"Sweetie Belle!" Rarity stomps her hoof. "Do hurry up! You're going to make us late."

"Coming!" Sweetie Belle pretends to be busy with her mane, sneaking a glance down the stairs. From behind Rarity, a pair of green eyes glare up at her. They both know what her sister doesn't: that a certain squeaky mouse is now dangling from the roof of Applejack's barn, and that no punishment from Rarity or Cheerilee can compare to what will happen if she doesn't find a way to get it back.