Sometime in the distant future, at the Hasbro Studios in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, the Mane 6 are sitting around in an office with a top executive of the company.

"So…we're all aware that My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic got cancelled, right?"

Rarity nodded while combing her mane.

"So…I am proposing a new plan that will keep the My Little Pony name living on!"

"G5?" Rainbow Dash questioned.

"No…You will each be getting your own spin-off."

Rarity dropped the comb in her hooves, then ran up and hugged him.

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you! I've already got an idea: A drama about a rich, beautiful pony (played by me, of course), who battles the constant abuse of bleach on all of her delicates, thanks to the maid who doesn't know you're not supposed to put delicates in the washing machine. You wash them by hoof. And I'm only hiring her because she saved my life that one fateful night in British Columbia."

"Um…" Fluttershy started. "That's great, but I was thinking about retir-"

"This is gonna be awesome!" Rainbow Dash yelled. "I get to show people my skills without any back story whatsoever! Just 30 minutes of dangerous stunts and death-defying feats not achieved by any pegasus pony anywhere!"

"Okay, great. And, uh, just so you know, they'll all be on the Hub, which has become a major network since it first started in 2010."

"Hey, let's not let our spin-offs interfere with our friendship, okay?" Twilight said.

"Yeah," Applejack agreed. "Let's stay close and call each other still."

"How about I throw a big, huge party for this?!"

"Great idea, Pinkie."

"Now, hold on, you've all gotta sign these contracts."

They all took pens in their mouths and signed their individual contracts.

"Great! Call me with your ideas for shows tomorrow."

The executive producer left the room and left them to talk about how excited they were.

"Why couldn't we just do G5?" an intern asked him.

"Are you nuts? My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic was on Time's Best 100 Cartoons of the Decade list, an achievement never obtained by any My Little Pony cartoon before them. No way could another generation capture that. Especially after…that."

He pointed to a long, forgotten, dust-covered G3.5 poster of Baby Scootaloo.

"Aaaaaah!" the intern fell down, terrified.

"The worst mistake our company ever made will be no more. These ponies shall live on!"

"But, sir, they've got to die some time."

The producer looked at them through the window, chatting away and happy as ever.

"Oh, I don't think they will, James. I don't think they will."

"Uh…my name's Carl."

"Go get me some more coffee."

"Yes, sir."

Carl ran down the hallway as the producer continued to look with intrigue at the ponies.