"GET OUT OF OUR CLUB HOUSE YA CITY SLICKERS!" Apple Bloom screamed, turning around and raising her back hooves, while glaring at the snide fillies. "AH WON'T THREATEN TA KICK!!"
"BACK OFF BEFORE I SHOVE YOUR FLANK UP YOUR HEAD!!" Scootaloo shouted, quickly taking to the air. "I mean, your head up your flank!"
"I KNOW BAG-FU!!" Sweetie Belle bellowed, swinging her green saddlebag's strap around her hoof. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo both snapped their heads towards her and shot the unicorn an annoyed look. "What? Have you ever been hit by one of these?"
"DOESN'T MATTER!" Apple Bloom shrieked, pulling her back hooves towards her more. "AH'LL SAY IT ONE MORE TIME," she had a crushing glare swimming in her eyes. "GET. OUT!"
Tense silence hung like a vice over the club house. Applebloom glared harder, Scootaloo hovered menacingly over the clique, and Sweetie Belle shifted her weight from one hoof to the other threateningly.
Diamond Tiara's surprised expression dropped to disdainful, and then to devious. "I'm surprised you even know what having a cutie mark is like! What's your talent, Sweetie Belle? Crushing random notes together and seeing what garbled mishmash it makes? And you, Scootaloo, I bet your talent is stomping on clouds like that one gray retard pegasus! And Apple Bloom? Scribbling like a filly, I bet!" She sneering in a wheedling voice, making exaggerated expressions and motions along with her degrading comments.
"Wow, you really just got your friend into some hot water! What's her talent? Spooning?" Scootaloo snapped back, a pointed grin on her muzzle emphasized by pronounced canines.
Silver Spoon blushed and hid her face behind her hoof. "It's actually my talent with silver..."
"Well, Ah didn't want ta do this, but ya've forced mah hoof!" the yellow earth pony sighed. "Scoots?"
"I'm on it!" grinned Scootaloo, quickly saluting her friend. "Hi-YAAAAH!" With that, she shoved her hooves forward and crashed through the wall.
"And that was supposed to do what, exactly?" Silver Spoon sneered, jeering and narrowing her eyes competitively. Diamond Tiara swished her tail as Sweetie Belle approached them in lurching steps.
"Back off, you uncultured swines! You-you pig headed, hoof licking, mud demons!!!" Sweetie Belle howled, mimicking her sister's fiercely aristocratic nature. She quickly charged at the two fillies, and launched her bag at them.
"Ahm not usually fer takin' back promises, but Ahm gonna give you ONE FINAL CHANCE ta scram," Apple Bloom snarled in a dark voice. "Ah've got more strength in mah back hooves than you do in yer entire body."
"Ooooh, I'm SO SCARED!!" Diamond Tiara mocked, pressing a hoof to her chest in artificial fear. "A country bumpkin is going to knock me silly with two tiny hooves!"
"Uh, Diamond Tiara? You do know that we have a pool of mud surrounding our tree house," Sweetie Belle as-a-matter-of-factly mused, pointing a hoof to the large hole in the wall. "If Apple Bloom bucks you out of this club house, not only will you get a black eye and a busted lip, but your outfit will get ruined."
This was more than enough to send Diamond Tiara and her friend shrieking high pitched screams and running off at full-tilt, or at least as fast as they could manage in a fresh Poni-Pedi. Before they could get far though, Scootaloo flew into the wrecked clubhouse. She had wood chips in her hair and the two squirming fillies tucked under her arms.
"May I do the honors?" she asked, flying backwards just a bit so she was directly over the moat of mud.
"Ya sure can," Apple Bloom was grinning manically, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were thrashing as if their life depended on it, and Sweetie Belle was dusting off her Saddlebag.
Scootaloo raised her arms and the two fillies fell into the pit of mud. The pair of fillies screeched and the crusaders laughed so hard, they had tears in their eyes when they settled down.
"What was that about me being similar to a retard?" Scootaloo's voice was full of snark as she glanced down at the two fillies, convulsing and kicking up globs of mud, only getting dirtier and grittier by the second.
"I'd say we've taught them their lesson," Sweetie Belle sighed, just now recovering from the bout of laughter. "We'd be sinking to their level if we left them all muddy like that. Scootaloo? Try the Rainblow Dry thing, I'll get a bucket of water."
Scootaloo flitted out of the clubhouse and to the squirming fillies, who had given up and were lying face down in the mud. They look shocked when they were scooped up and dropped on the balcony of the clubhouse. "You guys promise to quit harassing s and stay out of our clubhouse?" the coral pegasus shouted from high above.
The shivering ponies nodded weakly. "Sweetie Belle!" Scootaloo yowled, wincing as she heard a loud splash and the two ponies shrieking.
"Close your eyes and hold on tight!" Scootaloo pulled on the weather team goggles she had brought from the clubhouse and shot downwards, then circled the ponies incredibly fast. What once was a coral pegasus was now nothing but an orange blur, mixed with water and mud. The blur fused into a small tornado, and the wet silt funneled out of the top and onto the grass below.
"Forget this ever happened," Scootaloo mumbled, landing gracefully and propping the goggles on the top of her head. "Now scram, before anypony catches us." she haughtily smiled and shooed the pair off, then sauntered back into the clubhouse.
"Life is good," she sighed, sinking into a beanbag chair and closing her eyes.