Papa Boule was a short tempered 69 mwaka old stallion. He stopped his train at the station, and someone else was taking over for him.
Pony: *Putting oil on the engine*
Papa Boule: *Notices this, and walks towards him* Don't just slap the oil on anywhere dammit! *Takes the oil can* Look where the hell you're putting it! *Putting oil on the running gear* This machine was running before wewe were born. *Stops putting on oil* She's like a woman. *Rubs the running gear with a rag, spreading the oil around* If wewe don't treat her just the right way, she'll make your life miserable. Do it right for god's sake. *Gives him the oil can* I'll be back to check, and remember, a grease job is not a bath! *Walks across the street, and into a cafe*
Conductor: *Walking past eight Nazi ponies. Once he passes them, he goes into the cafe, and towards Papa Boule who is at the counter* Papa.
Papa Boule: Ugh. *Walks away from the counter, and to a table*
Conductor: The cup. *Holding a metal bottle of coffee*
Waiter: *Puts a cup on the counter*
Conductor: *Looks behind him* I see Labiche has finally aliyopewa wewe a train.
Papa Boule: *Looks at the conductor, then out the window*
Conductor: And all the way to Germaneigh.
Papa Boule: Some train. wewe see any artillery? au a load that makes a stallion feel important? Will it change the war? Nah. The important shipment goes to the front!
Conductor: Boule. *Goes to the meza, jedwali with his coffee bottle, and cup, and sits down inayofuata to him* Have wewe read what's in those crates?
Papa Boule: I don't believe anything they write! Open a crate, you'll find champagne, perfume! au anything else they aliiba from us!
Conductor: I've been talking to one of the truck drivers. They really are paintings.
Papa Boule: So what?
Conductor: Million dollar art. Picasso, Braque, Renoir.
Papa Boule: *Happy* Renoir. I used to know a mare who modeled for Renoir. She smelled of paint.
Conductor: Boule. wewe are a good engineer, they told me so. But wewe must be careful. Champagne, and perfume can be replaced, but not art. These paintings are important.
Papa Boule: *His smile disappears* Really?
Conductor: The glory of France!
Papa Boule: The glory of France.
Schmidt: *Walks into the cafe, and looks at Papa Boule* Are wewe the engineer?
Papa Boule: *Referring to the conductor* Does he look like an engineer?
Schmidt: wewe will not leave the station tonight. wewe will stand kwa your engine. Ready to leave in a moment's notice. *Walking away*
Papa Boule: Ja mien Corporal.
Schmidt: *Turns around, and is offended. He says nothing, and leaves*
Papa Boule: Check.
Conductor: wewe be careful how wewe speak to them.
Papa Boule: I'm too old to be careful. *Drinks his coffee* The glory of France.
Conductor: *Pours his coffee into his cup, and drinks it*
Papa Boule: *Pays the waiter for his coffee* Give me the change in franc pieces.
Waiter: *Puts four francs on the counter*
Papa Boule: *Puts all four of them into his pocket*
2 B Continued
Pony: *Putting oil on the engine*
Papa Boule: *Notices this, and walks towards him* Don't just slap the oil on anywhere dammit! *Takes the oil can* Look where the hell you're putting it! *Putting oil on the running gear* This machine was running before wewe were born. *Stops putting on oil* She's like a woman. *Rubs the running gear with a rag, spreading the oil around* If wewe don't treat her just the right way, she'll make your life miserable. Do it right for god's sake. *Gives him the oil can* I'll be back to check, and remember, a grease job is not a bath! *Walks across the street, and into a cafe*
Conductor: *Walking past eight Nazi ponies. Once he passes them, he goes into the cafe, and towards Papa Boule who is at the counter* Papa.
Papa Boule: Ugh. *Walks away from the counter, and to a table*
Conductor: The cup. *Holding a metal bottle of coffee*
Waiter: *Puts a cup on the counter*
Conductor: *Looks behind him* I see Labiche has finally aliyopewa wewe a train.
