Here's the long awaited third part to chapter three!

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Part 3: A Flaw in the Plans

While the four fillies were talking, Butterscotch wheeled into view. Fictionary was shocked to see that his front leg looked bruised.

"Gee, Butterscotch," she exclaimed, "what happened to your leg?"

"I-I tripped," stuttered Butterscotch.

"And that caused you to get a bruise?" Scootaloo asked, unconvinced.

"I landed on a-a rock after I tripped," Butterscotch added, hoping they would believe it. They didn't.

"Did Boomer have anything to do with this?" asked Fictionary in a firm tone.

Butterscotch gulped, but reluctantly nodded.

"Why do you let him pick on you like that?" asked Fictionary, "You're not his personal punching bag, you know."

"But he's bigger than I am," said Butterscotch.

"That's no excuse," hissed Scootaloo.

"Scootaloo's right," said Sweetie Belle, "families are supposed to look out for each other, not make them feel unappreciated!"

"Well, that's not what Boomer thinks," Butterscotch said sadly, "to him, siblings are just there to get in the way of attention."

"Nonsense," scoffed Apple Bloom.

"Rarity has never seen me as a threat to her attention," added Sweetie Belle.

"Ah'll admit Applejack kinda felt a little jealous of me when I was born," said Apple Bloom, "but we bonded quickly after our parents died."

"Your parents died? That's awful!" cried Butterscotch.

"She's not the only one," said Fictionary, "my parents died too a few years ago, so it's just been me and Vincent. But we turned out alright."

"Not Boomer and I," muttered Butterscotch.

"What was that?" asked Fictionary.

"Er, nothing," said Butterscotch.

"Can we just focus on the plan?" interrupted Dinky.

"Oh, yes, sorry about that," said Fictionary, "must've been a little sidetracked."

"So what are the plans?" asked Butterscotch.

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Meanwhile, First Base was trotting down by the park. He was still thinking about what had happened with him and Dinky.

"The way she acted around me," he was saying to nopony in particular, "it's almost as if she's got a crush on me or something…"

Then he saw Featherweight, Pipsqueak and Rumble in the distance.

"Hey guys!" First Base waved.

"Hiya, First Base," Pipsqueak called.

"How's it going?" called Rumble.

"You're not gonna believe what happened to me," said First Base, and told the other three colts about Dinky kissing him on the cheek.

"Aw, isn't that cute," said Featherweight.

"Sounds like somepony's got a crush," said Rumble.

"What?! No, I don't," protested First Base, "I barely even know her!"

"Doesn't mean you don't have to like her," said Pipsqueak.

"He has a point," said Featherweight.

"How do you know?"

"Er, nothing," muttered Featherweight. Rumble gave his skinny friend a poke in the ribs, as if he was telling him to say something.

"You've got a crush on somepony, don't you?" he asked cheekily.

"What are you talkin' about?" protested Featherweight, "Nopony would date someone as skinny as me!"

"Not even Apple Bloom?" giggled Pipsqueak. Featherweight's little wings sprung open and he blushed red.

"Featherweight likes Apple Bloom!" laughed Rumble. Even First Base found it funny.

"It's not funny," protested Featherweight.

"Ah, come on, pal," said Rumble, "we're just joking with ya."

"Yeah, all in good fun," added Pipsqueak.

"Could we please stop this silliness?" asked First Base.

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Meanwhile, the Cutie Mark Crusaders and Fictionary had just finished discussing their plans.

"So everypony knows what to do, right?" asked Fictionary.

"I guess," said Sweetie Belle.

"So let's do this," said Scootaloo.

The friends decided to split into two teams so both situations would be taken care of; Fictionary and Scootaloo both volunteered to work with Silver Spoon to split Diamond Tiara and Boomer, leaving Butterscotch, Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom in helping Dinky and First Base fall in love.

"To make sure we remember what we're supposed to do," said Scootaloo, "I've written the plans on two pieces of paper."

"That makes it much easier to follow our respective plans step by step," said Fictionary.

"What are we waiting for?" said Dinky, "Let's do this thing!"

That was where trouble began – you see, in her impatience, Silver Spoon grabbed a piece of paper without looking at it to see which list it was.

The two groups then headed out for their jobs, unaware of one little mistake…

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Silver Spoon, Fictionary and Scootaloo soon found Boomer by himself at the park.

"There he is," said Silver Spoon. Then she began to act like nothing was going on. "Oh, hey there, Boomer," she said casually.

"Hey, you're Silver Spoon, aren't you?" asked Boomer.

