Date: August 1, 1959
Location: Pine Bluffs, Wyoming
Time: 8:04 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Gordon was pleased with the fact that he overtook Hawkeye, and Stylo's train. Now he was driving his train between the Unicorn Highway, and Lodgepole Creek.
Gordon: I'm almost out of Wyoming. After I cruz the state border, I'll be in Neighbraska. *Sees a red signal* Shit. *Applies the brakes*
His train stopped just seguinte to the state border.
Gordon: What do I have to stop for?
Hawkeye: *Passes Gordon's freight in his passenger train*
Stylo: *Looking in a rear view mirror, and laughs*
Hawkeye: What is it?
Stylo: Gordon had to stop for our train to pass.
Hawkeye: Oh good.
Gordon: *Sees a switch in front of him* The points are set to the track Hawkeye, and Stylo are on. What the fuck is the point of that? I could just stay on this track, and drive my train seguinte to their's.
What he didn't know was that the track his train was currently on was damaged half a mile ahead. Workers were currently working to fix it, but it was still too dangerous for any trains to go on the damaged track.
Gordon: *Starts to back his train up*
Signal Pony: What's this dumbass doing?
Gordon: Switch the fucking track!!!
Signal Pony: *Shakes his head no*
Gordon: *Gets out of his train, and goes to the switch track. He automatically sets the points with his magic to make his train go straight* There we go. *Quickly gets back into his train*
Signal Pony: *Tries to switch the track, but the lever is jammed*
Gordon: *Goes passed the switch* Haha!! I'm going straight, and now I can beat Pierce to North Platte.
Signal Pony: What does that twat think he's doing?
Hawkeye: Eh, looks like he's catching up.
Stylo: We can beat him. Full throttle.
Hawkeye: *Makes the train go faster* We have to at least be doing 75 now. Oh, and do you think you can find some música for this race?
Stylo: Let me check. *Turns on radio*
A song por Elvis was playing: link
Hawkeye: Nice.
Stylo: Now we just gotta stay in first place.
Hawkeye: Mr. Presley, we're gonna win this race just for you.
Gordon: *Slowly catching up*
Stylo: He's still catching up.
Hawkeye: He's got three engines pulling his train. We only got two.
Stylo: Our train is lighter. We should be going faster.
Hawkeye: True, but like I said, he's got three engines. We only have two. He has mais power.
Gordon: *Gets his engines passed Hawkeye's* Hahahaha!
Hawkeye: He's ahead of us.
Stylo: You gotta be kidding.
Gordon: *Sticks his tongue out at Hawkeye, and Stylo*
Hawkeye: Real mature. *Looks at the track Gordon's train is on* Oh, *Laughs* Look at that.
Stylo: *Sees workers repairing track in front of Gordon's train* Hahahahahahaha. He has to stop now.
Hawkeye: But he isn't slowing down!
Gordon: *Sees the workers* OH SHIT!! *Applies the brakes* Stop, stop, stop!!!!!
His train ended up going on the damaged part of track, and was derailed. Luckily, no one was hurt.
Hawkeye: HAHA!!! Serves him right.
Stylo: We win the race.
Stop the song, because this is...
2 B Continued
Not really. Here's the rest of the episode.
45 minutos later, Gordon got to the station in North Platte in a taxi. He had to call Pete, and tell him about what happened.
Gordon: *In phone booth* Come on. Hurry up.
Hawkeye: *Walking towards Gordon with Stylo* We win the race.
Gordon: Shut up! I gotta make a call!
Stylo: If you don't know how to stop your train in time, what makes you think you know how to use a phone?
Gordon: Fuck you... Uh, Pete?! No, that wasn't to you, it was to Hawkeye, and Stylo! Yes, they're right here. *Points phone towards Hawkeye* He wants to talk to you.
Hawkeye: *Grabs phone* Hello, Pete?
Pete: Well, I heard you, and Gordon got in another race.
Hawkeye: Yes we did.
Pete: I hope you won, because I placed bets on you to win.
Hawkeye: Really?
Pete: Yes.
Hawkeye: Who else was betting?
Pete: Percy, Jeff, and this pónei, pônei that claims to be Gordon's friend.
Hawkeye: You may collect your money, because I did win the race. Gordon crashed his train.
Pete: And for that, I'll have him transferred up in Washington, probably Seattle.
Hawkeye: Good. The longer he stays there, the better. We gotta go now Pete.
Pete: Alright. See you when you get back. *Hangs up*
Hawkeye: *Puts phone away*
Gordon: Stylo, do you really think I can't do anything?
Stylo: Obviously, you can't do anything. You fucked up with driving your freight train here, so why would you be able to do good at anything else?
Gordon: I'm an expert at changing tires on cars.
Stylo: Yeah right.
Just then, a brand new Corvette passed por Gordon, and it got a flat tire.
