple collar/necklace to her tiara, and the moon appears at top left. Zoom out slowly to frame this tableau in the evening sky above Equestria as a second, younger female voice gradually takes over during the following line.)
Narrator, Younger voice: The elder sister took on responsibility for both sun and moon, and harmony has been maintained in Equestria for generations since.
(Dissolve to the open book, which shows pictures from the preceding story.)
Younger voice: Hmmm…
(Cut to the reader, a light blue unicorn mare who sits on her belly, intently hunched over the book on the ground before her. Her mane and tail are slightly curly and yellow, with streaks of pink running through. Her eyes are large and purple, and on her haunch is a "cutie mark" consisting of an open book with a yellow pencil looking as if it was going to write in it. This is Fictionary, whose face and voice mark her as a serious-minded thinker. It is daytime, and the white/gold architecture visible behind her suggests that she is in the mountain city seen in the book.)
Fictionary: Elements of Harmony…I know I've heard of those before. (Long overhead shot; zoom out slowly.) But where?
(Snap to black.)
OPENING THEME
Act One
(Opening shot: fade in to a stretch of road, on which Fictonary comes up over a hill. The book is in a pair of saddlebags slung on her back. Two ponies step into frame in front of her, one—a mare—speaking up.)
Mare: There you are, Fictionary!
(Camera shift; a third is with them. All are unicorn mares with presents on their backs. The speaker is Ruby Pinch: pinkish read coat, straight pink 2 tone mane and tail, bright green eyes, cutie mark of three red rubies. Another—greenish grey, two-tone purple mane/tail, light blue eyes—is Tootsie Flute.)
Ruby Pinch: Sun Glimmer is having a little get-together in the west castle courtyard. You want to come?
(Fictionary recoils a bit from them; now Toosie's cutie mark can be clearly seen as a flower.)
Fictionary: Oh, sorry, girls. (eyeing her bags) I got a lot of studying to catch up on.
(She gives the trio a big grin and gallops off.)
Ruby Pinch: (sighing disgustedly) Does that pony do anything except study? I think she's more interested in books than friends. (They go on their way.)
Fictionary: (to herself) I know I've heard of the Elements of Harmony.
(She races past two other ponies, up a few flights of steps, and into a tall tower. On a balcony outside its top level, a small, light blue dragon — a shade lighter then Fictionary's coat — walks upright toward the doors carrying a present. The spiny plates running from head to tail are pink, his underbelly is a pale yellow, and he has darker pink-blue ears shaped as tiny bat wings. This is Spines. Before he reaches the doors, they burst open and throw him backward; Fictionary emerges from inside.)
Fictionary: Spines! SPIIIINES! (surprised) Spines?
(Cut to Spines, flat on his back; he sits up with eyes spinning. They are pink. A yellow pegasus colt, — a pony with wings — with a dark blue mane and tail, dark blue hooves, dark green eyes and black glasses was helping Spines up. This was Vincent Van Colt, Fictionary's brother.)
Fictonary: (from o.s.) There you are.
(She gallops past as he clears his head. Inside, this level is shown to be a library, with various scientific instruments—including a large hourglass—arrayed near the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side. The woozy dragon comes up the stairs, with the present now impaled on his tail. Vincent gallops to his sister, very confused. His voice is significantly younger then hers, being that of a foal then a full grown pony.)
Vincent: Hey, Fictionary. What's going on?
Fictonary: Oh, hey Vincent. Long story short, there is an impending disaster coming very soon.
Vincent: Disaster? What kind of…
Fictonary: (Getting back on task) Quick, Spines! Find me that old copy of Predictions and Prophecies. (puzzled) What's that for? (He pulls the box loose.)
Spines: Well, it was a gift for Sun Glimmer, but…
(The bottom falls out, dumping a damaged teddy bear that squeaks when it hits the floor. His voice is somewhat younger than hers.)
Fictionary: Oh, Spines… (knocking books off a stack with her head) …you know we don't have time for that sort of thing.
Spines: But we're on a break, and Vincent's on school holidays.
(As Fictonary eyes a book lying on the floor; her horn flares brightly and one on the top shelf floats free and down to her. She evidently possesses telekinetic abilities, which she uses to summon several more in time on the next line.)
Fictionary: No…no…no…no, no, no! (Groan.) SPINES! (He is on a ladder at another high shelf, holding a book.)
Spines: It's over here! (This time, her powers drag both it and him.)
Fictionary: Ah!
(All the others hit the floor and she trots off, levitating this one alongside. This shot reveals that Spines stands roughly as tall as her back. As he reluctantly starts to pick up the books, Fictonary lets her magic do the walking through the one he found.)
Fictionary: Elements, Elements, E, E, E…aha! (reading) "Elements of Harmony. See 'Mare on the Sun'"?
Spines: (now on ladder) "Mare on the Sun"? But that's just an old ponies' tale.
Fictionary: (flipping more pages) Mare, Mare…aha!
(She has found a page that shows Solar Flare's silhouette framed by a burning sun, as seen in the prologue. Four stars appear in the picture, one at each corner. Vincent jumps onto his big sister's back to see what's going on. Fictionary smiles a little at Vincent with a chuckle and starts reading.)
Fictionary: (reading) "The Mare on the Sun. Myth from olden pony times." (Zoom in slowly on the picture, putting her o.s.) "A powerful pony who wanted to rule Equestria. Defeated by the Elements of Harmony and imprisoned on the sun."
(Cut to Spike, now re-shelving books while slowly losing his balance on the ladder.)
Fictionary: (from o.s.) "Legend has it that on the longest night of the thousandth year, the stars will aid in her escape, and she will bring about daytime eternal."
(The camera now shows Vincent with a worried look on his face.)
Vincent: Oh no! This can't be good. Without nighttime, the ponies won't know when it's time to sleep, and then everypony will not be focused on work and school.
(Back to Fictionary.)
Fictionary: (Gasps) You're right, Vincent.
(Gravity takes him, Spines and the tomes down with a yell; Vincent manages to get airborne and lands on the floor safely. Meanwhile, Spines lands on Fictionary's back and collects the scroll and quill pen she now has in her mouth.)
