Chapter 7: Lights, Cameras, Explosive Action!
Sweetie Belle flew to the group’s tree house as fast as she could, carrying in her mouth a copy of the newest Movie Madness magazine. She found something inside that she just had to show the girls. Bursting through the windows, she called out to her friends.
“GIRLS! Check out this magazine article!” The two other Filly Fighter Girls trotted over to see what all the fuss was about. The magazine was opened up to reveal a shocking story. The two gasped as they saw the incredible news.
“Sandy Lapper is gonna be in a spy movie?” They gasped, wondering how a well-known singer would do in a movie like that at her age.
“No! The next page!” Sweetie Belle’s smile returned when she saw her friends gasp at seeing what they were seeing on that page.
“THEY’RE MAKING A MOVIE ABOUT US?!” they yelled, shaking the tree house.
“Yeah! Isn’t it awesome?” Sweetie Belle’s enthusiasm wasn’t shared with her friends, both of whom had faces of concern. “What’s wrong?”
“At some point they’re gonna come an’ try to interview us more for the movie, maybe even ask us to be in it. Remember how we said we weren’t gonna try an’ be in show biz?” Apple Bloom had a point, but Sweetie Belle wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by.
“Aww. Please? It’ll be fun, trust me. Besides, better that we go to them when we have time rather than when danger might be near,” she said, flapping her eyelashes at them.
“Oh alright,” the leader said, causing Sweetie Belle to let a high-pitched giggle. Dogs could be heard barking outside from how high-pitched it was. Sweetie Belle then looked angry. “Hey! Who’s saying those mean things?”
“Um, Sweetie Belle, something wrong? Nopony said anything,” said Scootaloo.
“I thought, well, I’m guessing the excitement must be getting to me. Thought I heard some very nasty things being yelled. Anyway, we should head to the trailers that came into Ponyville. That’s the crew that’ll make the movie.”
“Wait, they’re in Ponyville?” Apple Bloom was surprised how quickly movie production was going.
“Of course, silly! I mean, we do live here and this is where it all happens. I thought you were the smart one.” Sweetie Belle giggled as she flew out the window. Her two other friends followed in formation, hoping to get this movie finished before trouble came to town.
The town square was filled all sorts of technical equipment one wouldn’t find in the small Earth pony village. Ponies of all different sorts were setting up for the movie, light stands and trailers being erected so that the movie could be started. Orders and directions were being yelled at from what seemed to be everywhere with everypony trying to fulfill them all out of fear that their time in show business would be cut short. The three girls landed right in the center of it all, somehow not being able to be noticed in the midst of all the chaos.
“You three!” a bronze mare with thick glasses yelled at the girls. “What are you doing here? This is a closed set, so you better get out now before you get in the way.”
“Are ye daft, girl? Dontcha know who these laddies are?” a thick Scottish voice yelled out. “Dos’ are the actual Fighter Filly Girls!” The mysterious voice soon revealed its form as a giant squid, driving itself around in a mobile fish tank with a keyboard inside it.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Cracken, sir. I-“
“Da! How many times I have ta’ correct ye! My name ain’t Mr. Cracken! It’s Mr. McCracken! My ancestors would’ve eaten ya fer such a dishonor. Be glad I dislike the taste of pony”. Everypony nearby immediately started working at least twice as hard after hearing that, hoping that he wouldn’t wonder about the taste of them for too long. None had ever asked him if he was joking since you usually don’t ask giant creatures about their diet for safety reasons. You might make them hungry.
“Um, hello Mr. McCracken sir. I’m Miss Chill, this is Strong Song and Danger Dash, and we’re the Fighter Filly Girls.”Apple Bloom felt less confident with her idea of simply giving them some help with the movie so they’d leave them alone later on after seeing this creature. She was unsure whether she should talk to it or prepare her Ice Breath.
“Proud te meet ya girls! Pleasure to see ya in the fur!” The cracked extended three of his tentacles over the edge of his tank, placing them right in front of the girls. They hesitantly grabbed them with their hooves and shook them, hoping not to be sick from the sliminess of it. The giant squid laughed as he pulled his slimy appendages away. “Sorry, but manners. Brave girls ye be, touching my slimy tentacles. I like yer spirit!”
