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**Announcer**: Highlights in the world of sports! Buckball fever has swept Equestria! What started as a backyard hobby for fruit farmers and the like has blossomed into a literal phenomenon, with something for everypony. Unicorns, Pegasi, and Earth ponies alike can't get enough of this breakthrough sport.- [fans cheering]
**Announcer**: And with its popularity still on the rise, buckball fans want—nay,*demand*—an institution catering to their new obsession. And the ponies of Appleloosa answered the call, delivering a state-of-the-art locale where fans Equestria over can celebrate their passion: the Buckball Hall of Fame. Though given the game's recent nature, the only inductees so far will be the members of the current championship team from Ponyville.**Pinkie Pie**: [whispering loudly] Do you think they know we're here?**Rainbow Dash**: I think they have a pretty good idea.**Snails**: A pretty good idea about what? [chomps]

- [theme song]

**Fluttershy**: I can't believe the ponies of Appleloosa built this place.**Pinkie Pie**: Yeah, especially after their team lost to us. They must*really*love buckball.**Fan**: [chuckles] Oh, my gosh! It's you! I can't believe you're you! I mean, here! I mean, Team Ponyville! Yeah!**Snails**: Yep, it's us.**Fan**: How much for an autograph?**Snips**: Bits for autographs, eh?- [cha-ching!]
**Snips**: [whispering] Snails, you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?**Snails**: What is the sound of one hoof clapping?**Snips**: Yeah! I mean, uh, no! How many of you would pay for an autograph from my best friend Snails?- [ponies clamoring]
**Male Pony**: I can't believe I'm about to get his autograph.**Snails**: Wow! That's a lot of writing.**Fluttershy**: I'm so proud they decided to honor us. I never thought I'd get to be in anything like a Hall of Fame.**Pinkie Pie**: Me, neither! Unless you count a Royal Order of Party Planners Memorial Library, which I don't, because every party planner gets one of those eventually.- [hooves clack]
- [clamoring continues]
- [bits jingling]
**Fluttershy**: I hope Snails finishes signing autographs soon. We can't play without him. And if we lose or forfeit one game, we'll be out of the tournament.**Rainbow Dash**: Well, he better get his flank over here then! You have to win the first few games without me cheering you on.**Fluttershy**: Oh, why?**Rainbow Dash**: [sighs] Applejack was too busy to come, so she made me promise to go to*all*the museum exhibits and tell her about them. I'm gonna try to get in first and beat the crowd so I can get back to the tournament faster.**Pinkie Pie**: Ooh! Then you'd better hurry. Looks like there's already a line.**Rainbow Dash**: What?! [grunts] The doors aren't even open yet! What kind of sports fan camps out for a museum?**Quibble Pants**: The real question is what kind of sports fan*doesn't*?**Rainbow Dash**: [gasps] Quibble Pants?**Quibble Pants**: Rainbow Dash, fancy meeting*you*here.**Rainbow Dash**: Fancy meeting*me*? I'm a sportspony. Of course*I'd*be here. What's fancy is*you*being here. If "fancy" meant confusing.**Quibble Pants**: There's nothing fancy*or*confusing about it. Y-You can't keep me away from that... that buckball rink. I'm... I'm the biggest fan there is.**Rainbow Dash**: Uh, it's a buckball*field*. And you*are*?**Quibble Pants**: Oh... sure. What w-with all th-the*bucking*and the*balling*, uh, uh, on the buckball field, w-which is where they play buckball. I-I-I wanted to be first inside to experience the grand history of the sport. I-I mean, I guess only a real fan would understand that.**Rainbow Dash**: Whaaaa...?**Quibble Pants**: Oh, perfect timing. Rainbow Dash, I'd like you to meet Clear Sky, the most amazing pony I've ever met.**Rainbow Dash**: Um, you've met Daring Do, so that's probably an exaggeration. [to Clear Sky] No offense.**Clear Sky**: None taken. When it comes to describing your special somepony, a little exaggeration's normal. [to Quibble] And I feel the same way about you.**Rainbow Dash**: And who is this?**Clear Sky**: This is my daughter Wind Sprint.**Quibble Pants**: And she is pretty amazing, too!**Clear Sky**: Wind, did you thank Quibble for camping out so we'd be first in line?**Wind Sprint**: [unenthusiastic] Thanks.**Quibble Pants**: No problem. I-I-I probably would have done it anyway. I mean, I... I can't wait to see the... [reading from a brochure] "evolution of the buck basket from farm to field"! That... That sounds just, I mean, oh, wow! There... There is a lot to see!- [crowd cheering]
**Wind Sprint**: I'd rather see the game.**Quibble Pants**: Oh. Well, I... I mean, sure. T-T-That makes sense. We could just go to the tournament instead.**Clear Sky**: No! Quibble planned this whole thing for us, and you could be a little more appreciative!- [door opens]

