What If...

by TheMajorTechie


Sweetie and Scoots kept doing stupid stuff and appul filly no liek?

"Ma'am, this is a Wendy's!" Scootaloo screeched, firing her chicken sandwich yeet cannon for the fifth time that day. "We do not accept raw cabbage doused in gasoline as payment!"

Sweetie Belle ducked out of the way, smirking as the chicken sandwich flew past her head. "Oh, Scoots, I knew that you'd eventually give into temptation. How else would you walk right into my little trap?"

"THIS IS A WENDY'S, YOU HEAR? I DON'T SEE ANY TRAP IN THIS KITCHEN ANYWHERE."

"Guess what?"

Scootaloo fired another chicken sandwich at Sweetie Belle. "What?"

Sweetie Belle lit her horn, holding up and pressing a big red button.

"Staples, that was easy."

Wrong button, Sweetie.

"PREPARING INTERCONTINENTAL BALLISTIC MEATBALL."

"SINCE WHEN DID YOU HAVE AN ICBM?!" Scootaloo screeched, "I THOUGHT I STOCKPILED ALL OF THEM AS YEET CANNON AMMO!"

Meanwhile, Apple Bloom groaned, facehoofing at the scene and walking away.

Career day always seemed to be a little weird here in Ponyville.