[panting] Come on! If we hurry, we can get there
before the paper's even delivered to Rarity's house.
Maybe she won't read the article.
I'm pretty sure Rarity is going to read a review
of her new boutique in Manehattan.
I still can't believe we all just blabbed everything
that happened to that reporter.
I just hope it doesn't end up being an article about
how her friends almost ruined the opening.
I think you're all over-reacting.
Rarity is our friend.
If any pony is going to understand, it'll be her.
I was wondering when all of you were going to show up.
[gasp]
Now we can all read the review together!
Um, I have an idea. How 'bout we don't read it?
What she means is, before you read it,
we should probably tell you about--
No, no, darlings. Please, no spoilers.
But--
NO SPOILERS!
♪ My little pony, my little pony ♪
♪ Aaaahhh
♪ My little Pony
♪ I used to wonder what friendship could be. ♪
♪ My Little Pony
♪ Until you all shared its magic with me. ♪
♪ Big adventure! ♪ Tons of fun
♪ A beautiful heart! ♪ Faithful and strong! ♪
♪ 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♪ ♪
?
Now, is everypony ready to hear what I'm sure
is a stellar review that describes in stunning detail
exactly how each of you contributed
to the successful opening of Rarity for You?
[ahem]
"Many a pony has tried their hoof at joining the ranks
of the elite fashion trend-setters
currently ensconced in the boutiques
of Manhattan's famed Saddle Row.
[giggle] Some might say it's the ultimate achievement
in Equestrian fashion and never before has a reporter
been granted such unfettered behind-the-scenes access,
until now.
I wish it had been more fettered.
[mumbles] Ah! [mumbles]
"I sat down with [giggle] Rarity and her friends
after the opening to get the inside scoop.
And what a scoop it was..."
?
OK, kid. You successfully opened a shop in Manehattan
and that's no mean feat.
Most ponies might wonder what it feels like.
Here's how it's gonna be.
I'm going to interview you and your friends
so I can paint a picture of how it all came together,
a word picture mind you, not an actual picture.
Any questions?
Well, I was wondering--
Let's get started!
Ms. Rarity. You got shops all over Equestria,
but this was your first time trying to make it
in the big city.
What made you think you could tackle it on your own?
Well, I wouldn't say all over Equestria.
I just have two other boutiques,
one in my home town of Ponyville
and one in Canterlot.
Uh, still, when I decided to open this one,
I was nothing but confident.
[ding]
Let's just say that if I could choose,
I probably wouldn't do it that way again. [chuckle]
Well, it wasn't the funnest party ever.
It was a plum-puckered, pig-pushin' disaster!
After a lifetime of awesome, I think everypony's
allowed to mess up every now and then, right?
Wait, are you writing this down?
Um. It didn't go exactly how I thought it would,
but it um, started out all right.
Welcome to Saddle Row.
An entire street lined with the most fashionable boutiques
in all of Equestria.
If it's supposed to be the most fashionable
where's Stinky Bottom's Discount Hat Emporium?
I suppose it didn't make the cut.
[gasp] Here it is! Rarity For You.
Rarity, it's lovely, but are you sure you'll be ready
to open tonight?
[sniff] Ah-CHOO!
No need to fret over a mere moderate amount
of preparation. My clothes arrive soon;
my sales associate after that and with a little dusting,
we'll be ready for the Grand Opening tonight.
Rarity! So good to see you.
Your store, it's going to be a very good place, I think.
Mr. Stripes owns the building. He's a very pleasant landlord.
A-a-although he can be pushy at times.
OK, all the time.
You've met my daughter? The apple of my ear,
the hay in my hoof. You will let her work with you!
It's just... I'm dreadfully busy preparing
for tonight's grand opening, as you can see.
There are only two things I love more than being pushy.
One is my daughter. The other is miniature doll furniture.
And I would sell my entire mini-furniture collection
to make my daughter happy. You understand?
I'm sorry, I just don't think it's going to be possible.
Let me say another way:
hire her or I raise rent until you no can afford.
Oh, uh, welcome aboard!
First idea! Instead of clothes,
we sell glow-in-the-dark teeth.
Like this.[clank clank] but they'd glow in the dark!
Golly, what a splendid idea! [chuckle]
GLOW-IN-THE-DARK TEETH! What was she thinking?
[scream] Fluttershy!
Your assistance is required in the stock room post-haste.
Awwwww, hello.
But what are they doing here?
Smokey made too much noise eating garbage,
so Softpad's mother made them move out of the trash can.
Then Smokey Junior found a nice home in the crawl space
behind the building, but Mr. Stripes demolished it
so they were temporarily camped out in the back
until they found a new place to live.
No no no, I can't have a family of rubbish-scented
raccoons living in my boutique.
♪ [booming music]
Uh, did you hear that?
