Rarity was hard at work, once again. A new line of dresses was in the making, while Sweetie Belle sat quietly in the corner.

"Rarity?"

"Yes?" she said, without looking up.

"Isn't there any way I could help?"

"Er, yes," she paused, thinking of what her little sister could do to help without getting in the way.

"Could you bring me my pin cushion? I need to finish these hems."

Sweetie Belle smiled with glee at her chance to help. She gave a salute.

"I'm on it, sister."

Unfortunately, the pin cushion was up on a shelf. She examined the situation. There were three layers of the shelf between her and the cushion.

She thought that maybe she could climb the shelf. She dismissed it, as she remembered the last time she'd tried that to get to the top. An idea entered her mind, so she rushed out of the room.

As she went down the stairs, she muttered to herself. "Where would the step stool be?"

Sweetie Bell emerged from the staircase into the back room, where she and Rarity ate, did dishes, and laundry. She saw it across the room.

Sweetie Belle smiled again, as she raced across the room to get the little wooden stool. Through the window above it, a rolled up piece of paper flew in. Sweetie halted at the stool and looked at the paper. She unrolled it with her hoof, and examined the letters. It read: Clubhouse -CMC. This was the plan that she, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo had come up with so that instead of running into each other's homes and disturbing each other's family, they could just throw the paper in, and they could meet when they were ready.

She hadn't heard the scooter yet, so she hollered out.

"I'll be there as soon as I can, Scoots! I'm helping my sister!"

An orange head with a purple mane appeared over the window sill.

"Okay, just come when you can."

Sweetie Belle was curious. "Why? Has something happened?"

Scootaloo opened her mouth to say something, when she was interrupted by Rarity upstairs.

"Sweetie Belle?" she called. "Are you going to get the pin cushion?"

"Yeah I'll be right up," Sweeite Belle answered.

"Just come when you can," said Scootaloo.

"I'll be there shortly."

The young, orange Pegasus nodded and disappeared. Sweetie Belle grabbed the stool in her mouth, and crossed the room, dragging the the stool along the ground. She heard Scootaloo's scooter outside as the she whizzed away. Sweetie Belle then began to work her way up the stairs, the stool was banging on the steps as she went. At the top of the stairs, she turned to go back into Rarity's workroom.

Rarity didn't even look up as Sweetie Belle entered. Sweetie dragged the stool across this room too, and didn't see her older sister cringe at the sound. She centered the stool to the shelf, and climbed on. Once on, she reached for the pin cushion. She was still two shelves too short. Puzzled yet again, Sweetie looked around the room and saw Rarity's rolls of material.

She walked over and picked them up. Then she set them down on the stool, one beside the other. Once atop, she was still slightly too short, but only by inches. She gave a small leap and didn't grab it. When she came back down, her tower was not beneath her. She slammed into the shelf, knocking everything off.

She sat in broken shelves. Rarity's eyes were tight shut, as she was too afraid too look at the damage her sister had done. Sweetie Belle chuckled slightly, and the shelf began to creak. It fell forwards. A great crash was heard. Even outside, several ponies turned their heads towards the Carousel Boutique. Sweetie kicked the back of the shelf, which is now face down, and her head appeared through the hole.

Rarity was rigid in her chair. She slowly opened her eyes and turned her head around to face the small white and pink pony and her mess. At the fallen shelf, her jaw dropped and her eye twitched. Rarity stared blankly as her sister looked ashamed. Sweetie Belle snapped to attention first.

"Okaaaay. Scootaloo said she wants to see me. Bye."

She was out the door before Rarity so much as moved. The tailor just stared at the fallen shelf, not knowing what to do now.

Sweetie Belle stopped running after she was downstairs. She grabbed her cape and saddle bags. Then headed out into the shop, and out the front door. A warm breeze brushed past her face as she emerged from the elegant building. She took a deep breath and walked down the street like nothing had happened. There were ponies out enjoying the day all over ponyville.

Sweetie Belle crossed the town square, where Mayor Mare was being followed by three ponies, each holding an inked quill and very important-looking documents. There were ponies at fruit stands too. As far the eye could see there were ponies outside doing something. Her thoughts wandered to Rarity and why she wasn't outside enjoying the day.

Her thoughts were interrupted as one of the vendors called her name.

" 'Ey, Sweetie Belle!"

She looked over at him.

"Want a peach? It's fresh from Manehatten. On me."

She smiled. "Sure, toss it here."

He gave the yellow-orange fruit a toss and she leaped for it. It landed in her saddlebag.

"Thanks Tootie Fruity. Have a nice day."

He responded with a smile. "You too Sweetie Belle."

She continued to walk down the street until she got to the end. Then she took a left, and headed toward Sweet Apple Acres, in the back fields where their club house is. She didn't take the road that led directly to Sweet Apple Acres. The Crusaders had a secret entrance to the fields, which consisted of a hole dug under the fence.

It wasn't far from the entrance to the field to the actual club house itself. She could hear Apple Bloom and Scootaloo before she saw them. She caught part of their dialogue as she ran towards their tree house.

"Cutie Mark Crusader Explorers!" Scootaloo suggested.

"Okay, and if that don't work then we could..." Apple Bloom was thinking very hard on these. "Bug catchers!"

She finally exclaimed right before Sweetie Belle burst in the door.

"Hey Sweetie Belle!" Both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo greeted her.

"Hey Scootaloo, hey Apple Bloom. Whats the occasion for the letter?" Sweetie Belle asked.

They looked at each other with big grins on their faces.

"Today is the day we're finally going to get our cutie marks!"