Fictionary: Spines, take a note, please. (snapping tail out straight) To the Princess.
Spines: (bouncing off it to the floor) Okey-dokey.
Fictionary: (dictating while pacing; he writes) "My dearest teacher: My continuing studies of pony magic have led me to discover that we are on the precipice of disaster."
Spines: (now o.s.) Hold on. (Back to him.) Preci…preci…
(He gives her a lost look—clearly he is not familiar with the word. Vincent chuckles a little at Spines not being able to understand Fictionary's words and the light blue unicorn thinks for a second.)
Fictionary: Threshold.
Spines: Thre… (No good.)
Fictionary: Uh…brink? (Still nothing; she groans.)
Vincent: Let me try, sis. How about, "That something really bad is about to happen"!
(Spines writes this bit down quickly. Fictionary facehoofs herself and resumes her dictation and pacing.)
Fictionary: "For you see, the mythical Mare on the Sun is in fact Solar Flare, and she is about to return to Equestria and bring with her eternal night. Something must be done to make sure this terrible prophecy does not come true. I await your quick response. Your faithful student, Fictionary Van Filly."
Spines: (slowly) "Fic-tion-nary…Van-Filly." (He finishes writing.) Got it!
Fictionary: Great! Send it.
Spines: Now?
Fictionary: Of course!
Spines: Uh…I don't know, Fictionary. Princess Luna's a little busy getting ready for the Winter Moon Festival, and it's, like, the day after tomorrow. (She gets in his face.)
Fictionary: That's just it, Spines. (straightening up; camera tilts up toward sun) The day after tomorrow is the thousandth year of the Winter Moon Festival. (Back to her.) It's imperative that the Princess is told right away!
Spines: (writing) Impera…impera…
Fictionary: Important!
(This word comes with enough oomph to throw him off his feet; he fetches up against a set of bookshelves.)
Spines: Okay, okay!
(He takes a deep breath, holds the rolled parchment in front of his mouth, and blows a burst of green fire over it. The message burns away, leaving only a tendril of sparkling pink smoke that snakes out a high window; tilt up to this.)
Spines: (from o.s.) There! It's on its way. (Back to him as she paces.) But I wouldn't hold your breath. (Pan to her.)
Fictionary: (smugly) Oh, I'm not worried, Spines. The Princess trusts me completely. (crossing to him) In all the years she's been my mentor, she's never once doubted me.
Vincent: You may not want to get too smug, sis…
Fictionary: (Rolls eyes, sighs. To self.) Brothers.
(Spines' cheeks bulge as if he is about to vomit; instead, he belches up a burst of pink fire that forms into a sealed scroll. This drops to the floor.)
Fictionary: I knew she would want to take immediate action. (Spike opens it and clears his throat.)
Spines: (reading) "My dearest, most faithful student Fictionary…" (Cut to her at a window; he continues o.s.) "You know that I value your diligence, and that I trust you completely."
Fictionary: Mmm-hmm.
Spines: (from o.s., reading) "But you simply must stop reading those dusty old books!"
(She gasps as that sentence hits her like a two-by-four upside the head. Vincent giggles at his sister. Snap to black.)
Act Two
(Opening shot: fade in to a scrolling overhead view of the Equestria landscape, following a pegasus-drawn, flying gold chariot that carries Fictionary, Vincent and Spines.)
Spines: (reading) "My dear Fictionary: There is more to a young pony's life than studying. So I'm sending you to supervise the preparations for the Winter Moon Festival in this year's location, Ponyville."
(During the previous line, the camera shifts to a closer profile of the chariot; the two pegasi pulling it are dark grey stallions in gold livery and shoes. They have Pale, light grayish azure with light azureish gray tails and matching crests on their helmets, similar to those worn by soldiers in ancient Rome. On the end of the line, cut to a head-on view of the clouds, which part to reveal the site: a pleasant-looking small town of wood-frame, thatched-roof buildings bordered by a stream and mountain. To one side is a fenced fruit orchard. Back to the trio; Fictionary is clearly not enthused over this job.)
Spines: (reading) "And I have an even more essential task for you to complete—make some friends." (She hangs her head over the side with a soft moan.)
Vincent: Look on the bright side, Fictionary. The Princess arranged for us to stay in a library. Doesn't that make you happy? (Long pause.)
Fictionary: (brightening suddenly) Yes. Yes, it does. You know why? Because I'm right. I'll check on the preparations as fast as I can, then get to the library to find some proof of Solar Flare's return. (They approach the town.)
Spines: Then when will you make friends like the Princess said? (Final descent.)
Fictionary: She said to check on preparations. I am her student, and I'll do my royal duty, but the fate of Equestria does not rest on me making friends.
(The chariot touches down in a street, the two pegasi whinny, and Fictionary climbs out.)
Fictionary: Thank you, sirs.
(They smile and huff in response before she turns to Spines and Vincent, who are now also out. As he speaks, an orange earth pony—that is, no horn or wings—with a slightly curly 2 toned pink mane and tail approaches from the other end of the street.)
Spines: Maybe the ponies in Ponyville have interesting things to talk about!
(The other pony is now seen in close-up: mare, with a cutie mark consisting of three seeds, two brown and one yellow. She stops in front of the pair and regards them with narrowed, medium green eyes and a smile.)
Vincent: Come on, Fictionary, just try.
Fictionary: (uncertainly) Uh…hello?
(The orange one responds with a gasp of pure surprise, and a sudden dash o.s.)
Fictionary: Well, that was interesting, all right.
(She trots off, Spike following with a weary moan. Dissolve to the trio proceeding through the orchard seen on the edge of town; Spike now has a scroll and pencil in hand.)
Spines: (reading) "Winter Moon Festival Official Overseer's Checklist."
(They reach an open fence gate leading into a farm: well, barns, barrels, hay bales, and so forth. Above the gate hangs a wooden board with an apple-shaped cutout. Zoom out to frame the entire property, orchard and all.)
Spines: "Number one. Banquet preparations—Sweet Apple Acres."
Vincent: Wow. The ponies who live here must keep this orchard afloat really well. I can just imagine what effort they had to put in.
