In Sweet Apple Acres, a tired Granny Smith, an annoyed Applejack and an excited Apple Bloom, were lead into the living room by Big McIntosh who eagerly stood next to a table that was covered by a cloth.
"Welcome ladies." greeted Mac with a hopefully smile.
"This is so cool, my big brother is an inventor!" excitedly exclaimed the young filly Apple Bloom, proud of her older brother.
"Ah still think it's a waste of time." groaned a bemused Applejack. "Can we please make this quick, ah'm missin' out on some very important chores." she requested with impatience.
Big Mac happily began his speech. "Well ladies, ah, Big McIntosh, have spent the last week inventin' the four greatest inventions of all time!" he stated with pride. "With these inventions, we can finally afford to pay off the money we owe to the government in back taxes!" he proudly announced.
"All because Granny accidentally resent last years tax return instead of this years." mumbled Applejack. "Thank goodness Twilight intervened or else we could've been put in jail for tax fraud."
Granny just gave Applejack a dirty look for constantly bringing up the incident, but did not say a word.
"Anyways," Mac resumed. "Here they are!" he pulled the cloth away with his mouth to reveal the four things he invented; the items appeared to be a hammer, a rifle, a fire alarm and a recliner with a hole in the seat. "Ta da!"
Applejack looked on with a raised eyebrow. "They look so cool!" said Apple Bloom with awe, believing his brother to be genius for inventing things.
"What are those?" asked a skeptical Applejack.
"My inventions my silly sis." the stallion smiled. He then grabbed the first invention off the table. "Okay, the first item we have is an automatic hammer." he explained. "It's a hammer that does all the pounding for ya!" he went over to a loose nail on the wall and pressed a button on the hammer. "Now with just a few pounds, this nail will be back in the wall where it should-" suddenly, the hammer began to go to fast as it not only pounded down the nail, but also the wall. "Uh oh!"
The hammer began to move wildly as it broke free from Mac's grasp and began to run amok across the floor. "Ah got it!" Mac exclaimed as he chased after the out of control hammer, that was chasing a yelping Winona.
The two sisters and grandmother looked on with concern as they saw the chaos go on before them. After about a minute, the hammer began to slow down and finally stop, much to the stallion's relief. "Thank goodness ah used cheap batteries." he said with relief while he placed the hammer back on the table. "So what do ya think?" he asked to his family.
Apart from Apple Bloom, no one looked impressed. "That was awesome!" exclaimed the filly with excitement. "I'll pay 10 bits for that one!" she announced. No one else paid attention to her.
"Uh..okay, next invention." he quickly grabbed what appeared to be a fire alarm. "Ah call this invention the 'Everything is okay alarm'." he explained. He pressed a button and an ear splitting sound began to emit from the alarm. Everyone except Mac covered their ears from the pain. "THIS ALARM WILL SOUND EVERY THREE SECONDS UNLESS SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS!" Mac yelled over the noise.
"TURN IT OFF MAC!" implored Applejack who felt like her ears were starting to bleed.
"WHAT?!" yelled Mac back.
"TURN THE BUCKIN' THIN' OFF!"
"WHAT?!" yelled Mac again, barely able to hear his sister. Suddenly, the alarm began to wind down and the noise stopped. Mac looked at the alarm with surprise. "Uh...it breaks easily though, so ah'm gonna have to fix that." he nervously explained before he unceremoniously threw the alarm away over his shoulder.
"Gosh darn it Mac, are ya tryin' to make more deaf than ah already am?!" complained Granny.
"Sorry Granny." apologized the stallion.
Mac then went over to the table and picked up the rifle. "Okay ladies, say that ya are in an important business meetin' or formal event but ya forgot to put on yer make-up and there is no time for ya to go to the bathroom and put it on." he explained the situation.
"That's always been my concern in my younger days before ah got married." mused Granny Smith.
"Ah never wear fancy make-up." commented Applejack.
Big Mac ignored that last statement. "Well, here's the solution." he showed off the rifle. "Ah call it the make-up rifle, just set it to the right setting," he turned a nob on the rifle. "aim it at yer face," he then aimed the weapon at Granny Smith's face. "and in 0.000656 seconds ya'll have instant make-up." he said before the pulled the trigger and fired it. A dust of make-up sprayed all over the elderly mare's face. Once the dust cleared Big Mac grabbed a mirror and showed it to his grandmother.
Granny looked at her reflection and gave a gasp. "Gosh darn it Mac!" she yelled with annoyance. "Ya set it on whore!"
"Oh, sorry Granny." he nervously turned the nob on the rifle to a different setting. "Okay, now this should work." he aimed the rifle at Granny's face once again and fired, only for Applejack to immediately swipe at the rifle, which caused Mac to miss and the make-up to splatter all over the nearby wall. "DARN IT AJ!" yelled the stallion with extreme annoyance. "NOW AH HAVE TO GRAB THE MAKE-UP REMOVING PISTOL!"
"MAC!" yelled his sister back. "Mare's don't like to be shot in the face!"
"That's what ya think ya prude." mumbled Granny, who actually did enjoy being shot in the face by a stallion.
"MARE'S WILL LIKE WHAT AH TELL THEM TO LIKE!" yelled Mac back with utter contempt for his sister. He quickly placed the rifle back down on the table and went over to the recliner with a whole in the seat. "Okay, how many of ya have been sittin' on yer chairs, readin', relaxin' and talkin', where ya get mighty comfortable when suddenly, ya'll have the urge to go use the outhouse outside?" he asked rhetorically to his sisters and grandmother. "Which means ya have to get up from your mighty comfortable position just to go do yer business and then go back in and find yer lost comfortable position again." he continued. "So that why ah invented." he went over to the chair. "The toilet recliner!" he announced proudly.
Apple Bloom was in complete awe. "Oh my goodness!" she quickly got up. "Out of my way girls, ah have to poop!" she proudly announced as she dove for the recliner, but Applejack quickly grabbed her and forced her back on the couch. "HEY!"
"No way ah'm letting ya use that!" she scolded before she turned her attention back to her brother. "Mac about these inventions."
"Eeyup?" he asked, proud of himself, he was at least expecting approval from his sister, so he eagerly waited for her to say the word.
"Well...these inventions..." she sighed, she did not know how to break the news to him.
"Eeyup..."
"Well, these inventions suck horseapples!" she interject bluntly. "Ah'm sorry Mac, ah love ya, but no pony in their right minds will never EVER, buy these dumb inventions, because yer a horrible inventor Mac and ah'm sad that yer wastin' yer time doing this silly thing!" she scolded at her brother with annoyance.
Mac felt like he was stabbed in the chest, his dreams of being something other than a farmer were completely shattered into a million pieces. "Ah'm sorry ah wasted all yer time..." he sadly said to his sisters and grandmother, before he walked away upstairs to his room with complete shame.
Applejack hated to be the fun sucker of the family, but it needed to be done. "Do ya think ah was being too harsh on my brother Granny?" she asked with concern.
"Ah did what ya thought was right, and that's all that matters." she assured her oldest granddaughter. But she was also worried for Big Mac as well.
"Uh ladies?" interjected Apple Bloom. Both Applejack and Granny turned to see the filly squatting over the hole on the recliner while reading a newspaper. "Do ya mind?" the filly asked with annoyance from the lack of privacy.
Both the filly's sister and grandmother just looked at each other with concern.