Rarity: Oh please, Diamond Dogs. Please let us go.

Spot: No!

Fido: You're our precious little pony and you, little girl are our precious little girl.

Rover: Forever! Muhahahaha!

Rarity: But whatever do you want from us?

Rover: Gemsss!

Spot: Yes! The gems. The jewels.

Fido: Find them! Find them all!

Rarity: Oh! Is that all? There. A lovely pocket of jewels are right there. Now, if you'd be so kind as to show us the exit?

Rover: Good! *Laugh* Now, dig them up, pony.

Rarity: What? But you said you wanted us to find the gems.

Spot: Yes! Find and then dig.

Rarity: Dig?

Fido: Yes. Dig.

Hiroski: Okay. *Digs*

Rarity: Ohh... *Grunting*

Fido: What are you doing? We said dig! She's digging, you should dig too!

Rarity: Forgive me, but prior to you so rudely dragging me into your dirt pit, I had a pony-pedi and I am not about to chip a hoof because you dislike my style of digging. *Grunting*

Rover: Oh, for goodness— Fine! Just stop. Stop! Dig, dogs! Dig! And fast.

Mook dogs: *barking*

Fido: *About Rarity* She won't dig, she pulls.

Rarity: I beg your pardon, but what, pray tell, are you doing?

Fido: Little Girl will dig. You will haul the wagon.

Spot: Prrrecious pony-pedi will be preserved.

Rarity: Well, somebody certainly needs proper nail care. When was the last time you two had a manicure? You're scratching up my coat with those jagged things!

Rover: Please be quiet!

Rarity: Good heavens, what is that smell?

Rover: Smeeeeeell?

*Green Things Came Out Of Rover's Mouth*

Rarity: Ah, mystery solved. It's your breath.

Rover: Enough! Search, pony!

Rarity: Well, since you insist... But I must say the working conditions in here are simply dreadful. Musty and damp, it's going to wreak havoc on my mane. And this air is stifling, suffocating. And when I try to take a deep breath, the stench of all you dogs makes me nauseated.

*crash*

Rarity: You look and smell like you haven't bathed in weeks. Have you never heard of soap? You could all do with a good round of soap and water. Oh water, oh water, I'm terribly thirsty. Could I please have some water?

Spot: Good gracious, I can't take this anymore. Be quiet, pony!

Rarity: And that's another thing. I would appreciate if you stopped calling me "pony". I am a lady and I wish to be addressed as such. So you may call me "Miss" or "Rarity" or "Miss Rarity".

Rover: Enough! Your whining! It-it-it hurts!

Rarity: Whining? I am not whining. I am complaining. Do you want to hear whining? Thiiis iiis whiiining! Oooh, this harness is too tiiight! It's going to chafe. Can't you loosen it? Oooh, it hurts and it's sooo ruuusty! Why didn't you clean it first? It's gonna leave a staaain! And the wagon's getting heeeavy, why do I have to pull it?!

Spot: Aaah! Make it stop!

Rover: Stop whining!

Rarity: But I thought you wanted whiiining!

Rover: Geh! We'll do anything, pony! Oh, uh, uh, we'll do anything, "Miss Rarity". *Nervous laughter*

Rarity: *dreamily* Anything?

*They Gave Rarity a Drink*

Rarity: This water is hardly sparkling. But I suppose it will have to do.

Rover: *panting* Wait! Why are we doing this?

Spot: To stop the awful noises from the pony's mouth, remember? *whines*

Rover: Yes, yes, I know. This is ridiculous! Letting a pony order us around. What are we? Mice or dogs?

Fido and Spot: Mi... Dogs?

Rover: Dogs do not pull. Ponies pull. Let her make the awful noises.

Rarity: What are you doing? Hey, you spilled my drink. Oh! *Whining* Not sooo tiiight!

Rover: Ha! Make the noises all you want. But move while you make them. Hyah, mule! Hey, Lady You Use Your Hands To Dig, Or So Help Me!

Rarity: Did you just call me a... Mule?

Hiroski: *Cries*

Rover: Ehh...

Rarity: Mules are ugly. Are you saying that I too am ugly? *Cries*

Spot: What are these noises?

Rarity: He called me ugly!

Rover: No! Mule! I said mule!

Rarity: An old ugly mule! And it's true! Just look at me. I used to be beautiful, but, but nooow...

Fido: No, no! You're still beautiful, po... Uh, Miss Rarity.

Rarity: You're just saying that!

Spot: No, you're still pretty and... And...

Rover: Oh, uh, uh, nice. Yeah.

Rarity: I don't believe you! You never liked me! *Wails*

Hiroski: *Cries, Wailing* He Yelled At Me! I Want My Daddy!

Rover: Oh, I've had just about enough of this!

Chapter 4 Ended.