(A heavily Southern-accented female voice brings them up short.)
Southern voice: Yee-haa!
(Quick pan to the speaker, a light yellow earth pony mare with red mane and tail, the mane with a pink bow in it. She has green eyes and an apple with a flower on it as a cutie mark. Racing up to one apple tree, which has several empty wooden tubs set around its base, she fetches its trunk a solid kick or "buck" with her hind legs. The strike shakes enough apples loose to fill the tubs in seconds, and she lifts her head proudly and crosses one foreleg over the other. This is Apple Bloom.)
(Fictionary just hangs her head with a sigh and trudges forward.)
Fictionary: Let's get this over with.
(Spines and Vincent follow as she lifts her head and approaches Apple Bloom with a polite smile.)
Fictionary: Good afternoon. (Close-up.) My name is Fictionary Van Filly.
(Her face contorts in sudden pain, due to Apple Bloom grabbing one of her front hooves and shaking it vigorously in a longer shot. The farmer's voice is boisterous and friendly.)
Apple Bloom: Well, howdy do, Miss Fictionary. A pleasure makin' your acquaintance. I'm Apple Bloom. We here at Sweet Apple Acres sure do like makin' new friends.
Fictionary: (voice vibrating) Friends?...Actually, I— (Apple Bloom lets go.)
Apple Bloom: (winking) So, what can I do you for?
(Not realizing that her hoof has been released, Fictionary is still unconsciously working it up and down. Spines finally stops its motion and he and Vincent laugh as she gives them a dirty look.)
Fictionary: (clearing throat, smiling) Well, me, my brother Vincent and assistant Spines are in fact here to supervise preparations for the Winter Moon Festival. And you're in charge of the food?
Apple Bloom: We sure as sugar are. Would you care to sample some?
Fictionary: Well, as long as it doesn't take too long.
Apple Bloom: Alright! Now, Babs Seed and ah will… huh? Hey, where's mah cous? (Looks around, but doesn't see a trace of 'Babs Seed') Huh. Maybe she's out in town. (Back to Fictionary, Vincent and Spines.) No matter. We'll do this anyway. (She gallops off, much to the trio's confusion.)
(Close-up of an iron triangle being rung as a meal summons, then cut to Apple Bloom at it.)
Apple Bloom: SOUP'S ON, EVERYPONY!
(Back to Fictionary, Vincent and Spines on the end of this. They are quickly swept up in a stampede of earth ponies, which clears to leave them dazed and seated at a table.)
Vincent: What in Canterlot…
(Apple Bloom pops up next to them.)
Apple Bloom: Now, why don't I introduce y'all to the Apple family?
(Zoom out on the end of this to frame several new arrivals in the foreground, looking on eagerly, then cut to a close-up of Fictionary.)
Fictionary: Thanks, but I really need to hurry.
(A piece of dessert is thrust in front of her; in a longer shot, one of the family members is holding it. As Apple Bloom begins to reel off names in an increasing tempo, one after another zips to the table and deposits an apple-based food item before rushing off.)
Apple Bloom: This here's Apple Crumble, Apple Mint, Apple Squash, Red Jane… (now o.s.) …Apple Bud, Liberty Belle… (Close-up of the table, ponies no longer seen as pile grows.) … Sweet Tooth, Apple Bytes, Pink Lady, Apple John, Apple Crunch…
(By this point, the stack of food has grown so tall that Fictionary, Vincent and Spines have had to climb up to see over it, Vincent reluctant to use his wings. Apple Bloom pops up again and takes a huge breath before continuing, the camera shifting to each of the next two members she names. The first is a small red colt with birdcatcher spots, sleepy green eyes, hooves tipped with pale yellow, and an orange mane and he has no cutie mark; he is also holding a green apple. This second pony, a young filly with no cutie mark, has a tan-orange coat, light green eyes, and a blond mane and tail. A three-layer cake is balanced on her back, and her mane and tail are tied back in plats.)
Apple Bloom: (from o.s.) …Little Macintosh, Applejack… (Back to her and Fictionay.) …aaaaand…
(She stuffs a whole apple in Fictionary's mouth and dashes off; quick pan to…)
Apple Bloom: (from o.s.) …Granny Smith.
(Granny is an adult, light green mare whose mane/tail is cream and are each tied into pony tales like Applejack. Her cutie mark is an apple pie, and she wears an apple-decorated shawl around her neck. She snoozes in a rocking chair; zoom in.)
Apple Bloom: (from o.s.) Up and at 'em, Granny Smith! We got guests!
(She wakes up with a snort, opening her eyes just enough to show them as red-orange. Her voice carries the same Southern accent.)
Granny: Wha—? (walking over, mumbling) Soup's on…I'm a—here I come, I'm comin'…
(She walks to the table; when she reaches the table, Fictionary still has her mouth full from the fruit Apple Bloom shoved into it.)
Apple Bloom: (patting Fictionary's back) Why, I'd say they're already part of the family.
(One mighty spit sends the chewed-up apple flying so Fictionary can voice an uneasy giggle.)
Fictionay: Okay, well, I can see the food situation is handled, so we'll be on our way. (Disappointed looks from others.)
Young Southern voice: (female) Aren't you gonna stay for brunch?
(The speaker turns out to be little Applejack, who has gotten rid of the cake on her back and is now giving Fictionary the big sad soulful eyes.)
Fictionary: Sorry, but we have an awful lot to do.
Apple family: Awww… (Pause.)
Vincent: Oh, come on sis. I really want to get to know these ponies.
Fictionary: (unwillingly) Fine.
Vincent: Yes!
(Cheers from the family as the camera tilts up to frame the awnings strung overhead in the trees to shade the gathering. Dissolve to a patch of blue sky marked by a few wisps of cloud and tilt down to ground level, where Spines comes up over a hill with his checklist. Vincent trots alongside.)
Spines: Food's all taken care of. Next is weather.
(Looking back, they see Fictionary trailing by several steps, her gut badly distended and her head nearly touching the ground.)
Fictionary: (groaning in discomfort) I ate too much pie.
