Pippin: “Mel! Ah’m bored! Let’s do something!”
 
Mel: “Not now, Rosie! We’re waitin’ for Ma to finish her apple pie!”
 
Pippin: “Hmph…fine…”
 
Granny: appears out of thin air as a ghost “Consarnit, young’un! Why didn’t ya tell me y’all were bored?”
 
Pippin: “Granny! Ah wanted to spend some time with Mel, but she won’t play with me…”
 
Granny: “She ain’t playin’ with you, huh? Don’t you worry, young’un. Yer great Granny’s got this…” floats up behind Mel “Mel…play with yer lil’ cousin…”
 
Pippin: giggling
 
Mel: “Rosie! What’re y’all doing over there?”
 
Pippin: “Oh, n-nothing!” bursts into laughter
 
Mel: “Who y’all been talkin’ to?”
 
Pippin: “Why, Great-Granny Smith, of course! She’s come back from the dead as a ghost! Look, she’s right over there!” points at Granny
 
Mel: “Uh huh. There ain’t nothin’ there. Ya sure ya didn’t bump yer head this mornin’?”
 
Pippin: “Ah swear, ah didn’t! Ah can jus’ see dead ponies! Ah even met Grandpa Apple and Grandma Pear!”
 
Mel: “Yer lyin’! I’m gonna go call yer Ma and tell her yer head ain’t screwed on right!”
 
Pippin: “FINE!”
 
Prissy Mel leaves the room
 
Pippin: “Oh Granny, they just don’t understand…”
 
Granny: “No, young’un, they don’t. Not many ponies can see the dead, ya know. Only you and lil’ Allegro even acknowledge me when I’m floatin’ ‘round these parts.”
 
Pippin: “Well ah’m gonna change that! Ah’ll make it so everypony can see you!”
 
Granny: “And how’re y’all gonna do that, young’un?”
 
Pippin: “Ah don’t know…but ah’ll do it! Just y’all wait!”