Date: August 11, 1958
Location: Laramie, Wyoming
Time: 9:27 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
The baseball players told their coach about the ball landing on a train, and how they weren't able to catch it on time.
Coach: Okay, I don't have enough room in my station wagon for all of you, so let's call somepony to help us.
Catie: *Hears her phone ringing, and picks it up, speaking in Russian* Privet? (Hello?)
Coach: Catie, it's me.
Catie: Oh great. What do you want?
Coach: I need you to come down here, and help us out.
Catie: What?
Coach: I said I need you to-
Catie: I know! What do you need my help with?!
Coach: One of my baseball players hit a homerun, but it landed on a moving train. We need to find it, and get the ball back.
Catie: Ugh. I'll be right there. *Hangs up*
Coach: *Puts phone away* Alright you guys, she said she'd be over here. Let's just hope that the forty bucks you paid me is worth it.
They could've bought another baseball, but everypony was too stupid to think about it at the time.
Soon, Catie arrived in her Shitroen 2PV.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: Oh no, I'm not getting in that car.
Coach: I know it's a bad car, but three of you have to go in there.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: Alright. I'll andorinha my pride for the team. *Gets in Catie's car*
Baseball pónei, pônei 5: Me too. *Gets in the Shitroen*
Baseball pónei, pônei 9: *Gets in the car seguinte to baseball pónei, pônei 5*
Coach: Okay, the rest of you with me. We got a train to catch.
The coach, and the other baseball ponies got in the station wagon, and Catie followed with the other three. Both cars were por a train waiting in a siding.
Coach: Okay, who remembered what kind of train it was?
Baseball pónei, pônei 2: It was all black, and the freight cars were empty. I think the number on the engine was 3717.
Coach: *Sees a train that's all black with empty freight cars, then sees an engine numbered 3717* That's the train right there to our right.
Stylo: *Sees the signal turn green* Let's go. *Drives train*
Baseball pónei, pônei 4: It's moving coach.
Coach: I know. We just have to follow it. See if you can find something on the radio. We need a good song to listen to if we're chasing this train.
Baseball pónei, pônei 4: *Turns on radio*
This song was playing on the radio: link
Coach: Now let's get that baseball. *Floors it*
Stephanie: *Looks out cab window*
Stylo: What's up?
Stephanie: I see a station wagon that's doing at least 70 miles an hour.
Stylo: Who knew station wagons could go that fast?
Stephanie: Not me.
Catie: *Driving her car*
Baseball pónei, pônei 5: Can't your car go any faster?
Catie: Nyet! topo, início speed is 30 miles an hour.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: At this rate, it'll take us at least a week to get that ball back.
Coach: Shout out to the engineer, maybe they can here us from where we are.
Baseball pónei, pônei 1: Good idea.
Baseball pónei, pônei 8: *Points at Stephanie* oi you! Stop the train! Our baseball is on there!
Stylo: What did he say?
Stephanie: I think he said he wants to race.
Stylo: If those jokers want a race, let's give them one. Make this thing go as fast as it can.
Stephanie: *Pulls throttle*
Baseball pónei, pônei 8: They're not slowing down coach.
Coach: That's not good.
Baseball pónei, pônei 6: And to make things worse, they're heading towards that tunnel.
Coach: Don't worry, I know this road. We just go over the tracks where that tunnel begins, and we drive on the right side of the tracks. I wonder how Catie is doing with the rest of our team.
Unfortunately, they weren't doing good at all. Catie's car had a very small ammount of power, and was only able to do 1 mile an hora up the hill.
Baseball pónei, pônei 9: What's taking so long?
Catie: My car is doing it's best to go up the hill.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: Yeah, well it's still not good enough.
Catie: You should be thankful that I'm helping you in the first place. *Farts*
Baseball pónei, pônei 5: *Raises a brow*
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: *Feeling very uncomfortable* ...right.
Then, it got stuck, and the car started moving backwards, while the wheels moved forward.
Baseball pónei, pônei 9: This is embarrassing.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: Let's just hope our coach has better luck then us.
Coach: *Driving seguinte to the train*
Stylo: *Driving train*
Stephanie: Will you look at these guys?
Stylo: What's the matter now?
Stephanie: That station wagon we saw earlier is driving on the left side of the road!
Coach: *Lowers window*
Baseball pónei, pônei 8: Shout as loud as you can coach.
Baseball pónei, pônei 4: The fate of this team depends on it.
Coach: HEY!!
Stephanie: They're shouting at us.
Stylo: See what they want.
Stephanie: *Leans her head out of the cab* WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Coach: OUR BALL IS ON YOUR TRAIN!
Stephanie: What?!!?
