Hi! This is my pony version of Annie, one of my all time favorite movies. I haven't seen the new one yet, but I loved the 1982 version. Disclaimer: I do not own My Little Pony or Annie.

An orange pegasus filly was perched on a window still, singing softly, her ragged gown fluttering in the breeze.

"The sun'll come out,

Tomorrow,

Bet your bottom dollar

That tomorrow,

There'll be sun...

Just thinkin' about

Tomorrow

Clears away the cobwebs

And the sorrow

'Til there's none...

When I'm stuck in a day

That's gray,

And lonely,

I stick out my chin

And grin,

And say,

Oh

The sun'll come out

Tomorrow

So you gotta hang on

'Til Tomorrow

Come what may...

Tomorrow!

Tomorrow!

I love ya!

You're only

A day

Away!

Tomorrow!

Tomorrow!

I love ya!

Tomorrow!

You're only

A day

Away!"

The gentle melody filled the midnight air, heard by nopony but the singer as it whistled through the empty streets below.

"AAAHH!" An earsplitting shriek startled Scootaloo, who quickly stopped her song and climbed down from the window to race towards the wail, only to collide with another filly.

"Sorry, Scoots!" The other filly brushed the dust off her buttercream coat.

"It's okay!" Scootaloo dismissed it hastily. "Sweetie Belle, are you alright?"

The owner of the scream, a white unicorn filly, sniffed.

"I had a nightmare..." Sweetie Belle whimpered.

"Aw, It'll be okay!" Apple Bloom gave her a reassuring smile.

"Yeah! I'll protect you!" Scootaloo hovered a few inches from the ground, punching the air to show her fearlessness.

"Ughh.. What's all this noise?! Ms. Lulamoon is gonna kill us if she finds out we are awake!" A gray filly arose from her bed.

"Go back to sleep!" A groggy voice whined.

"Yeah! We are gonna get in so much trouble!" A purple unicorn with a blonde mane pulled her pillow over her head.

"Sweetie Belle, you are such a baby! Grow up!" Another filly named Diamond Tiara grumbled.

"All y'all need ter shut up! It's not Sweetie Belle's fault she had a bad dream!" Apple Bloom snapped.

"Now what was yer nigh'mare about?" She turned to Sweetie Belle gently.

"I-I was 30 years old and-and nopony ever adopted me! I was all alone!" She ended with a wail.

"That's just silly! You will get adopted!" Scootaloo promised.

"No she won't!" Diamond Tiara growled. "She'll be stuck her forever!"

The pink filly's bright blue eyes filled with tears as she lay back down. "Just like the rest of us."

Apple Bloom patted Sweetie Belle's shoulder.

"Maybe far away,

Or maybe real near by,"

Scootaloo joined in.

"He may be pouring her coffee

She may be straightening his tie,"

Sweetie Belle gave a teary smile, then chimed in.

"Maybe in a house,

All hidden by a hill,

She's sitting playing piano,

He's sitting paying a bill.

Bet ya they're young

Bet ya they're smart

Bet ya they collect things like ash trays and art

Bet ya they're good

Why shouldn't they be?

They're one mistake was giving up me..."

The other fillies in the room contentedly sank into their sheets, listening to the trio sing.

"So... Maybe now it's time

Maybe it's when I wake

They'll be there calling me baby...

Maybe..."

Diamond Tiara smiled as they ended the song.

"Bet ya he reads

Bet ya she sews."

The pink filly sang.

"Maybe she's made you a closet of clothes."

Her friend, Silver Spoon finished.

The purple unicorn walked up to the CMC.

"Maybe they're strict

As straight a line

But you shouldn't care,"

Sweetie Belle ended the rhyme.

"As long as they're mine!"

All the fillies nodded at each other, and everypony sang the last bit of the song.

"So maybe now this prayer's,

The last one of it's kind

Won't you please come get your baby?

Maybe..."

The last note was interrupted by the door being flung open.

A unicorn mare with a blue coat and silver mane flicked on the lights.

Her vast amount sparkling jewelry and elaborate dress made her look like a princess compared to the fillies' ragged clothes.

"Did I hear... Singing?"

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