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// Eleven 
// Story: Cutie Mark Crusaders: Lemonade Sellers! Yay! 
// by destinedjagold 
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	“Mommy?” a young filly asked as she blinked at the mechanically-humming vending machine. She then turned her head towards her mother, who was also staring dumbfounded at the transparent glass front cover-case-thing of the vending machine where ponies can see the cold canned drinks. “Why are there two ponies inside the vending machine?”

Leaning painfully against the glass inside the vending machine were Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, crying for help, but their loud voices were drowned by the low humming of the mechanical hum of the vending machine.

The filly's mother shook her head. “No clue sweetie, but uh,” she looked around, “let's go and find somepony who can help them...”

With that, the filly nodded and the duo quickly walked away. Are they going to seek out a pony to help? Meh, probably not.

Just then, three fillies walked pass the vending machine. One of them turned her attention to their mechanical rival of lemonade, and shrieked in horror at the sight of the crying fillies trapped inside.

“Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom shouted, making the other two stop and flinch.

The two then turned to see what was up, and gasped at what they saw.

But Scootaloo then sighed. “Oh, it's just them. Pfft, com'on girls.” She said, waving a hoof to dismiss any concern.

“‘Just them’? Scootaloo, they need help!” Apple Bloom exclaimed. “Get that portal gun o'yours, quick!”

The two failed to notice that Sweetie Belle calmly went back behind their lemonade stand—carefully going around the portal hole on the ground—searching for something inside their toy wagons.

But the pegasus groaned in response. “Why do we have to help them anyway?”

Apple Bloom glared at her. “Well, do you want to be in there?”

“That's the point!” Scootaloo argued. “If we leave them there, then we're safe!”

The two once again failed to notice Sweetie Belle had set up a tripod behind them.

“Ah don't care! Just go get your portal gun!”

“Who are you: my mom!?”

The two glared fiercely at each other, trying to push an invisible beam to death against each other, only to fade in reality as Sweetie Belle's melodic voice broke the tension in between them.

“Photo shoot, anyone?”

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo turned towards the innocently-smiling unicorn filly. They stared at her for a while, and blink, and then a grin has spread across their muzzles.