Coach: OUR BASEBALL LANDED ON YOUR TRAIN!!!
Stephanie: Oh Stylo?
Stylo: Yes?
Stephanie: Remember that homerun at the baseball game you were enjoying?
Stylo: Yeah?
Stephanie: That ball landed on our train.
Stylo: Tell them we'll give it to them when we stop at the coaling depot.
Stephanie: *To the coach* FOLLOW US TO THE COALING DEPOT! WE'LL GIVE YOU THE BALL THERE!!!
Coach: THANK YOU!! *Nearly hits a delivery van, but swerves to the right side of the road just in time*
As they got to the coaling depot, Stylo, and Stephanie helped the entire baseball team look for the baseball. It was found in the third car that was the closest to the locomotive.
Stylo: We're sorry for any inconvenience we caused for you, and your team sir.
Coach: It's alright. You gave us quite an adventure.
Baseball pónei, pônei 2: Only pergunta is, where's your ex-wife with the other three players?
Coach: I don't know. Looks like we'll have to look for them now.
Catie: *Drives her car seguinte to Stylo's freight train, and stops*
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: *Gets out of car with baseball ponies 5, and 9* Did you get our ball back?
Baseball pónei, pônei 4: Yeah. The engineer helped us.
Baseball pónei, pônei 8: If there's anything we can do for you, let us know.
Stylo: Alright, thanks.
Catie: Let's go, get back in the car.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: Ugh, here we go again. *Gets back in Catie's car with baseball ponies 5, and 9*
Catie: *Turns key in ignition, but the car won't start* Chto yebat' ? *Turns key again, but the car still won't start* Etot frantsuzskiy avtomobil' kusok der'ma. Blyad'!
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: I don't speak russian, but I think she dropped the F bomb twice.
Stylo: *Walks over to Catie's car* I thought about what you could do for us.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: What?
Stylo: Let us take your car back to the field. We'll get it loaded on a flatcar, and pull it back.
So that's exactly what they did. Catie, and the three baseball ponies rode in the car while it was on the flatcar on Stylo, and Stephanie's train. After dropping the car off, everypony continued playing baseball.
Stylo: I wish I was down there with them.
Stephanie: Maybe tomorrow you can play baseball.
Stylo: Yeah, I hope so.
The End
On the seguinte episode of Ponies On The Rails
A griffon pays a visit to the Union Pacific
Location: Laramie, Wyoming
Time: 9:27 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
The baseball players told their coach about the ball landing on a train, and how they weren't able to catch it on time.
Coach: Okay, I don't have enough room in my station wagon for all of you, so let's call somepony to help us.
This is Catie. She is the baseball coach's ex-wife
Catie: *Hears her phone ringing, and picks it up, speaking in Russian* Privet? (Hello?)
Coach: Catie, it's me.
Catie: Oh great. What do you want?
Coach: I need you to come down here, and help us out.
Catie: What?
Coach: I said I need you to-
Catie: I know! What do you need my help with?!
Coach: One of my baseball players hit a homerun, but it landed on a moving train. We need to find it, and get the ball back.
Catie: Ugh. I'll be right there. *Hangs up*
Coach: *Puts phone away* Alright you guys, she said she'd be over here. Let's just hope that the forty bucks you paid me is worth it.
They could've bought another baseball, but everypony was too stupid to think about it at the time.
Soon, Catie arrived in her Shitroen 2PV.
Catie's Shitroen
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: Oh no, I'm not getting in that car.
Coach: I know it's a bad car, but three of you have to go in there.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: Alright. I'll andorinha my pride for the team. *Gets in Catie's car*
Baseball pónei, pônei 5: Me too. *Gets in the Shitroen*
Baseball pónei, pônei 9: *Gets in the car seguinte to baseball pónei, pônei 5*
Coach: Okay, the rest of you with me. We got a train to catch.
The coach, and the other baseball ponies got in the station wagon, and Catie followed with the other three. Both cars were por a train waiting in a siding.
Coach: Okay, who remembered what kind of train it was?
Baseball pónei, pônei 2: It was all black, and the freight cars were empty. I think the number on the engine was 3717.
Coach: *Sees a train that's all black with empty freight cars, then sees an engine numbered 3717* That's the train right there to our right.
Stylo: *Sees the signal turn green* Let's go. *Drives train*
Baseball pónei, pônei 4: It's moving coach.
Coach: I know. We just have to follow it. See if you can find something on the radio. We need a good song to listen to if we're chasing this train.
Baseball pónei, pônei 4: *Turns on radio*
This song was playing on the radio: link
Coach: Now let's get that baseball. *Floors it*
Stephanie: *Looks out cab window*
Stylo: What's up?
Stephanie: I see a station wagon that's doing at least 70 miles an hour.
