The Fighter Filly Girls!

by Mod On Death

Green Is Their Color

A week had passed since the film incident, the town still talking about what had happened with the villainous mare. Nopony had seen anything like that done before with hair, even Rarity with her knowledge of all things fabulous. The three Fighter Filly Girls were glad that they didn’t have to deal with any more super powered ponies for the moment and used that time to rest. Sweetie Belle decided to work on her Sonic Scream so she could control it, as well as trying to figure out if she had another personal ability. Scootaloo spent her free time flying outside of Ponyville, appreciating the sights of the world and simply being able to relax. She found this to be the most enjoyable part of her powers, seeing as she had wanted to fly her entire life and now had the opportunity to. Apple Bloom had recently discovered a love of reading highly informational books now that she understood everything that was being said. She also decided to balance the family’s budget at the dismay of Big Mac, who apparently had been using a unique balancing system for checks that required certain bills to be paid and other checks cancelled before going through. Sadly she wasn’t as smart as she thought she was at everything. Whatever was going on though, the girls were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

One day after classes were finished, the girls met to have shakes at Sugar Cube Corner. Things were going well for Apple Bloom with her new intelligence, quickly becoming the top student in the class. She had just found that out today and that was what they were celebrating right then.

“Another round, Mr. Cake!” ordered Apple Bloom.

“Right away, girls!” he replied, filling up the glasses with their favorite flavors. He then put them on a tray and delivered it to them. “So, anything special going on with you three? You seem awfully cheery today.”

“Yeah! We just heard that Apple Bloom’s now the smartest student in our class!” Sweetie Belle explained.

“Aww shucks, it’s nothing.” Apple Bloom was embarrassed by all the attention her new intelligence had brought to her. She also felt a little guilty about it as well due to the fact that it was all because of super powers and not hard work, but her friends told her that being naturally good at something is fine as well. She still felt wrong about it at times.

“Don’t be so modest! It’s quite an achievement. Why, when I was your age-“ Mr. Cake’s sad childhood story would have to wait, as at that moment a large group of green creatures entered his shop.

“Hey, Mr. Cake. Me n’ my boys just decided to drop in and see whatcha got. You mind?” asked one of the creatures, dressed smoothly with shades.

“Oh, um, sure thing Mr. Flush sir,” Mr. Cake responded nervously.

“HEY! Toldja to call me by my full name! It’s Royal Flush, not Mr. Flush. Sounds like something completely different,” he yelled out, making the girls laugh. He glared at the three with a vicious glare, stopping the three in their chuckling. “Anyway, hope ya don’t mind if we sample some things now, do ya?”

“Boys, I’m sorry but I can’t let you-“ the concerned shop owner was interrupted as the leader of the group took him into his arm.

“Now now, we can’t have that going on. Boys, time to sample the wares!” The group spread out and started eating some of the sweets in the store. There was one who looked incredibly thin and was helping himself to the taffy. Another was small, about the size of the girls, and was digging into the milkshake machine. There was also a large guy who barely managed to squeeze through the doorway that was chowing down on the rock candy. Lastly was another of what the girls assumed to be the same creature, seeing as it looked more feral than the others who at least could speak, and was chugging pop rocks into his mouth.

“Excuse me, but who are you guys?” Apple Bloom finally asked the group.

“The name’s Royal Flush, and this skinny guy here is Slender, the big guy is Large Larry, tiny guy is Pico Pequeno, and the guy who can’t really be described is Digger. Togetha’ we’re the Green Goblin Gang.” Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle looked on with anger as they saw the shop being ransacked, while Scootaloo seemed to be in a trance at the boss’ words. Sadly they wouldn’t be able to do anything without giving away their secret identities, so they decided to bide their time.

“Alright, the moment they leave, we find a place to change and stop them, alright?”

“Sure,” Sweetie Belle answered to their leader’s plan. The two looked at Scootaloo, noticing that she wasn’t responding.

“Oh, um, sure,” she quickly told the two as she felt the eyes on the back of her neck. The Green Goblin Gang soon exited the shop, the three following them, feeling awful for leaving Mr. Cake in his time of need.