Vincent: Oh well. More sweets for me next time.
Fictionary: Oh no you don't, young colt!
Spines: Hmmm…there's supposed to be a pegasus pony named Scootaloo clearing the clouds. (Fictionary looks up and sees several clouds.)
Fictionary: Well, she's not doing a very good job, is she?
(With no warning, an orange and pink blur flashes across the screen and plows her away. Globs of mud splatter back from the puddle in which they have landed; on top of Fictionary is a deep orange pegasus mare whose unruly mane and tail are both equally deep pink. She has purplish-pink eyes and a cutie mark of flamed lightning bolt. This is Scootaloo.)
(Fictionary groans softly, muffled slightly by the mud, before Scoots gets upright with a big goofy grin. Her voice has a raspy, tomboyish quality to it.)
Scootaloo: (laughing sheepishly, leaning over Fictionary) Uh…'scuse me?
(More laughing as she hovers a few feet up and Fictionary groans again.)
Scootaloo: Let me help you.
(Off she goes, with Fictionary having barely enough time to stand up before she pushes a grey cloud into position above the puddle. A few stomps on its top produce a quick shower that leaves Fictionary clean but soaked head to tail. Scootaloo's giggle floats down from overhead; cut to her on the cloud.)
Scootaloo: Oops. I—I guess I overdid it. Um… (Back to the annoyed Fictionary; she continues o.s.) …uh…how about this?
("This" consists of the pegasus swooping down to fly in a tight circle around Fictionary, creating a striped whirlwind that sucks all the mud out of the puddle.)
Scootaloo: My very own patented… (She rises clear.) …Scootablow-Dry! (dropping to ground) No, no, don't thank me. You're quite welcome.
(Only now does she get a good look at the finished product: Ficionary's mane and tail are a frizzed-out mess. She is clearly not amused; Scootaloo, on the other hand, stifles a laugh and then gives it full voice, falling over in the process. Spines and Vincent follows suit.)
Fictionay: Let me guess. You're Scootaloo. (She bolts upright, pitching Spines away. Vincent jumps and flutters in the air for a moment before landing.)
Scootaloo: The one and only! (hovering) Why? You heard of me?
Fictionary: I heard you're supposed to be keeping the sky clear. (sighing, smiling) I'm Fictionary Van Filly, and the Princess sent me, my brother Vincent Van Colt and Spines to check on the weather. (Scootaloo lounges on a cloud.)
Scootaloo: Yeah, yeah, that'll be a snap. I'll do it in a jiffy. (Back to Fictionary and Vincent; she continues o.s.) Just as soon as I'm done practicing.
Fictionary: Practicing? For what? (Back to Scootaloo.)
Scootaloo: (pointing) The Wonderbolts!
(Quick pan in the direction she has indicated, stopping on a poster pasted on a wall. Silhouettes of four pegasi streak across its starry sky, while three more—two mares and a stallion—stand proudly in the foreground. All three of these wear goggles and blue-green jumpsuits that leave snouts, ears, and manes exposed, and their manes are electric blue. Three lightning bolts are displayed at the bottom, the center one having a pair of wings. Zoom in slightly.)
Scootaloo: (from o.s.) They're gonna perform at the Festival tomorrow. (Back to her, doing a loop to another cloud.) And I'm gonna show 'em my stuff.
Fictionary: (smiling shrewdly) The Wonderbolts?
Scootaloo: Yep.
Fictionary: The most talented flyers in all of Equestria?
Scootaloo: That's them.
Vincent: Wow. You're going for it?
Scootaloo: I sure am! They will accept the most awesome flyer to come from Cloudsdale, not to mention one of a lucky few that can perform stunts on her scooter with ease.
Vincent: Golly. I could never do that.
Fictionary: Pffft! Please. (Scootaloo glares at her.) They'd never accept a pegasus who can't even keep the sky clear for one measly day.
Scootaloo: Hey. I could clear the sky in ten seconds flat.
Fictionary: (quietly) Prove it.
(The pegasus regards her from beneath lowered eyebrows for another moment, then springs into action to kick apart one cloud after another. The wake of her movements blows Fictionary's fluffed-up mane and tail back and forth as she, Vincent and Spines watch.)
Scootaloo: Loop-the-loop around, and wham!
(After this last hit, the sky above Ponyville is left without a cloud in it. This shot shows a round three-story tower or pavilion, with a porch at ground level and a balcony outside each upper story. The structure stands in a large open area, the town square, which is located near the stream at the edge of town. Unlike the other Ponyville buildings that will be seen on camera, this one appears to have one-piece double doors.)
Scootaloo: What'd I say? (She drops onto the bridge over the stream.) Ten seconds flat. I'd never leave Ponyville hanging.
(The jaws of the 3 watchers hang wide open at this acrobatic display in a close-up. Spines is first to recover, and Vincent quickly follows suit.)
Scootaloo: (from o.s., laughing) You should see the look on your face! (flying across, doubling back) You're a laugh, Fictionary. I can't wait to hang out some more.
(That last sentence kicks Fictionary brain back into gear and throws a shock into her, but Scootaloo zips away before she can say anything.)
Spines: Wow…she's amazing!
Vincent: She'd make the Wonderbolts without even having a need to audition.
(Spines toys with Fictionary's mane and smothers a guffaw; she gives him a disapproving little groan and stalks away toward the pavilion.)
Spines: (following) Wait! It's kinda pretty once you get used to it! (From o.s) Come on, Vincent.
Vincent: (following) Coming!
(Zoom in on the upper portion of the pavilion on the end of this, then dissolve to Spines inside, checking the list again. Behind him, banners and flowers have been hung on the walls.)
Spines: Decorations.
(Cut to a ceiling-level view of the area—a single circular room—and tilt down past the elaborate hangings. The two sisters from the prologue are featured separately among the artwork, which includes a plethora of adornments for the balcony railings.)
Spines: (from o.s., breathlessly) Beautiful.
Fictionary: (from o.s.) Yes. The décor is coming along nicely. (Both are now in view.) This oughta be quick. I'll be at the library in no time. Beautiful, indeed.
