His pretty blue eyes flutter at the camera as he rolls his tongue sexily.
"Weeeee werrrrre meant to beeee as onnnnnnnnnne!"
"Whew-wee!" Granny Smith leaned so far forward on her rocker that she nearly teetered off the front porch. She adjusted a pair of bifocals to see the phone in Applejack's hand better. "Lemme tell ya... if the fellers back in my day looked that good at a hoedown, me and the rest of the girls would never be picked!"
"Heh..." Applejack smiled through her freckles. A fresh line of sweat lined her brow as she held the phone out in one arm and propped a barrel full of apples to her hip with the other. "I dun thank he exactly swings that way, Granny."
"Ya sure about that, darlin'?" Granny Smith tilted her head at the video again. "I spent my whole life pickin' fruit from trees. If you ask me, this purdy young rapscallion's been growin' his own garden from the outhouse to the barndoor, if ya catch my drift! Hyeh hyeh hyeh!"
Big Macintosh leaned in, smiling. "Eeeyup."
Apple Bloom rose up on her tip-toes, squinting. "What in tarnation is a 'Kylie Minogue?'"