"Stop screaming, seriously!" the officer shouted, attempting to get a word in over the sheer wall of noise he was faced with. "Don't make this any harder than it needs to be!" He stepped forward, menacingly.

Scootaloo stopped screaming to catch her breath. "Why the heck would we want to make this any easier for you?"

"Just shut up and come with us," another officer growled. Scootaloo glared at him before turning back to the first officer.

"Seriously, what do you want us for? This is kinda freaking me out."

The officer rolled his eyes. "C'mon, kid, you already did the whole screaming thing, and your friend there"—he pointed with a hoof to where two other officers were already lifting up Clove Hitch's immobile form—"freaked out something fierce at the sight of us. We both know who you are, and you're not fooling anyone, Miss Scootaloo."

"Really? Coulda fooled me," Scootaloo countered, leaping forward with her front hooves outstretched. In a moment, the orange filly had kicked into the unsuspecting first officer's hooves, knocking him off-balance and sending him reeling to the floor. Scootaloo's companions gawked as a few of the other officers rushed forward. One in particular, a unicorn mare with a wary expression, carried a large net in her magical aura.

"A net?!" Scootaloo exclaimed. "Seriously? Am I an animal or something?" She reached up and batted at the net, kicking its holder in the chest as she fell so that the unicorn lost control, sending the net crashing down over her own head. Scootaloo grinned at her hoofiwork as she landed squarely on her hooves.

"I dunno, are you?" the first officer asked from behind, scrambling to his hooves. "Most grown ponies would come without having a fuss about it, kid." The officer moved around to in front of where Scootaloo stood, staring her down. "You might have a few tricks up your sleeve, but your rebel friend is already down for the count. One against seven won't last for very long."

"One?" Scootaloo rolled her eyes, turning around. "It's not just me—I have my..." She blinked. "...friends?"

The filly raised an eyebrow at the group of friends behind her standing right outside the mouth of the tunnel, who were just standing there while two of the police officers attached hoofcuffs to them one by one. In particular, she glared at Kevin, but all the colt could do was offer her a sheepish, vaguely worried expression.

"Whatever!" Scootaloo cried, turning back to the officer. "I'll just take you by myself!" She rushed forward as fast as her legs would carry her, even using her buzzing wings to propel herself faster and faster until she rammed headfirst into...

...the officer's outstretched hoof. THWAK!

"...ow..." Scootaloo moaned as she shakily stepped back. "Dang it..."

As she stumbled around, the officer stepped forward, a pair of hoofcuffs in his hooves. Just as he was about to reach down and hoofcuff the filly, however...

"Stop!" shouted a voice from within the cave. The officer hesitated a moment just to look up, but that's all that really was intended. Out from the mouth of the cave leapt a green mare who dashed forward in full force, dodging Scootaloo to ram the officer with the side of her body as she skidded to a halt, knocking him off his hooves.

"L-Later?" Scootaloo stammered.

"The one and only," the mare replied, winking. Before Scootaloo could do anything else, though, Even Later looked up and began galloping towards the officers who had just finished hoofcuffing Scootaloo's companions. Snarling, the mare raised her forehooves and began trying to land punches on the two assailants. Their hooves moved so fast that in Scootaloo's eyes it was all a blur, and she couldn't quite tell who was landing more hits on whom.

"A little help, Scoots?" Later cried as she took a hoof to her cheek. Stirring to action, Scootaloo bounded forward to try to do anything she could to help. To the side, Kevin and Cotton Fluff were hard at work using their magic to try and pry off their hoofcuffs, to little avail.