"Hey Big Guy, wait up." Geoff said quickly as he scrambled after the large workhorse, who was at the moment nearing the orchard.

Big Mac continued, but turned his head to the side, acknowledging Geoff.

"Hey, uh, so..." the man grumbled, trying to find a polite way to put it. "Are we just going to be picking apples all day?"

"Nnnope," Big Mac shook his head.

"Oh thank god," he let out a sigh of relief, then turned and smiled at the others. "Good news guys, we aren't going to be picking apples."

Jack and Gavin smiled at each other gratefully, but Ray and Michael knew better. They shared an uneasy glance with each other, already expecting that they weren't going to be picking apples, sad that their guesses were on the nose.

"What's wrong with you two?" Geoff asked curiously. "I thought you guys would be happy to hear you wouldn't be doing any work. I mean, that's pretty much the norm for you guys anyways, right?"

"Ah never said ya wouldn't do any work," Big Mac said quietly as he walked up to the nearest tree.

"Soooo, what then?" Jack inquired edgily as Big Mac turned around to look at them.

"Ya'll will be apple buckin'," he said passively.

"What the heck is apple bucking?" Gavin asked.

Big Mac lifted his hind legs into the air, then swiftly kicked the tree with both legs at the same time. The gang gawked at the tree as it began began shaking violently from the blow, and dozens of apples fell from the tree, landing softly on the grass below.

"You're fucking kidding, right?" Geoff pleaded, staring at his foot. "There's no way we can do that!"

Big Mac shrugged and went over to the next tree and kicked it, once again knocking all the apples down. The guys stared at each other, nodded, then began walking away. Except for Ray. He walked up to one of the trees that hadn't been kicked and began examining it.

"Don't tell me you're actually thinking about doing it," Jack shook his head in a disappointed manner.

"Pretty sure you don't want to be stuck here," Ray said as he stared at him, then turned back to the tree.

"Unless I'm hallucinating, I'm pretty sure that tree is made out of wood, and that red guy kicked it to make the apples fall," Geoff muttered.

"Yup," he said as he tapped his fist on the tree. "It's wood."

"Funny," Geoff rolled his eyes.

"C'mon guys, we need to do this to get home..." he insisted, waving at the bark.

"God dammit," Jack sighed.

"Yeah. It can't be that hard, right?" Michael asked, now walking towards the tree, clenching his fingers together.

"Wait, Michael don't do-"

Michael punched the tree, then squealed in pain as he heard a crunch. He cursed loudly, waving his hand around in an attempt to rid himself of the pain. Gavin shook his head playfully, happy to see Michael on the receiving end for once.

"I think I fucking broke my hand!" Michael hissed in anger.

"Matches your broken face," Gavin chuckled slyly.

"Shut the fuck up, Gavin," Michael growled, then stuck his fingers in his mouth.

"Both of you be quiet," Ray said quietly, then turned to see Big Mac who was currently kicking his eighth tree. "Hey big guy, can you come over here for a sec?"

Big Mac nodded and slowly made his way over to Ray, waiting for him to speak.

"Now obviously when you were young you couldn't just kick trees straight away. You had to develop the skill over time, right?" Ray asked and Big Mac nodded. "Right, so how did you learn to do it without breaking your hooves?"

Big Mac walked up to the tree and began hitting the tree with his right hoof, testing it. After a few seconds of doing that he smiled at the tree and picked at the tree, chipping away at the bark. Once there was a noticeable chunk missing out of the tree he backed away and nodded.

"So it's basically like a weak point of the tree?" Geoff asked and Big Mac nodded again. "Right, well I don't think any of us are strong enough to do that."

Big Mac looked at them and squinted at their arms, noticing how they had next to no muscle on them. He shook his head and went back to the tree, continuing to look for the weakest parts of the trunk. After a few minutes he had found five weak points and he walked next to Ray.

"Thanks," he sighed, wondering what to do next.

"Okay guys, listen up," Geoff said, clapping his hands together once. "Everyone take one of the weak points and move ten feet away from it. On the count of three we all run at it, jump and kick, got it?"

