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Well, that's the last of it, Filthy Rich.

Just Rich, please. And on behalf of Rich's Barnyard Bargains,

thanks for another season's shipment of Zap Apple Jam.

Our pleasure. See ya next time!

Uh, Apple Bloom? Did you pack up the cider into the same crates

as the Zap Apple Jam?

Sure did! Now that I'm getting older,

I want to prove I can handle more responsibility on the farm.

But the crates aren't marked.

You kept track of what when into which crate, right?

Oh. Um... Yep. I totally kept track of everything.

Good. Because we wouldn't want Filthy Rich to get a shipment

of cider when he's supposed to get Zap Apple Jam.

You know how Granny feels about selling cider

anywhere but on the farm.

Are you sure he got the right crates?

Sure, I'm sure!

Now why don't you and Big Mac head on out to the house

and let me finish up here!

If you gave Rich the Zap Apple Jam, then what's this here?

Um... Extra?

Nope!

♪ [sombre] ♪

♪ My little pony, my little pony ♪

♪ Aaaahhh

♪ I used to wonder what friendship could be. ♪

♪ Until you all shared its magic with me. ♪

♪ Sharing kindness ♪ it's an easy feat

♪ And magic makes it all complete! ♪

♪ To have my little pony

♪ Do you know you're all my very best friends? ♪

♪

Granny knows I wasn't trying to make off with a shipment

of cider, right? Because I would never do that.

Don't worry. We know exactly whose fault it was.

Now, why in tarnation would you lie to me, Apple Bloom?

I was kinda hoping I could fix it before anypony found out.

Telling lies won't fix anything. Trust me, I know.

What could you possibly know about it?

You've never told a lie in your whole life.

[laughing]

Oh, sugar cube, your big sister lied so much

when she was a filly, the whole family ended up in the hospital.

WHAT?!

Eeyup.

[sigh] You might as well tell her the whole story.

It might even do her some good.

When Applejack and Big Mac were just a wee bit older

than you are now, they both kept squabblin' over

who would run the farm better.

All I'm sayin' is that you may have plenty of brawn,

but I'm the one with the ideas on how to run things

better around here.

Applejack, Applejack, Applejack.

Ideas are all well and good,

but you can't plow a field with them.

I don't know how many times I've told you that.

You two horned toads better stop jabberin' and get to workin'!

Yeah they'd better! I need you to go to town.

The apple blight's been awful and if we don't get more spray,

cider season'll be shorter than a dwarf crab-apple tree.

now there's a pony who knows how to put his back into a problem.

[growl]

Oh hi there, Filthy Rich!

Just Rich, please.

And I'd like you to meet my fiancée, Spoiled Milk.

Honey, this is Applejack and Big Mac,

the two hardest-working ponies at Sweet Apple Acres.

You work on a farm? How... quaint.

Oh ho now, dear, be nice.

Sweet Apple Acres makes Zap Apple Jam.

It's one of Dad's best-sellers.

You mean one of your best-sellers.

My amazing husband-to-be is running the

Rich family business now. Did you know that? Well, now you do.

Don't mind Spoiled Milk. She's just proud of me.

But she's right; I'm in charge of the store now

and I'm just bursting with ideas I wanna try.

Well, how about this? Cider season's around the corner.

Why not let me sell it for you?

That is an interesting idea.

Well, maybe it's interesting and maybe it ain't,

but it's definitely not a new idea.

Granny Smith told us your grandpa, Stinkin' Rich,

used to ask her every year if he could sell our cider

in your store, and Granny told him every year

about the tradition of everypony in Ponyville

lining up out at Sweet Apple Acres.

So, start a new tradition!

Someday one of you'll take over the farm

just like I've taken over the store.

I'm guessing it'll be the one with the best ideas.

Well, now, as I've said many a time before,

ideas are all well and good, but you can't plow a field--

You know what? How about we give you three barrels

of cider early, and if it sells well,

we'll make a deal for the rest.

Oh, hey now! Perfect!

Come on, honey. I've got to get everything ready.

Hoo-wee, I tell ya, if the future means me running

Sweet Apple Acres and you being quiet, I can't wait!

I just can't believe you'd make a deal with Filthy Rich

without even talking to Granny.

Aw, Granny will love the idea and then she'll decide

that I'm the one who should take over the farm. You'll see.

Granny: See what?

Applejack here had another one of her "big ideas,"

and I think we all know my position on ideas, you...

...can't plow a field with them.

Right.

Big idea, huh?

Actually, more of an opportunity.

You see, we ran into Filthy Rich in town.

Did you know he's running the family store now?

And what does this here "opportunity"

mean for Sweet Apple Acres?

Well, since cider season is almost here, he or, I mean,

I thought it'd be a good idea to give him a few barrels of cider

to sell at the store before the season starts.

Oh, is that all?

Absolutely not!

Hmmm.

But Granny, why can't we sell a few barrels of cider early

to Filthy Rich? How's it any different than when you gave

Zap Apple Jam to Filthy's grandpappy to sell?

