Resume: Naked Rarity hosts an internet video, with all of her friends contributing, about achieving the perfect music festival look.

At Rarity's house, a close-up of a computer monitor. The mouse cursor clicks on an icon at the left edge, bringing up a contact list headed by a picture of Rarity fully naked. A click on her entry within the list, and it is replaced by a window and sound effects to indicate that a video call is being placed. Zoom in until the window fills the screen; after a couple of rings, it gives way to a shot of the fashion-conscious teen sitting at a keyboard in her bedroom. She is wearing only her jacket; the same will be true of three of the Rainbooms and other three of the are fully naked just like Rarity when they appear next. However, she has removed her furry blue bolero jacket and set it on a headless mannequin, exposing the sleeveless design of her naked body. A few control icons line the bottom edge of the screen.

“Some say the best part of a music festival is the music. But to me…” Rarity said as she puts hands to mouth as if trying to hold in a giddy outburst, but soon gives up the effort and rises to plant one barefoot on her chair and spin where she stands. The jacket is whisked away and pulled on in the same motion. “…it’s fashion!”

The image shrinks into the top left corner of the screen, replaced by one of Applejack leaning back against a fence on the grounds of Sweet Apple Acres. A passing pig eyes her curiously as Naked Rarity gets herself under control and sits down. It is daytime here.

“An old pair of cowboy boots’ll keep you from steppin’ in a steamin’ pile of…” Applejack said and Rarity cringes. “…uh…fashion emergency.”

A grunt from the porker, and her window shrinks into an apple icon at bottom right. Now Fluttershy is seen in her bedroom completely barefooted and naked, touching up a garland of leaves and flowers in her hair that has replaced the blue-violet blossoms she wore in Musical Festival.

“If you’ve got hang-ups with hangers—” Fluttershy sets a bird’s nest filled with eggs on her head. “—look for style right outside your window.”

The eggs hatch and the emerging baby birds start cheeping.

“Oh, I believe they’re famished for fashion.” Rarity tinnies as if heard through a computer speaker.

“Well, actually, they do want me to regurgitate worms into their beaks.” Fluttershy crestfallens.

Naked Rarity, horrified, hammers at the keys until her window fills the screen again and Naked Fluttershy’s end of the call is minimized as a butterfly icon above Applejack’s.

“Innovative. Who’s next?” Rarity hastilies.

Shrink into top left; Rainbow Dash appears on the Canterlot High soccer field completely barefooted and naked too; bouncing a ball from one knee to the other. This shot picks out the placement of the stone from her geode in her bare chest, which had been hidden by the camera angles in her.

“Make sure you can move, whether you’re dancing at the festival or after a hat trick.” Rainbow said.

A barefoot backwards-flipping kick sends the black-and-white spheroid into the goal behind her, and she springs upright almost as soon as it has landed.

“TOUCHDOWN!!” Rarity tinies again.

“Uh, that’s not what it’s ca—” A tap by Naked Rarity minimizes the jock’s end into a cloud/lightning-bolt icon above Naked Fluttershy’s. Up next is Sunset Shimmer, sitting on her couch at home and wearing a pair of headphones in addition to her festival threads.

“Can’t go wrong with a classic.” Sunset said.

Shrink to a sun icon at bottom left; Pinkie Pie gets a turn now, leaning toward the camera and adjusting it in extreme close-up.

“Classic? You mean like…” She backs away, showing her own bedroom—with a party cannon sitting in the middle of the floor. A hard yank on the rope extending from the breech tilts its barrel up toward the ceiling. “…confetti?!?” Pinkie fires off a blast, surprising Rarity; stand up to full height. “Confetti everywhere!” Contented sigh. “Classic Pinkie Pie.”

Her purple-haired friend lets out an alarmed squeak as the paper bits unexpectedly rain down on her end, leaving her with a badly disheveled coiffure that she has to pat back into place.

“Oops! Sorry!” Pinkie apologies Rarity.

Now her end drops back to a three-balloon icon above Sunset’s, yielding to a shot of Twilight Sparkle standing in a lab completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down.

“You know what’s always in style?” Twilight openings her fanny pack. “Personal responsibility.” She pulls out items as she names them. “Earplugs for high-decibel situation [sic], a water bottle, flashlight and compass in case you get lost, the other kind of compass in case you need to draw—”

“The other kind” being the sort used in drafting and navigation to draw circles and arcs. Naked Rarity’s growing puzzlement leads her to cut the brainiac off with a keystroke, and her own window expands to fill the screen as Naked Twilight is reduced to a star-cluster icon above Pinkie.

“Aaaand there you have it, my loves. At the end of the day, it’s always in fashion to be utterly yourselves.” All six icons suddenly expand into small windows to tile both sides of the screen. The main window contracts slightly and every girl waves to the camera. “See you at the festival!” Naked Rarity tinnies.

The mouse cursor clicks on the X at the top right corner to close the window, and a tap on an icon at the bottom left corner shuts off the monitor.