Sugarcoat: [groans]

Sunny Flare: Hmm. Hah! Perfect.

Sugarcoat: [spit] Just take the broken limbs down, Rarity. Don't ye'll care about nothin' other than prettifyin'?

Sunny Flare: Somepony has to. You were making an absolute mess of the town square, Sugarcoat.

Sugarcoat: Yeah, well, the storm's gonna make an even bigger mess if we don't prune all these loose branches so they don't tumble down on anypony.

Sunny Flare: I simply cannot imagine why the Pegasus ponies would schedule a dreadful downpour this evening and ruin what could have been a glorious sunny day.

Sugarcoat: Arrgh! Think more practical-like, will ye? They accidentally skipped a scheduled sprinkle last week, so we need a doozy of a downpour to make up for it, is all.

[rain pouring down]

Sunny Flare: Oh no! My wonderfully styled mane shall be ruined!

Sugarcoat: Ye shoulda hurried up and finished the job already.

Sunny Flare: Oh! Ah! Oh! Ph! It's coming down too fast! Ah! Oh! Oh! Ah! Help me!

Sugarcoat: Uh, there. Hunker down to yer heart's content whilst I finish things. And stop bein' a loose cannon, matey!

Sunny Flare: [pant] Oh, no, no, no!

Sugarcoat: What now? Ye should be walkin' the plank, instead of being like this.

Sunny Flare: I prefer not to get my hooves muddy. I'm always clean like I usually work at my own café.

Sugarcoat: Golly. There ie no pleasin' ya, bein' there? Everything's got to be just so.

Sunny Flare: [scoff] Well, and how does muddying my hooves serve any useful purpose?

Sugarcoat: Y'all wouldn't know useful if it came up and bit'cha. Ye olde salts from t' pirate ship would ne'er care about yer complainin', matey. Pirate or not, it always happens.

Sunny Flare: [laugh] That doesn't even make any sense. Also, I'm not a pirate.

Sugarcoat: Does so.

Sunny Flare: Does not.

Sugarcoat: Does so.

Sunny Flare: Does not.

Sugarcoat: Does so.

Sunny Flare: Does not.

Sugarcoat: Does so infinity. Hah.

Sunny Flare: Does not infinity plus one. Heh. What say we go our separate ways before one of us says something she will regret?

Sugarcoat: I reckon y'all are gonna say something ye'll regret first.

Sunny Flare: On the contrary, I believe it shall most certainly be you who says something you will regret first.

Sugarcoat: Arrgh! I'm not sayin' anythin'.

Sunny Flare: Nor am I.

Sugarcoat: Y'all just be on yer way, then.

Sunny Flare: After you!

[thunder cracks]

[Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare yelp]

Sunny Flare: Perhaps we should stick together for now and find some shelter.

Sugarcoat: Uh-huh, perhaps we should. And fast.

[theme song]

Sugarcoat: Heh. Nice and dry under here, sorta.

Sunny Flare: Oh! Unacceptable.

Sunset Shimmer: Sunny! Sugarcoat! Sunny! Sugarcoat!

Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare: Sunset?

Sunset Shimmer: Come inside girls, quick.

Sugarcoat: Whoa, bucko. Is inside a tree really the best place to be in a lightning storm?

Sunset Shimmer: It is if you have a magical lightning rod protecting your home like I do. Come on in!

Sunny Flare: Hah! We are most grateful for your invitation.

Sugarcoat: Thank ya kindly for yer hospitality.

Sunny Flare: Uh, do be a polite house guest and go wash up please, won't you?

Sugarcoat: [grumble] Arrr! If I gotta spend one more second with that complaining bilge rat today, I can't be held responsible for what I'm gonna do.

Sunset Shimmer: Some storm, huh? The Pegasus ponies sure have outdone themselves this time. I hope you and Sugarcoat don't have any trouble getting home.

Sunny Flare: It may indeed be a problem.

Sunset Shimmer: Well, you're welcome to stay if need be. Garble is away in Canterlot on royal business. I'm home all alone tonight. [gasp] You and Sugarcoat should totally sleep over! We'll have a slumber party! I've always wanted one of those.

Sunny Flare: Oh! Uh, goodness. Uh, I do believe I have another engagement scheduled for this evening that completely slipped my mind until just now. [nervous laugh] Ah, silly me, I can't possibly stay here all night -- with Sugarcoat.

Sunny Flare: Slumber 101: All You've Ever Wanted to Know About Slumber Parties But Were Afraid to Ask.

