[Oops, there's a sizable pony-shaped crater in the wall of the cafeteria, along with a trail of strewn banana peels. After a moment, Big Macintosh crawls out of the hole, looking completely unharmed, though as he shakes himself out his mane fluffs with a POOF before he looks sternly at the camera. Who in the hay left all these banana peels around?]

[Big Macintosh, wearing a yellow and black scarf around his neck, is down in the nature deck, which seems to be far more overgrown than normal. There's already a dent in the wall next to a big tree that's thrashing its limbs at the big red pony, who's thankfully out of its reach, and somewhere far in the background are tendrils of thick, black weeds that look like they're moving all on their own.

But his garden still seems to be completely intact, except with his apple trees now in full bloom and with a lot more unusual vegetables permeating it. He steps carefully past a huge patch of huge healthy-looking pumpkins, a shallow paddy of water with a sign labeled "gillyweed," another patch labeled "wolfsbane," and finally he stops short in front of a patch of ugly brown roots, with a very large, boldfaced sign;

MANDRAKE BABIES! DO NOT TOUCH WITHOUT EAR PROTECTION.

He tilts his head, cautiously leaning in close to the roots without touching them. He sniffs at them, then snorts and draws back, wrinkling his nose.]

[Big Macintosh is in his room, suddenly clad in a fancy suit of armor. He looks uncertainly over himself in a mirror, fidgeting uncomfortably.]

[Oh no! It looks like the Utahraptor has Big Macintosh cornered in his little garden. It's quite a bit taller than he is and he's shrinking back against the wall shaking, eyes wide in disbelief - what in the hay is this creature!?

As it comes closer, he tries to take the opportunity to force his way past it, but it immediately pounces on him, sinking its teeth into his flank. Big Mac slams his hind hoof into its jaw to kick it away and gallops off-camera with a hobble, the raptor charging after him. Somepony better come help this poor stallion!]

[A big, muscular blond man is crouched by the time machine, fiddling with it and looking like he's trying to figure out how it works, chewing lightly on a piece of wheat in his teeth. He also looks a little unsteady on his feet, hanging onto the machine for balance.

He blinks and looks up when he realizes Cambot is standing there, and looks a little embarrassed as he waves to the camera.]

[Cambot is panning over the farm area of the nature deck. The entire field is now plowed and even sowed, it looks like! It must have been fairly recent since nothing seems to be sprouting yet. At the edge of the field, Big Macintosh is standing, a watering can in his mouth, watering a plot.

He sets the can aside and sits down, staring at the mound of dirt where the seeds he just watered are. He shifts to get comfortable, prodding it gently with a hoof, then sets his head on his forelegs, still staring at the seeds. He looks a little disappointed...maybe he's not used to it taking this long?]

[Hey, another horse on the nature deck! That's not too unusual this week except...is that a green apple on his butt?

The strong-looking stallion doesn't seem to notice Cambot or pay it any heed, just looking around the trees on the deck, craning his neck to look up at the leaves. Looking disappointed, he keeps moving, Cambot following.

He stops when he finds that open patch of field in the corner of the nature deck, soil looking ready to be tilled. The pony tilts his head, pawing at the dirt with one hoof, then nodding and looking satisfied.]

Eeeeyup.