“Hope he’ll be okay,” Sweetie Belle said.

“He will be when he sees those punks behind bars. Come on!” Apple Bloom led her friends to a nearby alley where they took out their costumes and through them up into the air, flying straight into them and then chasing after the gang.

“There they are!” Sweetie Belle told the group, pointing at the five green goblins as they were picking on some kids who were in the park.

“Hey, kid, you want your ball back?” RF asked the small colt.

“Y-yes mister.”

“Well then, CATCH!” The leader of the gang through the ball straight into the face of the small colt, knocking him on the ground and making him cry. The group laughed when they saw this and started to tease him more.

“Stop right there!” Apple Bloom yelled out, causing the gang’s attention to be redirected. “You three should be ashamed of yourselves, picking on an innocent foal.”

“Miss Chill, ya got it all wrong! We weren’t picking on the kid, we were just, uh, playing with him. He dropped his ball and I just picked it up and threw it back to him a little too hard. Nothing criminal.” Royal then walked over to the kid and helped him up. “You okay, kid?”

“Yeah,” he answered nervously.

“See, all’s well that ends well. Nothing but a kid and his ball.”

“I doubt that Mr. Cake feels the same way about you and his shop,” said Sweetie Belle. Scootaloo seemed to almost be sitting this one out.

“We was just having some samples. He didn’t object or nothing. If he did, be sure that we would’ve stopped right then and there. In fact, next time I go there with my boys, we’ll buy some of his delicious wares, am I right?”

“Hehe, sure thing boss,” Slender hissed out. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had an incredulous look on their faces, not believing a word said. Scootaloo seemed taken in however.

“Um, girls? I actually think we should give them a second chance,” she finally said, shocking her friends.

“Are you serious?” Apple Bloom had to ask.

“Well, they don’t really seem dangerous. They just seem like they’re playing around. Not much else. Are we gonna beat them up for that?” Apple Bloom thought this over and realized, even though it hurt, that her friend had a point.

“Oh, alright. Just don’t get into any more trouble.” The gang cheered when they heard that and started walking away.

“Thanks Miss Chill, Strong Song, and ESPECIALLY Danger Dash,” Flash thanked the group, pointing a finger at Scootaloo and winking. The little filly blushed at that, her friends noticing.

“Uh, what just happened?” the two asked the blushing filly.

“What? I just thought that they were innocent, that’s all. Let’s look around for any other things going on in Ponyville.” She then sped off, nervous about what her friends got any more suspicious.

The town of Ponyville! A marvelous place to live where the weather is always nice, animals frolic in peace, and the kindest ponies in the world live with each- BRRRRRRRRING! BRRRRRRRRING! Hold on and let me get that. Hello?

“Yeah, I’m just calling to ask you if your refrigerator is running.”

Yes it is, why?

“Well then, you better go catch it!”

What?! Who is this? I’m the narrator! When I find out who this is I’ll make sure to describe you in a negative manner! Hello?

“Hahaha! What a chump!”

Oh great, it’s Royal Flush and his gang making prank calls. I hope he breaks his dialing finger.

“Alright, who’s next?” the big, dumb looking guy asked his big, dumb looking crew.

“Ooh! Me, boss! Me!” begged Slender.

“Sure thing.” The phone was handed over and a random number was picked out of a phone book. The phone hummed, followed by a pony’s greeting.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, I’m looking for somepony named Ignatius Peppercorn Freely. Friends call him I.P. Is he around there?”

“I’ll call out for him. Hey, I.P.! I.P! Everypony, I.P. Freely!” Chuckling could be heard on the other line as the other ponies that were there new that it was a prank.

“Why you little-“ he was cut off, the gang laughing at how well that went.

“I’ve got another one,” he said, dialing another number. Somepony picked up the phone and introduced them.

“Trot Comics, how can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m looking for a fellow by the name of Bates. He’s a Lord, so I’m afraid he only responds if you first call him ‘Master’. Could you please get a hold of him?” The group snickered as they heard this and barely held it in while they waited for her to come back. What happened next they did not expect.

