Waste Makes Haste

Discord: (eats a bowl of cereal, but hears noise from garage) Sounds like mice. (checks it out)

Spike: Where do rocks go?

Rainbow Dash: Rocks can take care of themselves. (throws rock aside, landing on Discord's head, the draconequus mistaking it for an attacking mouse) These mice are tough. (puts on a bucket to use for a helmet, holding a baseball bat as a club as he searches for mice)

Spike: Uh, hi, Mr. D?

Rainbow: Why the ten-gallon hat, Pop?

Pinkie Pie: Is it raining?

Discord: Shh, mice. Say, what are you kids doing out here, anyway?

Pinkie: We're looking for stuff to recycle to earn major bits.

Discord: I'll help you. (naively picks up the rock from earlier) Here's a rock.

Rainbow: (frowns but politely) Thanks, Pop.

Blueblood: (hears noise from outside) How's a stallion supposed to relax with that racket going on?!

Sombra: Oh, lay off, Blueblood, will you?

Twilight: It sounds like they're having fun.

Verde: BB, BB, BB! (lands on his head) Why don't you go out and have some fun, too? Huh? Why not? Why don't you go have some fun, huh?

Blueblood: (has a naughty idea) Why, that's a good idea, little buddy. I'll go hush that goof up! That'd ought to be real fun! (laughs) Stealing the castle's garbage, eh?

Spike: W-We're recycling, sire.

Blueblood: Looks like stealing to me.

Discord: N-No, you got it wrong, Blueblood, the girls heard about recycling out of town. Nothing like giving back to Mother Earth, huh, BB boy?

Blueblood: (mutters) As long as there are bits in it, you goof. (eyes ring like a cash register) This is my garbage, see?

Discord: (naively thinks he's for keeping the world green) That's the spirit, BB boy! Come on, kids, let's check out the neighborhood for more stuff. (kids cheer)

Rainbow: (sees empty soda can) There's one.

Discord: This is just like treasure hunting.

Pinkie: This makes six cans in the last block.

Discord: That's what I call "good mileage". Or is that "blockage"? (chuckles)

Blueblood: Yeah, blockage of the brain. (fake chuckle) Say, wanna make a bundle on scrap iron?

Discord: You bet, BB.

Blueblood: Well, then, recycle that heap you call a jalopy. (laughs mockingly)

Spike: (laughs more nicely and confidently from Blueblood's chariot) We got you beat, girls!

Pinkie: No way, Spike-ster!

Discord: Come on, girls, let's show them two how to bring home the garbage.

Rainbow: We're with you, Pop.

Discord: Nopony out-trashes us, right, girls?

Pinkie: You said it, Daddy. We're garbage gonzos.

Discord: Wait until Blueblood and Spike get a load of this. (all three hear a honk) (gasps) Looks like they've already got a load of their own.

Rainbow: The mother load.

Blueblood: Hey, whisker-lips, great idea going through trash cans. Kind of improved your landscape, too. (chuckles) Well, like I always say, if you're going do something, do it big.

Verde: Whoa, look at all the junk we've got in our yard!

Twilight: No, Verde, look at the junk BB's got in our yard.

Sombra: (both he and Twilight narrow their eyes at Blueblood) And if he doesn't clean them up, he'll be sleeping in the garden tonight.

Discord: Operation Discord Garbage underway! (stops chariot next to Blueblood at traffic light) You and me, BB boy.

Blueblood: Give it up, Discord. When it comes to trash, I'm King of the Hill.

Blueblood: (tries to steal Discord's trash with a machine whose nozzle Discord ties in a knot)

Discord: This'll teach him to keep his nozzle out of my business.

Twilight: (blows whistle like a referee) Time-out!

Pinkie: Uh-oh.

Spike: Game's called on the 'count of Twilight and S.

Sombra: (picks up Blueblood by the back of his collar) Take out the trash now!

Blueblood: F-First thing in the morning, partner.

Sombra: Six a.m. sharp.

Rainbow: Pop, it's Prince Blueblood.

Discord: Since I'm not talking to you-know-what's-his-Bluey, ask him what he wants.

