Within view of the Sweet Apple Acres house, Applejack was irritated about something.

“Rainbow Dash!” Applejack yelled into the cloudy, raining sky, hoping Rainbow Dash would appear so she wouldn’t look like she was yelling at a bunch of clouds. As it happened, Rainbow was close enough to hear her and came down to earth, literally punching through the clouds.

“It ain’t supposed to be rainin’ yet.”

“Everypony’s doing the best they can, there are just too many clouds! Besides, the script said it would rain, look!” Rainbow hooved her the script.

“Oh, this?” Applejack said. “This don’t control a thing. See right here how it says the next line Ah’ll say after this one is ‘Well, it’s wrong’?”

“Yeah.”

“Orange.”

Rainbow froze in shock. She had never seen, heard, or tasted anything like this before.

“How... how did you even do that?” Rainbow said, just as the script thought she would.

Applejack looked at the next two lines, which explained how she should look at the script and then say “It’s just real good at predicting ponies’ actions. It don’t actually do anythin’.”.

“Just take it and you try it,” Applejack said, hooving the script to Rainbow. Rainbow read the next two lines, which instructed her to read the next two lines, then say “But... how...?”. She breathed in, focussed for a second, and said:

“Lemon!”

“See? You did it!”

“Wow, I... I didn’t even... what does it say about when the rain will end?”

“It says you won’t be able to stop it and it’ll just have to end naturally.”

“I’ll show it!” She tore the script into dozens of pieces and flew back up into the sky.

“Spitfire?” she said after a couple minutes of looking for Spitfire.

“Yeah?”

“Is there any more organisation stuff you can do now that you’re not hungover? Because the script said we’d fail to stop the rain and I’m trying to prove it wrong.”

“It’s the script, what do you think I can do? The entire reason I haven’t done anything is because I read it and decided not to bother.”

“Exactly, it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy! If you just ignore it, Cloudsdale can do this!”

“Meh.”

“Come on!”

“It’s too late by now anyway. We’d be breaking all sorts of records and also laws of physics.”

“Fine. I’ll see you when you’re dead without a fancy gravestone for your achievements.”

“Because of a management decision you didn’t agree with?”

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