Stylo: Who knew station wagons could go that fast?
Stephanie: Not me.
Catie: *Driving her car*
Baseball pónei, pônei 5: Can't your car go any faster?
Catie: Nyet! topo, início speed is 30 miles an hour.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: At this rate, it'll take us at least a week to get that ball back.
Coach: Shout out to the engineer, maybe they can here us from where we are.
Baseball pónei, pônei 1: Good idea.
Baseball pónei, pônei 8: *Points at Stephanie* oi you! Stop the train! Our baseball is on there!
Stylo: What did he say?
Stephanie: I think he said he wants to race.
Stylo: If those jokers want a race, let's give them one. Make this thing go as fast as it can.
Stephanie: *Pulls throttle*
Baseball pónei, pônei 8: They're not slowing down coach.
Coach: That's not good.
Baseball pónei, pônei 6: And to make things worse, they're heading towards that tunnel.
Coach: Don't worry, I know this road. We just go over the tracks where that tunnel begins, and we drive on the right side of the tracks. I wonder how Catie is doing with the rest of our team.
Unfortunately, they weren't doing good at all. Catie's car had a very small ammount of power, and was only able to do 1 mile an hora up the hill.
Baseball pónei, pônei 9: What's taking so long?
Catie: My car is doing it's best to go up the hill.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: Yeah, well it's still not good enough.
Catie: You should be thankful that I'm helping you in the first place. *Farts*
Baseball pónei, pônei 5: *Raises a brow*
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: *Feeling very uncomfortable* ...right.
Then, it got stuck, and the car started moving backwards, while the wheels moved forward.
Baseball pónei, pônei 9: This is embarrassing.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: Let's just hope our coach has better luck then us.
Coach: *Driving seguinte to the train*
Stylo: *Driving train*
Stephanie: Will you look at these guys?
Stylo: What's the matter now?
Stephanie: That station wagon we saw earlier is driving on the left side of the road!
Coach: *Lowers window*
Baseball pónei, pônei 8: Shout as loud as you can coach.
Baseball pónei, pônei 4: The fate of this team depends on it.
Coach: HEY!!
Stephanie: They're shouting at us.
Stylo: See what they want.
Stephanie: *Leans her head out of the cab* WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Coach: OUR BALL IS ON YOUR TRAIN!
Stephanie: What?!!?
Coach: OUR BASEBALL LANDED ON YOUR TRAIN!!!
Stephanie: Oh Stylo?
Stylo: Yes?
Stephanie: Remember that homerun at the baseball game you were enjoying?
Stylo: Yeah?
Stephanie: That ball landed on our train.
Stylo: Tell them we'll give it to them when we stop at the coaling depot.
Stephanie: *To the coach* FOLLOW US TO THE COALING DEPOT! WE'LL GIVE YOU THE BALL THERE!!!
Coach: THANK YOU!! *Nearly hits a delivery van, but swerves to the right side of the road just in time*
As they got to the coaling depot, Stylo, and Stephanie helped the entire baseball team look for the baseball. It was found in the third car that was the closest to the locomotive.
Stylo: We're sorry for any inconvenience we caused for you, and your team sir.
Coach: It's alright. You gave us quite an adventure.
Baseball pónei, pônei 2: Only pergunta is, where's your ex-wife with the other three players?
Coach: I don't know. Looks like we'll have to look for them now.
Catie: *Drives her car seguinte to Stylo's freight train, and stops*
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: *Gets out of car with baseball ponies 5, and 9* Did you get our ball back?
Baseball pónei, pônei 4: Yeah. The engineer helped us.
Baseball pónei, pônei 8: If there's anything we can do for you, let us know.
Stylo: Alright, thanks.
Catie: Let's go, get back in the car.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: Ugh, here we go again. *Gets back in Catie's car with baseball ponies 5, and 9*
Catie: *Turns key in ignition, but the car won't start* Chto yebat' ? *Turns key again, but the car still won't start* Etot frantsuzskiy avtomobil' kusok der'ma. Blyad'!
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: I don't speak russian, but I think she dropped the F bomb twice.
Stylo: *Walks over to Catie's car* I thought about what you could do for us.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: What?
Stylo: Let us take your car back to the field. We'll get it loaded on a flatcar, and pull it back.
So that's exactly what they did. Catie, and the three baseball ponies rode in the car while it was on the flatcar on Stylo, and Stephanie's train. After dropping the car off, everypony continued playing baseball.
Stylo: I wish I was down there with them.
Stephanie: Maybe tomorrow you can play baseball.
Stylo: Yeah, I hope so.
The End
On the seguinte episode of Ponies On The Rails
A griffon pays a visit to the Union Pacific
