Zecura shook her head "I am sorry little ones, but what you ask, I can not have done."
"Aww..." the cutie mark crusaders lamented in unison.
"Is it 'cuz you're worried we'll wreak havoc by using black magic irresponsibly?"
Zecura shook her head again "Havoc is not my concern, it's always fun to watch Ponyville burn," a smile came to the zebra's lips as she cherished the thought "But for a while my curses should not be used. For of the missile attack I stand almost accused."
"They think you launched the poison joke missile?" Apple Bloom inquired.
"I alone can make the poison's cure, and everyone knows I'm not from here."
Scootaloo scrunched her face up, ""Cure" doesn't really rhyme with "here"."
"Shh!" Sweetie Belle shushed her "Don't get the foreign-born terror-suspect angry!"
Zecura continued "I have half a mind to leave this place, if I don't stop getting profiled, based on my race."
"This is gettin' too political!" Apple Bloom concluded. "Come on girls, we gotta go think of another unethical way to get our cutie mark."
They trotted along the path back to Ponyville. Scootaloo's face lit up "I know guys! Why don't we try getting our cutie marks in bioterrorism?"
"Get real," Apple Bloom rolled her eyes "Ain't nobody likes to read about copy cat criminals. 'sides, how are we gonna get a bunch of P.J. spores into a missile without getting poisoned ourselves?"
"We don't have to use poison joke," Sweetie Belle pointed out "We could start out with more small-time crime, like mailing an envelope to the mayor with a parasprite inside."
"Agricultural terrorism is lame," Scootaloo's tongue stuck out in disgust "We might as well put worms in all of Sweet Apple Acre's apples for all the glory that'll get us."
"No need," Apple Bloom sighed "The blast from the Sonic Rainboom already ruined our entire crop. Our family will probably lose the farm and be tossed out homeless onto the streets."
"Then you could earn your cutie mark in panhandling!" Scootaloo piped up in excitement.
"NO I GOT IT!" Sweetie Belle hopped in excitement. "Why don't we sue Rainbow Dash for property damage?"
Apple Bloom's eyes lit up "...Why, that means we could get cutie marks in law, and that could make us-"
"THE CUTIE MARK CORPORATE LAWYERS!"
Applejack and Big Mac were searching the phone book for a nice assisted living facility to stick Granny Smith into before someone squeezed the cider out of all the Apple Family's assets.
And then the cutie mark crusader's pranced in, each sporting a cash symbol cutie mark on their flanks.
"Big Mac..." Applejack paused and eyed the three fillies with suspicion. "Are you also under the impression that we're 'bout to get our hooves stuck in somethin' a lot stickier than bankruptcy?"
"Eyup."