“Anyway,” Apple Bloom tried to get back on track, “we were hoping that we could help you out with any details you need. We know that you’d probably try to get us at some point, so we decided to come and get it over with before any trouble came to town that would disrupt it.”
“Much appreaciated!” the creature said, bubbles floating up whenever he spoke. “I’ll formally introduce myself; the name is Mr. McCracken, and I’m the head writer and producer for this here movie! I’ve got a list of questions I’d like to ask you right now to really help out in the creation process, if ya don’t mind me askin’.”
“Sure! That’s what we came here for after all!” Apple Bloom was quick to bite her tongue as the assistant took out what looked to be a giant scroll and unfurled it, revealing a novel of questions for the girls to answer. This would be rough.
Ten hours had passed since the girls had started answering questions. The sky had become twilight as the sun was setting on them, leaving the girls tired. Sweetie Belle had never truly understood how much she really liked pasta until McMcracken grilled her on the subject, and Scootaloo now had a new appreciation of macramé. Apple Bloom had come to realize that most of her life had revolved around apples, something she had never really thought until that moment. The list was winding down to it last questions, McCracken becoming giddier as he approached the last one.
“Now, I just have one last, incredible emotional and powerful question to ask you,” the writer announced. “What horrible things have occurred because of you becoming super heroes?”
“Well,” Apple Bloom thought that question over, thinking of things that happened to everypony in the time they had gained their powers. She would answer that last question for them since her two other friends were obviously not going to; Sweetie Belle had long since passed out and was swept away by the janitor into a corner while Scootaloo had gone what appeared to be temporarily crazy with responding to all the questions with comments on being the lizard queen. She later on fainted and was swept away by the apathetic cleaner, placing her in the same place as Sweetie Belle. “I would have to say that getting to school has been an issue sometimes. We always make it on time, so at least it’s not that bad.”
“What?” the shocked Scot said. “You don’t have any parental issues? No addictions? Mental disturbances? Anything that would shock audiences?” The writer’s bronze assistant waited patiently to see if anything good came up.
“No!” Apple Bloom responded, weirded out by such a question. “We’re eight years old! We punch bad guys! We’re not crazy or such ‘cause of that! You grownups get all moody with that while we just like ta’ help out ponies.”
“Great! Just what ah’ need! A superhero story where the big reason the characters fight crime is to be all goody two shoes! How can ah’ get an Oscar with that?” McCracken stormed off in his aquarium, heading toward the snack table. He picked the entire thing up and emptied it all into his gullet. Feeling full, he calmed down and went back to Apple Bloom. “Alright Miss Chill, I guess that not everything needs to be inspired by horrific consequences. Ah’ mean, sure, it does make it more likely for me ta finally win an award, but that’s that. Guess it’ll have ta be a regular super hero story. Gold Glimmer! I want ya ta get a trailer ready for the Fighter Filly Girls! I’ll be needing to get them a place fer tomorrow when I call them down to help with shooting.”
“Yes sir!” the assistant saluted, checking a list and making preparations for tomorrow. “You three can have trailer number seven tomorrow when you come in. Be sure to arrive at exactly eight in the morning. Be sure to let your friends know that when they come to.” She then trotted away, leaving Apple Bloom baffled.
“Con son it!” she yelled out. She and her friends had unwittingly been forced to cooperate in the film. She decided to wake her two friends and tell them the news, then decided to head home. It was going to be a long day tomorrow.
At exactly eight the girls had arrived on set, three chairs set up next to where Mr. McCracken would be directing the film from. Gold Glimmer came by the girls, several notepads in her hooves.
“Alright, your main goal in this movie will be to provide notes on how scenes should be shot and events that happened, such as your big battles and what kinds of abilities you used. That should not only help out Mr. McCracken, but the actresses as well.”
“Actresses?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Yes. The actresses that’ll be playing you three.”
“Wait, you’re telling me that there are actresses playing US in a movie while we’re here giving notes on how the actresses can be more like us. So, why not just get everything out of the way and have us play as ourselves? Pretty certain we’d get the movie done a lot faster.”
“Except you aren’t union. Now, places everypony, and Mr. McCracken!” she added, realizing how odd that phrase sounded when talking about non-pony creatures. The large squid drove out onto the set, taking up his place next to the girls and the camera operator.
