How many times is she gonna change the script?
Wait, why do I still look like crap? Is it April Fools again already— What's happening?!
[Sigh]
Wait, my eyes look white in these storyboards, so... do I take these out?
Why are you rehearsing, anyway? You're not in part 3.
This is part 4, actually.
Ok? Why are you rehearsing for something that's probably not going to come out until like what, 2050?
Ok, put those away.
What?
Time to go on a stupid adventure or something.
What are we supposed to do?
I d'know. Let's do some Q&A's!
[Clearing throat] "Dear evil AppleBloom," [Scoff]
It's CreepyBloom. Ok? I-I'm her, sort of,... but the Flutter Island CreepyBloom.
See, that's why Chao puts "FI" in the beginning of my name so you know.
Ok, anyway. "Dear (CreepyBloom),"...
Uhh...
"Can you please kiss Flippy, I ship you guys so hard, and it would make my day"—
Ok, I guess this one was for you. I'm gonna go throw up now.
Uhh...
Oh, god. What the hell?
So... because we're the opposite sex and we get along,...
...we're automatically... in a relationship?
I'm... younger... than him.
That's like shipping Wreck-It-Ralph and Vanellope!
Actually, no, this is much worse!
Look at us. Take a good long look at us!
I'm a shadowy, creepy mutated horse thing that has nothing to do with Happy Tree Friends.
The only mutated horse thing that's canon to Happy Tree Friends is Unicornius!
Wow...!
[CreepyBloom] There are so many bad images in my head right now.
That's disgusting! -"Dear red AppleBloom,"...
Ok, this one is mine.
It's CreepyBloom!
"Where is part 3?"
[Sigh] It's nowhere. Ok? Because it doesn't exist yet.
[Clearing throat] "Dear Dr. Pepper AppleBloom,"...
Wait...
[Scoff] Seriously.
AppleBloom is a whole other pony, a'ight?
It's not that hard to...
[Sneeze]
[Sniff] Ah. Crap. Sorry about that— Wait...
[CreepyBloom] Did you just teleport us by sneezing?
Yeah. Better than how you can "hold your breath for twenty minutes!"
Like what are you, part penguin? -[Fluttershy] Oh, look at these little bunnies! Ah! They're so cute!
Oh, and they have their own little role.
What? Role in what? They ain't supposed to be—
[Impact and groan of pain]
[Splash]
Oh.
I sneezed us into that thing I hate.
We, uh... We ain't supposed to be here.
[Smack, glass falling]
Take it easy, Peter Cottonbutt, we're going!
Wait, did we just spoil something by coming here and—?
Eh, I wouldn't say so.
Everybody's here for OUR thing.