"The first post-cutie mark meetin' of the Cutie Mark Crusaders is now in session!"
All excited about the meeting.
"What in the hay am I lookin' at here?"
"Oh! I'm sorry, Apple Bloom."
"I was distracted by the radiance of my cutie mark..."
"I mean... it's pretty amazing how the colors just pop off your flank. It's kinda hard to look aw..."
"Look, I know our cutie marks are amazing..."
"...but is that all we're gonna do now?"
"Just spend our days starin' down at our own flanks?"
It's just so hard to..look away.
"Yeah, I suppose that could get real boring..."
And it looks like Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle gave her the "stare at cutie mark" virus...
...well, only temporarily...
"We need to go out and do somethin'!"
"Yeah, we need to go try new stuff like we used to!"
Sweetie Belle ain't a cowpony, but she's doin' a good job square dancing!
She can't sing, but she can yodel?!
"Or square dancin' on the mountain we just climbed!"
And thus, the Irish and Western traditions were suddenly merged because of this.
"And the more things we try, the more chances we'll have to finally get our cutie marks! Come on!"
Unknown to Apple Bloom, she forgot that she has gotten her cutie mark.
So, they had to remark her that she did get her cutie mark.
If they weren't ponies, they'd never get away with this on a television show, especially one aimed at little girls.
"...I hadn't thought of that."
"What happens when I run out of other stuff?"
"Sorry about your floor!"
Uh-oh, not an appealing prospect.
Well, that was an epic failure.
Peh. And they call me a chicken.
Simple. Right... (Key of B♭ major)
Guess Apple Bloom doesn't know how to hit the right note.
And Scootaloo, how can you be able to yodel if you can't even sing!?
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
Just one drop, not two, goes into the brew.
That's it! I'll take dance class!
"Whatever kind of dancin' y'all are doin'..."
"...you're doin' it together..."
"Well, let's see what you can do."
"We have a recital at town hall tonight..."
"...and a spot just opened up!"
Round and round and round they go...