**Rainbow Dash**: [chuckles] I kind of wanted to skip the museum, too.*But*I promised a friend that I'd check out all the exhibits.**Wind Sprint**: Ugh!*All*of them?**Quibble Pants**: You, know, I-I'd like a chance to catch up with Rainbow Dash. Why don't we split up? We'll... We'll cover more ground that way, and...**Rainbow Dash**:*So*... you and Clear Sky, huh?**Quibble Pants**: Oh, yeah, she's great. Honestly, I've never been happier... [panicked] Which is why I need your help! I don't know what any of this stuff is!**Rainbow Dash**: What do you mean?**Quibble Pants**: See this? I-I don't know what it is.**Rainbow Dash**: A ball?**Quibble Pants**: W— And this? I-I— No idea!**Rainbow Dash**: It's a basket. How do you not know what these are?**Quibble Pants**: I'm not even a hundred percent sure what*bucking*is. I literally know nothing about buckball or any other sport!**Rainbow Dash**: Well, I figured you weren't the sportiest pony in Equestria.**Quibble Pants**: But Wind Sprint*is*, and her dad was some big athlete, too. I-I can't compete with that. I really want things with Clear Sky to work out, but if Wind doesn't like me, I-I might as well give up.**Rainbow Dash**: Uh, why?**Quibble Pants**: They're a family. Even if it's okay with Clear Sky, I wouldn't ask them to make me a part of it if Wind Sprint isn't on board. I thought if I could convince Wind I was a big buckball fan, we'd have something to bond over, but I'm... I'm pretty sure she's on to me.**Rainbow Dash**: Here.**Quibble Pants**: [grunting]**Rainbow Dash**: Give it a shot. It's easy.**Quibble Pants**: Aah! Aah! Oof!- [thud]
**Rainbow Dash**: Yeah, I don't think she's fooled.**Quibble Pants**: Could... Could*you*talk to her? I-I mean, you're a famous sportspony. Y-You'd know what to say. Maybe you could talk me up a little.**Rainbow Dash**: Ha! No problem. I've totally got your flank.**Quibble Pants**: [grunts]**Rainbow Dash**: [to Wind Sprint] Trust me, the game's a*lot*harder to play with apples.**Wind Sprint**: You play?**Rainbow Dash**: Who do you think taught them? Of course, being a Wonderbolt takes up most of my time, so I don't get to practice as much as I'd like.**Wind Sprint**: Wait. You're Rainbow Dash? The Wonderbolt? Whoa, my dad was a great flyer, too.**Rainbow Dash**: Hmm, you don't say. You know, Quibble's pretty sporty, too.**Clear Sky**: [groans]**Quibble Pants**: [grunts]- [thud]
**Wind Sprint**: [unconvinced] If you say so.