Sunset Shimmer: My own personal copy. It's a fantastic reference guide. You should see the table of contents. I've been waiting for a chance to use it, and today is the day! This is gonna be so great!

Sunny Flare: Yes, uh, great. [nervous laughter]

Sugarcoat: [gasp] What in tarnation... Now wait just a corsair's minute. Ye make me wash the mud off my hooves, but it's okay for y'all to have mud all over yer faces?

Sunny Flare: Silly! This is called a mud mask. It's to refresh and rejuvenate your complexion.

Sugarcoat: Ugh. What a barnacle-head.

Sunser Shimmer: We're giving each other makeovers! Eee-hee! We have to do it, it says so in the book.

Sunny Flare: Slumber 101: Everything You... Oh hey, heh, would ye look at t' time. I gotta skidaddle on home quick. I'm powerful late fer uh, fer somethin'. Uh, g'night. [cry] Or maybe I'll sit here for a spell.

Sunset Shimmer: Hurray slumber party!

Sugarcoat: Blahch. What in the world is this for?

Sunny Flare: [sigh] To reduce the puffiness around one's eyes, of course.

Sugarcoat: Puffiness-schmuffiness! That's good eatin'! [chews loudly]

Sunset Shimmer: Hee-hee! Isn't this exciting? We'll do everything by the book, and that will make my slumber party officially fun.

Sunny Flare: Did you hear that, Sugarcoat? You certainly would not want to do anything that would ruin Sunset's very first slumber party, would you?

Sugarcoat: Of course not, 'n you wouldn't either, I reckon?

Sunny Flare: So do we have an agreement?

Sugarcoat: You betcha. [spit]

Sunny Flare: Oh! Gross! You know, there's messy and there's just plain rude.

Sugarcoat: You know, there's fussy, 'n there's just plain gettin' on my nerves.

Sunny Flare: Fortunately, I can get along with anypony, no matter how difficult she may be.

Sugarcoat: Oh yeah? Well, I'm the "get-alongin-est" pony you're ever gonna meet.

Sunny Flare: That's not even a word.

Sunset Shimmer: This is going to be the bestest slumber party ever! Yay!

Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare: Yay.

Sunny Flare: So, how are you getting along over there, Sugarcoat?

Sugarcoat: Just fine, Sunny.

Sunset Shimmee: This is so awesome! [giggle] Makeovers, check. Ooh, it says here we have to tell ghost stories. Who wants to go first?

Sugarcoat: Me! I'd like to tell y'all the terrifying tale of the cackling ghostly pirate who sent absurdly neat ponies to the brig in his ghost ship like ye with his cutlass. Oo-oo! I'm sure y'all are familiar with that one?

Sunny Flare: Never heard of it, but I have a much better one. It's the horrifying story of the messy, inconsiderate ghost who irritated everypony within a hundred miles! Oo-oo!

Sugarcoat: That's not a real story. You made it up.

Sunny Flare: It is a ghost story, they're all made up.

[screams]

Sunset Shimmer: I've got one! This story is called The Legend of The Headless Horse. It was a dark and stormy night, just like this one. And three ponies were having a slumber party, just like this one...

Sunset Shimmer: ...and just when the last pony thought she was safe, there, standing right behind her, just inches away was -- The Headless Horse!

Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare: [gasp] [scream]

Sunset Shummer: Ghost story, check. Now, who wants s'mores?

Sugarcoat: Then you place one marshmallow on the top of the chocolate and be sure it's centered -- that's critical -- and then carefully put another perfectly square graham cracker on the top. And done. Ta-da! [laugh]

Sunset Shimmer: Ooo!

Sugarcoat: Nah, ya just eat 'em. [munch] Mmm-mmm! [belch]

Sunny Flare: [sigh] You could at least say excuse me.

Sugarcoat: Aw, I was just about to, but you interrupted me. Pardon.

Sunset Shimmer: S'mores, check. Now the next item of fun we have to do is Truth or Dare.

Sunny Flare: I dare Applejack to do something carefully and neatly for a change.

Sugarcoat: Oh yeah? Well I dare Sunny ta lighten up and stop obsessin' over every last little detail, for a change.

Sunny Flare: I think the truth of the matter is that somepony could stand to pay a little more attention to very nuanced details.

Sugarcoat: And I think the truth is somepony oughta quit with her fussin' so the rest of us can get things done.

