Applebloom walked up the stairs, saying to Sweetie, "Hurry up! I haven't got all day!"
Sweetie carried a massive basket of apples, so large the heap covered the frontal view of her face, "You will wait all day if you must! I am the only one carrying all these stupid apples! Not you or Scoots gave me a hand, so shut it!"
Applebloom rolled her eyes, keeping the door open, saying, "Now, who'd keep the door open if I helped you move, hm? And, Scootalo's been in the clubhouse...doing something important, most likely."
Sweetie, after all that sweat and...some blood from a scrapped knee after tripping on a root, had gotten to the top of the stairs, "If I had a free hand, I'd smack you! Who calls door-holding an actually useful job?!"
Applebloom let Sweetie satisfy her thirst for whining as they went through the entrance.
Sweetie immediately dropped the basket, popping her back, "Ow! That was super painful!"
Applebloom asked for Scootalo, "Scootalo! We're back! Sweetie took her sweet time, so that's why we didn't-"
And, that's when they both saw Scootalo, at which one yelled in panic while the other couldn't believe the cuteness she saw.
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