White Flash couldn't hear, the ringing in his ears drowned out all sound. He could barely see, everything was so dark, although he distinctly made out the outlines of his classmates, huddled over him in fear. He was confused, but did know that he had just fallen, HARD. He had attempted a loop-de-loop while flying to impress Scootaloo, his secret crush, but had lost control, and plummeted earthward in the middle of it.

"Alright, kids," he heard the coach announce, "Don't worry, an ambulance is on the way." He began to say more, but White Flash lost consciousness.

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The crusaders watched the black Cadillac ambulance barrel down the road toward them in a cloud of dust. It was such a grand old car, they thought, a vehicle of mercy, devoting it's career to saving lives. The whine of it's shrill siren just seemed to say, "Don't worry, help is on the way," it's lights flashed like a beacon of sympathy to the injured, sweeping ribbons of red that spread justice and healing to all.

The old car slid on the rough, uneven surface, into the big field that was the Ponyville Pegasi School of Flight. The newly-opened school was underfunded due to the lack of pegasi foals in Ponyville, but the students learned what they needed to be successful fliers anyway. School had just gotten out, and Sweetie and Applebloom had walked over to meet Scootaloo there. They were quite surprised to see that White Flash had been hurt, and were relieved when the ambulance arrived.

Two ponies, one of which they recognized as Nurse Redheart, jumped out of the front, and loaded the injured colt onto a gurney, and laid him down in the rear of the car.

"So," the nurse queried, "How'd this happen?"

"Poor guy tried doing a loop-de-loop, and fell flat on his back!" the coach explained, "I think he's got a concussion."

"Well, just to be safe, we oughtta take him to Ponyville Hospital for some tests. Don't worry," she reassured, "He's going to be fine."

The big rear doors of the black Cadillac shut, and the old Miller-Meteor made it's way back off the dirt field, onto the road again. For a moment, it stopped near where Scootaloo was.

Scootaloo was puzzled as she watched Redheart and her companion scribble a couple of notes down, stare at her for a few seconds, and write some more before leaving. Surely, these life-savers couldn't have time to dawdle with HER, while White's wellfair was at stake.

"What are you WAITING FOR?!" She yelled, "GET WHITE FLASH OUT OF HERE!"

After that, the siren of the ambulance whirred to life as it peeled out on the field, leaving behind deep, rutted tiremarks, drifted sideways onto the road, and hurried away down the road.

"So." Scootaloo turned her attention to her two best friends, Sweetie and Applebloom, who were sitting on a fencepost. "What are we doing today, Crusaders?"

"Well," Sweetie Belle reported, "We've done about everything there is to do around here. We've played all our board games, finished all of our "Daring Do" novels, and visited everywhere in town where we could get our cutie mark."

"Actually," AppleBloom interjected, "We haven't been to the hospital! We could get our cutie marks as nurses, and visit White Flash at the same time!"

"But first, let's go play some Ponykart!" Scootaloo took off running toward town. "Last one to Sweetie's place is a rotten egg!"

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After a couple hours of Ponykart, the three friends set off toward the hospital to see White Flash.

They walked into a big waiting room, which was empty at the moment, except for a mare behind a desk.

"Excuse me," Scootaloo asked her curiously, "Can you help us find our friend's room?"

"Yeah," she replied, "As a matter of fact I can. Would you care to state his name?"

"White Flash, and he's a pegasus."

The mare began typing something in on her computer, but her expression changed to that of somepony who was confused.

"I'm sorry, honey," she apologized, "There's no record of someone named White Flash ever being admitted. Do you know for SURE that he was taken here for treatment."

"Of COURSE we do!" Scootaloo was getting agitated at the mare's attitude toward them. "He was picked up by an ambulance!"

"What color was it, ma'am?"

"Oh, for the love of Celestia....Black."

"Any more details?"

This mare was annoying as hell.

"Okay, BLACK. 1959. CADILLAC MILLER-METEOR. FUTURA. COMBINATION HEARSE-AMBULANCE. IS THAT ENOUGH STINKING DETAIL?!"

"Ma'am, OUR ambulances are white, but CLOUDSDALE has black ambulances. What puzzles me, is what's a Cloudsdale ambulance doing in Ponyville?"

"THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TELL ME, LADY!"

"Maybe they took him for treatment there? Cloudsdale DOES have better treatment for pegasi."

Exasperated, Scoot decided to give up on reasoning with the mare. She walked outside, and slumped over onto the hospital's front steps. Her two friends decided to join her, sitting on each side of her to comfort her.

"It's alright, Scoots," Sweetie sympathized, patting her on the back, "There's no school tommorrow. Maybe we could get Twilight to cast that "Earth-ponies-and-unicorns-walk-on-clouds" spell on me and Applebloom, so we could all go to Cloudsdale!"

"Well, that is a good idea," Apple agreed, "but who'd drive us there?"

"Rainbow Dash could!" Scoot exclaimed, "This is going to be the best roadtrip EVER!"

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Later that night, Rainbow Dash was watching her favorite show, "Harpflank and Sweets", when she recieved a call.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Rainbow Dash! It's Scootaloo. Can you give us a ride to Cloudsdale tomorrow?"

Rainbow Dash froze.

"Well, sure, but promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"Don't laugh at my car."

"Um, okay. Thanks so much for the ride, you're so awesome!"

Scootaloo went on a monologue about her idol's awesome-ness, but Rainbow hung up before she could here HALF of it.

"She said yes!" Scoot reported to her fellow crusaders, "WE'RE GOING TO CLOUDSDALE! Cutie Mark Crusaders Road Trippers, YAY!"

They all cheered and threw their hooves up at the thought of a roadtrip. Little did they know that this little expedition would all put them in grave danger.