"SWEETIE BELLE!"

"It's not me! It's Opal who made me do it!"

"What? You are the most obvious suspect here, crayon as proof and you still dare to accuse my lovely pet with the lamest of lies?"

"She can control your mind! I swear."

"Stop your nonsense this instant!"

"Why do you think you look like cat? And Opal is a cat!"

"Stop it at once!"

"I... I just wanted to see how you would look if you were a cat! And since she inspired me, it's in part her fault."

"...."

"It's a conspiration, I'm telling you! I'm the poor innocent victim here!"

"You're grounded for a week. Go to your room, immediately!"

"FINE! But if you find a roll of your finest fabric in shreds, don't cry to me."

"Hmph! Like she would... GAH!!!! Opal! Come here this instant!"

Meanwhile in her bedroom, the filly grinned.

"Just as planned...."