Resume: Applejack tries to record a video of the steps involved in building a dressing room for Rarity, incluing her own dress.

At Rarity's house, on close-up of Applejack standing in a room with a bare wood floor. The walls are unadorned, inset with alcoves directly behind her and to both sides. Visible in the bottom right corner of the screen is an icon consisting of a wooden apple in a matching frame—like Spike, she is making an online video. Her image is slightly fuzzy at first, but comes into focus before she begins to speak.

“On today’s DIY with Applejack—” Applejack holds up a hammer. “—we’re gonna build my friend Rarity a dream dressin’ room, in just seventy-three easy steps.”

The image jitters briefly, followed by a quick swivel that frames an extreme close-up of the fashionista’s features, her cheeks all but mashed against the lens. Evidently she drew camera-operator duty for this endeavor. The apple icon remains on the screen.

“Hello, darlings. I can’t wait for my fabulous new dressing room and—” A loud, impatient throat-clearing from Applejack’s direction brings her up short. “Oh. Sorry.” Rarity blushes and laughs. “Promise I won’t make another peep.”

The camera swivels back to the hands-on teen, who has put away the hammer.

“Let’s get started!” Applejack said.

Snap to black, a flicker of static blinking across the screen, then immediately to a brief, shaky zoom out from her standing among a clump of trees on the Sweet Apple Acres grounds during the day. The apple icon is gone from the screen now. She has donned a hard hat in place of her usual one, safety goggles, and work gloves and is leaning against an axe whose head rests in the grass. The tool is lifted into a two-handed grip.

“First, you need wood. So for step one, I’m gonna cut down one of my trees.”

Here comes the swing—but the following words startle her into slamming on the brakes just before the blade can make contact with the trunk.

“Ooh, just a dash of peep. How many trees are we going to need?” Rarity said.

Mildly vexed at the interruption, the farmer pulls the axe back for another go. The entire image freezes just short of a hit, a “pause” symbol within a circle superimposing itself on the screen. Now the camera backs up to put the entire scene within the viewing window of a computer World Wide Web site, complete with running time display, volume control, and progress bar. A mouse cursor clicks on the slider control affixed to this last and drags it to the right, instantly advancing the video through a series of still shots. Standing over the now-felled tree and wiping her brow…carrying a plank…measuring the height of one alcove in the room…using a power sander on the top of a crate…sawing a plank…and the cursor clicks to resume the playback as she is sanding it.

Applejack slights tinny. “Step eight.” Zoom in until the viewing window fills the screen again; normal audio resumes. “Gettin’ rid of splinters.”

The shift in the sound quality reflects a transition from watching the video online to being on the scene again.

“Now you have to give each square foot of the surface thirty clockwise strokes with the buffer—”

“Thirty!” Rarity makes Applejack shuts it down. “Darling, that seems a bit excessive.”

“Yes, thirty.” Applejack needles, smiles and restarting. “And then you have to double-check those strokes by…” Shut down again. “…aw, shoot! I lost count. Well, I have to cut down a new tree.” She walks out.

“This is positively electrifying.” Rarity yawns; camera wobbles slightly.

Snap to staticky black, then in to Applejack holding a paint roller. She is no longer wearing her work gear and has put on her cowboy hat again. Behind her, a door has been fitted up and decorated, a splotch of paint marks the wall above this, and a fringe of fabric trim hangs from the upper edge of the wall alcove to her right. Lumber and rolls of fabric are scattered about, through which Rarity’s cat Opalescence enters the workspace.

“Step twenty-nine—paintin’ your room.” She lifts a can of paint. “I chose this practical brown color—”

The fussy feline chooses this moment to voice her opinion in a loud hiss. The camera focus shifts briefly to her and back, throwing a mild scare into Applejack, then swings briefly from side to side as if Rarity is shaking her head. A “you’ve got to be kidding me” look comes over the freckled face, followed by a quick snap to black and in to the room again. Now Opal is much more content, while Applejack has stitched on a slightly forced grin as she holds up her roller and a different can.