“Yes, Bates here,” was the response. They were shocked that somepony actually answered to that and tried to come up with another joke to recover from this.

“I was just wondering if you had heard about me losing my dear dog. Have you seen my wei-“

“Listen, I already knew that this was a prank call that my receptionist told me that somepony asked to call me Master. Honestly, I deal with that joke so much that it’s become a cliché in my life. So, yeah, come up with better material or something.” The phone was hung up, leaving the group stunned at what just happened.

“Aww, that was awful!” Royal yelled out in his shriek, freakish, poopy voice.

“Sorry boss, won’t happen again. I’ll get better.”

“No! I mean who we’re calling! This is chump stuff. We’re better than this. We should go for something big, you know?” The group mumbled in agreement with their boss. “Think, who could we prank on a level that big?” As if to answer their question, a flyer blew right into Royal’s ugly face, on it something of interest.

“Boys, I know just what to do.”

Mayor Mare was working at her desk signing papers and different bills that would help shape Ponyville. She recently had to deal with tons of cleanup requests she was getting thanks to the new villains attacking the town. For her though, this wasn’t that much difference of her normal day for her. She remembered the times she had to deal with rebuilding the town after the Parasprites ate everything, or the time a giant dragon had suddenly started rampaging. The amount of stress cleaning up after Discord put her through almost made her declare herself Supreme Leader of Ponyville and execute anypony that even looked at her funny. She had some rough times.

BRRRRRRRRRING! rang the phone on her desk. She picked it up, expecting some regular call about a boring meeting or filling out those TPS reports, even though that wasn’t even related to her job. She picked up the phone, annoyance in her voice.

“Hello?”

“Is this Mayor Mare?” a smooth, gentle voice asked.

“Yes. Who may I ask is calling?”

“It is I, Princess Celestia.”

Oh, buck.

“PRINCESS! I’m so sorry for not properly greeting you. To what do I owe this honor?”

“Actually I am the one who is honored, for today I have the honor of awarding you the ‘Mayor of the Decade’ Award for all your hard work in managing Ponyville. I request that you come immediately to Canterlot so I may bestow the award to you. Are you able to come at this moment?”

“RIGHT AWAY, MAM!” The Mayor was so excited to hear that news! She was finally being appreciated for all the work she put into making this town run. She packed her bags and was ready to run out the door just before she realized that she hadn’t thanked the princess yet.

“Oh, thank you for this honor your highness. I hope the town can manage to be without me leading it for a day.”
“I already have a solution for that. Right outside you will find a group of five suitable gentlemen that I have sent to take over for you. I hope that you enjoy your trip to Canterlot. See you soon!” The princess hung up, leaving the Mayor in a state of euphoria. She rushed out her front door and saw the group of gentlemen the princess had mentioned.
“Here’s the key to the town. Good luck!” she yelled out, tossing the key to them as she ran to the train station. She couldn’t wait to get her award. Her trip would turn out to be different from what she expected.

“Well boys, looks like we’re in the big leagues now. Good job, Digger. Didn’t know you could do that with your voice.” The goblin responded to his boss with a burp. “Now that we have the mayor’s phone, we can make the greatest prank calls ever! Find her address book and we’ll find the best ponies to prank.” The group entered the mayor’s office, looking around for the book.

“Hey, boss man, I found it!” Pico yelled out. Royal grabbed the book and started flipping through its pages. He started laughing as he saw several names that he thought would make great targets.

“Alright Digger, better get you Mayor Mare impression ready, ‘cause we’re about to make a couple calls!”

Mayor Mare had gotten in line to buy a ticket, waiting gleefully for the line to move so she could take the next train to Canterlot. She had her ticket money ready and hoped that her ride would be pleasant. It had been so long since she had actually left Ponyville with all the duties she needed to perform.

“Next,” the mare in the booth called, pushing the line forward. There were only three other ponies in front of her now. The bag she brought with her was a bit heavy, so waiting was starting to put a strain on her back. Hopefully she could sit down after purchasing her ticket. “Next,” was called again, now making it two ahead of her. She’d be in the clear soon.

