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"How do you want your makeup done for the talent show, Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle asked as she puzzled over her design sheet. Scootaloo scratched her chin as she thought it over.
It had been late at night when Scootaloo had snuck out of her home to get some practice on her scooter without having to worry about the crowds. She had gone past Sugar Cube Corner a few minutes back when she saw something surprising, it was a griffon in an alley beating up a wall.
Scootaloo had snuck up to get a closer look; she heard the griffon angrily muttering between punches. Scootaloo was almost close enough to make out what she was saying when she accidentally kicked a tin can.
The griffon whipped around and was in Scootaloo's face before she even realized she'd made a mistake. "Who are you, what do you want," the griffon had demanded. "Can't you ponies leave me alone for two minutes!?"
Scootaloo could only stare at her piercing eyes, the markin