The last scenario is just a plain stage, with nothing on it. Derpy Hooves comes in, looking frustrated.

  "Um... I'm sorry... you guys. I seem to have lost the script again.", says Derpy.

  "What's wrong, Derpy?", asks Spike.

  "I lost the script to the last sketch."

  "*sigh* Again? Are you sure you're not standing on it?"

  "No, I'm not."

  "You're not sure, or you're not standing on it?"

  "Why would I fall for that again? Of course I'm not standing on it. See?" Derpy moves out of her current location.

  "Well, where could it be then?"

  "Maybe someone took it."

  "Who could it be?"

  "I don't know. Let me ask the audience." Derpy turns to the audience. "Has anyone seen the script?"

  Everyone shrugs.

  "Maybe the crew took it.", says Spike.

  "HEY!", yells Derpy to the crew behind the curtains. "EVERYPONY, COME HERE RIGHT NOW!"

  Bigmac, Lyra, Bon-Bon and Sweetie Belle come to the stage.

  "Did one of you take the script?"

  "Nope.", says Bigmac.

  "Why would I?", says Lyra.

  Bon-Bon makes a "no" with her head.

  "Derpy, you're holding it in your hoof right now.", says Sweetie Belle.

  "I am?", says Derpy. "Holy guacamole! The script is here!"

  Everyone does a facehoof.

  "Okay, let's get this started then! You guys can go back to the curtains."

  The scene starts over.

  Derpy Hooves comes in, looking frustrated.

  "Um... I'm sorry... you guys. I seem to have lost the script again.", says Derpy.

  "What's wrong, Derpy?", asks Spike.

  "I lost the script to the last sketch."

  "*sigh* Again? Are you sure you're not standing on it?"

  "No, I'm not."

  "You're not sure, or you're not standing on it--"

  "Alright, alright, enough.", interrupts Lincoln. "Great job, you guys."