**Rainbow Dash**: I think I've seen enough of this museum for*three*Applejacks. Let's go watch some buckball!**Quibble Pants**: That sounds awesome! Oh, but first, I got you [singsongy] a little surprise.**Wind Sprint**: [unimpressed] Oh. A book.- [thud]
**Quibble Pants**: Oh, not just a book. It's a buckball almanac. This thing has every buckball fact and statistic ever recorded!**Wind Sprint**: [sarcastic] Wow.**Quibble Pants**: I know! I never realized there was so much math in buckball. I-I mean, this game's got more numbers than*Ogres & Oubliettes*. [laughs, snorts]**Wind Sprint**: Thanks?**Quibble Pants**: I-I-I guess I could hold it for you. You know, so you don't have to carry it.**Wind Sprint**: Can we go to the game now?**Clear Sky**: Sure, honey. Listen, Q, this trip was a lovely idea, and the book was sweet, but you don't have to try so hard. Everything's gonna be fine. [kisses]**Quibble Pants**: Not even my presents are in the ball court.**Rainbow Dash**: Uh, do you mean "ball park"?**Quibble Pants**: Do I?! I don't know! One thing's for sure: Wind is never gonna like a pony like me.**Rainbow Dash**: Of course she will. She just needs to see your sporty side.**Quibble Pants**: I don't*have*a sporty side.**Rainbow Dash**:*Every*pony has a sporty side, and we're gonna find yours. By the end of the day, I am gonna turn you into the sportiest pony in Equestria!

**Quibble Pants**: Look, I'm not saying it's a terrible idea, but it's a terrible idea! You can't turn*me*into an athlete! It's impossible!**Rainbow Dash**: It's either that or be yourself and bond with Wind over comic books and role-playing games.**Wind Sprint**: Ooh! Ah! [laughs]**Quibble Pants**: Uh, I have a 17 charisma, all right? Don't you think I tried? She doesn't even like*Daring Do*. She thinks she's not athletic enough.**Rainbow Dash**: What?! Wow. We need to get started on "Operation: Sportify" ASAP.

**Rainbow Dash**: To figure out what your sporty side is, we just need to see what your skills are. Everypony's got something. Speed!- [zooming]
**Rainbow Dash**: Strength!**Quibble Pants**: Whoa!**Rainbow Dash**: Agility! Heh. Of course, some ponies can do it all.**Quibble Pants**: You're amazing, but what about me?**Rainbow Dash**: Right. We should probably start small. I'll pass the ball to you, and you just pass it back to me, okay?**Quibble Pants**: Okay. Uh-huh.- [music builds up]
**Quibble Pants**: And... buckball!- [thud]
**Quibble Pants**: Ow.**Rainbow Dash**: Okay. Maybe agility's not your thing.

**Rainbow Dash**: Ready?**Quibble Pants**: If I say no, do I still have to run?**Rainbow Dash**: Yep.**Snips**: Can we get on with this? Snails and I did so well with the autographs, we decided to expand. And these souvenirs are not going to sell themselves!**Rainbow Dash**: Remember, think speed.**Quibble Pants**: Got it.**Rainbow Dash**: On your marks, get set...**Quibble Pants**: Speed.*Speed.***Rainbow Dash**: Go! [blows whistle]**Quibble Pants**: Speed! Speed! Speed! Speed! Speed! Speed! Speed! Speed! Whew! [laughs] Okay! What a race, right? Oh. So much for speed.**Snips**: Eh, this was fun, but I've gotta get back to work.

**Rainbow Dash**: Come on, Quibble. You got this!**Quibble Pants**: [strained voice] I... got... this! I... Ugh! This is hopeless. I... I don't have any skills. Not agility, not speed. I-I can't even lift more than one book, and I love books!**Rainbow Dash**: If we had time to train, I know I could mold you into the perfect sportspony. [groans] Or at least a*sportier*pony.**Quibble Pants**: Who knows how long that would take? I-I need to get Wind to like me*now*.- [crowd cheering]
**Rainbow Dash**: Maybe you're not the best athlete in Equestria, or the most coordinated, or the fastest, or... even a little bit strong.**Quibble Pants**: I-I'm sorry, wait. Is this supposed to be making me feel better? Because it's not.**Rainbow Dash**:*But*none of that matters because I just figured out how to sportify you!

- [action theme]
- [whistle blows]
- [crowd cheering]
**Game Announcer**: And with that score, the stars of Team Ponyville advance to the next round. If they keep winning like this, they'll never get off the field.**Wind Sprint**: Wow! The players from Ponyville are so good!**Quibble Pants**: They sure are.**Clear Sky**: Quibble, where have you been? I was hoping we'd all watch the tournament together.**Quibble Pants**: Oh, I've just been arranging for us to hang out with a few of my close friends. From Team Ponyville. That is, if Wind's up for it.

