My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

My last class of the jour was english with Mrs. Donatello.

Mrs. Donatello: Ok, today we are going to read Romeo & Juliet par William Shakespeare. And we all know what he was famous for, right?
Rafe: (making the most boring stories in all of Equestria)
Mrs. Donatello: This story is a little advanced, but I think you're up for it.
Allison: I'll help with handing out the scripts.
Mrs. Donatello: Ok, thank you. Now let's go over the parts you'll be reading. Rafe, I think you'll make an excellent Paris.
Ponies: *laughing*
Rafe: Why do I have to read a fillie's part?
Mrs. Donatello: Paris is a stallion....

Arthur Note: There's a reference to the Simpsons in this chapter. But I'll leave it for toi readers to figure out what part it is.
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Prime Spike finished sending a letter to princess Celestia.

"I still doubt that she'll believe us.. I mean, I'm wait here and I don't believe it"

"Well. It dosen't hurt.. Besides we still had to tell we're coming. Not polite to montrer up unannounced" prime Pinkie relied.

"Hey, hot ones.. Wazzzzzzup!" Dragonowitiz announced suddenly revealing himself.

"Oh god, it's him again" prime Pinkie...

In recess....

Chrysalis: Okay colts, what do toi all wanna play?
Discord: Hmmmm.....checkers?
Sombra: Too boring! Soccer!
Celestia: Too rough, Sombra. How about tennis?
Luna: BUT I SUCK IN TENNIS!
Chrysalis: How about we all play freeze tag?
All: *nods*
Celestia: I'll be it. I'm counting to ten! *giggles* 1...2....3....4...
All: *runs off*
Celestia: 5678910! Here I go!!! *looks around and spots Sombra*
Sombra: Shoot. She found me! *runs*
Celestia: *starts to fly* toi can run, but can't hide!!!

With Chrysalis, hiding behind some bushes....

Chrysalis: They'll never find me! *giggles* *gasp* I forgot about...

Saten Twist was called into his manager's office, just outside of Los Angeles Union Passenger Terminal. He was sitting in the hallway, waiting to go inside.

Greg: *Arrives with Jake*
Saten: toi got called here too, huh?
Greg: Now I know what this is about.
Jake: It's because we got in a fight at the bar yesterday. I technically shouldn't be here since I did not engage in any hostile activity.
Saten: toi still started the fight.
Manager: *Opens the door* Come in gentlemen.

The four stallions continued the conversation in the office.

Manager: Fighting another poney in a bar. Really?
Jake: Technically I...

Song: link

Stallions: *Playing pool*
Santa Fe poney 59: *Walks in with Saten Twist* Look who's back everypony!
Stallions: Saten Twist!!
Saten Twist: *Sits down at the bar* salut fellas.
Bartender: Hi Saten. *Gives him a glass of beer* The usual, just for you. You've got my wife to that business meeting in Flagstaff in time like toi promised, so this is on the house.
Saten Twist: Thanks. *Gives him a quarter* Say hi to everyone else in the family for me.
Bartender: Will do.
Greg: *Walks over from a table* Hey, Saten. How was your run from Albuquerque?
Saten Twist: Wonderful, as usual.
Greg: Good to hear....

4:43 AM. It was still very dark.

Robert: *Walking through the station with a tray of garbage*

He went into the kitchen, placed it on a table, and climbed to the roof.

Robert: *Walking on the roof to a power switch. On his way, a tile goes down, landing on a lower section of the roof*

When he got to the switch, he played with it to make the air raid siren go on.

German Ponies: *Stop what they're doing, and listen to the siren* AIR RAID!! *Shutting off the lights* INSIDE!!
Colonel Von Waldheim: NO! No no, keep working!!!!

But no one listened to him.

Labiche: *Walks to the station with Didont,...

Blue Fedora slowly followed Dragon Spout as she trotted up to the Museum of Canterlot. She entered the building, and gazed around. “Hmm… let’s try the third floor.” She said, pointing with her hoof to a room on a spiraling staircase. Blue Fedora sat down, his legs starting to ache even plus at the thought of the treacherous climb that lay ahead of him. “Can we rest up a bit?” he asked her. “No! Every seconde we’re wasting, the dragons are one seconde closer to migrating! I can’t miss it!” she said, charging up the stairs. He sighed and slowly followed. They were in a museum...