Heh-heh-heh... Hiding... And sneaking...

Sneaking... and hiding... Heh-heh-heh!

That's the law of the snoop, I'll have you know.We sneak so we can hide; hide so we can sneak. We're the ninjas of today and the ninjas of tomorrow. We can't be the ninjas of yesterday, because those were THE ninjas. Those ninjas got to wear black and jump from roof to roof so they could get their friends free cable. We snoops of today can't do that... The police would call our mommies and daddies and we'd get grounded...

But that's just the risk we run! Always on the edge. Never stopping for a break. Even when there's cookies on the counter, we can't stop. It's the price we pay for being as cool and sneaky as we are. That's right... We. We snoops have to stick together after all. Right now, we have to meet in secret... We meet at our secret hideout, the News Room, everyday. There can't be a meeting until at least two of us are here... Good thing there's only two of us.

That's right! We snoops are what you people call 'reporters'. We write the school newspaper that everyone reads. Just last week we sold over fifty copies. One of our best sellers. I remember the title, too! "Sun Sets on Sunset's Sneaky Steal"! It was REALLY good. It was all thanks to my partner's great writing skills and my super scoop of a picture! That's what you need to be a great reporter. Writing and pictures. I can't write, but I can take pictures!

KA-LICK! Psssssst! Flmp! See? That's how the camera sounds when you take a nice glossy. Speaking of that! I'll let you on the secret snoopy-snoop scoop. Word is around the school that Trixie's going on about some plan to take down Rainbow Dash and them. How do I know? Proof is in the pudding! See here? I have a flyer I stole from the school board. Looks like I got the scoop first since it was the only flyer there... Score!

As we speak, I'm having my partner examine it to try and find and even BIGGER scoop! But I can't wait on that! Nope. We're going to have to sneak in on them and find out the scoop for ourselves. That's the price of being a snoop. Always being on the edge of what might go REALLY wrong.

The school hallways were empty, dull, dressed with fallen pieces of paper from loose-minded students. So, it was the perfect sneaking ground for the Reporter team to sneak down through in disguise. If anyone at all was still in the hallway, they would be none-the-wiser with those two sneaking by. The two shuffled down against the lockers lining the hallway, scuffing the sides of the cardboard boxes they were using as cover against everything they passed. Their sneakers squeaked and skittered as they held their knees tight against their chests to keep the boxes inconspicuously close to the ground. One box was a larger box more fit for a washing machine while the other was trialing behind at the size of a computer monitor box size.

As they shimmed and slid their box forms across the hallway floor, the lead box came to a halt just outside one of the classrooms. With a dull thump, the smaller box knocked into the back of it, making the larger one shudder. "Hey now! Stay close, but not that close!" The bigger box scolded with a hushed voice, "We might get found out if we don't move together right."

"You're right, boss. Rookie mistake..." The smaller box seemed to slump a bit with disappointment.

"Don't feel sad. Turn that frown upside down!" For a moment, the bigger box seemed to pause before inching closer to the other box, "...You are frowning, right?"

"I was frowning, ma'am."

"Alright. Sssssssstop that... Did you stop frowning?"

"Yes. I stopped frowning, ma'am."

"...And what -pray tell- are you two doing outside of the Great and Powerful Trixie's music room?" The two box disguised snoops froze-up from point to point when they heard that chilling voice.

The two shimmied slowly around to look at the entrance of the music room, greeting their eyes with the strange collection of four girls looking down at the two of them. The two refrained from moving anymore, remaining as still as -well- cardboard boxes while they looked at the group from the safety of the hand holes in their boxes. Trixie tapped her foot in front of the lead box, arms crossed in front of her chest and eyes narrowed. "If you do not reveal yourself this instant, I will have you dealt with," despite Trixie's threat the boxes didn't move, "...Lyra, Vinyl...? Get the band-saw from Woodshop."

In a burst of motion, the lead box's top split open and a blonde haired girl stumbled out, arms far over her head and a stagger fresh in her movement. "Noooooo! Don't kill our boxes!" She screamed, making the four other girls cringe at her high tone. The girl took the momentary stun as a chance to look at her smaller box wearing partner, "Run! Run and write the last story! TELL MY STORY!" She ordered with a dramatic yet strangely serious feeling.

As the smaller box turned tail and tried to flee down the hall with little scuttling steps, Trixie looked at Lyra sharply. "Lyra! Take Down!" On command, Lyra pounced away from Trixie's side and threw herself on top of the fleeing box, wrestling it and pinning her entire weight on the top of it.

Now, alone, the blonde girl looked at Trixie with a world of fear in her eyes. The way of the snoop was doomed to always end this way. Caught in the hands of the enemy. She braced herself for whatever came next, closing her eyes and tightening up her stance, waiting for the finishing blow. "...Derpy, what do you want?"