After the ski chase, I went home. Even though I lived across the rua from Jeff The Killer, he would never be able to find me.
Jeff: *In the basement*
Guards 3 & 5: *Arrive* Sir. We must tell you something.
Jeff: You look beat up. What happened?
Guard 3: Scootaloo escaped.
Jeff: I hope you're lying.
Guard 5: Unfortunately he is not.
Jeff: Then if you don't find her, I'll use your bodyparts to make cupcakes.
Guard 3: We are robots sir.
Guard 5: We do not have bodyparts.
Jeff: Then I will kill you two. Go find her! And what happened to the other three guards?
Guard 3: They died.
Guard 4: *Falls through the ceiling* I didn't. I got punched.
Jeff: I don't even know how you just did that, because we are in a basement.
Guard 3: Well if that's on your mind, I guess you forgot about everything else you were telling us, right?
Jeff: Oh no. You are not going to leave me. I want you to find that filly, and kill her.
Guard 5: Right away sir.
Meanwhile, at my house.
Scootaloo: *Sitting at a table*
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: *Arrives* Where's your scooter?
Scootaloo: Somepony roubou it.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Why didn't you tell me as soon as you got here?
Scootaloo: I don't know.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: How did you get back here without your scooter?
Scootaloo: Remember when I told you that I always wanted to fly?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Wait. Are you saying your wings work?
Scootaloo: Yep.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: That's incredible! We can fly together, and look for your scooter.
Scootaloo: That's a great idea.
So we started flying above our street, and looked for my scooter. We were hoping it wasn't far away. Or at least, I was, because of Jeff The Killer. Currently, he was dancing to some song: link
Guard 3: Sir?
Jeff: *Ignoring the guards*
Guard 5: Sir!
Jeff: Ignore me. I want to dance.
Guard 4: SIR!!! *Turns off music*
Jeff: Do you want to die?
Guard 4: *Points his gun at Jeff* Oh please. All you have to kill me is a plastic knife, and I'm a robot.
Jeff: I must be a proffesional then.
Guard 3: Okay really? You pronounced it wrong. It's professional.
Jeff: Have you found Scootaloo?
Guard 5: Wow, he actually remembered the filly's name.
Guard 3: You owe me twenty bucks.
Guard 4: We haven't found her yet.
Jeff: Then what are you doing here? Go back outside, and find her!
Guards: *Leaving*
2 B Continued
Jeff: *In the basement*
Guards 3 & 5: *Arrive* Sir. We must tell you something.
Jeff: You look beat up. What happened?
Guard 3: Scootaloo escaped.
Jeff: I hope you're lying.
Guard 5: Unfortunately he is not.
Jeff: Then if you don't find her, I'll use your bodyparts to make cupcakes.
Guard 3: We are robots sir.
Guard 5: We do not have bodyparts.
Jeff: Then I will kill you two. Go find her! And what happened to the other three guards?
Guard 3: They died.
Guard 4: *Falls through the ceiling* I didn't. I got punched.
Jeff: I don't even know how you just did that, because we are in a basement.
Guard 3: Well if that's on your mind, I guess you forgot about everything else you were telling us, right?
Jeff: Oh no. You are not going to leave me. I want you to find that filly, and kill her.
Guard 5: Right away sir.
Meanwhile, at my house.
Scootaloo: *Sitting at a table*
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: *Arrives* Where's your scooter?
Scootaloo: Somepony roubou it.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Why didn't you tell me as soon as you got here?
Scootaloo: I don't know.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: How did you get back here without your scooter?
Scootaloo: Remember when I told you that I always wanted to fly?
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: Wait. Are you saying your wings work?
Scootaloo: Yep.
arco iris, arco-íris Dash: That's incredible! We can fly together, and look for your scooter.
Scootaloo: That's a great idea.
So we started flying above our street, and looked for my scooter. We were hoping it wasn't far away. Or at least, I was, because of Jeff The Killer. Currently, he was dancing to some song: link
He made this face while dancing
Guard 3: Sir?
Jeff: *Ignoring the guards*
Guard 5: Sir!
Jeff: Ignore me. I want to dance.
Guard 4: SIR!!! *Turns off music*
Jeff: Do you want to die?
Guard 4: *Points his gun at Jeff* Oh please. All you have to kill me is a plastic knife, and I'm a robot.
Jeff: I must be a proffesional then.
Guard 3: Okay really? You pronounced it wrong. It's professional.
Jeff: Have you found Scootaloo?
Guard 5: Wow, he actually remembered the filly's name.
Guard 3: You owe me twenty bucks.
Guard 4: We haven't found her yet.
Jeff: Then what are you doing here? Go back outside, and find her!
Guards: *Leaving*
2 B Continued