Papa Boule: *Looks at the conductor, then out the window*
Conductor: And all the way to Germaneigh.
Papa Boule: Some train. wewe see any artillery? au a load that makes a stallion feel important? Will it change the war? Nah. The important shipment goes to the front!
Conductor: Boule. *Goes to the meza, jedwali with his coffee bottle, and cup, and sits down inayofuata to him* Have wewe read what's in those crates?
Papa Boule: I don't believe anything they write! Open a crate, you'll find champagne, perfume! au anything else they aliiba from us!
Conductor: I've been talking to one of the truck drivers. They really are paintings.
Papa Boule: So what?
Conductor: Million dollar art. Picasso, Braque, Renoir.
Papa Boule: *Happy* Renoir. I used to know a mare who modeled for Renoir. She smelled of paint.
Conductor: Boule. wewe are a good engineer, they told me so. But wewe must be careful. Champagne, and perfume can be replaced, but not art. These paintings are important.
Papa Boule: *His smile disappears* Really?
Conductor: The glory of France!
Papa Boule: The glory of France.
Schmidt: *Walks into the cafe, and looks at Papa Boule* Are wewe the engineer?
Papa Boule: *Referring to the conductor* Does he look like an engineer?
Schmidt: wewe will not leave the station tonight. wewe will stand kwa your engine. Ready to leave in a moment's notice. *Walking away*
Papa Boule: Ja mien Corporal.
Schmidt: *Turns around, and is offended. He says nothing, and leaves*
Papa Boule: Check.
Conductor: wewe be careful how wewe speak to them.
Papa Boule: I'm too old to be careful. *Drinks his coffee* The glory of France.
Conductor: *Pours his coffee into his cup, and drinks it*
Papa Boule: *Pays the waiter for his coffee* Give me the change in franc pieces.
Waiter: *Puts four francs on the counter*
Papa Boule: *Puts all four of them into his pocket*
2 B Continued
"hu pinky? what is it?"
"your sister is back"
"WHAT BUT HOW!!!!"
"i dont know shes coming-(passes out on grond)
"hello dashy my little sister WHO PUT A CURS ON ME AND BAND ME WITH YOUR Marafiki but i forgive wewe now"
"uh.....i missed you?"
"aw i missed wewe to do wewe need any help dashy"
"ya can wewe um(looks aroud) can wewe clear all the clouds for me?"
"oh yes dashy(flys away)"
"i need to tell that egg head"
LATER
"SPIKE,take a leter"
"ok"
"D-"
"ill do it"
"ok"
"dear princesses, my sister is back wewe must come save us befor it happens from rain bow"
"hmm that was sort"
"whatever"
"oh dear sister whats going on ARE wewe SENDING A LETTER TO THE PRINESSES!!!"
"no no not at all(spikes sends the leter) its a letter to my... docter"
"ok dashy ill be back!"
Dear Diary,
Today, I had a good adventure with my friends. The bad thing about it, though, was, somepony alisema "Let's go this way!" And I alisema "No! Let's go this way!" We were all confused and most of us didn't understand anypony, but at least I had a adventure!
From, Twilight Sparkle.
Dear Diary,
Today, I went to go with my Marafiki to complete a obstacle course that everypony in Ponyville had to go across. I got past it, but I didn't win the race. I wasn't in first place. I was in third place. But third wasn't last. Twelfth was, but I came in like it was first if there were twelve spots!
From, Twilight SParkle
Today, I had a good adventure with my friends. The bad thing about it, though, was, somepony alisema "Let's go this way!" And I alisema "No! Let's go this way!" We were all confused and most of us didn't understand anypony, but at least I had a adventure!
From, Twilight Sparkle.
Dear Diary,
Today, I went to go with my Marafiki to complete a obstacle course that everypony in Ponyville had to go across. I got past it, but I didn't win the race. I wasn't in first place. I was in third place. But third wasn't last. Twelfth was, but I came in like it was first if there were twelve spots!
From, Twilight SParkle