Rainbow: My pop wants to know what the prince wants.

Blueblood: Well, I want to apologize for being so greedy and mean and... Well, you know.

Spike]: He says sorry.

Rainbow: He says he's sorry for being himself, Pop.

Discord: Well, I'm gonna have to think about it.

Blueblood: Spike, tell the girls to tell the brainiac in there and I've brought him something as a token of my extreme.

Discord: (naively touched) Gosh, for me? Aw, isn't that sweet of BB?

Rainbow: ...Yeah, Pop, sweet.

Blueblood: (unable to find foal horseshoes of that rich stallion in Discord's trash, either) It's going to take me forever to find those 24-karat gold foal horseshoe beauties.

Twilight: (royal couple call from their bedroom balcony) Blueblood, we must still be dreaming.

Sombra: Yes, it's almost six a.m. (turns to his wife) We'd better have our tea, so when we're truly awake we won't see (both glare at their partner below) trash on the castle grounds! (both slam balcony door behind them, scaring Blueblood silly)

Pinkie: Boy, when we turn this stuff in, we'll be richer than rich.

Spike: You got that right.

Discord: Say, where's BB boy? (BB boy was in one of the garbage trucks looking for the hoof-wear in question, a bump on the road making him fall deeper in the rubbish, a banana peel on his sizzling head)

Blueblood: (on the payphone at the docks) No, I haven't found the golden foal horseshoes yet, but I've got the trash narrowed down. (the kids load the barge on the docks) All right, Discord, let her down. Easy now.

Discord: Okey-dokey! Now, uh...let's see here.

Spike: Try this one, Mr. D.

Discord: Okey-doke. Trash away, BB boy!

Blueblood: Oh, I hate this. (trash is dumped right on top of him) (pops his head out) Why, that no-good, trash-grubbin' goofinheimer... (eyes pop out in shock from a giant engine beginning to fall on Blueblood who in futile tries to protect himself with a tiny umbrella, the engine flattening him like a pancake) (everyone gets ready to sail) Say, Discord, ol' pal, why don't you drive, hmm?

Discord: You're gonna let me drive your boat? (touched) Gosh...

Blueblood: Why, sure, Captain Discord. Besides, someone should ride back with the garbage.

Discord: (buys it) Okey-Dokey. (wipes a tear of joy) Cap. Discord. I like the sound of that.

Spike: Wow, looks like a storm, girls.

Pinkie: Yeah, I don't like the looks of this.

Blueblood: (scoffs) Ha, don't lose your sea legs. A little rough weather never hurt anypony.

Rainbow: Better take it easy, Pop.

Discord: Aye-aye, and bye-bye.

Blueblood: (loses balance from the driving, his front hitting the gunk) (growls) As soon as I find a plank, that goof's going for a stroll.

Discord: Hmm...night sure does quick on a river, doesn't it?

Rainbow: It's not night. It's the storm, Pop.

Discord: (find frying pans) Here, kids, this will keep the rain off your noggins.

Blueblood: What the...? Head for shore! Head for shore!

Discord: What'd he say?

All: Give it more, give it more!

Discord: Sure, we'll outrun the storm. Good thing Blueblood's so nautical.

Blueblood: (facepalms) You're headed out to sea, you idiot! No, no, no!

Discord: What's he saying now? (puts a pan on his head)

All: Go, go, go!

Discord: Going, going, gone!

Blueblood: (screams, holding onto rope)

Discord: Gangway! (yells, trying to gain control of boat) Watch out! (spins around with the helm)

Blueblood: (washed off boat by a wave while he holds desperately onto rope that swings him around, banging him on tarped garbage) I'm going to upchuck! Ow, ooh! Da-ha-ha! Doh! Hoo-ha! Oh-ho!

Discord: Take the wheel, kids! I'll go help BB! (walks on slippery deck to a tight rope) Hang on, BB boy! (tries to keep his balance, holds onto rope upside-down, the water tickling his back) Stop! No tickling! (laughs before finally getting to a seasick Blueblood) Don't worry, Blueblood, all you need is artificial recreation! (feels sick himself from the thought of it, angering Blueblood but a tidal wave destroys the speed boat, the kids sitting in the barge)

Blueblood: (continues digging through trash)

Discord: Sorry about your speed boat, Blueblood.