“Excuse me, mam, but could I check the contents of your bag?” a security colt asked her.

“What?” she asked, confused by the question.

“The bag, mam. We wish to investigate its contents.”

“Oh,” the mayor said to herself, remembering the security measures she had installed in the train station recently to cut down on any possible accidents, or attacks, from occurring. “Look, you do know who I am, so could we not do that here? I’m hoping to purchase a ticket.”

“Mam, I cannot allow you to purchase a ticket until I see the contents of that bag. You have been randomly selected and must follow procedure.” The guard seemed to be getting more agitated the longer this took.

“Next,” the mare at the window called out, only one pony being in the way of the mayor purchasing a ticket.

“Oh, fine,” she said, handing over her bag to the guard. She felt somewhat relieved to have that large bag off of her however. She stretched out a little before noticing that she was now at the front of the line and that the train had just pulled in. She approached the counter, but was quickly stopped by the guard.

“Mam, what is this?” he asked her, holding out a bottle. She got nervous and didn’t want to answer the question.

“It’s, um, personal,” she replied hoping that would be enough.

“Mam, answer the question.” Another guard overheard him and came over, looking like he was ready to offer aid in case something went down.

“Please, I don’t want to say it out loud. It’s…embarrassing for a lady to say. I mean, a bunch of colts like you asking that sort of stuff.”

“Please answer the question, mam,” a mare security guard demanded. It didn’t look like she would be getting out of this one.

“Oh fine! It’s hair dye, alright? I dye my hair with that stuff,” she finally admitted, embarrassed as she told the three of them.

“Chemicals like this aren’t allowed on board, mam. You’ll have to leave this here,” the female guard told the mayor.

“Oh. Well, can I at least bring this?” The mayor started to pull out a large, oblong metal object from her bag, causing the two colts to suddenly be alarmed.

“WEAPON! DIVE! DIVE! DIVE!” they yelled out as they both jumped on her. The mayor was crushed, the object she pulled out being revealed. The two guards blushed as they saw what she had in her bag.

“Oh, um, wow, this is embarrassing,” one of the colts said as he saw the object on the ground. “Should we pick this up or-“

“Oh for goodness- it’s a curling iron you two,” the female guard told her coworkers. They looked even more embarrassed after hearing that bit.

"We know. Still..." Mayor Mare was able to come to, just in time to see her train leave without her. Looks like this trip was going to take longer than expected.

Mr. Quill was having a nice day, having sold thirty quills and three couches today. This looked like it was a good day for his unorthodox business. It was just about lunchtime when he received a phone call. He looked at his caller I.D. and noticed that the caller was from City Hall.

“Hello and welcome to Quills and Couches! How may I help you?”

“This is Mayor Mare, I have terrible news! I’ve just been informed that the location where you bought your couches from is suffering a terrible flea infestation.”

“You mean Fillydelphia?” he asked, confused at this news. He hadn’t heard of anything like that on the news.

“Yes, Fillydelphia. They’ve been keeping it quiet to not make a big scare. Anyway, I need for you to take all of your couches outside and burn them this very instant.”

“WHAT?! Mayor Mare, these couches are my livelihood! What will I do without them?”

“Just sell your quills?”

“Oh. Okay then. Bye.” The sad colt knew what he had to do and dragged the couches out into the street and piled them together to the best of his abilities. Using some gasoline he had lying around, he spread it over the couches, lit a match, and set them aflame. He tried not to, but ended up crying.

“Oh well!” he said, suddenly snapping out of his sadness. “I guess I’ll just sell quills for now then. At least I’m not like Breezy Fan with his shop, selling only one item. How ridiculous would that be?”

Mayor Mare managed to catch the last train out of Ponyville just in time after being interrogated by the guards. They had kept her under the suspicion she was a changeling and interrogated her for two hours straight. She barely managed to get a ticket and get on the train before it left.