“Step twenty-nine-point-five—paintin’ your room with this, uh, very bright purple.”

A pale hand reaches into view to give her a big thumbs-up, after which the view undergoes a “diamond wipe” to frame Applejack regarding one back corner of the room. That is, the new image expands from the center of the screen and takes on a diamond shape as it grows until the transition is complete. The walls have been fully painted in the Rarity-approved shade.

“Step forty-two—adding tufted button walls.” Applejack tosses roller into a can.

Close-up of a patch of floor, fabric being unrolled to cover it.

Applejack from o.s., reaching briefly into view to measure. “You’re gonna want to be careful, measurin’ the satin at least twice…”

As she says this, Opal darts in to work the textile over with her claws and shoot the camera a slightly dirty look. There follows a split-second blip of black, which clears to show the floor again bare; as a new length of fabric is rolled out, the mouse cursor appears and clicks to pause the video. As before, the view zooms out to frame the entire computer screen and the slider on the progress bar is dragged right to skip ahead. Stills flash by of Applejack repeatedly measuring again, first with a tape measure and then with additional tools, followed by a close-up of her face, mouth open to speak and index finger raised to drive home a point. Zoom in until the viewing window fills the screen again; the cursor clicks to resume the playback, then drops out of sight.

“Now that you’ve measured five times—” She hefts a pair of hedge clippers. “—we can begin to cut the samples.”

A less-than-amused throat-clearing from behind the camera stops her cold, and after a staticky flash of black, the blonde smiles sheepishly while holding up a pair of scissors more suited to the task at hand. Her test snips are frozen by a click of the cursor, which drags the progress bar slider ahead to frame her standing at the trimmed alcove. Stacks of fabric swatches fill both hands and litter the floor; she regards these with no small degree of confusion as the mouse and controls drop away.

“We just have to figure out which of the sixty-two samples work best.”

These words are punctuated by a yawn from Rarity and a slow droop of the camera until it frames the booted feed and a napping Opal. At the sound of Applejack’s annoyed throat-clearing, though, she snaps awake with a little yelp and trains the lens ahead once more.

“Now the real fun begins!” She said.

Rarity sourls. “Oh, now the real fun begins.” Camera starts to tilt and fall again. “I’ve been having so much fun the whole time.” Weary sigh.

“Rarity!” Now o.s; a yawn from Rarity. “Wake up! Mmm... Maybe, this'll help me a lot, i guess.”

The camera is now pointing into the pale girl’s own shadow, which grows to fill and black out the screen to the sound of a hearty thud—she has carried it to the floor while passing out from sheer boredom and exhaustion. On the start of the next line, the view fades in to an extreme close-up of Applejack’s hand holding Rarity's blue shaped diamonds for hairclip, yellow and gold bracelets, light blue sleeveless tank top with a lime green collar with blue diamonds and pearls on the top, and a frilly detail on the bottom, purple belt with her pony counterpart's cutie mark on the football-shaped diamond buckle, purple pencil skirt, purple underwear and purple high-heels with the same pony counterpart's cutie mark on them very tight, which pulls away from the lens to expose the finished room. Racks for shoes and accessories fill the alcove at the far wall; the trimmed one now holds a bed in which Naked Rarity and Opal are sleeping peacefully; across from it; a third niche houses a vanity counter and mirror. Furniture and carpets are present in the appropriate opulent style, including a chandelier hanging over the low central table, and all the materials and tools have been cleared away. The camera is now in Applejack’s hands along side with Rarity's dress.

“Step seventy-three—” The apple icon appears at bottom right. “—the big reveal!”

Opal meows grumpily at the disturbance, the camera panning slightly to frame the bed and its occupants.

“Oh, yeah. Good night, you two. And Rarity, thank you so much for let me keep this.” Applejack said softly.

The cat settles back down to sleep.