"Rise an' shine, boys," Applejack announced, pushing the barn door open, allowing the sun to wash over the five of them. "It's another beautiful day, don't want y'all sleepin' through it."

"What time is it?" Jack grunted groggily, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.

"Eight. Figured Ah'd give ya an extra hour of sleep on accounta th' party."

"Thanks, then," Geoff said, scratching his head as he pulled himself off the ground. "Mind giving us a minute?"

"Sure thing," she said, tipping her hat at them.

"Thanks again," Geoff sighed as she walked outside. Shifting his head, he looked at his coworkers who were all currently trying their hardest to think of an excuse to not get up.

"God, I really don't want to work today," Michael moaned as he sat on his pile of straw, pulling some of it over him, using it as an itchy blanket.

"Not even for a Scooby Snack?" Ray asked tiredly, lifting himself out of the hay.

"Do you have a Scooby Snack, Ray?" Michael asked as he turned to Ray with a lifted brow. "Because if you gave me one, I'd totally get up."

"No, but I think I saw a dog turd in here somewhere."

"Yeah, no thanks..." Michael grunted, sitting up.

"Alright, guys. Enough dicking around," Geoff announced as he clapped his hands together a few times. "Time to get up and work on getting back home."

"I hear that. When we get back, the first thing I'm going to do is go home and sleep in an actual bed. This hay is annoying as hell," Jack muttered as he rose to his feet and stretched. Looking towards the door, he let out a loud yawn. "Wasn't Applejack supposed to get us cots or something? Whatever happened to that?"

"You can ask her when we're inside," Geoff said, walking towards the door.

"Right behind you, Geoff!" Gavin chuckled lazily as he walked after his friend.

"Why are you getting up?" Michael asked irately. "You already did what you were supposed to do. You could just sleep in."

"Where's the fun in that?" Gavin countered with a smile. "I want to sit around and watch you guys do some work."

"That's what you always do, Gavin," Michael hissed.

The five men made their way out of the barn, giving a curt nod as they passed a working Big Mac and Winona. Once they came into the farmhouse, they found that the table in the kitchen had several plates with some food on them. But something about the food made them pause. Applejack, who was standing by the other entrance to the kitchen, smiled at them.

"Wait, are those actual sandwiches?" Jack asked dumbly, not expecting there to be anything to eat besides apples on the farm.

"Yup. Ah figured y'all might get tired of eatin' apples every day, so Ah managed to rustle up some other stuff for ya."

"Thank you, based God," Ray said, being the first to sit at the table.

"And don't worry, Ah left out the hay. Ah also figured y'all would be tired of that seein' as y'all have been sleepin' on it," she chuckled as everyone else began sitting around the small table.

"Yeah, about that. Didn't you say you were going to hook us up with something other to sleep on?" Michael asked. "Not that I mean to rush, it's just that stuff is uncomfortable as hell."

"Ah'll look around for some stuff while y'all eat," she promised, then nodded at the table. "Now go on ahead and start diggin' in. Breakfast is th' most important meal of th' day.

As soon as Applejack left, the gang began to eat their food. Happy that it wasn't apples, they quickly devoured what they had in front of them, leaving them to wait for Applejack.

"You know, I could get used to the farm life," Gavin said after a few minutes of silence.

"If you ran a farm, your crops would die within minutes," Michael grunted.

"I didn't mean running a farm. I just meant sitting here, you know? Get some fresh air. Really helps clear out your shnoz when you're feeling congested," he chuckled, scratching the bridge of his nose.

"There, put some stuff in the farm for ya. Had a few extra pillows and covees layin' around for guests," Applejack said as she walked back into the room before Michael could counter Gavin. As Ray and Gavin thanked her with a smile, she noticed that the others were looking tired. "So what're y'all plannin' for today?"

"I have to try to figure out a way to make a little pony fly in the air, and I have absolutely no idea how the hell I'm supposed to do that," Geoff groaned as he rubbed his face, knowing he was going to be getting a lot of headaches during his time here.

"Maybe you shouldn't have said you'd do it, Geoff," Gavin piped.

"I have to do it because I'm the smartest of the five of us," he grunted, glaring at Gavin. "I don't really think you guys would be able to handle this. Takes a lot of thinking power. Something that none of you really have."

"Right, the smartest," Jack snorted, rolling his eyes. "Maybe I can try giving you a little help with that. As long as I don't actually help you help her fly, I think I can help you brainstorm some ideas."

"I don't know..." Geoff muttered. "You should go help that Rarity chick with her problem."

"Okay, I really just don't want to measure fabrics yet," Jack grunted. "I'm way too tired and I think I have a small hangover from last night."

"Just as good, Ah suppose," Applejack piped. "Sometimes Rarity likes t' get more of her beauty sleep, so she might not even be up yet. Your best bet is t' wait until th' afternoon to go an' see her."

