Once Sergi got to Canterlot, he was thinking on whether to sell his car au not.

At the hotel

Apyr: If we sell that car, then how will we compete in the other three races?
Sergi: We get a new one.
Apyr: I'm afraid we can't *grabs rule book* It says that when a racer enters a tournament with a car, he must stick with that car unless it gets wrecked in a race.
Sergi: The only way our car gets wrecked is if Braeburn does something to it.
Apyr: That won't be good. Why do wewe want to sell that car?
Sergi: The cops keep chasing us. kwa now, they're probably on their way to find the car, and tow it away.

In the apartment was a window, providing a good view of their car covered with a tarp.

The inayofuata morning, Sergi woke up, but when he looked out the window, his car was missing.

Sergi: Where did it go?!
Apyr: *driving car*
Sergi: *looks for Apyr* Apyr?! No response!
Apyr: *parks car*
Sergi: *running down stairs*
Apyr: *enters hotel*
Sergi: *sees Apyr* There wewe are. The car is missing!
Apyr: No it isn't. I drove it to get zaidi gas.
Sergi: Did wewe cover it with the tarp?
Apyr: Yes. It's salama Sergi.

After lunch, Sergi, and Apyr went to the Canterlot raceway.

Flag pony: Good afternoon wewe two.
Sergi: Hello.
Braeburn: Howdy robbers.
Apyr: Howdy, stupid equestrian cowcolt.
Braeburn: Both of y'all are rude, ya know that?
Sergi: Says the stallion that started picking on us for no reason!
Apyr: Sergi! Save it for the race.
Braeburn: Yeah "Sergi" *sticks out tongue*
Sergi: To tartaros with you!

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