“I’ll have to remind myself to reduce funding for the guards,” she told herself as she positioned herself in her seat. She decided to leave her luggage at the station so she wouldn’t have to deal with any more searching nonsense. She just hoped that what she was wearing would be good enough for the princess.

“Alright folks, checking tickets!” the conductor yelled. The mayor checked herself for her ticket so she could get it stamped, noticing something was wrong.

“Uh oh,” she said, realizing that she had misplaced her ticket. Normally she’d store something like that in a bag, but she wasn’t wearing one. Her only hope rests in the inability of the conductor to see her.

“Ticket, mam.” Horse apples.

“Um, excuse me sir, but I seem to have misplaced my ticket.” She put on her best face and hoped that the conductor would understand enough to let her pass.

“No ticket, huh? Don’t worry! I know what to do to help out. Follow me.” The conductor led the mayor to the door that would lead her into the next car and opened it. The mayor assumed that he was leading her into the next car, but she was promptly lifted up into the air and given a swift kick outside of the train. The conductor then turned his head to the car filled with onlookers and yelled out, “SHE DIDN’T HAVE A TICKET.” The rest of the passengers immediately raised their tickets in the air.

“Buck me!” Mayor Mare yelled to herself as she ran after the train. She managed to climb aboard a railroad car just in time. She had landed in mud and was now wet and filthy with no change of clothes available. She realized that she also didn’t have any money on her as well, another problem caused by her leaving her luggage behind. Hopefully the princess would help pay for travel on the way back after hearing how she was treated. That was the only thing keeping her going at this point.

Breezy Fan was enjoying his day, loving how the weather was hot and humid in town. Whenever it was like this he would usually have tons of business. Nopony had come in yet, but he knew once that noon weather hit that the ponies would soon start to pile in. He ate his lunch and waited in anticipation for the first several customers to arrive when he received a phone call.

“Breezy’s Fans! Our service will blow you away. How can we help you?”

“This is Mayor Mare, calling to warn you that I just received a report that a shipment of fans headed to our town was using defective parts and may explode. I’m here to ask that you remove all fans from sale and leave them outside for proper authorities to take them away safely.” Breezy suddenly went blank at this news. He couldn’t believe a word of what he was hearing right then.

“But, but how can I even run my store without fans? That’s what I sell,” he asked, trying to figure out this mess he now had to deal with.

“Sell quills then,” the Mayor told him.

“But Quills and Couches has a monopoly on quills! I can’t do that!” The phone had been hung, up, leaving Breezy with his soon to be disposed fans. He gathered them all in a box and placed them outside. Tears swelled up in his eyes, his work being destroyed. He saw his enemy, Mr. Quill, outside with is burning couches.

“Hah! Guess you don’t have anything else to sell now!” he yelled out, taunting the shop owner.

“Eat my wind, Quill!” Breezy said, turning on his large fans and directing them at his burning couches. The flames almost hit Quill, scorching his mane a bit. Breezy was about to laugh, just as all the fans that were on exploded. Shrapnel shot out in every direction, causing the two ponies to take cover under anything they could. This day could not get any worse for the two ponies.

“Wow. I guess those fans really were defective,” Royal Flush commented as he looked over the carnage in the streets through the office window. “So, who should we call next?”

“I got one!” Large Larry yelled, raising his hand up. “Here, I’ll write it out.” He grabbed a pencil and wrote something down before handing it to Digger. Digger then dialed the number on the paper and waited for the phone to be picked up.

“Hello?” the pony asked.

“Yes, is this Miss Diamond Tiara?” Digger asked with his Mayor impersonation.

“Mayor? Is that you?”

“Why yes. I just wish to congratulate you on being a finalist in Ponyville’s Prettiest Mare Contest. You and one other contestant will come to Town Hall and be determined who’s the prettiest. Please come at this moment. The first pony to come through the doors will automatically be considered the winner.”

“Ha! I’m a shoe in to win! I’ll be there right away!” Tiara hung up and Digger dialed the other number on the list.

“Hello?” the other pony answered.