“Where my stars at?” he yelled out, looking around for the actresses who’d be playing the superheroes.
“Here! Sorry for the wait. Tara Song here had to bleach her coat again,” somepony who looked just like Apple Bloom told the crew. The Fighter Filly was actually astonished by the similarity of these other fillies.
“Hey! It’s not my fault that white gets dirty so fast! You know I’ve got to dye my hair white and purple. Still don’t know why I didn’t get the role of Miss Chill instead of Cathy Caviar here. I already have a beige coat, so it would’ve been pretty easy to do. Her coat’s pink AND she’s a pegasus, so you also have to deal with that.”
“The dress hides my wings, so I won’t have to worry about that. Besides, you know it’s because I remembered all the lines before audition AND I’m rather intelligent,” Cathy was fairly smug when she told her fellow actresses this. Tara was not very happy with her.
“Glad to see you two this morning. Thought I’d have to carry this movie all by myself,” a pony wearing green said, indicating that she was going to play the role of Danger Dash.
“Please, Daily Doo; the only way you’ll carry us is if we landed on your back,” Cathy responded.
“GRAH! Stop ye blithering ye three! Ye been doin’ this since we started!” the director yelled out. Apple Bloom, Scoots, and Sweetie Belle all looked at each other, shocked at badly the actresses got along. “Besides, right now we’re shooting an action scene with the bank heist, so we’ll be using the stunt doubles at the moment. Just wait an’ watch. By the way, actresses, meet yer subjects,” he said, pointing to the Fighter Filly Girls that were sitting right next to him. “They’ll be providin’ ya with notes on how they act. We’ll do action scenes first though so we can learn how they fight an’ have these three REAL superheroes back ta’ heroics soon enough. We can’t be takin’ away their time.”
“Would’ve guessed otherwise,” the pony playing Strong Song said under her breath. The three actresses then took their seats separately from each other while the stunt doubles got fitted. The CMC had to laugh at the sight of large colts dressing up as them, dresses and all. Wire harnesses were attached to them as well for the flying scenes and were brushing up on their notes.
“Alright, so what we’re doin’ is a rehearsal. What ah’ need you girls ta’ do is tell us what to improve on an’ what’d be more realistic.”
“I’m guessing having girls be the stunt doubles would be more realistic,” Apple Bloom told Mr. McCracken.
“Hah! True, but they’re just stunt doubles. In filming we use different film angles ta’ hide their faces. It’ll be good, trust
me.” The stunt doubles were put in position and the crew members gave the okay for everything to begin. “Take places!” he announced.
“Scene 42 Rehersal Bank Heist start!” yelled out the Clapper Loader. In an instant the alarm from Ponyville Bank went off and several robbers ran out of the bank with bags filled with bits, cackling as they ran out. Suddenly the three stunt doubles flew down and landed hard on the ground.
“Stop right there, evil doer!” the stunt double of Miss Chill ordered the bank robbers. “My ice is a little cold, but your crime has been put on hold!” Soon the giant fan that had been put aside was turned on as the stunt double put their lips out, attempting to imitate the ice breath. Shreds of paper were put in the wind, spraying the robber in the middle. He was covered in the paper and started shaking, acting as if he’d been frozen by the Ice Breath.
“Let’s get out of here!” one of the other robbers yelled. The two of them split up, going in opposite directions. Strong Song flew after the one on the right while Danger Dash went after the one going left, the wires pulling them up into the air. The stunt double dressed as Strong Song landed right in front of the robber and let out the signature Sonic Scream. At least it appeared to be that, seeing as the double opened his mouth and the robber acted like he was dizzy from that. He then fell over, the supercolt standing on top of him.
“Oh no!” the other robber yelled. Just as he was about to get to the end of the alley he was running through, the Danger Dash double landed right in front of him. The robber turned around and the double was now placed in front of him, looking down at him. Scootaloo didn’t get it at first, but then realized that what was happening was that the scene was supposed to show how fast she could go by blocking all directions that the robber could escape with her awesome speed. This happened two more times until the robber raised his two hooves in the air and surrendered.
“CUT!” McCracken yelled. The ponies returned to their original positions, one of the actors who was a robber leaving behind one of the bags. Sweetie Belle saw that and went over, picking the bag up and feeling its weight.
