Oh no! It's not Monday! But there's an update! Meant to put this up yesterday but I got caught up with a certain set of eight hours of humor and fun. Have an early chapter in honor of the release of the Animaniacs volume four DVD!

"Look at that, Skippy," Slappy told her nephew, "A nice big apple orchard for us to relax in. We should find quiet there."

Skippy, on the other hand, was looking in a different direction, "Why don't we go to the farm over there, Aunt Slappy? It looks nice and quiet."

Slappy thought for a moment, "For the sake of the story, let's go and get this over with."

On the front porch of Sweet Apple Acres farmhouse, Granny Smith lounged on a rocking chair, napping. She watched with one eye open as the squirrels approached her. "Well, howdy there! What can Sweet Apple Acres do for you?"

Slappy wasted no time on small talk. "I'm lookin' for some place to relax. Skippy here needs a playmate. He's not one for sitting still."

Granny Smith nodded. She called to an orange mare with a hat, "Applejack! Come here a moment!"

Applejack set her pail of water down and obligued, "What do you need, Granny? Wait just an apple pickin' minute, giant squirrels? Where is Twilight? I've got somethin' or two to say to her."

"I don't think she's going to want to listen when she comes back," Skippy explained.

Applejack's eyebrow rose. She asked in confusion, "What are y'all talkin' about?"

Slappy threw her hammock beside Granny Smith and fell into it, "Let's just say, evidence shows she's 'special friend' material."

Applejack's eyes widened in surprise, hoping the squirrel didn't mean what Applejack thought she meant. Slappy noticed her expression, "Hey, hey, keep it G-rated. Anything else is our job."

Yakko slips into view to blow a kiss, "Goodnight Everybody!"

Slappy pushes him off screen, "Go away."

Granny Smith interrupted to give her granddaughter her request, "Applejack, would you be a dear and entertain this youngin while his mother-"

"Aunt."

"-Aunt, relaxes here with me?"

Applejack tried to make it sound like she was busy, "I'd love to, Granny, but I have the cows to feed, and apples to buck, and-"

"Wonderful!" Granny Smith exclaimed, "He can help you out."

"Have fun, Skippy," Slappy waved him off, eyes already closed.

Skippy hugged Applejack's foreleg tightly, "We're going to be best friends!"

"Hold on now," Applejack returned to Granny Smith, "Granny, I don't think you know what we are dealing with here."

"I know exactly what I'm dealing with. A granddaughter who doesn't want to do her Granny a favor."

Applejack scoffed, "Now that's rediculous! If this was any other creature, I'd say sure, but Granny, Twilight summoned these squirrels to help Pinkie Pie."

Granny Smith had been joking before. Now, she gave Applejack a stern look, one the mare slightly cringed at, "And you didn't support Twilight doing this, so you left her to help Pinkie Pie alone?"

"Well..." Applejack knew Granny Smith was only saying what she already knew. The mare had tried to convince herself otherwise, but she was never good at lying. Especially to herself. Sighing, Applejack admitted her mistake, "I did. Even if I can't help Pinkie right now, I could have helped Twi."

"Now you can help this young squirrel by entertaining him."

Applejack sighed again, motioning for Skippy to follow. "Come on, may as well get some apples bucked. You can help get the apples in the buckets."

Skippy skipped excitedly beside the mare, "You have a lot of apple trees, Applejack. Can we eat some of the apples?"

Applejack shook her head, "No eatin' until after we're done buckin."

Skippy jumped onto Applejacks back, "What do you use the apples for?"

Applejack saw no harm in informing the child, "We bake lots of apple treats with 'em. Like apple pies, apple fritters, apple torts, apple custard, apple cakes, apple cookies, caramel apples, and we carve em and set em out with designs on Nightmare Night."

"That's a lot of sweets," Skippy positioned himself to lay back to back with the mare, his tail covering hers. He took out a slingshot and shot an apple into the sky. "Aunt Slappy wouldn't let me eat all of that, even with the apples in it."

"Alright, git off and watch this," as soon as Skippy slid off, Applejack lifted her rear legs and pounded her hooves onto a tree trunk. Apples fell from the tree, nearly all ripe.

"Whoa!" Skippy jumped up and down, "teach me how to do that!"

"Sorry, sugarcube," she apologized, "You gotta have hooves to buck apples."

Skippy refused to be content with the answer. Instead of attempting to copy the mare, the squirrel climbed the tree and began shaking its branches, ripe apple's falling to the ground.

Applejack was impressed, "Good job, partner. Nice thinkin'."

Skippy smiled, "Aunt Slappy taught me to improvise in a second. She says if I don't, Walter Wolf will catch me. But I know Aunt Slappy won't let him get me. Aunt Slappy can outsmart anybody."

Applejack was skeptic, "I'm sure she could handle her own in a situation." She bucked another tree.

"Wanna see what Aunt Slappy has taught me?"

"Wagh!" The squirrel was suddenly inches away from Applejacks nose. She instantly thought of Pinkie Pie. Guilt clutched at her chest. Maybe she should have tried harder to help Pinkie...

Skippy pulled a mallet out from behind him, "This is a mallet!"

"How did you-?"

"This is how you use it." Skippy lifted it over his head and slammed Applejack to the ground. As the mallet lifted up, Applejack followed, stars circling her vision as she swayed. She shook her head.

"Hey! What'd you go and do that for?"

Skippy replaced the mallet behind him, "You said you wanted to see what Aunt Slappy taught me."

Applejack narrowed her eyes, "No I didn't. You hit me in the head with that mallet!"

"Applejack?"

"What?"

"Duck."

Applejack searched the area, "I don't see no-" her sentence was cut off by a pie in her face. She recognized the taste as apple cinnamon. Although it could have used a tad more sugar.

Skippy used his finger to scoop a wad if pie from Applejacks face and ate it, "Mmm. Aunt Slappy will be pleased I made a more complex pie."

"What's less complex than apple cinnamon?" Applejack regretted the question instantly as another pie flew into her face.

"Banana Creme."

Applejack shook the pie off her face. "Alright, its time for you to get back to your aunt."

"Applejack, stop!"

"I ain't fallin for tha-" the anvil has the classic ACME name.

Skippy strolled past, "I warned you." Applejack pulled herself out from under the anvil, fury in her eyes.

"Twilight, you are gunna regret this."

Back at Sweet Apple Acres...

"Three! Two! One! Let 'er rip, Slappy!"

Slappy pressed down on the control box and the barn exploded. It was a nice piece of work with the sun nearing the hills beyond it. Granny Smith whooped in glee.