Papa Boule was a short tempered 69 anno 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 te were born. *Stops putting on oil* She's like a woman. *Rubs the running gear with a rag, spreading the oil around* If te 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 dato te a train.
Papa Boule: *Looks at the conductor, then out the window*
Conductor: And all the way to Germaneigh.
Papa Boule: Some train. te see any artillery? o 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 tavolo with his coffee bottle, and cup, and sits down successivo to him* Have te read what's in those crates?
Papa Boule: I don't believe anything they write! Open a crate, you'll find champagne, perfume! o anything else they ha rubato, stola 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. te are a good engineer, they told me so. But te 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 te the engineer?
Papa Boule: *Referring to the conductor* Does he look like an engineer?
Schmidt: te will not leave the station tonight. te will stand da 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: te be careful how te 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 te were born. *Stops putting on oil* She's like a woman. *Rubs the running gear with a rag, spreading the oil around* If te 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 dato te a train.
Papa Boule: *Looks at the conductor, then out the window*
Conductor: And all the way to Germaneigh.
Papa Boule: Some train. te see any artillery? o 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 tavolo with his coffee bottle, and cup, and sits down successivo to him* Have te read what's in those crates?
Papa Boule: I don't believe anything they write! Open a crate, you'll find champagne, perfume! o anything else they ha rubato, stola 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. te are a good engineer, they told me so. But te 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 te the engineer?
Papa Boule: *Referring to the conductor* Does he look like an engineer?
Schmidt: te will not leave the station tonight. te will stand da 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: te be careful how te 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
Pinkie pie: what are te doing in my bedroom *grabs chainsaw*
me: HOLY S**TIAOUNI
pinkie pie: *starts chainsaw*
me: *looks at window and gets out*
(atfer i got out i was in the forest full of wild animali and traps)
me: oh my!
*try to be careful over the traps and bears but got hurt da them too much*
me: *see's a road and looks around but no cars*
oh my what if she...
(all the sudden see's a shed witch i know they are dangerous but i had to do it)
*walks into shed theres blood everywhere and hides in a hiding spot*
to be continued
me: HOLY S**TIAOUNI
pinkie pie: *starts chainsaw*
me: *looks at window and gets out*
(atfer i got out i was in the forest full of wild animali and traps)
me: oh my!
*try to be careful over the traps and bears but got hurt da them too much*
me: *see's a road and looks around but no cars*
oh my what if she...
(all the sudden see's a shed witch i know they are dangerous but i had to do it)
*walks into shed theres blood everywhere and hides in a hiding spot*
to be continued
Dear Diary,
Today, I had a good adventure with my friends. The bad thing about it, though, was, somepony detto "Let's go this way!" And I detto "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 Friends 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 detto "Let's go this way!" And I detto "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 Friends 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
It was time for Big Mac's trail.
And he insisted constantly on his innocence, but the blood over his hooves and crazy look his his eye spoke for itself.
Big Mac: (wearing a cast over his broken arm) It wasn't my idea. It was HER's (reveals Twilight's smarty pants doll to the crowd). She told me to kill them!
Judge: Really!?.. te realize your talking about an toy doll, right?
Big Mac: Hey.. We ALL find Amore in different fashions. And smarty pants will ALWAYS Amore me.
Ditto: te got a lot of problems, don't you?
After Big Mac was voted guilty, Ditto violently throws Big Mac into a prison cell.
Ditto: These people are too soft., if it were up to me, your be shot in the face. o hung to death..
Big Mac: Yeah. Fuck te too!
Ditto: (prepares fist)
Luna: (gently pulls him back) Leave it Ditto.. It's not like the creep is going anywhere.
Ditto: (sighs) Guess your right.
TO BE CONTAINUED
And he insisted constantly on his innocence, but the blood over his hooves and crazy look his his eye spoke for itself.
Big Mac: (wearing a cast over his broken arm) It wasn't my idea. It was HER's (reveals Twilight's smarty pants doll to the crowd). She told me to kill them!
Judge: Really!?.. te realize your talking about an toy doll, right?
Big Mac: Hey.. We ALL find Amore in different fashions. And smarty pants will ALWAYS Amore me.
Ditto: te got a lot of problems, don't you?
After Big Mac was voted guilty, Ditto violently throws Big Mac into a prison cell.
Ditto: These people are too soft., if it were up to me, your be shot in the face. o hung to death..
Big Mac: Yeah. Fuck te too!
Ditto: (prepares fist)
Luna: (gently pulls him back) Leave it Ditto.. It's not like the creep is going anywhere.
Ditto: (sighs) Guess your right.
TO BE CONTAINUED