Turns out there's a Club Pony Party Palace upstairs.
Turns out there's a Club Pony Party Palace upstairs!
♪ [muffled booming music]
♪ [louder]
I'm sorry. Could you please ask her to turn it down?
COULD YOU ASK HER TO TURN IT DOWN PLEASE?
OH PLEASE!
Ugh. Foals today listen to their so-called "music"
far too loud.
I realize that makes me sound like an old mare.
But this is business!
♪ [booming]
I wish we were having as much fun as they are.
Well, sweeping can be fun too.
Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. Sweep.
Only Twilight could make a dance remix about sweeping.
I mean, how lame is that?
Yeah, it wasn't even catchy.
Nope.
Sweep! Sweep! Sweep! Sweep!
Apparently, DJ Pon-3 has a residency
at the party palace upstairs,
but security won't let me speak to her!
[loud honk]
Bahh! What in the name of Celestia was that!
You know how most stores have a little jingle bell
when the door opens? I thought we should have something
with a little more "pizazz."
So I installed one of Daddy's antique horns.
[honk honk honk]
Ugh! We'll have to do something about that.
After I think of a way to quiet down that music.
And after I finish designing the window display.
Ahhh!
Wait. is this my merchandise shipment from Ponyville?
It's completely disorganized.
Ah! Uh. [gasping]
Ah...ugh...ah...[SNEEZES]
Gesundheit! Oh! Miss Pommel! I'm so glad to see you.
Now, as the sole sales associate at Rarity for You,
I hate to add to your already overflowing plate
of responsibilities, but it looks as though we have
just a tad more to do before tonight than I thought.
Actually, I...Ugh ah! [sneeze] [sigh] I can't work tonight.
Oh? Why not?
[honk]
[sneeze]
Feel better, my sweet. We'll manage without you, somehow.
And we'll manage glowing teeth and car horns
and disorganized clothes and dance music.
Am I forgetting anything?
[chittering]
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?
Well, opening a store in Manehattan
is a pretty big deal.
It's natural that Rarity would be a little stressed
about how it was going... since it wasn't going well.
Still, I think she handled it all right.
The dream is doomed! Doomed, I tell you! Doomed!
I know things haven't gone perfectly so far,
but we've done this kind of thing before.
If we all work together...
I appreciate the offer, but this is Manehattan.
To make it in the fashion scene here,
everything has to be perfect. The perfect location.
The perfect clothes. The perfect opening.
Maybe we should just postpone.
Postpone? Darling, tonight is the last night
of the fall season.
If we don't open tonight it won't be...
[sigh] Perfect.
Yes. I know what needs to be done. I just need more of me.
Oh, how I wish I could make copies of myself!
Yeah. Making copies of yourself always sounds
like a great idea, but before you know it,
you're locked in a room with fifty Pinkie Pies
watching paint dry.
We can do this and we can stay true to your vision.
You'd do that? Fluttershy, you'll handle those
strong-smelling raccoons for me?
Of course!
Leave Plaid Stripes to me. I'll handle her and her...uh
..."good" ideas.
Oh! Oh! Oh! And I can go upstairs to that nonstop party
and have tons of fun and eat some cake
and set up party cannons and--
...and then make them be quiet.
I'm pretty sure I know somepony who wouldn't mind
organizing this merchandise shipment for you.
I'm talking about myself.
Oh PLEASE let me organize it!
This all sounds splendid, but I don't even have a single
employee and I'll need the best of the best.
Leave the hiring to me.
Oh! This is it, my dears!
If you can handle these problems,
I'll focus on the designs for the front window display.
We'll show Manehattan what Rarity for You is all about.
Aww! What would I do without you?
What would she do without us? Huh, let me think.
"Darlings, I'm absolutely doomed! Doomed! DOOMED!"
Ha, I sounded just like her.
Hey, you're not writing this down, are you?
Now for the perfect window display. Hmmm.
♪ [thumping dance music]
Ooo! I can't really stop a super-fun party
in the middle of mega-happy-fun times,
can I? [groan]
What would Rarity want?
Keep that party going till the break of dawn!
Really?
Indubitably! And as for the roof? Get jiggy!
Raise it, Pinkie!
Raise it like you've never raised it before!
Hah! If you say so!
Oh please, Pinkie Pie!
Never in a million years would I say such balderdash!
[groan]
Obviously DJ Pon-3 only plays the sickest of beats.
I just wouldn't want her to miss out on the coolest
new music straight from the back alley underground
zip-zop party scene!
I'd play the whole thing if I were you,
no matter what other ponies think!
♪ [Light Latin music]
Awwwwww.
Rarity for You is only hiring the best of the best
and to me that means the fastest.
Now...uh, before we begin... [groan]
Am I doing this right? What would Rarity want?