"Great," Jack sighed with a breath of relief. "So what do you say, Geoff? Need any help brainstorming?"

"Sure," Geoff said with a shrug. "Probably would be good to get some ideas going because I'm drawing a blank. And as long as it isn't Gavin or Michael suggesting ideas, then I'm happy."

"Use a catapult, Geoff!" Gavin said happily, not taking Geoff's remark to heart.

"Hey, Applejack. Do you think Fluttershy is awake now?" Michael asked, taking a bite out of the large apple.

"Probably, yeah," she said with a nod. "She always wakes up early t' feed all her critter friends."

"Whelp, then I'm out," he said, snapping to his feet and clapping his hands once. "I want to get this stuff out of the way as fast as I can, that way I can just hang around like Gavin is."

"Oh, I'll come with you," Gavin chuckled, following Michael as he began towards the door.

"Oh no you don't," he growled, pushing Gavin away. "I don't want you setting any of the animals on fire or something equally as stupid that you're bound to do."

"Yeah, but I don't want to hang out with Geoff because Jack is going to be with him," Gavin said sarcastically.

"Hey!" Jack snapped angrily.

"I see your point. But why not Ray?" Michael countered.

"Because he's counting apples. Sounds about as interesting as... well, counting apples, I suppose," Gavin said with a toothy smile. When Michael shook his head and turned around, Gavin pouted sarcastically. "Come on, I promise I won't do anything to the animals or the ponies."

"Fine, whatever. But if I see you so much as touch an animal, I will get a bear to curb stomp you," Michael sighed as he started towards the door, gesturing towards it.

Gavin boasted a large smile as he walked out the door with Michael, arm around the irritable man's neck.

"Hopefully we won't have to see them for the next four or so hours," Geoff murmured as he looked back to the table.

"I know what you mean. If we're lucky, maybe we won't see them for the whole day," Jack added, rubbing the back of his stiff neck. "So. Any actual ideas forming?"

"Gavin's catapult idea doesn't seem too bad," Geoff replied with a small, sarcastic smile. Shaking his head, he sighed. "Too bad I wouldn't know where to start on that idea. I don't think I could build a huge contraption."

"And you can't use magic either," Ray added, running his hand through his hair. "It's too bad, though. I think you'd look adorable with a unicorn horn, Geoff."

"Thanks, Ray," Geoff laughed. "Would also help if I had wings, too."

"Would help if you had both," Jack said.

"A horn and wings, Jack? That'd be fucking stupid," Ray said with a straight face. "I mean, who do you think Geoff is? A princess? He doesn't even have a crown."

"That's a good idea. When we get back, I'll start wearing a crown around the office to remind you guys who's boss," Geoff said. "Not sure how many princesses had to deal with more than one jester a day without getting them beheaded."

"Speaking of stupid ideas, anything besides the catapult?" Jack chipped in, reminding Geoff to focus. "I'm pretty sure that idea would only work for a few seconds, then it would end horribly."

"I don't know, Jack. From what I've seen, these ponies can crash into the ground going over sixty miles an hour and be perfectly fine. Especially Rainbow Dash. There's a reason the people up in.." Ray started, only to stop when he saw the strange look Applejack was giving him.

"'There's a reason people up in' what, Ray?" Jack asked curiously. Glancing to the side, he saw that Ray was making direct eye contact with Applejack. It then snapped into his head that Ray was talking about the show, but didn't want the farm mare to know. Thinking quickly, Jack slammed his hands onto the table, making the others look towards him. "Hey, Applejack. Got any paper we could use to write down our ideas? It would probably help to keep our thoughts organized, you know?"

"Nah, Ah don't have any paper on me," she said as she shook her head. "Y'all could head on over t' Twi's, though. I'm sure she'd be more'n happy t' give ya some supplies."

"I think we've done more walking here than Jack's done in his entire life..." Geoff snorted, rising out of his chair. "Might as well, though. For once I don't just want to sit around and do nothing. Come on, Jack."

"Right behind you," Jack said, ignoring Geoff's jab.

"Now how 'bout you, Ray?" Applejack asked when the second pair left, leaving the lone Puerto Rican behind.

"I'll get started on counting the apples, I guess," Ray said nonchalantly, standing up to stretch.

"Great. Head on out, Ah'll be out in a sec," Applejack said with a smile.

"Sorry, as much as I'd like you to help me, I'm pretty sure I have to do this solo. Maybe get an achievement out of it, y'know?" he asked jokingly.

"Ah don't think so. Twilight promised t' help me count all th' apples, but she ain't ever said she'd do it by herself. Ah was always goin' t' help her with it, so Ah think that means Ah'm allowed t' help ya as well."

"I'm not going to argue with that," Ray chuckled, strolling towards the door to get started on what he believed would be a very easy day.