After talking with the girls, the boys were certain of two things.

Babs Seed had turned on them and decided to be a bully alongside Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

And Babs had also been the one to ruin the girls’ float.

However, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo vehemently denied Babs had done such a thing while Sweetie Belle looked to have been suffering in silence.

“I don’t believe it!” Twinken snapped as they hung around the tire swing. “Not only does Babs turn out to be a bully and hurt the girls’ feelings, she must’a destroyed their float to scare them into silence!”

“But I thought Applejack said Babs had been teased a lot in Manehatten,” Rumble brought up.

“Who cares?!” Button argued, “Babs made Sweetie Belle upset! I could tell, she was close to crying when we spoke to them!”

“But we can’t just accuse Babs if the girls won’t say anything,” Twinken sighed. “We need proof or something to show she’s a bully, and we also gotta convince at least one of the girls to talk.”

The next day, the colts met up in town square and followed the girls to Sugarcube Corner. Rumble had borrowed a camera from their classmate, Featherweight, and they watched as the girls tried to enjoy some milkshakes only for Babs to walk in and push them off so she can Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon could take their shakes from them, and chased them out by spitting apple seeds at them.

As the day wore on, the boys were appalled by Babs’ behavior and relentless bullying and teasing. She refused to leave the girls alone and followed and tortured practically everywhere they went, and all the while Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon enjoyed the girls’ suffering.

Babs threw shakes and tomatoes at them, scared them out of the local cinema, blew dust in their faces at the library, gave them a scare in the boutique, splashed water on them, and made them trip on apples and banana peels.

But all the while, Rumble took pictures at Twinken’s instruction.

But then came the final straw.

The colts were following the fillies towards the clubhouse when they heard, “Hey! What’re you doing at my clubhouse?!”

They dove into a nearby bush and took in the show and saw that Babs had commandeered the Cutie-Mark Crusader club/treehouse.
“Your clubhouse?!” Scootaloo snapped as she fluttered furiously. “This is our clubhouse!”

“Well it was yours,” Babs corrected smarmily, “now it’s mine!”

“And mine,” Diamond Tiara added as she and Silver Spoon came out onto the balcony, leering down at the girls cruelly.
“And mind.”

“That’s not fair, Babs!” Apple Bloom protested, “We never did anything to you!”

“And let’s keep it that way,” Babs snapped at her as she pulled up the walkway to prevent them from coming up. “Now scram crybabies!”

Then Babs joined Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon in their hoofshake, “Bump-Bump- Sugar Lump-Rump!”

But Twinken was quick to notice Babs covering her flank during, but then they heard Sweetie Belle sniffling before she began to cry.

“Sweetie Belle!”

Button hurried over with a tissue box, “You okay?”

“Th-th-thanks, Button!” Sweetie Belle sniffled as she accepted a tissue, blew her nose, and allowed Button to hug her in comfort.

“Girls, are you just gonna take that?!” Twinken and Rumble asked as they came up. “That treehouse belongs to you, and Babs just took it!”

“But how do we get it back?” Scootaloo asked in a pouty manner.

“Let’s just tell Applejack or Midnight,” Twinken insisted, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo yelling, “NO!”

“Thunderlane?” Rumble suggested.

“No!”

“Rarity?” Sweetie Belle added hopefully.

Apple Bloom shook her head, “No, no, no! We gotta fight back!”

“No, girls, you gotta,-” Twinken tried to say, but Apple Bloom shot him the stink eye.

“No! We ain’t snitches! An’ wer’ gonna get Babs so good she’ll never show her nasty face `round here again! Come on, girls!”

Apple Bloom hurried off, followed by a vengeful Scootaloo and a reluctant Sweetie Belle. Rumble and Button sighed as Twinken decided, “We need to have a talk with Babs…”

That night, Twinken crept into the hallway and peered into Apple Bloom’s room, feeling his hackles rise angrily to see Babs making herself comfortable in Apple Bloom’s bed while the latter had been knocked onto a pile of hay with only a newspaper to cover herself.

“Hey, uh, Babs?”

They both looked at Twinken with different looks, Apple Bloom flinching while Babs gave him a look that said ‘why are you talking to me?’

“Could you come downstairs with me?” Twinken asked politely. “I have this map of Manehatten and I’m trying to find something.”

“Eh sure,” Babs shrugged as she slid out of bed but she gave a warning stink eye to Apple Bloom, making her look away from the bed.

Twinken led Babs downstairs to the kitchen where Babs asked, “So what exactly do y’wanna ask me about?”

Suddenly she felt herself lifted off the floor and slammed into the wall, making her yelp. But something covered her mouth to prevent her from yelling out and she glanced down nervously at Twinken, his horn flaring red.
“Yeah, I wanna ask… what is your problem?!”

Babs grumbled angrily, unable to talk, Twinken warning, “I’ll move the gag if you’re smart enough not to squeal…”

Babs gave him a reproachful look but nodded. Twinken pulled the gag away and she said, “What’s the big idea?!”

“You, messing with my sister and her friends!” Twinken said as he levitated several photographs in front of Babs and she flinched at the sight of them! They were all of her, bullying the Crusaders.
“All they wanted was to be friends with you and they even invited you to join their club! But then you break their float and torture them all day long!”

“S-so what?! They’re just a bunch of crybabies,” Babs protested, “Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are so much cooler to hang with!”

“Really?” Twinken gave her a look. “Then tell me, Babs, do you see them being 'cool' with you in any of these photos?”

“What’re you talkin’ about?!” Babs demanded.

“Babs, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are not your friends,” Twinken informed her, “and sooner or later they’ll turn on you! Can’t you see they’re just using you to bully the girls for them so they don’t get in trouble for doing it themselves?”

“That’s not true!” Babs argued.

“Yes it is! I’ve known those two brats a whole lot longer than you, and I know how much it sucks to be made fun of because of a blank flank. But we’re your family, your real friends! Which is why I’m giving you this one chance – Apologize to the girls and admit what you’ve been doing to Applejack and Midnight before the parade tomorrow… or else.”

“Or else what?! Babs demanded, giving Twinken a very scary stink eye, “Ya gonna snitch?”

But Twinken returned her stink eye with his scary glowy red eye, making her whimper.
“Exactly. And if it comes to that, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon will cut you loose.”

Twinken let her drop to the floor and started making his way upstairs.
“Oh, and before I forget – You can sleep on the couch tonight. That bed upstairs belongs to Apple Bloom…”

From the glow of Twinken’s eyes and the sound of his voice, Babs knew he meant business and submissively made for the couch and watched him go upstairs.

I'm sorry for how late this came, I just needed a break from the story. Even now, this chapter here feels a little forced but I couldn't keep you waiting for much longer.