“Is this Silver Spoon? I’m Mayor Mare, and I’m calling to congratulate you on being a finalist in Ponyville’s Prettiest Mare Contest! Please come to Town Hall immediately, as the first pony to arrive will be considered the winner.”

“OHMYGOSH!” she yelled before hanging up. Now all the gang had to do is sit back and watch.

Silver Spoon galloped with all the strength her little hooves could carry her. She couldn’t believe that she had actually qualified to win a contest based on looks. She had always felt down about how she looked with her glasses and white hair, but now she was actually going to win! Or, at least she hoped she would with the way she was running. The Town Hall was in sight, along with the sight of two ponies fighting with flaming furniture and fans. She ignored them and proceeded to the door, just before seeing her friend as well heading to the door.

“Hey, Diamond Tiara, I’m a finalist for Ponyville’s Prettiest Mare!” she yelled to her friend, giddy with excitement.

“Me too! What a coincidence,” her friend replied. “As soon as one of us enters through the door, we win.”

“Heh, yeah. One of us.” Silver Spoon’s words soon made the situation clear that only one of them would leave the victor. “So, how’s this gonna work?”

“Honestly, I think I should win since looks are my thing. You thing is, um, something with spoons apparently,” Diamond Tiara had the mistake of saying out loud.

“EXCUSE ME?” her friend retorted. “You think I couldn’t be called pretty?”

“You are, just, not…as much as me?” Silver Spoon was about to make her eat her words, along with some dirt.

“Oh, you-!” Silver Spoon started the onslaught of insults that would be exchanged. At first it was childlike, but soon it involved words starting with “s”, words beginning with “w”, and then shockingly enough was a word that began with “c”. The Green Goblin Gang was actually shocked when they heard children using those words, but that soon became laughter. The two ponies started physically fighting each other, first with hooves, and then with the fans and flaming couches that were nearby. The two colts who had been insulting each other were at a loss for words when they saw this. This was certainly an odd day for Ponyville.

The train had finally arrived at Canterlot station at about six in the evening, a tired Mayor coming off of the car she had snuck onto. She snuck out and luckily security wasn’t going to stop her (she assumed it was because they thought she was simply a homeless pony taking shelter in the station). She trotted into town, thinking that things could only get better from there. She walked through the streets of the city, taking in all the sights as she looked around for directions. She came across a city guide who was a bit scared of her appearance. She soon got directions to the castle and walked their as quickly as possible, hoping to not attract too much attraction among these elite ponies. Soon enough, she had arrived at the gates of Canterlot Castle, only to be greeted by guards blocking her path.

“Halt! State your business,” they demanded.

“I’m Mayor Mare, the recipient of the Mayor of the Decade Award. Her Highness invited me over here.

“Uh, there is no award like that. Please, step away from the castle gate.”

“Nonononononononono you don’t understand. I just travelled straight from Ponyville after the princess herself called me. You must let me in,” she pleaded.

“Sorry, but I can’t let you do that, Miss, um, what’s your name?”

“Mayor Mare.”

“No, mam, I mean your full, actual name. Not your title.”

She looked exasperated for a moment, sighing before she told them, “My actual name is Mayor Mare. It’s not a title. My parents, in all their wisdom, gave me that name when I was born.” The two guards snickered at this statement before returning to form.

“I’m sorry, but we weren’t told to let anypony by your name through. Now would you kindly-“

“Oh, hello there,” a soft, gentle voice said, interrupting the guard. It was none other than Princess Celestia herself that was there.

“PRINCESS! Please tell me you know who I am! I’ve had the absolute worst time getting here and I need you to tell these buffoons that you invited me here for the Mayor of the Decade Award.” Mayor started to look insane as she told Celestia this. The princess honestly had no proper response to this.

“Uh, I’m sorry, but could you tell me who you are?”

“I’m Mayor Mare, the Mayor of Ponyville! You know, the town that’s constantly attacked and yet I help to rebuild quickly each time?” Her eyes had started to twitch under that stress.

“Oh, yes! I’m sorry, but no such award exists. I believe somepony must have played a prank on you. I apologize for your troubles however,” she replied to the tired official.

