"Behold Rainbow Power!" "I don't fear something called that silly! Uhh, what is with all those Dragons?" "It's called Rainbow Power because it means that we sic a horde of powerful Dragons in all the colors of the Rainbow at our enemy!" "Ah, horseapples!"
Garble: [gulp!] "Y-you haven't seen these three! They're walking disaster zones! I barely got away from them with my scales still attached!! Didn't any of you hear that echo of 'Cute Mark Crusaders Geologists' before all this went down?!"
Red Dragon: "No, but some of us did hear a 'Hey, let's take that giant orange gemstone at the center of that big crater. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?', mere minutes before all Tartarus broke lose. Did you know that magical gemstone was the only thing stabilizing the volcanic activity of this area?! Little thieving pony children can't possibly steal something that big, but little thieving dragon teenagers, on the other claw..."
Garble: "I'm telling you, IT WASN'T US!! It was those three fillies! They did it! I...have no ide how, but it was them! ....So, maybe we should go raid their village to get it back? Heh, maybe some burning, looting and OHPLEASEDON'TRIPMETOAHREDS!!"
Red Dragon: "Well, we had thought about it, discussed it too; I voted we let some of us eat you lot like we heard Basil did."
Green Dragon: "But given the scale of the mess you three caused, well... we decided something worse is warranted."
Garble: [Whimpering with fear] "Like what, exactly?"
Green Dragon: [Almost whispering] "We're going... to tell your parents."
[EVERY dragon in the group shuddered. Many of them would rather raid Equestria, and face the wrath of Alicorn Princesses themselves, than face any dragon clan's patriarch/matriarch, let alone two with such a terrible reputation as them]
[None of them are more afraid than Garble and his lackeys]
Sweetie Belle: [Trots over to Rarity and pokes her face] "Rarity, are you okay...?"
Scootaloo: "You think we should get help? She might have hit her head, and she didn't get her fainting couch..."
Applebloom: "Ah guess so...but what're we gonna do with this big thing? We didn't get our Geologist Cutie Marks..."
Sweetie Belle: [Still looking Rarity over] "Come to think of it...why did those teen dragons freak out when we took the gem? They helped us get it, why get all scared when we were leaving the Badlands?"
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[In the Badlands]
[Garble and his cronies were tightly coiled in the tail of a slender, serpentine white dragon. Despite their pleas and bribes, he hadn't loosened his grip in the slightest.]
Garble: "Oh man...this is bad. Very bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad!! My parents are gonna kill me, IF I'm lucky! All because we let those stupid fillies sweet-talk us...!"
Rockjaw: "Uh, Boss? They didn't 'Sweet talk' us. YOU thought it'd be funny if they got caught 'stealing' the gem...but they somehow got away without anydra--" [Garble suddenly headbutts him, snarling]
Garble: "Don't correct me, you big lummox! I KNOW what happened!!"
[A sudden chuckle from behind them snaps their heads upward. The gang of bullies look up to see their captor smirking down at them]
White Dragon: "Oh? So you thought setting up three little fillies as thieves, to get mauled by a pack of furious dragons would be 'fun'? Hehehe...even for a dragon, that's quite cruel, young whelp. I'm sure your parents will just LOVE to hear that you're stupid AND a sadist...."
[A pair of distant, furious roars echoes down from the smoke-filled sky--a great and terrible noise that sets Garble quivering like a newborn kitten out in the cold, and even makes his captor flinch. Through the ash and smoke above, two silhouettes, massive in the perpetual gloom even at their altitude approach the clearing. Their eyes glow like blazing coals through the choking air.]
Garble: [Terrified whisper] "I wish that prissy unicorn was a dragon again. Or that Basil was here. I'd rather be a snack again than this...!"