Stylo: How ironic.
Gordon: Watch how it's done. *Walks to the car*
Old Mare: *Gets out of car* Ah, I knew I shouldn't have gotten a new car. These things always have problems.
Gordon: Excuse me ma'am. May I be of assistance?
Old Mare: No.
Gordon: Let me change the tire for you.
Hawkeye: Either he's deaf, or no means yes.
Stylo: Ah.
Gordon: *Opens trunk*
Old Mare: I told you not to help me.
Gordon: What do you want to do? Stay here hours for help to arrive when it's already here? I can fix this. *Gets spare tire, and tools*
Old Mare: I'll make you stop. *Grabs baseball bat*
Hawkeye: *Takes baseball bat away from mare* Ah ah ah. We want our friend to prove that he can actually do something right.
Gordon: *Raises car with lift*
Old Mare: Alright fine, but make sure you get that tire on properly.
Gordon: *Takes off bad tire*
Old Mare: Can he hear? Can he hear?
Gordon: *Mimicking the mare* Yes he can. Yes he can.
Hawkeye: Could have fooled me.
Gordon: *Puts spare tire on car*
Old Mare: Make sure you screw those nuts, and bolts on tightly.
Gordon: What does it look like I'm doing? *Lowers car after screwing in the nuts, and bolts* There we go.
After that, the spare tire got flat.
Hawkeye: *Laughs*
Stylo: *Sarcastically* Way to go Gordon!
Old Mare: These new cars are always going wrong!
Hawkeye: It's not the car. You just have bad tires.
Gordon: I was about to say that!
Hawkeye: Bullshit!!
Hawkeye, and Stylo then began to walk away, leaving Gordon with the old mare.
The End
On the seguinte episode of Ponies On The Rails
A pónei, pônei from the mafia annoys everypony on the Union Pacific.
Location: Pine Bluffs, Wyoming
Time: 8:04 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Gordon was pleased with the fact that he overtook Hawkeye, and Stylo's train. Now he was driving his train between the Unicorn Highway, and Lodgepole Creek.
Gordon: I'm almost out of Wyoming. After I cruz the state border, I'll be in Neighbraska. *Sees a red signal* Shit. *Applies the brakes*
His train stopped just seguinte to the state border.
Gordon: What do I have to stop for?
Hawkeye: *Passes Gordon's freight in his passenger train*
Stylo: *Looking in a rear view mirror, and laughs*
Hawkeye: What is it?
Stylo: Gordon had to stop for our train to pass.
Hawkeye: Oh good.
Gordon: *Sees a switch in front of him* The points are set to the track Hawkeye, and Stylo are on. What the fuck is the point of that? I could just stay on this track, and drive my train seguinte to their's.
What he didn't know was that the track his train was currently on was damaged half a mile ahead. Workers were currently working to fix it, but it was still too dangerous for any trains to go on the damaged track.
Gordon: *Starts to back his train up*
Signal Pony: What's this dumbass doing?
Gordon: Switch the fucking track!!!
Signal Pony: *Shakes his head no*
Gordon: *Gets out of his train, and goes to the switch track. He automatically sets the points with his magic to make his train go straight* There we go. *Quickly gets back into his train*
Signal Pony: *Tries to switch the track, but the lever is jammed*
Gordon: *Goes passed the switch* Haha!! I'm going straight, and now I can beat Pierce to North Platte.
Signal Pony: What does that twat think he's doing?
Hawkeye: Eh, looks like he's catching up.
Stylo: We can beat him. Full throttle.
Hawkeye: *Makes the train go faster* We have to at least be doing 75 now. Oh, and do you think you can find some música for this race?
Stylo: Let me check. *Turns on radio*
A song por Elvis was playing: link
Hawkeye: Nice.
Stylo: Now we just gotta stay in first place.
Hawkeye: Mr. Presley, we're gonna win this race just for you.
Gordon: *Slowly catching up*
Stylo: He's still catching up.
Hawkeye: He's got three engines pulling his train. We only got two.
Stylo: Our train is lighter. We should be going faster.
Hawkeye: True, but like I said, he's got three engines. We only have two. He has mais power.
Gordon: *Gets his engines passed Hawkeye's* Hahahaha!
Hawkeye: He's ahead of us.
Stylo: You gotta be kidding.
Gordon: *Sticks his tongue out at Hawkeye, and Stylo*
Hawkeye: Real mature. *Looks at the track Gordon's train is on* Oh, *Laughs* Look at that.
Stylo: *Sees workers repairing track in front of Gordon's train* Hahahahahahaha. He has to stop now.
Hawkeye: But he isn't slowing down!
Gordon: *Sees the workers* OH SHIT!! *Applies the brakes* Stop, stop, stop!!!!!
His train ended up going on the damaged part of track, and was derailed. Luckily, no one was hurt.