"Yes, I am," replied the light gray filly, "and you, I suppose, are Boomer. I've heard of you."

"And I've heard of you from Diamond Tiara," said Boomer, "she says you're her best friend or something."

"That I am," said Silver Spoon, before muttering, "Until you replaced me…"

"Well, what is it you want?" asked Boomer.

"Diamond Tiara said she wanted to see you over by the lake," said Silver Spoon.

"She is?" Boomer asked in a pleased manner.

"That's what I heard, but yeah."

"Great," said Boomer, "tell her I'll gladly see her there soon." And he trotted off.

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The group eventually found Diamond Tiara and told her Boomer wanted to meet her by the lake.

"He wants to see me by the lake?!" she squealed in excitement, "How romantic!" Scootaloo gave a gag of disgust, but Diamond Tiara didn't care about that.

"I shall be there at once," she said, and skipped happily off.

"Hang on a minute," said Fictionary, "was this part of the plan?"

"I'm not sure," said Silver Spoon, "maybe the real plan will be shown after letting them think nothing is wrong."

"I think we might have grabbed the wrong list," said Fictionary.

"How can you be so sure?" asked Scootaloo.

"How can we sabotage Boomer if we're getting him and Diamond Tiara on a date?" asked Fictionary.

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Meanwhile, Dinky and her group were working on their own plan involving First Base.

"I really hope this works," Dinky said in a worried sort of tone.

"Me too," said Butterscotch, "I've never helped anypony fall in love before."

As it said to on the list, Apple Bloom fetched a glass of lemonade and poured hot sauce into it.

"Is this part of the plan?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"Ah guess so," shrugged Apple Bloom, "that's what the list says."

"Then maybe while he's gasping for water," said Dinky, "I can save the day with some and convince him it was Diamond Tiara's trick."

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle looked at her in disbelief.

"What?" asked Dinky.

"You sure that's gonna work?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"Why wouldn't it?" asked Dinky, "Let's do this."

As if by coincidence, they spotted First Base trotting into view. Dinky went over to greet him with the "lemonade" in her magic.

"Oh, hi, girls. Butterscotch," said First Base.

"Er, hi, First Base," said Dinky bashfully, "I got you some lemonade," she added, giving First Base the glass of hot sauce.

"Oh," said First Base, "thanks."

He accepted the glass, and began drinking from it.

"Wait a moment!" exclaimed Apple Bloom, "We weren't meant to give First Base the hot sau- er, Ah mean, lemonade!"

But it was already too late. No sooner had First Base drank from the glass, his mouth started burning. His face became red and sweating. In fact, steam was blowing out of his ears!

"Aaaaaahhhh!" he yelled, "My mouth is on fire! MY MOUTH IS ON FIRE!"

"Don't worry!" cried Dinky, "I'll get some water!"

Quickly, she brought in a glass of water (why she didn't use the glass which had hot sauce was anypony's guess), and offered it to First Base.

"Wait!" exclaimed Butterscotch, "Water can't cure a hot mouth!"

But it was too late… again. First Base guzzled the water in a single gulp, but…

"My mouth's still burning!" he cried.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" cried Dinky frantically.

"I told you so," muttered Butterscotch, shaking his head sadly.

"We better get help!" exclaimed Apple Bloom. She and Sweetie Belle raced off to find help, and came across Applejack.

"Whoa there, Nelly!" she exclaimed, "What's got ya'll racin' round in this heat?"

"First Base drank a glass of hot sauce and he's burnin' up!" cried Apple Bloom, trying to catch her breath.

"Ya didn't use water, did ya?"

"Dinky did," said Sweetie Belle.

"Don't worry," said Applejack, "ya'll just need to give him some milk and he'll be fine."

The trio then went into town with Butterscotch, Dinky and First Base – whose mouth was still on fire – to see if they could buy some milk.

"One bottle of milk, please," said Applejack to a nearby salespony.

With a quick glance at First Base, and understanding the situation, the salespony handled Applejack the milk bottle, who in turn paid him two bits.

"Here, drink this," said Applejack, offering the bottle to First Base. He grabbed the bottled and guzzled the milk down as if there was no tomorrow. In a single gulp, it went down his throat and he put down the bottle, sighing in relief. Then he burped. A cloud of steam came out of his mouth.

"Thanks," he said in relief.

"Think nothin' of it, little partner," said Applejack, "although ya'll should stay away from hot sauce; it's too darn hot fer yer little mouths."

First Base gave Butterscotch and the three fillies a glare.

"What's the big idea of giving me hot sauce?" he said angrily, "Were you trying to play so cruel a trick on me or something?"