“Hey, are these real bits you’re using?”
“Aye! Ain’t it great. The mayor said we could use the real stuff fer authenticity! A trustin’ missy, that one. Glad a couple supermares can be security as well. Hahaha! Anyhow, ye got any notes?”
Apple Bloom was the first to talk, saying, “Honestly, that was great! Though, what’s with the motto of mine? Ah’ only used it once, so it ain’t something regular.”
“Speaking of regular, since when did we stop a bank robbery? That’s news to me,” added Scootaloo.
“Just some artistic licensing. Makes the story more engaging,” Gold Glimmer added, going over the dozens of clipboards that the girls were certain that she got so she could appear busy without doing anything. “The same with your motto. Goes well with your name, so we decided to incorporate it into the story. Remember that this is BASED on what you’ve done, not fully accurate.”
“Thank you, Gold. Didn’t want ta’ need n’ explain what’s goin’ on,” the director told his assistant. “Anything else?”
“Well,” Sweetie Belle said, thinking. “My Sonic Scream usually has a different effect on ponies when it comes to reactions. They’re usually more shocked than anything else.”
“Same thing with my Ice Breath. The effect sometimes changes with intensity of breathing and such. It’s a bit difficult to explain.” Apple Bloom thought of something at that exact moment. “Hey! Maybe we can help with rehearsal by actually acting out the scene! That way you get actual experience with what we do and those three can see how we act!” she pointed to the three actresses, each grabbing something from the snack table. “We got a deal?”
McCracken cackled for a bit in his aquarium before saying, “Sure! Can’t wait to see how this works. Alright all ya’ ponies, time for another rehearsal, this time with the Fighter Filly Girls themselves!” There was a murmur among the set while everypony got into their places for the scene. The actresses who’d be representing the three in the movie paid particular attention.
“Scene 42 Bank Heist Rehearsal start!” was yelled, and the alarm for the bank went off. The three robbers exited the bank with their cackling, feeling as if they had successfully pulled off their crime. At that moment the three Fighter Filly Girls descended right in front of them in formation.
“You ain’t goin’ anywhere! Ma’ ice may be cold, but I’m puttin’ your crime on hold!” Apple Bloom declared as she performed her Ice Breath ability. She had to admit that the catchphrase was a fun thing to have and kept it. Instead of her breath targeting just one robber however, it looked as if it would hit all three. The two robbers quickly jumped out of the way and the one in dead center was quickly frozen in place, his body encased in a thin case of ice.
“WOAH!” Cathy said as she saw this happen. She had studied the role of Miss Chill for her part, but even she was shocked at how powerful her breath was. The two other robbers were speeding away, the actors playing them genuinely afraid of what might happen. The first one to get caught was the one Sweetie Belle was after.
“Sorry, she whispered before unleashing her Sonic Scream. Everypony on set grabbed their ears when it went off, not expecting it to be THAT loud. Cracks in Mr. McCracken’s tank suddenly started to appear, each one quickly being patched by an intern. The scream soon stopped, leaving the robber in front of her bewildered and stunned. He started blubbering something just before falling down out of shock.
“Oh horse apples!” the last remaining robber said as he went through the alley. He hoped that Danger Dash would be kind to him and not leave him pummeled. That hope was quickly dashed when Dash stuck out her hoof as the robber exited the alley, tripping him.
“Hah! Thought you’d get away? Nothing is too fast for Danger Dash!” she announced, flexing off. The robber tried to maintain character even though he knew the fate that awaited him, charging after the filly in an attempt to land a punch on her. “Not so fast!”, “Too slow!”, and, “I think this is embarrassing for both of us,” she yelled out after dodging each punch. “Here, I’ll make this easier for you,” she told him as she grabbed the hoof that was attempting to punch and started swinging him around. The robber started praying to himself, asking to at least survive this move and remembered that it would all be worth it in the end when he could get serious roles. He was soon launched straight through the alleyway, hitting the pony who had been frozen and breaking him out of his shell, both of them landing on top of the stunned pony on the other end of the set.
“CUT!” the stunned director yelled. Everypony on set had been shocked by what they had seen. It was one thing to read about such powers, but another thing entirely to see them in action. “That was BRILLIANT! You all, saw that, right? Tara, Cathy, Daily, you all saw that, right?”
