"Gavin, I have to say, I'm surprised," Geoff said, holding a plastic cup in his hand. One which he had already drank and refilled eight times in the span of forty-five minutes. "I thought you would have used this time for something that suited you better."

"What? Like being a git?" Gavin asked with a sweet, innocent smiled.

"Well, yeah," he nodded without thinking. Not that he had to, seeing as Gavin was indeed a git of the highest order

"Come now, Geoff. You know me better than that," the Englishman scoffed, taking a sip out of his own glass.

"Yeah, I'm afraid I do," Geoff chuckled, patting Gavin on the shoulder. "But it's okay. I forgive you."

"Aw, you're the best, Geoff," Gavin smirked, now watching as the ponies danced about in the middle of the room. "So what do you think about them?"

"I guess they're alright, but I don't think I'm going to really miss them when we get back," Geoff shrugged.

"Come on, Ray! You can do it!" Jack yelled from the other side of the shop. "Kick Michael's ass!"

"Fuck you, Jack," the angry Michaeld mumbled as he slammed the palm of his right hand on the buttons of the arcade machine. "And fuck this game. It controls like shit."

"Nah, you're just bad at video games," Jack smirked.

"Better than you are, asshole," he grumbled.

"YOLO. Right, Jack?" Ray asked as he continued tapping the button as fast as he could.

"YOLO indeed, Ray," Jack nodded, bemused.

Ray smirked and danced around the group of buttons with his fingers, deftly tapping each one at the right moment, while at the same time moving his avatar around Michael. Michael tried his best to get more points than Ray, but Ray kept grabbing each coin that Michael was going for before he could get to them. After a few more seconds of this, the game ended and the words "New Highscore" appeared on the screen, along with a command saying "Enter Name".

"Fuck this," Michael snapped, instantly turning around to walk away from the machine.

"That's right, Michael, you better run," Jack laughed happily.

"You want to play?" Ray asked, smiling coyly.

"Yeah, no thanks," he answered instantly, preferring not to even try to win an already lost fight. Jack then noticed Gavin and Geoff talking to each other. "Come on, let's go."

"Give me a sec," Ray said as he quickly put in X-Ray for his name. "Alright, lets go."

Ray then grabbed the cup that sat on top of the arcade machine and followed Jack to the others.

"Hey guys," Geoff nodded at the pair as they approached him. "So you're just good at all video games, aren't you, Ray?"

"Please, Geoff," he bowed. "I prefer the term godlike."

"Modest as always," Geoff chuckled, taking a swig from his alcohol. "Still surprised they have booze here."

"Yeah, it is kind of surprising," Jack nodded.

"You going to grab a drink, Ray?" Michael asked.

"Nah, I'll stick to the punch," he replied with a laugh, sipping out of the cup.

"Yeah, me too!" Pinkie said, peeking out from under the table with her own glass of punch, surprising the others.

"Hey Pinkie," Ray said, smirking as the pony put an abnormally large twisty straw into her cup. "This is a petty rad party."

"Thanks, Ray!" she giggled. "They're sort of my specialty."

"Hey, I helped," Gavin grunted.

"Of course, Gavy," she agreed instantly. "This party wouldn't have been as great if you hadn't helped."

"God, I still can't believe Gavin actually helped with something that didn't involve fire," Michael grunted.

"Yeah, I guess that's one favor down, huh?" Pinkie asked, making all the guys except for Gavin turn all focus to Pinkie. "I mean, this wasn't the original favor that he was supposed to do, but I was probably going to switch the old favor for the one Gavin did for me, so I'm pretty sure it still counts as the favor he needed to do to get home! That means that he doesn't even need to do that much for his time here! That also means that he gets to spend more time having fun instead of boring work!"

"Ah, great. Gavin gets to sit around and watch us do all the work, as usual," Michael growled, crossing his arms in disappointment.

"I know, isn't it great?" he asked with impish delight. Turning to the pink pony, he lifted up his glass. "To Pinkie. A strange horse who, by letting me plan this party, has now guaranteed my way back home."

"Here, here!" she whooped, putting her punch in the air with the girls.

"Lighten up, Michael. We're at a party," Jack said, elbowing Michael before drinking out of his cup.

"You, Jack Pattillo, the king of butthurt and grumpiness, are telling me to lighten up," he asked, raising a brow. "You must be drunk."

"Nah, I only have a little buzz," Jack shrugged, waving the insult off. "Besides, we'll just make Gavin help us do this stuff anyways. "I don't mean to jinx us, but I think we might actually make it through this pony stuff alive."

"We still don't know what the others want to do, though," Geoff added warily, turning to Pinkie. "So what do the other ponies will try to get us to do?"

"I don't know," she said honestly, putting her hoof on her chin to show that she was thinking. "Rarity will probably want you guys to parade in her dresses, Fluttershy will probably make you guys clean up after her animal friends, and Rainbow Dash will probably want you guys to race her."