Hawkeye: HAHA!!! Serves him right.
Stylo: We win the race.
Stop the song, because this is...
2 B Continued
Not really. Here's the rest of the episode.
45 minutos later, Gordon got to the station in North Platte in a taxi. He had to call Pete, and tell him about what happened.
Gordon: *In phone booth* Come on. Hurry up.
Hawkeye: *Walking towards Gordon with Stylo* We win the race.
Gordon: Shut up! I gotta make a call!
Stylo: If you don't know how to stop your train in time, what makes you think you know how to use a phone?
Gordon: Fuck you... Uh, Pete?! No, that wasn't to you, it was to Hawkeye, and Stylo! Yes, they're right here. *Points phone towards Hawkeye* He wants to talk to you.
Hawkeye: *Grabs phone* Hello, Pete?
Pete: Well, I heard you, and Gordon got in another race.
Hawkeye: Yes we did.
Pete: I hope you won, because I placed bets on you to win.
Hawkeye: Really?
Pete: Yes.
Hawkeye: Who else was betting?
Pete: Percy, Jeff, and this pónei, pônei that claims to be Gordon's friend.
Hawkeye: You may collect your money, because I did win the race. Gordon crashed his train.
Pete: And for that, I'll have him transferred up in Washington, probably Seattle.
Hawkeye: Good. The longer he stays there, the better. We gotta go now Pete.
Pete: Alright. See you when you get back. *Hangs up*
Hawkeye: *Puts phone away*
Gordon: Stylo, do you really think I can't do anything?
Stylo: Obviously, you can't do anything. You fucked up with driving your freight train here, so why would you be able to do good at anything else?
Gordon: I'm an expert at changing tires on cars.
Stylo: Yeah right.
Just then, a brand new Corvette passed por Gordon, and it got a flat tire.
Stylo: How ironic.
Gordon: Watch how it's done. *Walks to the car*
Old Mare: *Gets out of car* Ah, I knew I shouldn't have gotten a new car. These things always have problems.
Gordon: Excuse me ma'am. May I be of assistance?
Old Mare: No.
Gordon: Let me change the tire for you.
Hawkeye: Either he's deaf, or no means yes.
Stylo: Ah.
Gordon: *Opens trunk*
Old Mare: I told you not to help me.
Gordon: What do you want to do? Stay here hours for help to arrive when it's already here? I can fix this. *Gets spare tire, and tools*
Old Mare: I'll make you stop. *Grabs baseball bat*
Hawkeye: *Takes baseball bat away from mare* Ah ah ah. We want our friend to prove that he can actually do something right.
Gordon: *Raises car with lift*
Old Mare: Alright fine, but make sure you get that tire on properly.
Gordon: *Takes off bad tire*
Old Mare: Can he hear? Can he hear?
Gordon: *Mimicking the mare* Yes he can. Yes he can.
Hawkeye: Could have fooled me.
Gordon: *Puts spare tire on car*
Old Mare: Make sure you screw those nuts, and bolts on tightly.
Gordon: What does it look like I'm doing? *Lowers car after screwing in the nuts, and bolts* There we go.
After that, the spare tire got flat.
Hawkeye: *Laughs*
Stylo: *Sarcastically* Way to go Gordon!
Old Mare: These new cars are always going wrong!
Hawkeye: It's not the car. You just have bad tires.
Gordon: I was about to say that!
Hawkeye: Bullshit!!
Hawkeye, and Stylo then began to walk away, leaving Gordon with the old mare.
The End
On the seguinte episode of Ponies On The Rails
A pónei, pônei from the mafia annoys everypony on the Union Pacific.
This is the engine that Wilson was driving.
Ten Cents
Moneybit's disguise
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Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see. *Takes cover as a Lotus passes through the hole, and lands in front of the logo*
A police car went through the hole as well, but it was going too slow, and landed on it's roof.
It was a warm evening in Appaloosa, as a Lotus sped down the highway being driven por two russian stallions.
Sergi & Apyr's Lotus Eltrot
This was playing on their radio: link
Seanthehedgehog presents
The Racer
Russian driver: *stops car*
Russian stallion: *gets out, with spraypaint*
Russian driver: торопить (Hurry)
Russian stallion: *sprays estrela on sign*
Police ponies:...
The train yard was in a place called Woodstock. It's por Port Morris, and a few miles north of Midtown.
Once they arrived, Firearm stopped his car on a bridge going over the yard.
Pierce: Did Browning tell you what we're supposed to do?
Firearm: Not really. He just said he wanted us to go on an "adventure" *Gets out of his car with Pierce*
Pierce: Well, good thing he told me what to do last night after we returned from St. Foalis. *Pulls out a WA2000 sniper rifle* The Hetfords are making a deal inside that train yard. We have to kill both the buyer, and the dealer. Got a rifle?
Firearm: I think...
