Mirage stopped his car, and tip toed toward the corner of the mural of rocks to see if the others stopped.
Mirage: It's all clea- AGH!
Sean: What happened? Engine trouble?
Fluttershy: Did you run out of gas?
Mirage: No, it's one of my tires.
Pinkie Pie: Was it?
Mirage: Ok fine! I tried to trick you all.
Spike: We're not getting anywhere doing this.
Sean: Yeah, why don't we all get in our cars, and discuss this where no one will see us?
Spike: I'm with him.
At a police station far away
police ponies: Where's captain Culpepper?
secretary: He's in his office.
Culpepper: *walks out of office* Alright, what happened with that laranja unicorn?
cop 1: He drove off a cliff, and five ponies tried to help him.
Culpepper: What about the money?
cop 1: We don't know sir.
Culpepper: Find out about it pronto.
Back to the ponies in the four cars. A cop car following a ambulância passed by.
Cop 6: All units. One of the cars involved, is a blue Fillys.
Cop 1: Car 21, I just spotted all four of the cars. The ponies driving them are having a discussion of some kind.
Spike: There is $475,000 at stake here. How are we going to dividido, dividir it.
Mirage: There were four drivers, we should dividido, dividir it in four ways.
Sean: If we were to do that, each driver would get $118,750.
Pinkie Pie: Five of us went down there, we should dividido, dividir it in five ways.
Twilight: Man we're overlooking one thing though.
All: What?
Twilight: There were eight of us there, so eight of us get *pulls out calculator*
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Egghead.
Twilight: $59,375
Fluttershy: Uh, I don't know about that.
Twilight: What do you mean you don't know?
Sean: Twilight's right. We'll dividido, dividir it in eight ways, so let's quit complaining, and get it. After all, it's tax free money.
Mirage: What do you mean tax free?
Sean: Once we get it-
Mirage: We don't have to pay taxes?
Sean: Yeah.
Mirage: Every pónei, pônei has to pay taxes. Even ponies that work for the mafia, otherwise it's like stealing from the government.
Pinkie Pie: Will we quit complaining. I just thought of something. What if one group gets to the money, and leaves before anyone else arrives?
Twilight: Man that won't happen!
Pinkie Pie: Ja, it will. There's only one way to settle it, and that is everypony *dramatic 1 minuto pause* For himself!
Everyone soon ran to there cars, and drove onto the road, racing like there was no tomorrow.
2 B continued
Mirage: It's all clea- AGH!
Sean: What happened? Engine trouble?
Fluttershy: Did you run out of gas?
Mirage: No, it's one of my tires.
Pinkie Pie: Was it?
Mirage: Ok fine! I tried to trick you all.
Spike: We're not getting anywhere doing this.
Sean: Yeah, why don't we all get in our cars, and discuss this where no one will see us?
Spike: I'm with him.
At a police station far away
police ponies: Where's captain Culpepper?
secretary: He's in his office.
Culpepper: *walks out of office* Alright, what happened with that laranja unicorn?
cop 1: He drove off a cliff, and five ponies tried to help him.
Culpepper: What about the money?
cop 1: We don't know sir.
Culpepper: Find out about it pronto.
Back to the ponies in the four cars. A cop car following a ambulância passed by.
Cop 6: All units. One of the cars involved, is a blue Fillys.
Cop 1: Car 21, I just spotted all four of the cars. The ponies driving them are having a discussion of some kind.
Spike: There is $475,000 at stake here. How are we going to dividido, dividir it.
Mirage: There were four drivers, we should dividido, dividir it in four ways.
Sean: If we were to do that, each driver would get $118,750.
Pinkie Pie: Five of us went down there, we should dividido, dividir it in five ways.
Twilight: Man we're overlooking one thing though.
All: What?
Twilight: There were eight of us there, so eight of us get *pulls out calculator*
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Egghead.
Twilight: $59,375
Fluttershy: Uh, I don't know about that.
Twilight: What do you mean you don't know?
Sean: Twilight's right. We'll dividido, dividir it in eight ways, so let's quit complaining, and get it. After all, it's tax free money.
Mirage: What do you mean tax free?
Sean: Once we get it-
Mirage: We don't have to pay taxes?
Sean: Yeah.
Mirage: Every pónei, pônei has to pay taxes. Even ponies that work for the mafia, otherwise it's like stealing from the government.
Pinkie Pie: Will we quit complaining. I just thought of something. What if one group gets to the money, and leaves before anyone else arrives?
Twilight: Man that won't happen!
Pinkie Pie: Ja, it will. There's only one way to settle it, and that is everypony *dramatic 1 minuto pause* For himself!
Everyone soon ran to there cars, and drove onto the road, racing like there was no tomorrow.
2 B continued
Captain Culpepper