“Yeah,” they all responded, each of them still somewhat dazed by what they had seen.
“Alright! Everypony in position fer real this time! I want ma’ main fillies on set to try an’ do what was just done, special effects helpin’ of course. Get wires attached to the robber that Dash went after fer the throw.” The special effects crew tried to recuperate the actors playing robbers, each of them still stunned. The one Scootaloo threw was simply dazed and dizzy from the swirling that accompanied the throw while the one who had been frozen was still shivering. The robber who took a Sonic Scream to the face had to deal with loss of hearing and balance, so it looked as if it would take a while for him to recover. “Come on! We only need ye fer one shot, then off with ya to yer medical tents an’ such! Positions!”
“Let’s get this done in one shoot. I don’t think the actors playing robbers can stand much longer,” Cathy pointed out as she saw the actors trying to get back inside the bank, one shivering constantly while the others kept nearly falling down the steps, only to bump into each other.
“Please, that’ll be easy. Just remember your lines and we’ll do just fine. I know I will,” Daily told the others.
“Don’t worry. If we mess up, it won’t be because of me. I’ve got my lines memorized,” Tara told the two as they took to the set.
“Scene 42 Bank Heist action!” was yelled, the alarm for the bank going off. The robbers exited as before, looking as if they were perfectly fine and weren’t just beaten down by super powered fillies. They were pretty good at acting.
“You ain’t goin’ anywhere!” the actress yelled out. She then used her ‘Ice Breath’ and the wind blew, covering the target in paper flakes and what looked like some sandwich wrap to simulate being in ice. The two other actresses were then lifted in the air with the wires, chasing after other robbers. “Yee-haw!” she yelled out, standing on top of the captured criminal.
“Wait, CUT!” Tara yelled out, causing the crew to be baffled by this. “Cathy, Miss Chill isn’t some country hick who yells out ‘yee haw’ simply because she has that accent. You’re just stereotyping.” Apple Bloom didn’t know what kind of reaction she should have for that statement.
“EXCUSE ME Miss Voice Actress! I didn’t know that I had to run every line through your approval before I could say it. Didn’t know that you owned the rights to talking.”
“Seriously? You guys are going on about voices?” Daily chimed in. “Just stick to the script, alright? No need to ad lib stuff just to seem inventive.”
“GRAH!” MrCracken yelled, annoyed by his uncooperative actors. “Alright, Cathy, right now just stick to the script. What the Filly Fighters did was excellent, so I don’t want to start adding things that bring it down. Let’s take it from the top, ponies!” Tara stuck out her tongue to her coworker, who responded with a glare.
“Geez, they REALLY don’t get along,” Apple Bloom whispered to her friends. The silently nodded as the filming started
again.
“And, ACTION!”
Once again the alarms for the bank went off, the robbers doing their same routine. The girls arrived on the scene and started to speak their lines.
“You ain’t goin’- OH what now?!” Cathy yelled as she saw what appeared to be several black tentacles grabbing the bags of bits straight from the robber’s hooves. “Since when was this in the script? Seriously, this is the reason I ad lib; the writers themselves don’t stick to their own script.”
“This ain’t part of mah’ script! Something’s trying to take away the money!” The director yelled out, trying to get everypony’s attention to what was going on.
“Something, or somepony?!” yelled out a figure who soon revealed herself to be a mare. She wore what appeared to be a red dress and had a snow-white coat. Her mane and tail were black, with what appeared to be different parts of her mane holding several of the bags of money. “Behave yourself boys; I’m a real handful,” she said before knocking out the actors playing robbers by hitting them with strands of her mane that seemed to stretch out.
“Who are ye n’ why’re ya messin’ with mah’ movie?” Mr. McCracken asked.
“Me? I’m a girl who wants to produce, but has to deal with not only having no funds, but also dealing with guys like you, mister big times producer/writer/director. You keep small-time ponies like me from being seen with your projects, and I’m going to put a stop to that. My name is that of my desired profession, and that is Produsa! Hahahahaha!” She started moving her long mane around, attacking several of the crew members and destroying some equipment. Everypony started to flee, but their paths of escape were blocked by several trailers. The Fighter Filly Girls saw this and immediately went into action. Scootaloo moved the trailers to allow the ponies to escape while Sweetie Belle evacuated them (Mr. McCracken refusing to leave, saying that he needed to stay on the project to the very end). Apple Bloom was the distraction, keeping the villainess busy while they evacuated the area.