Sunset Shimmer: Um, I don't think this is how the game's supposed to work. You have to give an honest answer to any question or do whatever anypony dares you to do.

Sugarcoat: Arrgh! I dares you to step outside and let yer precious, tidy mane get ruined again.

Sunny Flare: [gasps]

Sunset Shimmer: You have to. It's the rule.

Sugarcoat: Hah! Bilge rat!

Sunny Flare: Fine! [cries]

Sugarcoat: [snickers] [laughs]

Sunny Flare: Okay. I dare Sugarcoat to play dress-up in a drab, worn-out, piratey outfit.

Sugarcoat: [gasp] Happy?

Sunny Flare: Very. [smirk]

Sunset Shimmer: Um, do I ever get a turn?

Sugarcoat: I dare ye to enter the next rodeo when it comes to town.

Sunny Flare: I dare you not to enter the next rodeo that comes to town.

Sugarcoat: I dare ya to not comb your mane a hundred times before bed.

Sunny Flare: And I dare you to comb yours just once.

Sunset Shimmer: I, uh, I think we should check off Truth or Dare and move on. Let's see what our next fun-fun-fun thing is, shall we? Hm, what does this mean? Pillow fight?

Sunny Flare: Oh, please. I am not at all interested in participating in something so crude. Oh! It! Is! On! [grunt]

Sunset Shimmer: Oh, I get it! Pillow, fight! Fun! Ugh. Ah. Uh, girls? Maybe we should take it down a notch?

Sugarcoat: I will if she will.

Sunny Flare: [gasp] She started it.

Sunset Shimmer: [spit] Maybe we should just call it a night and get some sleep?

Sunny Flare: Keep your muddy hooves on your side of the bed.

Sugarcoat: My hooves ain't muddy.

Sunny Flare: They were. There might still be a little on them.

Sugarcoat: There ain't, matey. See?

Sunny Flare: Eww!

Sugarcoat: Now who's bein' inconsiderate?

Sunny Flare: I have to make the bed again so the blanket will be right. Get up.

Sugarcoat: Avast ye, Sunny! I better be Jack Ketch to hang ye and send ye down to Davy Jones's Locker!

Sunny Flare: Ah ah ah! You'll ruin it. You have to do it like this. Mm, uh, ooh, u-u-u-uh, uh, ah.

Sugarcoat: Yeah, that's not gonna happen. Fire the cannons!

Sunny Flare: Hey!

Sugarcoat: Ah.

Sunny Flare: You did that on purpose.

Sugarcoat: Um, yeah?

Sunny Flare: Get up so I can fix it again.

Sugarcoat: Can't hear ya, I'm asleep. [snore]

Sunny Flare: M-mmm!

Sugarcoat: I ain't budgin', matey.

Sunny Flare: You will if you want any blankets.

Sugarcoat: Avast! Give it back, you bilge-sucking mare!

Sunny Flare: I will not!

Sugarcoat: Yes, you will!

Sunny Flare: Won't

Sugarcoat: Will!

Sunny Flare: Won't!

Sugarcoat: Will!

Sunny Flare: Won't!

Sugarcoat: Will!

Sunser Shimmer: Enough! It says right here that the number one thing you're supposed to do at a slumber party is have fun, and thanks to you two I can't check that off!

Sugarcoat: I've been tryin' my darndest to get along.

Sunny Flare: No, it is I who have been trying my best.

Sugarcoat: No, it was me.

Sunny Flare: No, it was I.

Sugarcoat: Me!

Sunny Flare: I!

Sunset Shimmer: I hope you're happy, both of you. You've ruined my very first slumber party. The makeover, the s'mores, Truth or Dare, the pillow fight... I mean, is there anything else that could possibly go wrong?

[lightning strikes]

Sunset Shimmer: Sorry I asked.

Sugarcoat, Sunny Flare and Sunset: [gasp]

Sugarcoat: Ya see? That's why we needed to take down all those loose branches in town, not spiffy 'em up.

Sunny Flare: But I--

Sugarcoat: Outta my way, missy! Time's a-wastin'.

Sunny Flare: Wait! Stop! Don't!

Sugarcoat: No waitin'! No stoppin'! Doin'! And that, my friends, is what we call gettin' 'er done.

Sunny Flare: [cry]

Sunset Shimmer: [cry]

[crash]

Sugarcoat: Blimey!

Sunny Flare: [cries] I tried to tell you it would come crashing down in here.

Sugarcoat: Well, ya shoulda tried harder. [sigh] I'm mighty sorry, Sunset.

