So after a while of hefting and hauling, Sandy, Magnolia, Spark, anypony else who helped, and a group of NPC ponies managed to clear away the pile of debris. They even managed to sort out the bigger pieces into smaller piles based on which cart they came from.

Sandy was feeling the strain of doing so much magical lifting. But at least Gear and Silverpine were safe, and he'd done a small service to the town. Still down two foals, but Night Jewel seemed like less of a troublemaker, at least of the "wanton destruction" sort. He turned to the foals. "Alright, I'm thinking it's getting to be past your two's bedtimes. How's about we head back to the Civic Center?"