“Is that everypony?” Apple Bloom asked, just ducking a swing of one of her hair locks.
“I can’t find the actresses! Where are they?” Little did Sweetie Belle know is that those three were hiding under one of the trailers, scared of moving out.
“Oh hay, this is bad,” Daily said as some of Produsa’s hair whipped right by them.
“Do any of us have a plan?” Tara asked them.
“Just stay quiet and we’ll be fine. After all, the real Filly Fighter Girls can beat this crazy mare easily!” Cathy would have to eat her words as Miss Chill was finally knocked down by one of Produsa’s attacks. The three were shocked to see her go down.
“Ha! Your leader’s down. What are you going to do now?” the villain taunted them.
“Ah’ don’t know what they’ll do, but here’s what AH’LL DO!” Mr. McCracken then raised himself out of his aquarium and onto the ground. He then let lose every single one of his tentacles, grabbing each lock of hair that the pony had been swinging around. “Nopony is gonna stop mah’ picture!” he declared, pulling on the hair as hard as he could. Produsa pulled back as well, putting the two into a deadlock while Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo went to fight her.
“So you think you’ve got me beat, calamari? I’m afraid I have some bad news for you; that hair is only from my mane!” She suddenly used her tail to grab the two fillies that were still flying, along with Apple Bloom, and started squeezing tightly. “I’ll finish these three off, and then I’ll handle you!” She cackled violently as victory appeared to be at hand.
“Alright, we HAVE to do something!” Tara said to the other actresses.
“You’re right, but what can we actually do? Think, come on, think!” Cathy thought as hard as she could, trying to find a way to solve their dilemma. “Ugh, I wish I had some gum. I always think clearer when chewing it.” In a moment of revelation, the actress had an idea. “That’s it! Girls, do you have any gum?”
“Come on, Cathy! We really need to come up with a plan,” Daily told her.
“But that’s it! What’s the worst thing that could possibly get stuck in your hair?”
The two realized where she was going with this before yelling out, “GUM!”
“Exactly! I have tons of the stuff in my trailer. I, um, may be a little addicted to the stuff. Anyway, we need to chew up all we can and get it into her hair. You with me?” The two nodded, and the three quickly galloped into Cathy’s trailer with all their might.
“So, those pesky actresses are still here? I’ll take care of them soon.” Produsa focused on keeping the giant squid it bay while trying to squeeze the life out of the girls. It was all very taxing. Several minutes passed, nothing happening. The hair-themed villain felt as if she were between a rock and a hard place, having to divert the strength she had in her tail to her mane to keep control. She hoped that soon enough, the three Fighter Filly Girls would lose and she could then focus on the director she hated so much.
“Hey, Produsa!” called out Cathy. The villain soon turned to meet the call and was met with a wad of gum hitting her in the face.
“Is this…gum? HOW DARE YOU GET GUM IN MY HAIR! I’LL-“ Another wad soon landed to the side of her face. And another. Soon a rain of sticky fell upon her, causing her locks to become sticky and hard to move. “GRAH!” she yelled out, using her tail to try and hit her assailants. “You won’t stand a chance with…oh,” was her expression when she realized what she had been holding with her tail was now let go.
“So, how about we give your do some shock!” Scootaloo charged of her lightning and then clapped her hooves together with all her might. The air became filled with static charge, making Produsa’s strong and luscious hair become frizzy and unmanageable. With her locks of hair no longer and thick and tough as they were, the girls were able to use Heat Vision to cut it.
“NOOOOO!” she bellowed, seeing her precious hair destroyed before her very eyes. Her long hair was now short and practically useless in combat. “I won’t let you get away with this! I’ll-“ Her speech about vengeance was cut short as three tentacles wrapped together collapsed down on her, crushing not only her body, but her hopes.
“NOPONY MESSES WITH MCCRACKEN!” the director yelled out, brimming with anger and excitement. “ANY OTHER CREATURES WANNA MESS WITH A MAD ARTIST?”