Vincent: Whoever's been working on this must have the mind of an artist. The room looks that great.
(Between them, some distance back, another pony can partially be seen: white coat with a very faint pink tinge, long light purple and pink mane/tail done in loose elegant curls, cutie mark of a musical note with 3 small hearts around it.)
Spines: Not the décor…her!
(On this last word, the camera zooms in past the pair to focus on the third—a unicorn mare standing on a small dais at the back of the room. She wears pale green eyeshadow, and her appearance and bearing mark her as a sophisticated type even before her voice confirms it. This is Sweetie Belle, who opens her eyes to expose vivid green irises while levitating a few ribbon samples for a closer look, all while singing a song to herself.)
Sweetie Belle: (Singing) … Got to get this job done by tonight (Back to Spines, hearts in eyes; she continues o.s.) No, that colour's too obtrusive, it doesn't work in the light.
Spines: (grooming himself; hearts float up) How are my spines? Are they straight?
(Fictionary just gives him a funny look before approaching the dais.)
Fictionary: Good afternoon.
Sweetie Belle: (glancing briefly toward her) Just a moment, please. I'm almost done. Ah, yes! (tightening a glittering red bow on a post) (Singing) Yes, that is the one, that will make this night a blast. Now, my work for the decor is done at last. (Talking) Oh, well, Sweetie Belle, you are a talent. (Bringing her attention to Fictionary) Now, how may I help you…
(She trails off into a cry of horror upon getting her first good look at the poofed-up wreck of Fictionary's mane/tail, seen in a close-up and tilt from hooves to head.)
Sweetie Belle: (from o.s.) Oh my stars, darling! Whatever happened to your coiffure?
Fictionary: Oh, you mean my mane? (Cut to frame both.) Well, it's a long story. I'm just here to check on the decorations, and then I'll be out of your hair.
Sweetie Belle: Out of my hair? What about your hair? (She starts to gently bulldoze Fictionary along.)
Fictionary: Wait! Where are we going? Help!
(The lovestruck dragon floats after the pair, using the end of his tail as a propeller. Vincent chuckles at his sister being ushered away and trots after them. Wipe to the exterior of an ornately decorated two-story building that bears a striking resemblance to an antique carousel, including the horses attached to the small upper story's support posts and the one painted on a sign above the front door. This is the Carousel Boutique, whose door is split halfway up its height into two sections, each with its own knob. Unless otherwise noted, all doors in Ponyville will have this design, the same as that of the "Dutch door" commonly seen in horse stables. Several tents have been erected in the fields behind the building. Zoom in slowly.)
Sweetie Belle: (from inside) No…no…uh-uh.
(Cut to a mirror inside, which reflects a rather put-out Fictionary dressed as a four-legged Statue of Liberty.)
Sweetie Belle: (from o.s.) Too green. (As a proper Southern lady.) Too yellow. (A Spanish dancer.) Too poofy. (A 1950s teenager.) Not poofy enough. (A French noblewoman.) Too frilly. (An aerobics instructor.) Too…shiny.
(Each of these outfits has incorporated a saddle in its design, and Twilight's mane is done in an appropriate style; her tail is back to its usual shape. The next one consists of only the saddle, bedecked with small jewels and a necklace bearing a large emerald. The straps float loose behind her; the mane is back to its normal curly style.)
Sweetie Belle: (from o.s., approvingly) Now go on my dear. (Cut to her.) You were telling me where you're from.
(She grabs the straps in her teeth and pulls. This area of the shop, part of a large showroom on the ground floor, can now be seen to have several mirrors, a changing room, and a low platform for customers to stand on so they can see their reflection. Fictionary has risen to her hind legs, exposing a bracelet on a front hoof as part of the outfit.)
Fictionary: (strangled) I've…been…sent…from…Canterlot…to… (Sweetie Belle lets go, surprised.)
Sweetie Belle: Huh?
(They go flying in opposite directions; Sweetie is first to get up. The city on the mountaintop has now been identified.)
Sweetie Belle: Canterlot?! (She rushes over.) Oh, I'm so envious! The glamour, the sophistication! I have always dreamed of living there. (leaning close; Sweetie Belle backs up) We're gonna be the best of friends, you and I.
(Her happy reverie breaks when she takes a good look at Fictionary's new duds.)
Sweetie Belle: Glitter?! What was I thinking? Let me get you some little hair clips! (She dashes off.)
Fictionary: (galloping past Spines and Vincent) Quick! Before she decides to dye my coat a new colour!
(Vincent trots after Fictionary while Spines just stands in the middle of the floor and sighs contentedly before the view dissolves to a close-up of him riding through a meadow on Fictionary's back.)
Spines: Wasn't she wonderful? (Longer shot; Fictionary no longer wears the fancy saddle and Vincent now trotting alongside.)
Vincent: She was really nice. (Noticing Spines' lovestruck look.) Hmm. Do you have a crush on this girl?
Spines: What?! No, no, no. We only just met today.
Vincent: But, a crush turns into a relationship later…
Fictionary: Focus, you 2. What's next on the list?
Spines: (checking it, clearing throat) Oh…uh…music. It's the last one. Supposed to be sung by another pegasus named Heartsong and… (Dreamily) Sweetie Belle.
Fictionary: (Groans.)
(Fictionary and Vincent stop short upon hearing a fanfare being whistled somewhere up ahead; they and Spines hide in some bushes and poke their heads out to watch. Pan away from them to the source—several birds perched in a tree, with a light yellow pegasus hovering in front of them and facing to the camera. Long, straight light blueish-purple mane and tail flow downwards, and pinkish eyes. This is Heartsong, no doubt. She is singing a song.)
Heartsong: (singing) When the moon glows, we glow together.
Told you I'd be hear forever.
Said I'd always be your friend
Took an oath and I'm sticking it to the end.
(One of the birds is noticeably out of time, drawing the pony's worried attention. A close-up presents Heartsong for the first time—mare, with and a soft, gentle, timid voice with a slight british accent. We also see her cutie mark; a heart with a music note in it.)