**Clear Sky**: This is wonderful, Q, but I still feel like you're trying too hard to get Wind's approval.**Wind Sprint**: This is so great! Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy are the best players out there!**Rainbow Dash**: Well, you can thank Quibble. Wonderbolts, buckball stars... He's friends with the sportiest ponies around, so he must be pretty sporty, too, right?**Pinkie Pie**: Ooh, so*this*is Quibble Pants. Rainbow Dash told us all about how you two spent a whole Daring Do convention geeking out together about books!**Fluttershy**: And even though at first she thought you were the most annoying fanpony she ever met, you two eventually became friends.**Quibble Pants**: Uh...**Clear Sky**: I guess even sportsponies agree. Quibble's a pony you like more and more over time.**Wind Sprint**: Ugh. Knowing sportsponies isn't the same as being one. [to Fluttershy and Pinkie] What's it like playing in front of all those fans?**Fluttershy**: Um...**Rainbow Dash**: I guess you'll find out.**Wind Sprint**: What do you mean?**Quibble Pants**: Yes, what*do*you mean?**Rainbow Dash**: I think it's time we told Wind about your next surprise.**Clear Sky**: Q, Wind really doesn't need any more surprises.**Wind Sprint**: Is it another book?**Rainbow Dash**: A – books are awesome. And B – this is way more awesomer than that! For the tournament halftime show, you and Quibble are gonna play a game of buckball against Team Ponyville!**Quibble Pants**: We're*what?!*

- [distant crowd cheering]
- [whoosh, thud]
- [whirring, thuds]
**Rainbow Dash**: Uh, you should probably stretch.**Quibble Pants**: No amount of stretching is gonna make this okay! What were you thinking?!**Rainbow Dash**: Look, you wanted to impress Wind Sprint, and this just made sense.**Quibble Pants**: Really? How does me making a fool of myself in front of her, Sky, and a billion buckball fans make sense?**Rainbow Dash**: Don't worry, I've got your flank. I already talked to Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy. They're*totally*gonna make you look good.**Quibble Pants**: Oh. Okay, well, maybe this isn't the absolute worst idea ever.**Game Announcer**: Mares and stallions, foals and colts! Put your hooves together for today's halftime presentation, as buckball's biggest stars take on a team of fans just like you!- [crowd cheering]

**Referee**: [blows whistle]- [whoosh]
- [thud]
- [crowd cheers]
**Game Announcer**: And that's one for the Ponyville champs! Looks like these fans don't know what they signed up for!

**Referee**: [blows whistle]- [whooshing]
**Fluttershy**: [flatly] Oh, no. Quibble's wide open, and I'll never get there in time to block.- [whoosh]
- [slow motion noise]
- [crowd awwws]
**Game Announcer**: Ooh! Looks like our fan team needs to work on their passing!

**Referee**: [blows whistle]- [whooshing]
**Fluttershy**: [gasps]**Pinkie Pie**: Hee-hee!- [crack]
- [smack]
- [thud]
**Fluttershy**: [gasps]**Pinkie Pie**: [gasps]**Game Announcer**: And the fan team finally scores! ...For the other side. That makes three! Team Ponyville wins!- [smack]

- [thud]
**Quibble Pants**: It says very clearly on page six-forty-seven of the expanded buckball tournament rules that "a goal is scored when an Earth pony sends the ball into a basket". But it doesn't say*which*basket!**Rainbow Dash**: Yeah, I'm pretty sure everypony knows you're not supposed to score in the other team's goal.**Quibble Pants**: But the rules don't say that! If that goal is ours, it's only two-to-one, and we can keep playing.**Wind Sprint**: I don't*want*to! You're*not*a sportspony! It's*not*fun playing this game with you!**Quibble Pants**: I was just... trying to get her to like me.**Clear Sky**: I know! But I told you you didn't need to. You and I have to rethink all of this.**Quibble Pants**: [whimpers, sighs]