Your cider and your jam ain't the same thing!

Zap Apple Jam jars preserve the flavor for moons,

but cider starts to spoil

the second it comes out of the press.

That is why every cider season, all of Ponyville lines up

at Sweet Apple Acres and first come is first served. Hmm!

I get what you're saying, Granny,

but couldn't you make an exception just this once?

I sorta promised.

Meh-eh. Besides, cider-makin' is iffy business.

And we're probably not gonna have a lot this year anyway,

I'm sorry, Applejack, but you'll have to un-promise.

Oh!

I hate to say I told you so, Applejack, but--

You and I both know you don't hate to say anything.

Well, I've always thought that the most important thing

a pony can do is say exactly what's on his mind

to anypony who'll listen so everypony everywhere

always knows everything you're thinking and...

And you don't ever have to listen to anypony else.

What?

Exactly.

Well, if it ain't my new business partner!

Um, about the cider, Rich...

Take a look at what I did last night after we made our deal.

Woo! Pretty great, huh?

The thing is, I don't think I can get you any.

What?! But I did all this work on your say-so.

We shook hooves and everything.

Well, you see, at Sweet Apple Acres,

we've always been about quality and while your basic jam jar'll-

Plus it's been a tough harvest this year,

what with all the blight.

Sounds to me like you're trying to make excuses.

Whenever Granddad dealt with Granny Smith, she kept her word.

If you can't do that, then maybe our families

should stop doing business together. Altogether!

Now, now, the thing is, Rich, it ain't really up to us.

You see, Granny's--

Wait. Granny's sick? I had no idea!

Yeah, nopony did.

What Big Mac means is we've been trying to keep it quiet.

We don't want people to make rash decisions

just because we're a little short-hooved at the moment.

Oh my! Of course, of course. I am so sorry.

Please let me know if there's anything I can do.

Much appreciated. But right now, we only ask

for your understanding during this difficult time.

Mm hm.

but instead you made things worse with a giant lie!

Well, what was I supposed to do? You heard Rich.

If I told him the truth, he was gonna stop doing business

with us altogether.

Yeah, but that's only because--

I forgot to ask if we had any oat crumbles

for this delicious-looking salad, Granny!

I'll go take a look.

--that was only because you made promises you couldn't keep,

but there's gotta be a better way out of this mess

than by making up some story about Granny being sick!

Well, it worked, didn't it?

[knock at door]

Sorry to drop by unannounced.

We just wanted to come by to wish Granny a speedy recovery.

Look, sis, our good friend Mr. Rich and his fiancée are here.

Oh, and they brought flowers. For Granny.

On account of she's sick, like you said. Ain't that sweet?

Uh, excuse me one second!

[slam]

[crash]

What in tarnation?!

Oh, I'm sorry, Granny. I didn't see you there.

You came blasting in so fast,

t'weren't possible to see nothin'!

I, uh, I think we might have left a blight sprayer

Are you outta your apple-pickin' mind? It's suppertime, girl!

I know, but if we forgot a sprayer,

I'd wanna get it before dark. You go start counting

and I'll tell Big Mac we'll be right back, OK?

[slam]

So from that moment on, I took to referring to myself

as Big or Large or--

Oh Applejack, your brother was just explaining

why he always wears his yoke.

Even though we asked him how your grandmare is doing.

Oh, you know how Big Mac can get to talking,

especially when he's upset. And right now,

he's just as worried about Granny Smith as I am.

[door closes]

Oh dear. Is she doing that bad?

Well, one thing's for sure,

she shouldn't be seeing anypony right now.

In fact, I'm getting more upset just thinking about it.

Excuse me!

Oh, what in the frilly fumidila has gotten into you?!

Sorry, Granny! I just decided if I helped you,

Well, you're too late. All the sprayers are here.

Oh, good. Uh say, Granny,

when did you first fight the apple blight again?

It was my second year here in Ponyville

and that was before I had the rick on the one knee.

...and others say that's how the trees got to growing so tall,

but to me, it's just how I got my cutie mark.

But we asked when we could come back to see Granny!

Big Mac didn't want to be rude,

but you just can't see Granny right now because she's...

[gasp] I thought only trees got the blight.

Yeah, that's usually the case.

The doctors think it's from working in the orchard

for so many years.

You see. We had to take Granny to Ponyville General.

We just got back right before you showed up.

Oh my, that is terrible!

Eww, it's not contagious, is it?

Um, I'm sure you'll be fine, but you should leave,

[cough] just in case.

You're right. We're gonna have to hurry if we want to get there

before visiting hours are over.

That's right. Wait. Get where?

Why, the hospital, of course.

I'm sure we'll see you there!

Telling Filthy Rich that Granny's in the hospital

just made everything a hundred times worse!

What are we supposed to do now?

I got it!

...dropped my second best teeth right in the pig pen

and that was the worst case of apple blight I've ever seen!

I'd love to hear more Granny,

but we gotta get to the hospital right away!

The hospital? Why, who's sick?

You are, apparently.

What he means is, you're needed at the hospital.

Whatever for?