Heartsong: Oh, my goodness. Stop, please, everyone. (Silence; she flies up to the bad singer.) Um, excuse me, sir. I mean no offense, but your rhythm is just a teeny tiny bit off. (Back up.) Now, on my count, please. A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three.
Fictionary: (from o.s., calling to her) Hello!
(The shout not only startles the lead singer, but scares her entire vocal ensemble out of the tree.)
Heartsong: Oh! (She sees Fictionary and Vincent, now out of the bushes.)
Fictionary: Oh, my. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to frighten your birds. I'm just here to check up on the music, and it's sounding beautiful.
Vincent: Indeed. You must have been working ages on that.
(Heartsong touches down, looking at Fictionary and Vincent sidelong or not at all, and fidgets one hoof against the ground without saying anything. The newcomer stitches a big grin across her face and lets her eyes flick nervously back and forth for a moment before breaking the silence.)
Fictionary: I'm Fictionary Van Filly.
Vincent: And I'm Vincent Van Colt.
(Silence; Heartsong still avoids eye contact.) What's your name?
Heartsong: (softly) Um, I'm Heartsong.
Fictionary: I'm sorry, what was that?
Heartsong: (backing away, even softer) Um, my name is Heartsong.
Vincent: Uh, didn't quite catch that.
(The meek pegasus can do no more than voice a tiny squeak and look at Fictionary and Vincent sidelong, as if trying to disappear behind the hoof-length curtain of her mane. Birds return to the tree.)
Fictionary: Well, um, it looks like your birds are back. So I guess everything's in order. Keep up the good work.
(Another tiny little noise from Heartsong.)
Fictionary: (backing off slowly) Oo-kay.
(Heartsong just stands there, eyes downcast and one of them hidden behind her mane. She finally peeks toward Fictionary and Vincent; cut to her one-eyed perspective of the unicorn, pegasus and Spines, who has at last emerged from the bushes.)
Fictionary: (to him) Well, that was easy.
Vincent: She must be really shy. Give her time. She'll open up.
(Back to Heartsong, who comes to life with a gasp and a flutter of wings that scares all the birds off again. Now she gets some lung power behind her voice.)
Heartsong: A baby dragon! (She zips over to Spines, knocking Fictionary away and making Vincent jump and hover again.) Oh, I've never seen a baby dragon before! He's so cute!
Spines: (to the sprawled-out Fictionary) Well, well, well!
Vincent: (Also to Fictionary) Heh, what did I tell ya?
Heartsong: (About Spines) Oh, my. He talks. I didn't know dragons could talk. That's just so incredibly wonderful, I… (hovering) …I just don't even know what to say!
(Spines suddenly finds himself grabbed by Fictionary's magic and hoisted onto her back; pan to her on the next line as she starts away.)
Fictionary: Well, in that case, we better be going. (Heartsong hurries after her and Vincent, the latter of which had started walking after Fictionary.)
Heartsong: Wait! Wait! What's his name?
Spines: I'm Spines.
Heartsong: Hi, Spines. I'm Heartsong. Wow, a talking dragon! And what do dragons talk about?
Spines: Well, what do you want to know?
Heartsong: Absolutely everything.
(This conversation keeps grating on Fictionary's nerves until the last line, when her eyes pop in surprise. She groans loudly and the camera cuts to a long shot of the quartet going down the road. Vincent looked back at the 2 conversing, with very much interest.)
Spines: Well, I started out as a cute little blue-and-pink egg…
(Dissolve to the quartet walking through Ponyville proper. It is now late in the afternoon, and Spines is still talking to Heartsong as Fictionary glares impatiently ahead. Vincent was also involved in conversation.)
Spines: And that's the story of our whole entire lives—well, up until today. Do you want to hear about today?
Heartsong: Oh, yes, please!
Vincent: Ok, so, today, we started…
(Fictionary does a quick 180-degree turn and stops in the same motion to face Heartsong, prompting a yell from the passenger and Vincent to also spin around.)
Fictionary: I am so sorry.
(Long shot: they have arrived at a large, gnarled tree whose trunk and foliage are set with many windows, one of which has a hanging lantern. A balcony is visible perhaps halfway up, the front door displays a picture of a lit candle, and a sign outside depicts an open book. In addition, a beehive hangs from one branch. This can only be the library Spines mentioned earlier in the act.)
Fictionary: How did we get here so fast? This is where I'm staying while in Ponyville, and my poor baby dragon needs his sleep, as does my little brother.
Vincent: Hey! I'm not tired!
Spines: And nether am I! (She bucks him off with a big phony grin.)
Fictionary: (leaning to him, baby talk) Aw, wookit that. He's so sweepy, he can't even keep his wittle bawance.
Vincent: (To Fictionary, slight annoyance in his voice, quietly) You know he is technically a child, right?
(The "sweepy"—that is, "sleepy"—dragon glares at her stupidly grinning face before being swept up by Heartsong.)
Heartsong: Poor thing. (flying inside) You simply must get him to bed.
(Realizing that things are getting out of hand, Fictionary dashes in and quickly ejects her and reales Vincent in.)
Vincent: (As he is being taken in by Fictionary's magic telekinesis.) Yah!
Fictionary: Yes, yes. We'll get right on that. (Vincent is now inside and released) Well, good night!
(Door slam, leaving a very befuddled Heartsong on the step. Cut to the pitch-black interior, with the figures of Fictionary, Vincent and Spines dimly visible; both are quite put out at having the conversation broken off so abruptly. All three pairs of eyes gleam in the darkness.)
Spines: Huh. Rude much?
Vincent: Yeah, sis. You just tossed Heartsong out the door.
Fictionary: Sorry, Spines, Vincent, but I have to convince the Princess that Solar Flare is coming, and we're running out of time. I just need to be alone so I can study without a bunch of crazy ponies trying to make friends all the time. Now where's the light?
(She gets that question answered for her when it suddenly comes on, revealing a large circular room whose walls are lined with bookshelves; other volumes are scattered around lofts set into the walls above them. Night has fallen, and this reading room is filled with ponies, many of whom blow on noisemakers in their mouths. Streamers hang from the upper reaches.)
Crowd: SURPRISE!
