Cutting the Turkey

by Musical_theatre_demon

The Cutie Mark Crusader Antics

"Hey, Twilight," said Rainbow Dash, trotting into her office, "We have a little situation with the hayride."

"What do you mean, Rainbow Dash?" Twilight asked.

"Come see for yourself," Rainbow Dash replied.

"But what about the cards for the Thankful Circle? I only have one left!"

"Screw those for now," Rainbow Dash said, "Who the hell needs shitty cards like those when you'll do fine without 'em at the real Thankful Circle?"

"I suppose you're right," Twilight said, "Let me see what's going on."

"A filly pissed there," Rainbow Dash remarked.

"Holy shit! That's disgusting!" Twilight cried. The alicorn trotted over to the bales of hay and inspected it. "Yeah, that's pee alright."

Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo were snickering.

"Which one of you couldn't control yourself?" Twilight asked, trying to keep her cool.

Apple Bloom pointed to Sweetie Belle, and Sweetie Belle pointed to Scootaloo, who blushed with embarrassment.

"It was only meant as a joke, Twilight!" Scootaloo insisted, "I didn't mean to make it seem like any less!"

"Very funny, Scootaloo," Twilight said, "Well, you three are cleaning this up."

Twilight Sparkle trotted back to her office to get the Cutie Mark Crusaders cleaning supplies.

"Dang it," Scootaloo said, "It's the holiday season. Can't we just have a little pranking fun?"

"Yeah!" the other two joined in.

"Do we have to listen to what Twilight says?" Scootaloo asked.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle looked at each other.

"We don't wanna get in trouble," Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle said.

"Do we have to listen to what that damn prick says?" Scootaloo repeated, "Who the hell's with me?"

Again, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle glanced at each other worriedly. There was no stopping Scootaloo at this point.

"Ah, what the hell," Apple Bloom said.

Just a Little Strike Lyrics

Scootaloo: We don't have to listen
To a damn thing she says

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle: No, no

Scootaloo: We just wanna have some fun
And that's how it's gonna be

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle: How it's gonna be

Scootaloo: What do we say
When she comes back
With all those cleaning supplies?

We're gonna put her in her place
Where her frickin' ass lies

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle: Where her frickin' ass lies

Scootaloo: She won't do a thing
We're just doing whatever
We damn well please
Whatever she says
Don't do nothing

Cutie Mark Crusaders: Just a little strike
Never hurt nopony
Hell no!

Just a little strike
Never did a thing
To nopony
Whoa, whoa

(They see Twilight trotting their way with the cleaning supplies).

Apple Bloom: Oh no!

Sweetie Belle: Oh no!

Scootaloo: Oh no!
Pee a little more
Never hurt nopony
Damn, it feels so good
To rebel

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle: To rebel

Scootaloo: Sweetie Belle!

Sweetie Belle: She's getting closer
We gotta get movin'
Write on the walls
As she trots through the halls
Just a little strike
Oh crap
Here comes Spike!

Scootaloo: To hell with it!
We're not doing shit!
Clean up, clean up
We ain't doing that!

Cutie Mark Crusaders: Just a little strike
Never hurt nopony
Hell no!

Just a little strike
Never did a thing
To nopony
Whoa, whoa

Apple Bloom: What're we doin'?
We've become somepony we're not
And it's times like these
Where ya really feel like snot

Scootaloo: Just a little strike
Sure does quite lot
But there's nothing
That we cannot

Apple Bloom: Do

Sweetie Belle: Do

Scootaloo: Do

Twilight (spoken): What are you three doing? Now you have to clean this whole area!

Cutie Mark Crusaders: So much for
Just a little strike
Now we
Gotta make things right

Goddammit!

"What did you just say?!" Twilight said.

"Nothing," the Cutie Mark Crusaders said, "We'll be on our way to cleaning now."

"Alright then," Twilight said, "I am very disappointed in your fillies. Make sure it's spotless by the time I get back. You want to go to the Thankful Circle this afternoon, don't you?"

Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo nodded.

"Then clean the frick up!" Twilight shouted, and stormed off.