“But, who-“ the duped mayor stopped as she thought over her recent newsletters about a gang of strange goblins who had started causing trouble in town. She now remembered who exactly she had given the key to her office to as well when she left. “THOSE FIVE ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE! I’m sorry, Princess, but I must leave soon. I do have one question though; what do you think of my career as mayor?”

“It’s, uh, satisfactory. Keep it up,” the princess told her before walking off. The Mayor started emanating a high-pitched squeal after hearing that.

“So, after all my work, I’m merely ‘satisfactory’. Huh. I guess I’ll head back to Ponyville now and destroy several hooligans.”

“But Mayor,” the guard warned her, saying, “the train isn’t up for that location until tomorrow.”

“Oh, I’m not taking the train. I’m running there right now.” In a rage-induced flash, the mayor soon rushed to her town.

It was just about midnight in Ponyville, and things weren’t looking so good in the town. Other ponies had been called outside to the Town Hall, each of them getting in awful situations that resulted in them fighting. Soon the mob had had become self-sustaining, the Green Goblin Gang laughing as they witnessed their work. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were now leading opposing gangs against each other, one called the Order of the Burning Couch and the other being the Fans of Fury. The Cakes were in full revenge mode against the other bakers and chefs in town, each dueling each other with instruments of their own food preparation profession. The Mane Six also ended up getting involved, Twilight Sparkle and Applejack getting caught up in a religious/science debate. Fluttershy ended up leading a group of animals against the local exterminator who, in return, retaliated by putting on a gas mask and other accessories such as his poison and spraying at everything. The local jewelry store was now attempting to make Rarity their Queen and lead them into a new age of jewel filled prosperity, something she was now genuinely considering. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were the only sane ones left, each of them watching this all with horror. The Fighter Filly Girls arrived to the scene, having no idea where to start.

“I can’t tell what’s going on or what to do!” Apple Bloom yelled out. If she had no idea about what was happening, then you could tell that things were bad. “I stop one fight and ten others pop up. I don’t think we can handle this.”

“Yeah. It’s not like we can just punch them and stop everything. I think that might make things worse,” Scootaloo replied thoughtfully. Sweetie Belle was about to add something, but was soon interrupted by a sonic boom that occurred when the mayor had entered into the town, stopping right in front of the Town Hall.

“STOP!” she yelled out, causing the mob to cease. “I’m guessing you all, or at least most of you, received a call from me. First, let me assure you that it was not me, but a prankster. Secondly, I will personally take care of this mess. Fighter Filly Girls, let me handle this one.” She then entered the building, looking for revenge.

She entered her office, seeing the Green Goblin Gang laughing it up at all the chaos they had caused with just a telephone. They soon saw the Mayor enter the office and turned their attention to her.

“So, Mayor Mare, what a pleasant surprise to see you back. How was Canterlot?” Royal Flush teased.

“Silence. You know the absolute worst part of my trip there?” The Mayor asked.

“Not sure, what?” the gang’s leader received an answer in the form of a flying kick to the face, followed by being thrown out the window.

“It wasn’t being embarrassed at the train station,” she told the group while bending Slender’s back against her knee and throwing him out as well. “It wasn’t the interrogation either,” she yelled out while slamming Digger on the floor repeatedly. “It wasn’t even the train ride from Tartarus,” she added while punting Pico into Digger, sending them both out the window as well. “The worst part,” she finished, lifting Large Larry effortlessly into the air before throwing him out the window, crushing the gang under his massive weight, “was that I was called simply ‘satisfactory’! I am the best mayor ever! Now stop fighting and clean this all up! I’m going to bed.” The entire town just stared for a moment at the defeated gang before being hauled off by the guards. They then started apologizing to each other and cleaning up the messes they had made.

“Wow. And I thought that I was a good leader,” Apple Bloom told her friends. “Be glad that nothing happened between you and that gang leader, Scoots.”

“Oh, shut it.” The group laughed before heading off to home, glad that the insanity was over. So once again, the day was saved, not by the Fighter Filly Girls, but by the dutiful public servant, Mayor Mare!