Blueblood: (bug-eyed) Ah, what's a tremendously expensive speed boat between friends?

Discord: All's swell that ends swell. Now, let's see what we can do to get this tub moving.

Pinkie: We can make a sail.

Discord: (cheers her) Now you're talking. (Discord and kids lift makeshift sail) Heavie...

Kids: Ho!

Discord: Heavie...

All: Ho! (cheer)

Blueblood: (laughs hysterically) Come to Papa, little horseshoesies! (sees crate of trash floating away) Come back, I haven't searched you yet!

D: I'll get it, BB boy! (uses rope as a lasso to get crate, but he ends up roping the telescope of a submarine that drags him all over water's surface)

(The boys lasso him, almost ripping him in half before the sub drags the barge around. Finally, Rainbow Dash shouts) Pop, let go of the rope!

Discord: Never thought of that. (kids bring him back on deck) Thanks.

Spike: Whoa, what's gonna happen next?

Rainbow: (all hear floor breaking) You had to ask.

Discord: (water pops through hole in floor) I got it, I got it! I got it! (more seawater breaks through)

Pinkie: Uh-oh.

Spike: Double uh-oh.

Discord: As long as we got enough fingers and toesies and appendages, we're gonna be okey-dokey, kids. (water comes through his ears)

Rainbow: (water hits her face) I'm running out of plugs. Time to abandon barge!

Blueblood: Save the trash! Save the trash! Make yourself useful. (plots poor Spike on hole)

Discord: (jumps on Blueblood to restrain him)

Blueblood: Let me go! Let me go, you goof!

Discord: Easy, Blueblood, or I'll have to bring you to your senses! You're historical!

Blueblood: (completely infuriated from hearing his mispronouncing and being called hysterical, steams up like a teapot and rips Discord's shirt for him to be shocked to see the foal horseshoes around his neck) You had them all along?

Discord: Yeah, found them in that rich fella's trash. Kinda pretty, aren't they? Here, you have them, ol' buddy. (Blueblood kisses his cheek) (touched from unpredictable affection) Gee, and they aren't even his size. (kids use piece of trash to make a rudder and makeshift bicycle to move the barge) Talk about recycling.

Blueblood: With the bits I'll get for these shoes, I'll be able to buy a brand-new boat. No, two new boats. Ooh...

Spike: (suspicious) Did you say bits for the shoes, sire?

Blueblood: (blood turns cold) Bits? Who said bits?

Rainbow: (not buying it) For the horseshoes, Prince Blueblood.

Pinkie: The horseshoes that our dad found.

Blueblood: (laughs nervously from the angry looks he's given) I don't...

Discord: (doesn't hear the talk, innocently thinks Blueblood's smiling) Well, lookie there, Blueblood's so happy, he's at a loss for words. Kind of makes you all warm inside, doesn't it?

Rainbow: (everyone returns home) We're rich, we're rich!

Spike: Two happenin' rich fillies and one dragon with bits.

Discord: Yeah, we earned a huge amount of bits for recycling, and a big reward for turning in a gold pair of foal horseshoes to a guy in a prissy shirt.

Blueblood: Just like I told you, Majesties, I'm top of the heap! (laughs victoriously)

Twilight: Oh, lots of money in the trash bin. Good...

Sombra: (tells the bad news) Because these bills came while you were gone. Truck rentals, trailer rentals, traffic tickets.

Discord: (harmlessly mentions) Oh, and don't forget your speed boat, Blueblood, sank like a rock.

Blueblood: (weeps over a completely hollow victory)

Discord: (comforts) There, there, Blueblood, there's plenty of trash to go around.

(they all see an empty soda can rolling)

Blueblood: (wild-eyed) Mine, mine, mine! (zips away)

Discord: We'll see about that.

Hope this was fun. See ya next time. God Jehovah bless.