Sunset Shimmer: It's... Well, it's not okay. There's a giant tree branch in the middle of my bedroom, and the book doesn't say anything about having a giant tree branch at your slumber party. Or at least I haven't found that entry yet. Ooh... ah!

Sugarcoat: What in tarnation are y'all doin' over there?

Sunny Flare: Cleaning up this mess somepony made. Who was that again? Oh, right, that's you.

Sugarcoat: We gotta do somethin'!

Sunset Shimmer: Baking... BFFs... Brothers... There's nothing in here about branches.

Sugarcoat: [grunts] Sunny, for pony's sake, stop sweatin' the small stuff and help me get rid of this thing! I said hussle over here and help me! Look, I'm sorry, all right?

Sunny Flare: What was that?

Sugarcoat: I said I'm sorry! I shoulda listened to you when you noticed where this here branch would end up. Yer annoyin' attention to detail would'a saved us from this whole mess. But right now, ya need to stop bein' so dang fussy pickin' up all the little things and help me move the one big thing in here that actually matters! Please!

Sunny Flare: Uh. Uh, but I'll get all icky.

Sugarcoat: Arrgh! What the... eh... you... I mean, yes, ickiness is often a side effect of hard work. But y'all need to get over it, on account I just can't fix this mess I made myself. I need your help.

Sunny Flare: Oh. Let's do this.

Sunset Shimmer: Well, they do have a section about backyard slumber parties. Is that what we're doing right now? Does this count as camping?

Sunny Flare: [grunt]

Sugarcoat: [grunt]

Sunny Flare: U-ugh. Oh, I look awful.

Sugarcoat: Better?

Sunny Flare: Hmph, thanks.

Sunset Shimmer: Oh, pretty! Where did these come from? They're not in the book either.

Sugarcoat, Sunny Flare, and Sunset: [laughter]

Sugarcoat: Is it bigger than a barn? A pirate ship?

Sunset Shimmer: [laugh] Nope.

Sunny Flare: Is it smaller than a saddle?

Sunset Shimmer: [laugh] No! Only three of your twenty questions left!

Sugarcoat: [sigh] We're never gonna guess what you're thinkin' of, it could be anythin'.

Sunny Flare: Are we getting warmer?

Sunset Shimmer: Why? Is it too cold in here for you? I can turn up the heat.

Sugarcoat: She means are we gettin' any closer with our guesses?

Sunset Shimmer: Oh! No. And that technically counted as a question, so only two more left!

Sugarcoat: Is it... a six-legged pony with a purple polka-dotted mane and shootin' stars comin' out of his eyes?

Sunny Flare: Who flies through the air all over the world to hide magic, sparkly eggs?

Sunset Shimmer: That's it!

Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare: It is?

Sunset Shimmer: No. [chuckle] It's that. But it was just so nice to see you two finally getting along, I wanted you to be able to win together.

Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare: [laughter]

Sunset Shimmer: See? We could have been having fun like this all along.

Sugarcoat: If only somepony hadn't been so persnickety.

Sunny Flare: Well, maybe she wouldn't have been if somepony else hadn't been so sloppy.

Sugarcoat: Sorry for being such a pain in the patootie.

Sunny Flare: Oh, no, I'm sure I was much worse.

Sugarcoat: That's kind of ya to say, but I'm the one who's sorry.

Sunny Flare: Oh, I'm much more sorry than you are.

Sugarcoat: Ugh. Are not.

Sunny Flare: Are too.

Sugarcoat: Are not!

Sunny Flare: Are too.

Sugarcoat: Are not.

Sunny Flare: Are too.

Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare: [laughter]

Sunset Shimmer: I declare my first slumber party a success!

Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare: [cheers]

Sunset Shimmer: Have fun, check.

Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare: [laughter]

Sunny Flare: Now take two steps to your left. Uh, no, my left.

Sugarcoat: Whu, which is it? [crash] Whoa! That mess is your fault, not mine. [laughter]

Sunny Flare: [laughter] Sorry.

Sunset Shimmer: Dear Princess Luna,

It's hard to believe that two ponies who seem to have so little in common could ever get along. But I found out that if you embrace each other's differences, you just might be surprised to discover a way to be friends after all.

Sugarcoat: So, who's up for another slumber party tomorrow night? Ugh. How about a week from Thursday? Oh, how about two weeks from Saturday? A month from now?

Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare: [laughter]

[music]

[credits]