"God dammit, Gavin really got off easy," Michael muttered sourly.

"Heh, I did, didn't I?" Gavin chortled, finding great joy in watching Michael grow angry.

"But hey, you never know what Twilight promised she would do for the others," Pinkie added after taking a large sip from her glass, watching giddily as the juice traveled through the straw. "Maybe Rainbow Dash is the one that wants you to try on her dresses."

"Rainbow Dash makes dresses?" Geoff asked, raising a brow.

"Well, she does sort of look like she would be one to do that," Jack coughed.

"What do you mean by that?" Ray asked seriously. "Because she looks like a lesbian horse?"

"Jesus, Ray. As usual, your tact is something to behold," Jack grunted as he shook his head.

"Why don't we just ask them what they want us to do?" Michael asked. "I mean, they're all here right now, and that is what we sort of set out to do..."

"Good point," Geoff nodded, then turned to the ponies to grab their attention. "Hey girls, mind coming over here for a second?"

The girls stopped, shrugged at each other, and then made their way to the guys.

"What can we do for you, Geoff?" Twilight asked.

"We were about to ask the same thing to the others," Geoff smiled, turning to address the others. "As you guys know, to get home we have to do favors for you guys. We're not sure if more than one of us can help you with each favor, so we figured it would be cool if you could tell us what you needed to be done, that way we can decide who does what."

"Oh, that?" Rarity asked with a laugh. "Twilight simply promised to help me gather some materials and catalog my inventory. It is not that hard, nor is there a lot to do."

"Great," Geoff nodded. "Michael, you-"

"Hey, I want to hear what Fluttershy needs to be done before I do anything Rarity says," Michael grunted, but turned to Rarity. "No offense."

"None taken." Rarity said slowly, but actually took slight offense from his words.

"Me?" Fluttershy asked quietly, not liking how the angry one picked her out.

"Yeah, what did Twilight promise to do for you?" he asked calmly.

"She just... promised to help train some of m-my animal friends," she stuttered. "But it takes a long time, and you need to be really patient and nice to the animals for them to listen, so I don't think-"

"I'm cool with that," he nodded instantly, turning to the guys. "Dibs that one."

"Worst pony," ray coughed, but only loud enough for Michael and the guys to hear.

"Ray, I swear to god..." Michael growled, but smiled at Fluttershy. "Can't wait to help you out, though. It should be fun."

"I, er... okay..." she said, taking a slight step back, slightly scared for the safety of her and her animal friends.

"Alright, and how about you?" Geoff asked, now looking at Rainbow Dash.

"Well, it's sort of a surprise," Rainbow Dash said honestly.

"Come on, we need to know," he said.

"Alright, but you have to promise to not tell this to anyone, okay?" she asked, making the guys grow curious. "It'll just be for the ponies in this room. And humans too, I guess."

"Sure, fine, whatever," Geoff nodded impatiently.

"Hey, I'm serious," she said firmly. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Yes, we promise," he said.

"Cross your heart?" Rainbow Dash asked, dragging her hoof along her heart to form a cross.

"Cross my heart," he grunted, repeating her movement.

"Hope to fly?" she said, flapping her wings.

"Sure, whatever."

"Say it."

"What?"

"Say hope to fly," she replied coolly.

"Fine, fine," he said, flapping his wrists. "Hope to fly."

"Stick a cupcake in my eye," she said finally, putting her right hoof inches away from her eye.

"Yeah, stick a cupcake in my eye," he said quickly, following her lead.

"All of you do it now," she said.

"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye," they said in unison, doing the movements, knowing it would be pointless to argue with her.

"There, now what is it?" Geoff inquired tiredly.

"Alright, well, I know this little filly named Scootaloo, right?" she said, instantly grabbing Geoff's attention. "I sort of went to the doctor a while back and they told me that... well, they said that she isn't really supposed to fly."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, they said something about under developed wings, along with some other doctor mumbo jumbo," she said quietly. "They said that beyond a wing transplant that there wasn't much hope for her being able to naturally fly for more than a few seconds. As a pegasus, that's one of the worst things that could happen."

"That sucks," Ray said quietly.

"I know," she nodded, then shook her head. "Anyways, her birthday is coming up in a few days, and Twilight promised to help me give her the experience of flying, you know? I carried her in the sky a few times, and she seemed happy with that, but nothing beats the feel of flying on your own. I'm still not sure how we're going to do it, but I wanted to find a way to help her do that."

"That's... really commendable," Geoff said, feeling mixed of emotions.

"Thanks," she nodded. "Anyways, it's not for a few days, so we have a while to cook something up."

"Alright, but who's going to help do that?" Jack asked. "None of us are really good at-"

"I'll do it," Geoff grunted.

"What? Why?"

