Back at the Sunbeater 3000, the group was currently flying over the Himalayas, getting closer to their destination. Scootaloo turned slightly, still driving the jet.
"OK, everypony! Keep an eye out for the Bugbear!" Rarity raised an eyebrow.
"Bugbear?" Scootaloo nodded.
"Yeah, the Bugbear! The magical old-timey bear/bee that lives in the Himalayas!" Rarity rolled her eyes.
"You're making that up." she said. Scootaloo scoffed.
"Come on Rarity, does that sound like something somepony would make up?" Rarity opened her mouth, ready to answer, when a button started flashing on the dash board.
"What's that?" she asked instead. Both Scootaloo looked at each other nervously.
"Uh oh, we didn't calculate for the weight of an extra body." Scootaloo said nervously, Apple Bloom started to press buttons. Rarity and the rest of the friends looked nervous as well.
"Will this affect our arrival in Maris?" she asked. Scootaloo frowned, trying to solve the problem.
"Hmm... let me let you know in about two seconds." and within those two seconds, both wings of the plane broke off. Scootaloo looked back at Rarity.
"Rarity?" Rarity looked worried.
"Yes?"
"It IS going to affect our arrival in Maris!" The jet fell, everypony screamed as they plummeted to the ground. Both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom pressed buttons, trying to soften the landing. Thankfully, they crashed into a large pile of snow. And to add insult to injury for Rarity, a Bugbear slowly flew past them. Even with all that's happened, Scootaloo couldn't help but smile smugly at her sister.
"And you thought I'd made it up!"
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Discord, Major Celestia and Gummy were flying in Gummy's hovercraft. Major Celestia was now untied and in the passenger seat while Discord was crammed in the back seat.
"Do you even have any idea where we're supposed to be going?" Major Celestia asked. Discord grinned widely.
"Fortunately, Twilights's wearing the earrings I got her. They're made out of these cool little tracking devices. Look," He showed the alicorn a monitor with a blinking light flashing on the screen. "see; the signal's not too far away but it's on the move." Discord pointed left. "That away! Woohoo! Team Discord, go!" Both Major Celestia and Gummy glared at Discord. "What? Like I'm going to let you name the team? Organization Without a Cool Acronym?" Both agents rolled their eyes while Discord smiled smugly.
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Back at the Himalayas, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were both frantically trying to fix the plane while Babs sat back, a huge smirk on her face.
"Well, looks like you're gonna lose!" she said, chuckling. Twist gasped, getting an idea.
"Hey! I believe my Uncle Breaburn lives not far from here! Perhaps he can help!" Scootaloos head popped up.
"Cool! Come on, let's go!" Every pony got up and started following Twist. However Rarity didn't budge.
"Forget it. I'm staying with the plane." Twilight looked at Rarity, then back at the group before sighing.
"And I'll keep her company." Scootaloo shrugged.
"Okay. Back in a few." The children left the two mares, following Twist until they arrived by a odd building. The closer they got, the more it looked like a factory, but more joyful then a regular one. Twist broke into a grin when she saw a yellow earth pony in a cowboy hat and small vest despite the cold.
"He is home!" she said before trotting up to her uncle, he seemed joyfully surprised.
"Ah, Twist and friends, I was expecting you." he said. Everypony's eyes widdened in shock.
"Really?" Twist asked. Breaburn laughed loudly, shaking his head.
"No, that's just something we say up here to freak out the tourists." Scootaloo looked curiously at the factory.
"Uhh, Uncle Breaburn, do you live up here?" The stallion nodded.
"Yes, it's quite a trek, isn't it? It used to be very inconvenient for me. But then I built my factory up here, and now it's inconvenient for everyone else!" he said with another laugh.
"What do you make here?" Scootaloo asked. Breaburn gasped as he started shoving the children inside excitedly.
"Ohh, wait for it. There's a whole musical number." Immediately, a bunch of earth ponies bursted out of the many room inside the cozy factory. At fast speed, a bunch of dancers showed them each room.
♪ Rubber bands, rubber balls ♪
♪ Made with super-special density ♪
♪ Rubber bands, rubber balls ♪
♪ They can bounce with such intensity ♪
♪ This is the room where we test the stretching ♪
♪ This is the room where we test the bounce ♪
♪ Here we add the long-chained hydrocarbons ♪
♪ The names of which I cannot pronounce ♪
♪ This is the room where we test compression ♪
♪ This is the room where we test recoil ♪
♪ This is a break room for all these dancers ♪
♪ And here's a little fridge so the apples won't spoil ♪
♪ Rubber bands, rubber balls ♪
♪ Made with super-special density ♪
♪ Rubber bands, rubber balls ♪
♪ They can bounce with such intensity ♪
♪ Basically what we make here is rubber ♪
♪ We're not trying to diversify ♪
♪ We don't make knickknacks, we don't make oranges ♪
♪ Or really anything that's gonna catch your eye ♪
♪ We don't make pianos, we don't make cream sodas ♪
♪ We don't make the zippers for your parachute pants ♪
♪ We don't make ice cube trays or ceiling fans ♪
♪ We make rubber bands! ♪
♪ Rubber bands, rubber balls ♪
♪ Made with super-special density ♪
♪ Rubber bands, rubber balls ♪
♪ They can bounce with such intensity ♪
At the end of the song, a bunch of dancers were posed in front of the group, out of breath. They were back into the lobby clapping their hooves, cheering. Scootaloo smirked slightly.
"So, what do you make here again?" she asked, causing her friends to giggle. However, Breaburn took this seriously, thinking his song wasn't clear enough. He clapped his hooves.
"Okay everyone, back to work." Scootaloo quickly shook her head, trying to reassure the group.
"No, I'm just kidding. Just kidding." She looked at one of the extra long bands intently. Then, her eyes shot wide, having an idea on how to fix the plane. "Could we borrow one of these?"