“Ah’ think we’re good, Mr. McCracken,” Apple Bloom said, trying to calm the director before he decided to destroy Ponyville. “So, everything looks good then! Thanks for the help you three,” she said, directed at Cathy, Tara, and Daily, each of whom was coming out of their outpost filled with pre-chewed gum wads.
“No problem! We couldn’t let her defeat you while we just stood and watched. It was all thanks to Cathy with her idea with gum.”
“I can’t take all the credit for it all, Tara. Daily Doo was awesome when it came to chewing all that gum. I’ve never seen somepony put twenty sticks of gum at once and chew it at the same rate as a pony with one stick.”
“I have to admit I was good at that. Tara, you were really fast with shooting that gum! I saw you shoot, like, a piece per second.”
“I know! I didn’t even know I could do that. You guys are pretty cool, you know that? I don’t even know why we fought before.”
“Maybe because we felt like we got the wrong roles for the film. Honestly, I feel more comfortable playing the role of Danger Dash more than ever!”
“Same here! Cathy, I’m sorry that I’ve been mean to you. I just wanted to play a character that ponies thought were intelligent and tough. Most ponies usually cast me as ‘innocent’ and ‘harmless’, saying, ‘Oh, Tara can’t play a role like that! She’s too sweet!” Tara was really starting to bear her heart to what seemed to be her new friends.
“It’s alright. Truth is, I only applied to that role because it seems like characters that are smart and cool are all I can play. Sometimes I’d just like to have fun with a role. They’ll think that Cathy’s supposed to be this big name actress and play big roles.” The two looked at Daisy, expecting her to reveal something.
“Honestly, I never had any issues with you two. I just want to act, so when you started bickering I just got really angry. Huh, maybe the fact that I can’t stand fighting, making me angry, is why I don’t actually have any friends. If we ever had a disagreement I’d get angry and they’d be scared away.”
“Aww. We know what that’s like to get angry. After all, look at how we are right now. We aren’t scared away by fighting or you being angry,” Cathy let Daily Doo know. Daily was so happy to hear that from somepony. She was so happy to hear that that she immediately hugged the two in her arms. She could finally have friends that wouldn’t be scared away.
“Well, all’s well that ends well. Now, let’s get things cleaned up and make a movie!” Scootaloo yelled out.
“Ya kiddin’ me! All our stuff if wrecked, an’ the studio will have mah’ head fer this! Besides, the more ah’ think on it, a movie doesn’t seem appropriate fer this kind of situation. Too many things to cover in one film. Thinkin’ of tryin’ mah hand with animation, ya know?” McCracken rubbed what appeared to be his chin while he thought this idea through. “Ya know what? I’ll do just that! Gold Glimmer, ya here?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, peeping her head out of a trash can.
“Make a note to contact some of mah animation connections. Several ponies of interest: Jenny Tartsy, Savvy Nose, Rina Dodgers, and McTire, a mechanic who’s actually pretty good with animation.”
“Should I include Miss Joust, sir?” Gold asked, a smirk on her face while she did.
“Brave Joust?” McCracken seemed to blush when he said her name. “Um, sure, why not? She’s done well on other projects, like that one involving dancing cats. Anyway, we’ll need voice actresses. Tara, ah’ know you’ve got experience with that, so ah’ want you to still have yer part. Ya know any ponies who have experience as well?” The two friends looked sad when they heard that. It meant that they wouldn’t be able to work together, just after all they had been through.
“Sir, if I may be blunt, I think that Cathy and Daily Doo would be perfect to do the voices of them,” Tara told the director to the delight of her new friends.
“Alright then. Let the guards clean up an’ we’re done here! Thank ye, Fighter filly Girls, fer yer cooperation in this production.” McCracken and his assistant, along with the three new friends, went off, leaving the girls alone.
“Well, that was interesting,” Sweetie Belle said. Captain Obvious would be so proud.
“Yeah. So, you girls wanna catch a movie?” Scootaloo received glares of disbelief, followed by an apathetic ‘ok’.
“Awesome! I really wanna watch that new comedy about dancing cats. Sounds interesting.” The three set off to the theater, hoping to see said movie about cats and dancing. So once again that day was saved, by BOTH Fighter Filly Girls! Oh, and a giant squid.