"No," Jack and Michael grunted.

"Too bad," Geoff muttered, pushing them towards the tree. "If we have to do this, Ray and I aren't doing it alone."

"What about me?" Gavin asked.

"You're weaker than all of us so you wouldn't make much of a difference," Geoff shrugged.

"Oh, I'm okay with that," Gavin chuckled and began walking towards another tree so he could watch them.

"Every little bit helps, Ah always say," Big Mac coughed.

"Man- er, stallion's got a point," Geoff sighed. "C'mon Gav."

"Are we getting paid overtime for this?" Michael asked curiously.

"Shut up and take a damn point."

The guys soon surrounded the tree, each one ten feet away from it. They shared an uneasy glance with each other, and then watched Geoff, waiting for his mark.

"One,"he said and all of them touched the ground, staring dead ahead at the tree.

"Gavin you better kick it," Jack said sternly.

"Two," Geoff said, feeling the grass with his feet, making sure it would be comfy enough for him to cry in pain on.

"I will," Gavin nodded seriously.

"Three!" Geoff yelled and the guys charged towards the towering apple tree.

"This is going to suck!" Michael yelled as they all jumped in the air.

As they were in the air, the guys extended their legs and kicked the points that Big Mac had marked. The sound of several bones cracking echoed through their ears as they rolled about on the ground, crying in pain. Gavin was hopping on one foot, whimpering as he rubbed the sole of his foot. Within seconds he collapsed to the ground and began staring at the sky. While they sat on the ground complaining and yelling, a single apple fell off the tree and hit Michael on the head.

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!"

"What happened?" Applejack asked, running towards them from the farmhouse.

"We're kicking trees like you told us to," Michael snapped.

"Ah never said ya had t' kick any apple trees..." Applejack said slowly, but couldn't help smiling at them.

"But... I thought... the favor..." Ray said quietly.

"Is somethin' else completely," Applejack nodded.

"God," Geoff muttered angrily as he turned to Ray.

"Fucking," Michael added, following Geoff's lead.

"Blimey," Gavin said, staring idly at the clouds.

"Way to pull the combo breaker card, Gav," Jack said, scratching the side of his head tiredly as he stopped rolling on the ground. "So what then? Maybe you want us to plow your field?"

"What?" she asked, taking a step back. "We just met, if ya think that Ah'd-"

"Wha- NO!" he yelped as he jumped to his sore feet and began waving his hands violently at her. "I mean for planting seeds in your- fuck, that sounds wrong too."

"Relax, Ah know what ya mean. Ah was just pullin' your leg. Nah, nuthin' like that," she shook her head. She turned to look at the setting sun and squinted at it, judging what time of day it was. "How 'bout ya'll take a break?"

"Best suggestion I've heard all day," Michael said as he got off the ground to stretch his arms. Once the pain subsided he glared at Ray.

"Day's nearly over and ya'll will hardly be useful if you're going t' help me tomorrow," she chuckled.

Michael scowled and clenched his fist, ready to tell Applejack off, when Ray gently placed the cup of his hand on Michael's shoulder. Michael glared at him, but Ray simply shook his head, silently willing Michael to let it go.

"C'mon, we'll give ya'll some food and then let ya sleep," Applejack said, now trotting towards the farm house. "Hope ya'll like apples!"

"I love apples!" Gavin and Ray said in unison, bounding after her, ignoring the fact that they had said they were tired.

Jack and Geoff shared a quick shrug and slowly began trailing after the bubbly brony and the elated Englishman. Michael unclenched his fist and sighed.

"I fucking hate apples," Michael muttered sourly, kicking the apple that hit him before setting off after the others. "And my foot still hurts."

The guys had gathered inside the farmhouse, standing awkwardly in the front hall, waiting for Applejack to return. After three minutes of waiting, Gavin tapped on Ray's shoulder.

"What is it?" Ray asked Gavin, who was now bobbing up and down.

"I need to go to the loo," he said quietly.

"Don't think they have one here."

"But I don't want to piss myself. I didn't bring and extra knickers."

