Hawkeye, Stylo, and Mirage went outside, where Pete, and the bus driver were arguing.
Drunk Bus Driver: I don't give a shit what wewe tell me! I am taking all your fucking passengers away from the train, and to wherever they need to go in the town of Cheyenne!!!
Pete: You're not allowed to! Those ponies want to get on the train, not the bus!
Drunk Bus Driver: Who would want to get on the train?!?
gppony, pony 36: I would.
gppony, pony 57: Me too.
gppony, pony 98: It's better than taking the bus!
Drunk Bus Driver: *Gets in bus, and drives away*
Hawkeye: Are wewe alright Pete?
Pete: Yeah. All we did was shout at each other. That asshole can do whatever he wants.
Meanwhile, near Cheyenne Town Hall.
Mayor: *Standing near hot dog stand, and looking at watch* OH NO!! I have to find a restaurant to eat before it reaches two o' clock!! *Runs past hotdog stand* Where is a restaurant when wewe need one?!
Army Pony: *Driving tank down road*
Mayor: *Sees army tank* What the hell?! What? The? Hell?!!? Army tanks aren't supposed to go down a mitaani, mtaa like that.
Drunk Bus Driver: *Driving bus* I'm a bus, I hate wewe too!! *Stops bus*
Mayor: Oh good. I'm going to get on my bus, because my bus is here. *Gets on bus*
Drunk Bus Driver: *Drives bus*
Mayor: Will wewe stop at a restaurant?
Drunk Bus Driver: Sure. *Driving to restaurant* I have to kuvuka, msalaba a railroad crossing.
But then, the bus got a flat tire, and it stopped on the train tracks. It would not go any further.
Drunk Bus Driver: What is this? Why do I get a flat tire?
Mare: wewe drove over a pothole like a careless idiot.
Drunk Bus Driver: Shut up bitch. Everypony, get out!
Everypony got out.
Hawkeye: *Driving train towards railroad crossing*
Stylo: Hey, there's something in our way.
Hawkeye: *Applying brakes*
Drunk Bus Driver: OH NO! *Gets back in bus*
Mayor: Are wewe going to take me to a restaurant?
Drunk Bus Driver: *Floors it* Come on, move!
Hawkeye: He's trying to get the bus out of our way!
Stylo: But it has a flat tire, it won't move!
Drunk Bus Driver: *Goes backwards* There we go!
Hawkeye: Just in time. *Drives pass railroad crossing without hitting bus*
inayofuata morning, Hawkeye, Stylo, and Mirage were waiting on the station.
Mirage: I heard about what wewe two had to do yesterday.
Hawkeye: Yeah. That drunk idiot nearly got himself killed moving a bus out of our way.
Mirage: He Lost his job for getting a flat tire on the bus.
Stylo: Good for him.
Hawkeye: wewe know what else is good?
Mirage: What?
Hawkeye: Seeing wewe again.
Mirage: Hey, cool.
All three ponies laughed together, and are very good friends.
The End
On the inayofuata episode of Ponies On The Rails
Hawkeye goes blind, while Gordon has to buy a new car.
Drunk Bus Driver: I don't give a shit what wewe tell me! I am taking all your fucking passengers away from the train, and to wherever they need to go in the town of Cheyenne!!!
Pete: You're not allowed to! Those ponies want to get on the train, not the bus!
Drunk Bus Driver: Who would want to get on the train?!?
gppony, pony 36: I would.
gppony, pony 57: Me too.
gppony, pony 98: It's better than taking the bus!
Drunk Bus Driver: *Gets in bus, and drives away*
Hawkeye: Are wewe alright Pete?
Pete: Yeah. All we did was shout at each other. That asshole can do whatever he wants.
Meanwhile, near Cheyenne Town Hall.
Mayor: *Standing near hot dog stand, and looking at watch* OH NO!! I have to find a restaurant to eat before it reaches two o' clock!! *Runs past hotdog stand* Where is a restaurant when wewe need one?!
Army Pony: *Driving tank down road*
Mayor: *Sees army tank* What the hell?! What? The? Hell?!!? Army tanks aren't supposed to go down a mitaani, mtaa like that.
Drunk Bus Driver: *Driving bus* I'm a bus, I hate wewe too!! *Stops bus*
Mayor: Oh good. I'm going to get on my bus, because my bus is here. *Gets on bus*
Drunk Bus Driver: *Drives bus*
Mayor: Will wewe stop at a restaurant?
Drunk Bus Driver: Sure. *Driving to restaurant* I have to kuvuka, msalaba a railroad crossing.
But then, the bus got a flat tire, and it stopped on the train tracks. It would not go any further.
Drunk Bus Driver: What is this? Why do I get a flat tire?
Mare: wewe drove over a pothole like a careless idiot.
Drunk Bus Driver: Shut up bitch. Everypony, get out!
Everypony got out.
Hawkeye: *Driving train towards railroad crossing*
Stylo: Hey, there's something in our way.
Hawkeye: *Applying brakes*
Drunk Bus Driver: OH NO! *Gets back in bus*
Mayor: Are wewe going to take me to a restaurant?
Drunk Bus Driver: *Floors it* Come on, move!
Hawkeye: He's trying to get the bus out of our way!
Stylo: But it has a flat tire, it won't move!
Drunk Bus Driver: *Goes backwards* There we go!
Hawkeye: Just in time. *Drives pass railroad crossing without hitting bus*
inayofuata morning, Hawkeye, Stylo, and Mirage were waiting on the station.
Mirage: I heard about what wewe two had to do yesterday.
Hawkeye: Yeah. That drunk idiot nearly got himself killed moving a bus out of our way.
Mirage: He Lost his job for getting a flat tire on the bus.
Stylo: Good for him.
Hawkeye: wewe know what else is good?
Mirage: What?
Hawkeye: Seeing wewe again.
Mirage: Hey, cool.
All three ponies laughed together, and are very good friends.
The End
On the inayofuata episode of Ponies On The Rails
Hawkeye goes blind, while Gordon has to buy a new car.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the changeling queen.
A powerful being, is she, and no doubt about it at all,
For her power is shaped as a ball:
One with no end to her power and attitude of pride.
Her changeling legions stretch far and wide
Until nothing else can be seen.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the consumer of love,
As with her underlings who conquer vastly.
Many will see her as ghastly,
au perhaps even demonic of sorts,
As well as her infinite cohorts.
Nothing could send her above.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, now beaten,
Will one siku return with power all on
Her enemies with the rage of Phlegethon.
Speed will accompany her in many ways,
For her vengeance will be quenched in days,
All of her enemies' upendo eaten.
A powerful being, is she, and no doubt about it at all,
For her power is shaped as a ball:
One with no end to her power and attitude of pride.
Her changeling legions stretch far and wide
Until nothing else can be seen.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the consumer of love,
As with her underlings who conquer vastly.
Many will see her as ghastly,
au perhaps even demonic of sorts,
As well as her infinite cohorts.
Nothing could send her above.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, now beaten,
Will one siku return with power all on
Her enemies with the rage of Phlegethon.
Speed will accompany her in many ways,
For her vengeance will be quenched in days,
All of her enemies' upendo eaten.