"No! It's really not what ya think!" protested Apple Bloom.

"Of course it isn't," scoffed First Base, "when you decide to not act foolish like that, let me know." And on that note, he stormed off.

"Wait a moment," said Apple Bloom, "we did get the wrong list!"

"Oh, what have we done?!" cried Sweetie Belle.

"I was afraid this would happen," said Dinky sadly, "now First Base hates me!" And she ran off crying.

"Oh, of all the worst things that had to happen," continued Sweetie Belle, "this is the worst possible THING!"

"Sounds like Rarity's been rubbin' off on ya," chuckled Applejack.

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Unfortunately for the Cutie Mark Crusaders, there was much worse to come. Silver Spoon and her group had ended up setting Boomer and Diamond Tiara up on a fun little get together at the lake while Scootaloo tried her best not to barf.

"Something tells me you need a bag every time a couple kisses," Fictionary teased.

"Oh, be quiet, you."

"I've really enjoyed our time together, Boomer," sighed Diamond Tiara.

"As have I… my precious Diamond," the dark orange colt replied.

Diamond Tiara giggled bashfully at what Boomer had called her. At that point, Scootaloo went behind a bush and retching sounds were heard.

"Ew," Fictionary groaned in disgust.

"Would you ever want to come by my place sometime?" Diamond Tiara offered.

"Please say no, please say no," Silver Spoon was whispering.

"Of course I would," said Boomer. Silver Spoon groaned quietly.

"I'll see you tomorrow, maybe?" asked Diamond Tiara.

"I guarantee it."

"Please, can we go?" groaned Scootaloo, after puking, "I've seen quite enough!"

"Me too," agreed Fictionary, and the three fillies took off.

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"Let me get this straight," said Fictionary, "you gave First Base the hot sauce, and he thought you were playing a cruel trick on him and Dinky thinks he hates her?!"

"Eeyup," Apple Bloom said sadly.

"I was right!" Scootaloo snapped at Silver Spoon, "You grabbed the wrong list!"

"So that's why it didn't make sense," muttered the light gray filly.

"And," added Fictionary, "not only did you cause a couple we meant to split up to become closer, you've ruined the chances of another couple working out!"

"You're just acting as though it was on purpose," sniffed Silver Spoon.

"The plans were all well and good," argued Fictionary, "but you were the weakest link in the chain!"

"I, the weakest link in the chain?" Silver Spoon was most indignant.

"Yes, you heard me – it your impatience that caused this mess."

"Well, you didn't do anything about it in the first place, did you?!"

"Are you calling me ignorant?!"

"Hey, break it up!" interrupted Sweetie Belle, "Fighting is not going to solve anything."

"Sweetie's right," said Apple Bloom, "Ah think we ought to go for Plan B to fix Dinky's and First Base's relationship."

"Plan B?" asked Dinky, "I'm not so sure…"

"Whatever is the matter?" asked Fictionary.

"What if Plan B goes wrong as well?" Dinky asked, "It could make things even worse and First Base will never forgive me!" The poor light grayish-purple filly felt like crying.

"I'm sure we'll get it right this time," Fictionary comforted.

"Could I possibly help?" offered Silver Spoon.

"No, thank you, I think you've helped quite enough!" snapped Fictionary.

Before Silver Spoon could respond, Butterscotch and the five fillies walked away.

"I didn't mean to mess things up," she muttered to herself.

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As Fictionary, Butterscotch, Dinky and the Cutie Mark Crusaders trotted along, they were talking about ideas on how to help Dinky.

"Alright," said Fictionary, "we need to come up with a plan to get First Base and Dinky together without anything going wrong. Any ideas?"

"Why don't we just tell him there was a mix-up and be done with the whole thing?" Scootaloo asked sarcastically.

"Er, any ideas that do not involve continuing with our lives as if nothing happened?"

"Do you want the situation to get worse?" asked Scootaloo.

Before Fictionary could respond, they saw Fluttershy up ahead. The yellow Pegasus was tending to some squirrels.

"Hi, Fluttershy," called Apple Bloom.

"Oh! Hello, girls," said Fluttershy, "what are you all doing out here?"

Then she noticed Butterscotch among them. The pale yellow colt noticed her as well.

"Is that you, Butterscotch?" asked Fluttershy.

"Wait, you know him?" asked Fictionary.

"Of course I do," replied Fluttershy, "he's my nephew."

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What a twist! Butterscotch and Boomer are the nephews of Fluttershy. The question is, who's their father? Next chapter will reveal everything. Also, DO NOT use water to cure a hot mouth. Ask the MythBusters.