"Just wait for Applejack, we'll see if there's anywhere you can go."

"I don't think I can wait that long," he whimpered.

"Just go behind the barn," Michael muttered.

"Good idea!" Gavin said thankfully, sprinting out the door.

"Dammit Michael, what did you go and do that for?" Ray asked angrily. "We have to sleep in there tonight!"

"I don't want to hear him bitching, do you?" Michael retorted.

"He's got a point," Geoff nodded.

Before Ray could say anything else, the sound of someone coughing came from the entrance to the kitchen.

"What are ya'll talkin' about?" Applejack asked as they all turned to see her.

"Don't worry about it," Ray shrugged. "So is dinner almost ready?"

"Yup. Say, where's that Gavin fella?"

"Don't worry about it," Michael repeated. "He said he'd be right back."

"Alright then, c'mon in," she said as she walked into the kitchen. "Granny Smith is always happy t' have company, so she said she wanted t' meet ya."

The crew ducked through the door and entered the kitchen, then began to look around. The room was relatively large, and there was a series of cupboards lining the outer wall. There was also an oven with a window behind it and an old, green mare in front of it. The old mare turned around and her jaw dropped at the sight of the tall creatures.

"Hi," Ray said in an instantly cheerful tone, breaking the ice.

"My, ya'll sure are... tall," Granny Smith coughed awkwardly.

"Thanks for noticing," Geoff said, sitting on one of the small chairs. "I'm starving!"

"Well Ah guess we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" the old mare chuckled nervously.

Gavin came in a minute later and the crew had a quick dinner with the Apples. After they finished eating, the guys sat on the ground in the living room. Granny Smith sat in her rocking chair and asked them where they were from. The gang explained where they're from, what their job was, what their lives were like, telling them everything they could without making any mention of the show. Once they had finished explaining their situation, Granny Smith began telling them about her life. Not wanting to be completely rude, the guys listened intently, asking questions whenever she trailed off. Even Gavin contributed to the conversation, complementing Granny Smith whenever she talked about an accomplishment she has done. After a few hours of conversing, Applejack looked out the window and saw the sun was now gone and the moon was up high in the sky. She glanced behind her and saw Gavin curled up on the ground.

"Ah think ya'll should turn in," she said as she woke Gavin up by tapping on his thigh.

"Yeah, probably should," Jack said, stretching his arms. He turned to Granny Smith and gave her a lopsided smile. "Thanks for having us over and giving us some food."

"Ain't no problem," Granny Smith chuckled. "Just doin'... mah part... for..."

And with that, Granny Smith fell asleep mid-sentence.

"Guess that's our cue," Geoff sighed, beginning to walk towards the front door.

"Have a good night, boys," Applejack said.

Geoff threw up his right arm and saluted with his index and middle finger before walking out. The other guys thanked Applejack, though Michael's was more forced than the others. They then made their way to the farmhouse where they promptly took their places in piles of hay.

"You guys still mad at me?" Ray asked, half-jokingly.

"I don't know, maybe if I find out if I broke anything," Jack grunted.

"Hey, sorry for jumping to conclusions, but I wanted to get home just as much as you guys," Ray muttered, but smiled softly. "Well, maybe I'd like to stay a bit longer than you, but I want to get back all the same."

"This hay is fucking itchy," Michael muttered.

"See? Michael agrees with me too."

"Good to hear," Jack said, rolling onto his side. "Michael's right, this hay is fucking itchy."

After a few more complaints about their living conditions, the guys fell into a silence and one by one they began falling asleep. Except for Geoff. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet. He flipped it open and used the light of the moon that shone through a crack in the wood to look at the contents of his wallet. He soon found what he was looking for and took it out, then folded his wallet and put it back in his pocket. He rolled to his side and got his eyes adjusted to the darkness so he could see what he had more clearly.

"I'll be back soon, Millie," Geoff said quietly, staring at the picture of his daughter. "I promise."

"Geoff, shut the fuck up I'm trying to sleep," Michael hissed.

Geoff sighed sadly and leaned the picture against the wall and continued to stare at it until he fell asleep.