Fossil: Scoots, why you blushing?

Scootaloo: Look behind you. *blushing intensifies*

Fossil: Great, I'm molting in public again, I need something to hide my shame.

*POOF!*

Flim: Hey there kid! Embarrassed because you....

Fossil: Not interested.

Rarity: Get out of here you cheapskate.

Flim: Well, uh, i, duh. FLAM, THEY'RE ON TO US!!!!

Flam: Let's get outta here.

Fossil: Thanks for the save, Rarity.

Rarity: Don't mention it. Oh, and by the way. *gives Fossil a shirt*

Fossil: A shirt? Rarity, ponies don't normally wear clothes. You know that right?

Rarity: It's a molting shirt, darling. Specifically designed for Pegasi going through their first molt.

Fossil: Gee, thanks.