**Rainbow Dash**: What are you doing out here?**Quibble Pants**: Apparently this book is as close to sports as I'll ever get.**Rainbow Dash**: Come on. That goal you scored for the other team was amazing.**Quibble Pants**: [sighs] Thanks for trying, Rainbow Dash, but I think we can both agree the whole sportify idea was a big flop.- [thump]
**Rainbow Dash**: What?! We haven't even gotten started! I've got, like, seven more top-notch ideas to turn you into a super-sporty pony!**Quibble Pants**: [sighs] Wind's already made up her mind, and so have I. Time to throw up the towel.**Rainbow Dash**: It's "throw*in*the towel". And that's ridiculous! You can't just give up!**Quibble Pants**: Wind and Sky deserve a pony they both like in their lives. Besides, Sky wants to "rethink things", so I'm just beating her to the lunch.**Rainbow Dash**: It's "beating her to the*punch*", and it's barely a sports reference. How do you not know that?**Quibble Pants**: Because... I! Don't! Know!*Anything*! About! Sports! And pretending I did just made things worse.**Rainbow Dash**: So you should stop pretending! Look, you are*terrible*at sports. You're uncoordinated, slow, weak—**Quibble Pants**: Okay, again, not really making me feel better.**Rainbow Dash**: And you're completely clueless about anything having to do with athletics. But maybe*I'm*not the pony you should've come to for help.**Quibble Pants**: Oh.

**Wind Sprint**: I wish we didn't even come here.**Clear Sky**: Quibble thought you'd like it.**Wind Sprint**: Well, I don't, and I don't like him. Why do*you*like him?**Clear Sky**: Because he's kind, and smart, and his friends certainly seem to care about him, which is always a good sign.**Wind Sprint**: I don't care how many ponies care about him. They're not gonna make me forget about Dad.**Clear Sky**: Oh, sweetheart. I know Quibble's trying too hard, but he doesn't want you to stop loving your dad. He just wants you to like him. And I think maybe there's enough room in your heart to do both.**Quibble Pants**: Hey, there. Glad I found you, because I have a confession to make. I know it's hard to imagine, but I'm... really not all that sporty.**Clear Sky**: [mock horror] [gasps] No!**Quibble Pants**: I'm sorry I was trying so hard to convince you otherwise. I just really wanted us to get along, but I guess it backfired. Do you think we could start over? Maybe we could watch some of the tournament together, and you could teach me some sports stuff?

- [whoosh, thud]
- [crowd cheering]
**Wind Sprint**: Okay. That's their ball.**Quibble Pants**: I'll try to remember that if I ever decide to play buckball again. But I probably won't. Oh, look. Pinkie Pie's gonna flip and triple bounce the ball into the goal.- [springing]
- [thud]
- [crowd cheers]
**Wind Sprint**: How did you know that?**Quibble Pants**: It's right here. Pinkie flips and triple-bounce bucks over eighty percent of her shots from the northwest section of the field when the wind is blowing from the east.**Wind Sprint**: Huh. I guess this book's kind of cool after all.**Clear Sky**: [slurping]**Quibble Pants**: Look, Sky, I know you're thinking of calling it quits between us, and after today, I don't blame you. But Wind and I just made a connection!**Clear Sky**: Calling it quits? What are you talking about?**Quibble Pants**: You said you wanted to rethink things.**Clear Sky**: Yeah! Things like having your friend help you*pretend*to be a sportspony so Wind would like you.**Quibble Pants**: Wha— I-I don't— I— Oh! I-I didn't... What?!**Rainbow Dash**: Say wha—? [nervous laugh] Wha...?! Hah! Nah!**Wind Sprint**: Mom, look what Quibble showed me! [reading] "When Fluttershy flies higher than the other Pegasus, Pinkie scores ninety-two percent of the time," and it just happened!**Clear Sky**: Wow! You better watch out, or you're gonna start to like books.**Wind Sprint**: I guess that wouldn't be so bad.**Clear Sky**: Huh. Looks like you didn't need sportiness, famous ponies, or lavish gifts to bond with Wind after all.**Rainbow Dash**: Technically, he still needed to buy her the book, but that's it.**Quibble Pants**,**Clear Sky**, and**Wind Sprint**: [laughing]

- [credits]