(Confetti rains down over the group, and a party favor is blown out in front of one thoroughly confused, grumpy-looking light blue unicorn who moans wearily. Fade to black.)
Act Three
(Opening shot: fade in to the surprise party in full swing. The orange pony who dashed away so quickly upon first seeing Fictionary pops her head into view to address her. This is Babs Seed, whose voice is cheerful, and has a bronx accent.)
Babs Seed: HIII! I'm Babs Seed, and I threw this party just for you! (hopping around) Were you surprised? Were you? Huh?
Fictionary: Very surprised. Libraries are supposed to be quiet. And… wait. If your Babs Seed, aren't you supposed to be at Sweet Apple Acres? Apple Bloom was looking for you.
Babs Seed: (giggling) Well, I turned up a bit late, but managed to get enough time to get some pie. (leaning on Fictionary, who shakes her head) But, what kind of welcome party would this be if it were quiet? It would be boring now, wouldn't it. (Big grin; she follows Fictionary, talking full tilt.) You see, I saw you when you first got here, remember? You see, I never saw you before, and I thought it'd be nice to invite everypony together (Close-up of Fictionary, groaning; she continues o.s.) since I practically know everypony, and I mean, everypony in Ponyville.
(Fictionary comes to a refreshment table. As Babs Seed keeps going, poking her head into/out of view from all angles, she takes a red bottle in her teeth and pours its contents into a waiting glass. Other bottles on the table are green.)
Babs Seed: And then I got my cousin, Apple Bloom to prepare this party with me here for everypony…
(Close-up of the glass as Fictionary puts a straw into it. The green bottles' labels display filled glasses, while the red one shows flames. On the start of the next line, cut to frame them both as Fictionary starts to sip.)
Babs Seed: So that you can get to know your new neighbours (Apple Bloom, Heartsong, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle quickly gather around her, both wingers hovering above the unicorn and 2 earth ponies) And then, you'd feel right at home with everypony else. See? You'll have heaps of friends now!
(Fictionary's eyes pop as big as dinner plates and she turns to face the group, her face suddenly beet-red with bulging cheeks and streaming eyes due to the effects of her drink. Zoom in quickly to a close-up.)
Apple Bloom: (from o.s.) Are you all right, sugar cube?
(Longer shot; Fictionary jumps up with steam whistling from her ears, her mane and tail briefly turning to flames, and zips off at top speed.)
Babs Seed: Aww. She's so happy, she's crying.
(As Fictionary goes upstairs to get some relief, Spines picks up the bottle and regards its label; close-up of this.)
Spines: (from o.s.) Hot sauce.
(Babs Seed now understood what was happening. Back to her.)
Babs Seed: Oh no! Anypony know where the fridge is around here?
(The other 4 look puzzled for a second, then gallop/fly off to find a bottle of milk.)
(They smile again when they find one and give it to Vincent, who takes it up to Fictionary, who gives a sight of relief when her mouth is back to normal. Dissolve to a loft that has been outfitted as a bedroom for Fictionay. There are bookshelves lining one wall, but the rest of the space has been cleared to make room for a bed, a house plant, a small floor mat, and a table by the window with a bust of a unicorn on it. Two overlapping horseshoes and a cuckoo clock have been hung on the wall, and a telescope stands at the window. Part of the floor-level section of this room is visible: more bookshelves, a desk, the entrance to a staircase leading down. This living space, therefore, is on a higher level than the main reading room.)
(Fictionary is on the bed, huddled on top of the blankets with her head under the pillow, and the lights are dim up here. However, muffled, pounding dance music can be heard from below, indicating that the party is still going. She lifts her head, pillow and all, and takes note of the insanely late hour with a groan. A door is heard opening.)
Spines: (from o.s.) Hey, Fictionary.
(Floor level; he and Vincent has just entered, lampshade on Spines head, and both are still grooving to the beat that can now be heard very clearly.)
Vincent: Babs Seed's starting Pin the Tail on the Pony! Wanna play?
Fictionary: No! All the ponies in this town are CRAZY! Do you know what time it is?
Spines: It's the eve of the Winter Moon Festival. (Cut to Fictionary; he continues o.s.) Everypony has to stay up, or they'll miss the Princess raise the moon. (Ground level, framing all three.)
Vincent: You really should lighten up, Fictionary. It's a party!
(With a tilt of the shade, both saunter out to rejoin it; Finctionary mimics Vincent's tone of voice with gibberish as the door closes. Overhead view as she lies down, holding the pillow over herself, and groans.)
Fictionary: Here I thought I'd have time to learn more about the Elements of Harmony. But, silly me, all this ridiculous friend-making has kept me from it!
(A turn toward the window affords her a clear view of the sun, whose sun spots form the silhouette of Shimmering Flame's head. She gets up and approaches as four prominent stars slowly drift toward it. Fictionary was also very careful not to look directly at the sun.)
Fictionary: (softly) "Legend has it that on the longest night of the thousandth year…" (Outside the window.) "…the stars will aid in her escape…" (levitating an open book) "…and she will bring about everlasting day."
(She is repeating what she read about the Mare on the Sun during Act One, with a slight mis-quotation of the last two words. Back inside the room; she lowers the book, which shows the same vision that she sees through the window.)
Fictionary: I hope the Princess was right. (Close-up, the sun reflected in her eyes.) I hope it really is just an old pony tale. (Door opens.)
Spines: (from o.s.) Come on, Fictionary! (Cut to him, still wearing the lampshade.) It's time to watch the moonrise!
Vincent: Last one there is a mouldy carrot!
(The young colt gallops off, followed by Spines, and Fictionary walks behind.)
(Wipe to the exterior of the town square pavilion, its windows glowing into the night as several ponies make their way to the door and the music fades. Inside, the camera tilts down from the many banners and the pegasi admiring them to frame a hushed, packed house; the dais on which Sweetie Belle was working stands empty, as does the balcony directly above. A curtained archway is behind the balcony railing. The profound silence is shattered when Babs Seed rushes up to Fictionary, Vincent and Spike, the latter riding on Fictionary's back and having ditched the shade, the young colt was now perched on Babs Seed's back.)
