You can do this, you can do this... Babs chanted in her mind the next morning as she headed for the hangout. She nervously sat down at a table while keeping her hooves together, as if in a class. Everyone was quiet, and she hoped for somepony- anypony to say something. Finally, Scootaloo cleared her throat, making the first sound for a while in the room.

"Uh...Maybe we could...Um...talk to her privately?" She suggested in more of a questioning tone than a confident one. SweetieBelle sort of shrugged, scared to move an inch as if frozen, and SnowStorm decided she had enough. She broke the ice. With a hammer. Made of diamond. Used by the very Thor himself.

  "ENOUGH! This isn't helping at all! I think what Scootaloo said is a great idea, although we need to plan a bit more!" She screamed. Everyone was silent, except for some of her heavy breathing. "So!?" Snowstorm growled. Babs was thinking too much to hear the outburst, completely in her mind. Snowstorm just sighed and slumped in her seat. Ponies either stared or just nervously looked around the room. A few sighed, and Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo didn't really do anything but look at Snowstorm. But Babs just smiled. A grin, actually.

  "Actually, that's a very good idea. I'm not sure if I just wanted to belive this, but I think I saw her trying to ask for help. We just need to plan this out, just like you said." She smiled at Snowstorm. Babs continued, "I think we should tell her that we'll make a deal. We will 'give her money if she stops bullying us'. Then, we can verify if this is true. If not, we can just run away and not give her any money,because it's not like we have any anyway. If it is true, we can just tell Applejack, like we should've done before." she said, slightly nervous near the end because of the memories of her bullying the crusaders. She wondered why she ever did that, to become a bully.

  Ponies started to agree, but mostly because they couldn't really think of anything else. Or they were just dumb, you could never know. Babs wanted to get the plan started right away, but it was the middle of the night. Strangely, she wasn't tired until now. Perhaps it was the nervousness keeping her awake? That was more effective than caffeine. After a good night's rest, the plan would start. And hopefully, she gulped, work. Because of it didn't, she and others would be devastated. This is the leader of the first CMC we are talking about, who wouldn't be devastated?