"Michael already said he wanted to help Fluttershy, I assume Ray wants to help Applejack-"

"Yeah!" Ray chipped.

"And I don't really want to help with some silly dresses," he said, turning to Rarity. "No offense."

"None taken," Rarity said quietly, wondering if it was her breath.

"Alright, so I guess I... dammit, I have to do the dress stuff?" Jack asked, beginning to turn to Rarity.

"None... taken," she said glumly before he could say it.

"Ah suppose that's our cue. Thanks for th' party, Pinkie," Applejack said. "It was fun, but Ah think we should probably get goin' if we want to be fully rested for tomorrow."

"No problem!" she giggled. "We'll throw another party for the guys before they leave. And when they do another favor. And if I think of any other reason to throw a party, because who doesn't like parties?"

"The worst kind of people," Gavin said.

"I know, right?"

"Girls, we'll be sure to help you as best as we can," Geoff said as he opened the door and walked out with Applejack. Once they were all outside, they set a brisk pace for Sweet Apple Acres. "You know, Jack? Things actually are starting to look up."

"Yeah. Speaking of looking up, I wonder how Ryan's doing?" Jack said, scratching his beard.

Back in Austin, Texas, roughly five seconds after the others got zapped away, a worried Ryan runs towards Rooster Teeth offices, muttering swears under his breath. Inside, Ryan sees Kara standing in the doorway to the Achievement Hunter offices, making him think that the others hadn't started yet and he still had time.

"Hey Kara, sorry I'm late. I sort of had some other stuff to attend to," Ryan said as he pushed the doors open, only to see that Kara's was looking into the room with a worried expression. "Kara, are you okay?"

"I..." she trialed off in reply, shaking her head dumbly. "Where the hell did they go?"

"Where did who go? The guys?" Ryan asked, walking up to the doorway to look into it. When he looked through, however, he found that the room was empty, bar some of the equipment which was on the ground. "Maybe they decided to wait until I showed up to start."

"No, they were there," she shook her head more vigorously this time. "I walked in to tell them to shut up, then something happened and they weren't there anymore."

"What do you mean they weren't there anymore?"

"I don't know. They were there, and now they aren't."

"Did they tell you where you went?"

"No, they-"

"Dammit, guys. Will you quiet down?" Burnie Burns asked, looking down from the staircase at the duo. "I can't finish my sandwich with you guys yammering on like a bunch of old ladies."

"Sorry, Burnie, but the others kind of... left," Ryan muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

"That sucks," Burnie shrugged. "But you guys still need to get a video out. It's your job."

"But I can't do it alone," he objected.

"That's not my problem. My problem is trying to finish my damn sandwich," Burnie shouted as he went up the stairs. "Do what you have to do, Ryan."

After twenty minutes of scrambling around, Ryan had solicited the help of a few people around the offices. The group, consisting of Ryan, Caleb, Kara, and Joel Heyman, sat in the Achievement Hunter room. They all sat in front of a screen, controllers and equipment on, but facing Ryan, who stood in the middle of the room.

"Alright guys, I know this is short notice, but we need to put out another Let's Play," Ryan said to the group sitting in chairs before him. "I'm sure you've all played this game before, so let's just try to get right into it, okay?"

"I don't remember what I'm supposed to do," Joel said, eyeing the screen curiously. "This is Battletoads, right?"

"I'm not sure what this week's competition is, so we'll have to make one up," he continued, ignoring Joel's question.

"Maybe we should just play around for fun," Kara suggested, feeling slightly out of place.

"Don't be silly, we don't have fun with each other," Ryan said, waving his hand at her. "No, we need to find an objective to meet or something. Caleb, any ideas?"

"Maybe we can work on making the coolest looking fortress," Caleb said. "Or go into pairs of two and try to fight each other."

"Hmm," Ryan murmured, rubbing his chin.

"Oh! Oh no! Ryan, help! I'm blind!" Joel cried, looking around in a frenzy.

"Joel," he started, face-palming at Joel. "Your headset is over your eyes."

"Oh," Joel said, pushing it back on top of his head.

"What if we go into teams of two and try to make the most badass fort, but we can attack each other?" Ryan asked Caleb.

"Sounds good with me," Caleb nodded.

"Joel, you're with Caleb. Kara, you're on my team," he said, sitting down in his chair. "Alright, let's get this started."

"I need to go to the bathroom," Joel said quietly, but Ryan simply ignored him and turned on his mic.

"Hey guys, Ryan here. Sorry to say, but the other guys kind of... took a trip... or something," he said with forced enthusiasm. "Anyways, guys, we have a special treat for you today. We have guest appearances from both Kara, as well as one you've wanted to see again, Joel."

"What am I supposed to do again?" Joel asked, now holding the controller upside down, mic back over his eyes.

"We are so fired," Ryan whimpered, putting both of his hands on his face.