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// Chicken Loo 
// Story: Robot Scootaloo 
// by alarajrogers 
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Cyborg Scootaloo looked over at Discord with a frown on her face. "The one about the cupcakes was the first one that even mentioned me. How come none of these stories are about me?"

"Because you’re the one watching them, of course," Discord said. "How can you be in the audience and also in the story?"

"You’re in, like, six of them," Scootaloo retorted. "Seven if we count the running joke about the laundry cutie mark, and eight if we count the one about you turning me into a robot."

"Cyborg."

"Robot sounds cooler. Anyway, you’re watching them too, so if you can be in six or seven or eight of them, I can be in one or two."

"Oh, all right," Discord said, and changed the channel.

*fwwwt*





Chicken Loo

Chicken Loo, what’s the matter with you
You don’t act like the other chickens do
You wear a disguise to hide from pony eyes
But you’re not a foal, you’re a chicken, Loo

The Cutie Mark Crusaders! Three little fillies banded together on an endless quest to discover who they are and earn their cutie marks!

APPLE BLOOM, a yellow earth pony with a big pink bow in her red mane, says, "Well, transcendental yoga was a complete waste of time. What’s next on the list?"

SWEETIE BELLE, a white unicorn with a pale purple mane, reads from a list. "This says we haven’t tried volunteering at a foal care center. Do we want to try that one?"

SCOOTALOO, a giant orange hen with a purple crest and a picture of a pony face taped to her beak, nods eagerly.

And so the three friends traipse over to "Foal Me Once", the Ponyville day care center for foals below school age. Miss Merrie Mac (no relation to Apple Bloom or her big brother), the day care center director, a pony all dressed in black with silver buttons, buttons, buttons all down her back, back, back—





Discord smacked the projector with his tail, hard, and it stopped stuttering.





--gets the fillies (and the hen) situated taking care of the tiny foals. Most of the foals are enjoying playing with their new babysitters, but one, a little earth colt named Uncomfortable Truth, does not.

"That’s not a pegasus! She’s a giant chicken!" he complains when Scootaloo tries to get him to play kickball.

"Now don’t be silly," Miss Merrie Mac says. "Scootaloo was nice enough to come here to play with you."

"But she’s a giant chicken! She’ll peck my eyes out!"

The other foals laugh, because they think Uncomfortable Truth is telling a joke. He stomps his hoof in frustration. "I’m telling you she’s a giant chicken!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows the picture of a pony off Scootaloo’s beak, revealing that she is, in fact –

"A GIANT CHICKEN!" Uncomfortable Truth screams. "I told you so! She’s gonna peck our eyes out!"

"Don’t be ridiculous," Apple Bloom says. "Why would Scootaloo want to peck your eyes out?"

Sweetie Belle says, "Just because she’s a giant chicken doesn’t mean Scootaloo isn’t a great friend! You’re really hurting her feelings by saying she’s going to peck your eyes out!"

Scootaloo nods. 

"She just wants to get her cutie mark, the same as we do," Apple Bloom says. 

Then they all dance and sing a song about accepting your friends even if they are giant chickens. In the middle of the song, Philomena the phoenix shows up and pecks Uncomfortable Truth’s eyes out, but no one notices because they’re too busy singing.

*fwwwt*