New plan.
Who can be the first one to tell me what fabric this is?
That's organza.
Are you sure?
It's a thin, plain weave, sheer fabric,
traditionally made from silk, so...yeah.
I don't know the first thing about clothes.
Pretty much all I can do is look at something
and tell you if it's clothes or not.
This chair? [chuckle] Not clothes.
See if you can keep up with me here.
What are all clothes made of?
Uh, fabric?
Bingo! But not in this store. Uh uh. Not anymore.
Oh no?
Two words for you: spoon clothes.
All our clothes will be made of spoons!
[sigh] What would Rarity want?
You know, I like you, Plaid Stripes.
If it were up to me, we'd have a spoon clothes store
right next to Stinky Bottom's Discount Hat Emporium.
But it ain't up to me. So...the answer is no.
Personally? I think spoon clothes ain't such a bad idea.
Useful, too. Eatin' soup. Stirrin' gumbo.
Diggin' little holes.
There. Perfect.
Although, what would Rarity want?
Maybe she wouldn't like it done by color.
Guess I have to start over!
Hello Smokey. Softpad. Smokey Junior.
I have some, interesting news. I...
Oh, I'd like you to all stay here forever, but...[gasp]
What would Rarity want?
You have to move out! [sob]
A window display is the first thing customers see.
And if they like it, they'll walk inside
and experience the glory that is my boutique.
I don't know which one of you to hire!
Just keep guessing fabrics.
Daddy! Rarity's friend doesn't like my ideas!
Spoon clothes! Is good idea!
♪ [thumping music]
Oh no! Not a shopping music mash-up!
[gasp] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!
[gasp]
[crash]
When you write the story,
could you maybe skip over the part
where we locked Rarity in the window display? [chuckle]
Hello? The door appears to be stuck.
Yep! We're working on it!
Hm. Well, shouldn't let this time go to waste.
[chattering]
How did this happen?
I shut down the party.
I told Plaid Stripes no.
I asked the raccoons to leave.
I asked a lot of fabric questions.
...just like I thought Rarity would want.
Rarity asked us to help her with everything
because she knows all of us so well.
She knows how much you care for animals.
She'd trust you to solve the problem your way.
Maybe we should all do the same.
Doing this our way is what Rarity wants.
It's not too late. Let's all dig in and we can fix this...
...before Rarity finds out how bad we messed up.
I'm sorry I asked you to leave.
The place is yours, if you want to stay.
Though I would like to ask you all just one favor.
I'm sorry I made you play that unfun superboring music.
But if you're up for it,
I have an idea to make the party even better.
OK, I don't get fabric, but I do get speed.
And I need somepony fast enough
to help all the costumers Rarity is going to have so...
First one to the river and back gets the job!
IT'S A RACE! GO!
Mr. Stripes, I owe your daughter an apology.
She's got good ideas and I should give 'em a chance.
So here's what I'm thinking.
Perfect!
[crash]
Wow, looks like we fixed that door just in time!
[gasp] Ooh. What's all this?
The whole place organized by style,
cross-referenced by size and reverse-indexed by fabric.
She'll be able to find anything
in three seconds flat. [gasp]
It was some of my best work.
Oh, I knew I could count on you!
All right. I suppose this is the moment of truth.
[jingle]
Rarity for You is now open!
[excited chatter]
Oh, dear, I wasn't quite prepared for such a crowd.
How will I handle them all?
My name is Blue Bobbin.
I'll be your personal shopping assistant this evening.
Right this way, everypony
and one of our talented sales ponies can help you out.
Honestly, they were all pretty slow,
but they finished the race.
Plus they knew a lot more about fabric than I did,
so I hired them all.
♪ [soft electronic music]
The way I see it, Rarity designs fashion.
DJ Pon-3 designs beats.
What better combination than a boutique dance club?
After a quick bath, they were more than willing to help.
Ah, a blue corn reduction with shallot confit, but...
how can I possibly enjoy it without a...
--Spoon?
[chuckle] Told ya spoon-clothes ain't such a bad idea.
Ah! Mmm...mm! Exquisite.
This is the most whimsical
and wonderfully fashionable boutique I've ever seen.
[agreeing chatter]
"In the end, Rarity's Grand Opening
was a smashing success.
True, it got off to a rocky start..."
"...But somehow this ragtag group of ne'er-do-wells"
Oo! Heavens, I think he means you!
"came together and created the perfect boutique,
a vision of Rarity, combined with the expertise
of her friends. [giggle]
This reporter, for one, is a believer."
Why didn't you tell me there were so many problems!
We all figured you had enough on your mind.
And we didn't want you to think that the opening
wasn't perfect. [chuckle] ne'er-do-wells or not,
I know I can always count on all of you.
And nothing could be more perfect than that.