It's the apple blight! It's starting to infect ponies now!

The doctors need an expert opinion, and nopony knows more

about fighting blight than Granny Smith!

Well, what in tarnation are we waiting for? Let's go!

You know, we're supposed to go in the back.

Uh, to avoid anypony in the waiting room with the blight.

Oops, I almost forgot!

Now you don't have to worry about catching the blight.

If you say so, dearie.

Now you wait right here while I... check on your presentation.

What in the rotten rhubarb's going on here?

Fancy meeting you two here!

Well, we told you we were coming.

Oh, I'm glad we found you because I can't seem to find

Granny's room, or any nurses who've even heard

about a pony with apple blight.

Granny's room. Sure. Just go down here, take a left,

then a right, go down some stairs, up a bunch more stairs,

through the cafeteria, left three more times

and then you're there. Easy as Granny's apple pie! Heh heh.

Aren't you coming with us?

I'll catch up! I gotta find Big Mac.

OK, Granny, just wait here one second and we can go.

Where are you two going?

Big Mac can't come. He, uh...

...might be contagious.

Both: Contagious?

All right. Climb up here and I'll cover you up.

Then I'll bring Rich in, tell him you're Granny,

but you're not allowed to take the sheets off.

You moan a few times, he leaves, and this whole thing is over.

This is spinnin' way out of control, Applejack!

Now I know you thought selling cider in Filthy's store

was a good idea, but it ain't worth lying to him

about Granny being sick and needin' to go to the hospital,

or fibbin' to Granny about them wanting her to come here

to talk about the blight, or--

BIG McIntosh, PLEASE JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE!

This ain't about my ideas!

If Rich finds out about all the lies,

he'll cut ties with us and the farm will go under.

Now do you want that to happen or do you wanna help?

Why can't you be Granny? You're her size,

and this is all your fault in the first place!

I would, but if I let you do the talkin',

you'd just ramble on and on until we all got caught.

[groan]

and promise me you won't say anything for once in your life.

Eeyup.

Granny!

Granny.

It's about time. What is going on around here?

Granny, they need you to wait here. I'll come get you.

[door slam]

There you are! We've been going in circles

looking for Granny's room!

Well, you're in luck, 'cause it's, it's right over here

and this time I'll make sure you don't get lost.

[wheel squeaking]

What in the dadgum?

What now?

He-- I mean, "she" was right here!

Oh no! We gotta go!

[squeaking wheel]

Is that Granny Smith?

Where are they taking her?

You two, don't lose that gurney!

Granny, what're you doin'? You were supposed to stay there!

It was a supply closet!

Oh! Uh, well, OK, come with me, but be quiet.

You know, save your voice for the big presentation.

♪

[gasp]

I'm sorry, but you can't get any closer without a gown and mask.

But-- but-but that's my brother on there!

Don't worry. This is our best doctor.

She'll have your brother back on his hooves in no time.

[groan]

Now, apple blight is a serious disease.

Ellen? Did she say "apple blight?"

I think she said "gasket mites."

And once the trunk turns red like this,

the only thing to do is prune the branches.

Oh no! Granny!

Did you say "prune the branches?"

Well, sure. What else you gonna do

once the blight gets this bad?

[frightened gasps]

Everypony just stop!

This is all a big misunderstanding.

Actually, it's a big lie!

Big Mac?

Granny Smith? What is going on here, Applejack?

That is a darn good question.

I'm not sure if I was worried that nopony was listening

to my ideas or just nervous that I wouldn't be the one

to end up running the farm,

but I promised something to Filthy Rich

that I couldn't deliver and I was too embarrassed to admit it.

So Granny was never sick?

And there ain't no apple blight in ponies?

Nope!

Those were all lies. And I thought if you found out,

you'd stop doing business with the farm,

so I just kept telling more.

So, she's not a doctor?

Please don't make Granny and the farm suffer for what I did.

This whole thing is my fault.

That's not entirely true.

Maybe if I paid more attention to what you had to say

instead of talking all the time,

none of this would have happened in the first place.

I just need to talk less and listen more...

Especially to you.

Thanks, big brother.

And whether it's me running Sweet Apple Acres or you,

I know it'll be in good hooves.

Well, that's nice, but I don't know what in blazes

I ain't going anywhere anytime soon. Pfft! Running the farm.

Not after this display. Not likely.

And don't you go getting any ideas about "cutting ties"

with Sweet Apple Acres, or I'm goin right to your grandpappy.

Get me?

[AHEM] Um... Yes, ma'am.

Now, who here still wants to hear about the apple blight?

Now when I was a filly...

I can't believe you told all those lies!

It's not a story I'm proud of,

but it taught me a lifelong lesson about being honest.

I hope you learned something too.

I sure did! I learned that no pony starts out perfect

and sometimes you gotta make a few mistakes

to figure out who you are.

But I think the most important thing I learned

is who really runs Sweet Apple Acres...

Yer darn tootin'! Now everypony quit yer lolly-gaggery

and get back to work. Right after we have a glass of cider!

[laughter]