right? It was Angel's idea.

[Camera cuts to Angel stirring pasta in a bowl]

Fluttershy: Angel! We’re meant to be making Twilight a salad, not this!

Angel: [makes frustrated noises and throws his chef’s hat on the floor, stomping on it before marching out the door, slamming it behind him]

[Everyone is quiet]

Director: Um… let’s cut and get that bunny some anger management classes.

 

Dummies

[After Pinkie’s short song]

Twilight: PIIIINKIIIIEEE!

[The background ponies back off and Twilight falls on her back]

Twilight: OOOOOHOOOHOOOOWWW!

Director: Cut! Twilight, you can’t make any noises!

Twilight: WHAT?! How can I do that, that really hurts!

Director: This sounds like a ‘You Problem’. Now Twilight, get back into the starting position.

Twilight: Can’t we use a dummy instead?

Director: Like I said- Twilight, get back into the starting position.

Twilight: !!!!!!!!GRRRRR!!!!!!!!

Wrong Pony

[Twilight and Spike run away from the crowd of oncoming ponies]

Carrot Top: [Spots something and signals the other ponies to chase after it]

[The ponies catch up to the retreating unicorn and dragon… and run straight past her]

Twilight: Wha…?

[The camera pans to show that everypony is chasing after Derpy, who looks proud to have all the attention]

Director: Cut!

Submerged Spike

[Twilight and Spike are holding onto the underside of a bridge while hiding from their pursuers, when Spike falls in]

(Long pause)

Pierre: Why hasn’t he resurfaced yet?

Director: GAH! SOMEONE GET HELP!

Cornered

[Trapped at a dead end, Twilight tries to teleport herself and Spike to safety with her magic]

!!!!!!KRACKABOOM!!!!!!

[The set has been blown apart, and ponies are lying all over the place]

Spike: Um… what happened?

Twilight: Heh… my magic sometimes goes out of control when I get stage fright.

Director: You do realise this is coming out of your pay, right?

Twilight: [Whimpers]

Work on your aim, Spike

[Spike is gagging from trying to hurl up a letter]

Applejack: Well wallop my withers, Spike. Isn't that just like a boy? Can't handle the least bit of sentiment.

Spike: [Belches]

Applejack: Whoa Ne-YOW! [The letter hits her in the face]

Director: Spike, we’ve talked about this. Aim higher!

Spike: Um… yes. Sorry sir.

Applejack: Can I get some ice?

And… new scene

Spike: [After all the ponies have left the library] How come I don’t get a ticket to the Gala? [Suddenly he feels another letter coming on, but it won’t come out] Someone help!

Director: No… no, no, Spike! Don’t aim at the ceiling! No, SPIKE! Don’t burp or the set will-

BBBBUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPP!

!!!!!!KRACKABOOM!!!!!!

Director: Sometimes I really hate this job.

Pinkie: [Pops up with the clapper] Aaaaaand CUT!

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