Babs Seed: Isn't this exciting? Aren't you excited, cause I'm excited, well, except for the time I went EEEP. But I mean, really, who can top that?
Vincent: I'm excited too. So, is this the 1st time that the celebration has been held in Ponyville?
Babs Seed: We've held it about 5 times in my life! They were all amazing!
(The birds Heartsong was rehearsing in Act Two perform a short fanfare, and a spotlight picks out the vacant balcony and descends to the dais. Here now stands a very pale yellow earth pony mare. Her mane and tail are brilliant gamboge. She is the Mayor of Ponyville, named Gingersnap, and her voice has a tone of dignity that comes with age and experience in scouting as a filly.)
Mayor Gingersnap: Fillies and gentle-colts!
(Close-up. The eyes behind the spectacles are moderate harlequin, and her cutie mark consists of a scout sass with badges.)
Mayor Gingersnap: As Mayor of Ponyville, it is my great pleasure to announce the beginning of the Winter Moon Festival!
(Cheering from all except a very uneasy Fictionay, Vincent and Spines, then silence.)
Mayor Gingersnap: In just a few moments… (Tilt up slowly toward the windows, putting her o.s.) …our town will witness the magic of the moonrise and celebrate this, the longest night of the year!
(The camera has stopped on the banner depicting the sun. Back to Fictionary, Spines, Vincent and Babs.)
Mayor Gingersnap: (from o.s.) And now, it is my great honour to introduce to you the ruler of our land…
(During this line, Fictionay looks up at the moon and is stunned to see the four drifting stars disappear into its perimeter. At the same time, the dark unicorn-head shape vanishes from the surface. Back to the Mayor on the start of the next line.)
Mayor Gingersnap: …the very pony who gives us the sun and the moon each and every day…the good, the wise… (Pan through the jubilant throng; she continues o.s.) …the bringer of harmony to all of Equestria…
Heartsong: (to her birds) Ready? (Back to the Mayor.)
Mayor Gingersnap: …Princess Luna!
(Quick tilt up to Sweetie Belle, who grabs a nearby rope in her teeth and hauls on it. Heartsong and the birds start the song, with Sweetie Belle joining in on the 2nd line when she comes onstage.)
Heartsong: (Singing) Friends deep in our hearts.
Sweetie Belle: (Singing) We'll never be words apart…
(The curtains part, the spot hits the balcony as the birds twitter the song, and Sweetie Belle and Heartsong—not singing anymore—looks toward the pool of light. However, there is no one and nothing in it.)
Sweetie Belle/Heartsong: Huh? (General confused murmurs; cut to Fictionay, Vincent and Spines and zoom in.)
Fictionary: (fearfully) This can't be good.
Mayor Gingersnap: Remain calm, everypony. There must be a reasonable explanation. (Back to Fictionay/Vincent/Spines/Babs Seed on the end of this.)
Babs Seed: (jumping in place) Where'd she go? Is she hiding?
Sweetie Belle: She's gone! (Gargantuan gasp from all present.)
Babs Seed: (to Fictionary) Ooh, she's good.
(She voices a panicked cry while glancing up toward the balcony. Twinkling clouds of deep red-orange vapor have begun to envelop the balcony as another gasp rises from ground level. Zoom in on Fictionary, Vincent and Spines, who remain fully illuminated and move closer to the camera as if on a conveyor belt; the lights dim on the rest of the crowd.)
Fictionary: (softly) Oh, no.
(The thickening clouds are swept away, revealing the orange-red armoured, alicorn figure of Solar Flare behind them. Her mane and tail are made of the same orange and red and her coat is actually an even brighter yellow hue than in the picture from Fictionary's book. The edge of her helmet frames scornful, Pale, light grayish magenta eyes with catlike pupils, and her towering size is accentuated by the spread of her wings. A fiery sun appears both on her chest armor plate, and against a dark yellow background as her cutie mark.)
Fictionary: (from o.s.) Solar Flare!
(Spines moans in shock and faints, toppling off her back. Vincent hugs his sister tight. Solar Flare's voice broadcasts an unsettling mixture of suavity, contempt, and barely concealed menace in roughly equal parts.)
Solar Flare: Oh, my beloved subjects. It's been so long since I've seen your precious little moon-loving faces.
(The camera cuts here and there among the terror-stricken crowd during the second half of this line, then frames a boiling-mad Scootaloo in close-up.)
Scootaloo: What did you do with our Princess?! (She starts into a flying charge, but Apple Bloom grabs tail in teeth to stop her.)
Apple Bloom: Whoa there, Nelly!
Solar Flare: (chuckling richly) Why, am I not royal enough for you? Don't you know who I am?
Babs Seed: (playful) Ooh, more guessing games. Uh… Queen Red Hot? Or… Shimmering Flame? No, Summer Storm, Summer Sto…
(Her next guess is muffled by the cupcake that Apple Bloom crams into her mouth with a big embarrassed frown.)
Solar Flare: (leaning over Heartsong, scaring her/scattering birds) Does my crown no longer count, now that I have been imprisoned for a thousand years?
(Next she gets in Sweetie Belle's face, cradling it in a lock of her intangible mane.)
Solar Flare: Did you not recall the legend? (slapping gently) Did you not see the signs?
Fictionary: (from o.s.) I did! (Cut to her; Spines still laid out and Vincent still hugging his big sis.) And I know who you are! You're the Mare on the Sun— Solar Flare! (Crowd gasps.)
Solar Flare: Well, well, well. Somepony who remembers me. Then you also know why I'm here.
Fictionary: (losing her nerve) You're here to…to…
(She swallows hard. Long shot of Solar Flare, seen through the crowd; zoom in as she lets go with a growing chuckle.)
Solar Flare: Remember last night, little ponies, for it was your last. From this moment forth, the day! Will last! FOREVER!
(Zoom out quickly; lightning cracks through the upper reaches of the pavilion and the material of her mane and tail billow over the entire room as she laughs exultantly. At ground level, Fictionary grits her teeth out of nervous fear, the camera zooming in on her face. Cut to a "To be continued…" title card and fade to black.)
Continued in Part Two