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// The Past 
// Story: Steaming Hot Garbage 
// by Super Trampoline 
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With a bright flash, Big Mac reappeared in the kitchen. It was four AM, so he figured the room would be empty. Unfortunately, it was not. When his eyes readjusted, it was not to a dark room, but instead to the lights on, with Apple Bloom's hoof in the cookie jar.

"Aaaugh!" she yelled. "Land's sakes, Mac, when'd you get here?"

MacIntosh decided to press his older brother authority. "Nevermind me, young filly. What are you doing eating cookies in the middle of the night?!"

"I'm sorry, please don't tell AJ!"

Big Mac's scowl softened considerably. "Shucks, I won't. Just get back to bed!"

"Sure thing, Big Mac!" And with that his sister headed past him back up the stairs.

Once he heard the door to her room click shut, he released a sigh of relief. He really didn't want more time shenanigans than necessary. He extinguished the lamp, put his night-vision goggles back on, and quietly headed towards the back door. He figured it would best to sneak around the side of the house, if he wanted to remain undetected. He exited and slowly made his way around to side of the house, stopping at the corner and popping his head silently around it. What he saw chilled his blood.