THE اگلے MORNING!

AppleJack, Rarity and قوس قزح Dash were saying their good byes to the cutie mark Cusiders.

Scootaloo was clinging to her sister figure, who arguably acts as somewhat of a سیکنڈ mother as well, due to Scoot's real one always being away and never getting to see young Scootaloo as much as she use to.

As for the her dad. Well. She never knew him. Her mom raised Scootaloo سے طرف کی herself.

But, like all things, Scootaloo has grown somewhat accustomed to this. Espically since قوس قزح Dash always being there to comfort her.

This was most likely why Scootaloo was clinging onto her like a small monkey, when she was saying good bye, as she dosen't know how long it'll take to rescue their beloved Twilight. From Chrysalis and her new pal, Ditto.

"Look.. Scoot. آپ know we're be back" قوس قزح Dash said, finally pulling the مالٹا, نارنگی filly off her. As it was actually getting quite awkward.

"But what if one of them ends being the Slenderpony!" Scootaloo cried.

"Now Hun. We've been over this.. He's just a story, not real" قوس قزح Dash replied.

"Okay, okay. I guess your right. I'm just the worrying type is all" Scootaloo admitted.

"As I said.. I'll be back. But Twilight needs us wait now. Who knows what their doing to the poor girl" قوس قزح said.

"Ya.. Chrysalis is like one of those crazy cat ladies!" Pinkie said, as she was waiting for the others.

"She.. She don't have any no cats" AppleJack pointed out.

"Give her time" Pinkie insisted in response.

LATER!

The five mares were still traveling in the carriage.

"Ohhh.. Are we there yet?" Rarity whined.

"Last thousand times آپ asked the answer was no. This time. It's actually yes" AppleJack replied.

However when they stepped out, the way to the Changeling's territory was blocked سے طرف کی two guards.

"Crap.. Didn't gather it'll be guarded" قوس قزح groaned.

"Don't worry. As it turns most Changelings are actually very 'slow', and could easily be distracted سے طرف کی even the simplest riddle.

"Ya.. So?" قوس قزح asked.

"Watch this" Rarity grinned as she approached the guards.

"Stop! No getting through!" the guards cried.

"Very well.. But mind if I ask you, if آپ could salve something wabout been arguing about for the answer?" Rarity asked, obviously lying about that part.

"Whatever ma'am. If it'll make آپ feel better" one of the changeling guards replied.

"What get's wetter as it drys?" Rarity asked, as it was the only one she was able to think of in the short amount of time.

"What!?" The guards both cried.

"You heard me" Rarity کہا back.

The guards turned to each other as they tired figuring it out.

"What th- Dosen't that even make since?" cried guard one.

"Seems like it should" کہا guard two.

"Wetter as it drys? Wetter as it drys?" guard one kept repeating to himself.

"Damn this is hard" guard two groaned.

"Wait! It must be a towel!" guard one cried.

"Ya. Diffently a towel" guard two agreed.

Having finally figured it out, the two Changelings turned back to were the five mares were. Only to realize they sneak in while they were figuring out the riddle.

"We are so fired" one of them groaned sadly.