Tiny hooves tramped over stone bridges and fluffy clouds, as the young pegasus looked about eagerly for anyone familiar in the sea of strange ponies. The city of Las Pegasus sprawled endlessly around him, a sight so huge that it would have intimidated any pony left on their own, let alone a small colt.

“Aunt Scoots?” he howled, though his voice was smothered by the chatter of a hundred other ponies, “Uncle Barley? Aunt Scoooootaloooo!”

“Hey! Are you lost?”

Harvey’s ears perked up, and he looked around hastily for the source of the voice. To his surprise, his gaze landed on a pair of foals, identical outside of the color of their fur, pushing through the crowd towards him with confidence reserved for those wandering a well-known neighborhood. The boys couldn’t have been much older than himself, standing a few inches above Harvey at most, although the red colt still leaned down slightly to add;

“I said ‘are you lost’?”

“I—y-yeah, yeah I am,” Harvey replied.

“Can we help you out?” asked the blue colt, peering over the other’s shoulder and offering a friendly smile.

“Do ya know how to get me home?” Harvey said, lamely.

“Prooobably not,” answered the first, “but if you can tell us where you’re supposed to be, our uncles would! They own, like, all of the hotels here.”

“All of ‘em?” Harvey asked, his attention swiftly dragged away from the problem at hoof, “Ain’t there about a million hotels ‘round here?”

“You bet! Our uncles own the whole city!” he replied, with a proud nod. From behind him the blue colt shook his head, in a way that suggested that their uncles did not in fact own the whole city. “I bet if you come with us, they can tell you how to get back.”

“Wow, alright!” The pair began to walk off, gesturing to the pegasus to follow, and Harvey galloped eagerly at their sides. “My name’s Rainbow Harvest—but everypony calls me Harvey! Who’re y’all?”

“My name’s Shim Sham,” said the blue colt, “And he’s Skim Scam.”

“We’re the youngest professional stage actors in Las Pegasus!” Skim Scam added, proudly, swooshing his tail and sounding as if he’d rehearsed the phrase quite a bit.

“You two are performers?” exclaimed Harvey, purple eyes wide with excitement, “That’s crazy, I-I wanna be a performer!”

“Yeah?” asked Skim Scam, “What do you do?”

“I play banjo!”

Shim Sham put a hoof over his mouth, while his cousin let out an unabashed ‘hah!’

“Hey, that ain’t all I can do!” said Harvey, stubbornly, “I can play guitar too, and bass—all sorts o’ things! And I know how to sing, too!”

“Heh, well Equestria’s got a lot of ponies who can do that, kid,” said Skim Scam.

“Equestria’s got a lot o’ ponies who can act, too,” replied Harvey, pushing the unicorn lightly with his wing.

“Not as good as we can.”

“And nopony can play strings like I can!”

“What’s all this then?”

The three colts looked up, just before they could bump into a pair of tall unicorn stallions.

“Uncles!” exclaimed Shim Sham, leaping up to pull the two ponies into a hug.

“It seems you boys have made a new friend,” said one of the ponies, ruffling Shim Sham’s mane. The unicorn was identical to the first, aside from a large mustache.

“Uncle Flam, Uncle Flim, this is Harvey,” said Skim Scam, putting a hoof on the pegasus’s shoulder, “he’s lost.”

“He’s looking for his...?” Shim Sham glanced at Harvey.

“I can’t find my Aunt Scootaloo,” Harvey explained, “There was a big crowd, and she said she was gonna leave me for just a second, and... I just got all turned around, and... well, then I got scared...”

Harvey’s wings drooped pathetically to the floor, and the two stallions expressions turned sympathetic and paternal.

“Just tell us what hotel the two of you are staying at, son, and I’m sure we can get it all sorted out,” said Flim, with a reassuring smile. “Do you remember the name, perhaps the name of the street?”

“What does your Aunt Scootaloo look like, Harvey?” asked Flam, “If you only got lost a moment ago, she’s probably still close by.”

“Harvey!”

The group all turned in surprise. Sprinting through the crowd came a small, terrified-looking mare, her noticeably undersized wings flapping desperately as she dragged a tiny colt behind her, who complained loudly as he struggled to keep up.

“Oh Celestia, I’m sorry, kiddo,” the mare grabbed Harvey up in her arms, and looked from Flim to Flam with a nervous expression.

“You must be Scootaloo,” Flam spoke, after a tense moment of silence.

“Y-yes, uh, hi,” she said, shaking his hoof a little too hard before continuing; “I swear I only turned around for a second, I had to get this one to a bathroom,” she gestured towards the younger foal at her side, “I’m sure he didn’t mean to wander off, he normally doesn’t get lost, and I-I just—“

“No worries, ma’am, no worries,” Flim interrupted, not unkindly, “We know what it’s like to have little ones—always managing to get themselves in trouble.”

“Nice to meet you, Scootaloo!” the cousins chimed, grinning mischievously.

Scootaloo smiled, looking frazzled and exhausted, but put at ease. She wrapped her arm tightly around Harvey’s shoulder, and said; “Well, thank you both for finding this little guy—we should be getting back to the hotel now, Harvs, your parents will start wondering where we are.”

“Bye, guys!” said Harvey, cheerfully, waving to the colts, “And bye Flim! Bye Flam!”

The four unicorns said their goodbyes, as Scootaloo, one wing around each of her charges, headed for the door. Before the pegasi were out of earshot, she said;

“Jeez, I nearly had a heart attack from that adventure, kid. Hah, Rainbow Dash would kill me if she knew I’d lost you—and Applejack would do worse!”

Flim and Flam blinked. Quickly they looked from the mare, to the colt, and then swiftly to each other.

“Applejack?!”

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So wanted to see how Applejack’s son interacts with Flim and Flam’s kids! Well the truth is they don’t see each other all that often, since he lives in Ponyville and they live in Las Pegasus—but they did meet once as kids, and will certainly be seeing each other again as adults...~ And featuring a surprise appearance from four year old Carpe Diem!

(For a little referesh, Flim and Flam don’t know who’s kid is biologically who’s, so to avoid making things weirder than they already are, the kids refer to them both as their uncles )

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