Twilight and Cassandra and Applejack were carrying bushels of fresh-picked apples to the barn. Applejack had bet Big Macintosh that she could bring in all the golden delicious apples by lunchtime. When it became clear that she was in over her head, Applejack did what she always did after making a bet she couldn't win: she cheated. Thusly, she got Cassandra to pick all the apples in three seconds.
“Applejack,” inquired Cassandra, “I may not have a cutie mark in agricultural biology like yourself, but chromatology suggests that a ‘golden delicious’ apple would be a yellow one, and not an assortment of greens and reds like those we are currently carrying.”
“Sorry, did y’all say somethin’?” asked Applejack, “Ah saw a braeburn apple an’ it reminded me of Braeburn, and then ah kinda zoned out. But if y’all were suggestin’ ah was wrong about somethin’ then mah answer is get stuffed."
All of a sudden, Spike belched out two tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala.
“Ah’ve always wanted to go to th’ Grand Galloping Gala!” declared Applejack, “Ah need to go and sell mah apple treats because ah’m so bad at makin’ money.”
“It does take a special pony to run a veritable apple empire and still be dirt poor,” said Twilight.
“Twilight, you needn’t be so callous” scolded Cassandra, “more to the point though, Applejack, I believe a vendor’s license is what you need. Besides, the purpose of the Gala is to get some time away from uncultured ponies like you.”
“Ah suppose yer right” said Applejack, “thanks fer showin me th’ error of mah ways.”
“Did you say gala ticket?” said Rainbow Dash, falling down from a tree, “I want to go to the Gala so I can meet the Wonderbolts!”
“Now hold on a darn tootin’ minute!” interrupted Applejack, “If Rainbow Dash wants that ticket, then ah want it twice as badly!” The two started hoof wrestling.
“Enough!” shouted Twilight, “I’ll figure out on my own who gets the ticket!”
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Twilight was walking through town square, when she was tackled by Pinkie Pie, who expressed desire in the tickets. She sang her gala song and did her imagine-spot, which Cassandra could see thanks to a clairvoyance spell.
“Pinkie that’s so far off the mark it isn’t funny” she said, “seriously, just by looking up the word “gala” in the dictionary you’ll see that you’re wrong”
“I’ll ignore your advice” said Pinkie. Before long, Fluttershy and Rarity found out that Twilight had tickets, so they begged her too. Soon all of her friends were swarming her, trying to get the ticket.
“QUIET!” yelled Twilight, “I want everypony except Cassandra to leave me alone now!” She was tired of being bothered by her friends, but she never got tired of Cassandra’s company. As the two walked back to Twilight’s house, Applejack accosted them with a cartful of apple treats.
“Y’all hungry?” she asked
Normally Twilight would have tipped the cart over as a service to the palates of ponykind, but she was starving, and empty calories were better than nothing.
“Go ahead, have one” whispered Cassandra
“But she’s implying I have to give her the ticket if I do” whispered back Twilight.
“I know, trust me” Cassandra whispered back. At that moment, Twilight went through character development and decided to trust Cassandra. She began stuffing her face with pastries.
“HA!” shouted Applejack, “Ah did a favor for y’all now so now ya gotta give me the ticket!”
“Did you get that in writing?” asked Cassandra
“Er, ...no"
“Sucks to be you then, c’mon Twilight, let’s book it!”
The two ran like crazy to Twilight’s treehouse and barricaded the door.
“What am I going to do?” she asked, “I don’t have enough tickets for everypony and they all want to go.”
Suddenly, all 5 of her friends emerged from a dark corner. They explained to Twilight that they had all agreed to give up their ticket to the Grand Galloping Gala.
“Why don’t you ask for more tickets?” said Cassandra.
Twilight did just that. Within minutes the Princess had sent her reply. She gave a ticket to everypony except Applejack, and then she gave one to Spike.