Victor was now flying a Cessna 172 with JJ sitting successivo to him in the cockpit.
Victor: It's too bad we can't fly.
JJ: Well, there are a lot of interesting vehicles down there.
Victor: Yeah... Maybe we can get a Canterlot Firebolt.
JJ: Oh, good idea!
Victor: Nah, we'd get sued for ripping off a Burt Reynolds movie.
JJ: But we already are-
Victor: Hold that thought Brett, I wanna land at that intersection, and get us some 12 packs. *Nosedives towards a road*
JJ: VICTOR, WE CAN'T LAND ON A PUBLIC ROAD!!!!!
But JJ's words were ignored, as the grey stallion landed his plane right in the middle of the road. He stopped successivo to a market, and immediately walked inside.
Cashier: *Watching papers fly into his store from the wind of the propeller*
Victor: *Walks up to the cashier* ciao there, give me some Miller Lites, and Budweisers.
Cashier: How many?
Victor: Four cases should do. Two each.
JJ: *Scared as he sits in the plane*
A couple of cars were honking their horns at the plane for blocking the road.
Victor: *Runs back into the cockpit* Okay we're good to go now! We got 48 cans of booze to consume once we get home. *Accelerates the plane, and goes airborne*
JJ: Victor, the nose is too high!
Victor: Preposterous, we'll get up in the air.
But JJ was right. Because Victor had the nose of the plane pointed too high, the engine stalled, and they crashed on the left side, damaging a black Coltillac in the process.
While this was going on, a light yellow stallion with a brown mane walked towards a rosa house in Chicagoat. He was visiting his mother. He went to the backyard to see her sitting on the patio.
Mother: Oh, Kevin. So nice to see te on this lovely morning.
Kevin: Good morning to te too Mother.
Mother: Why, what an expensive suit te bought. And your mane looks wonderful. When did te get all this?
Kevin: Sorry mother, that's classified.
Mother: But I must know. For the past two weeks, you've been running around pretending to be some sort of spy.
Song: link
At that point, Kevin pulled out a Nambu pistol.
Kevin: I'm sorry, but I did warn te not to interfere.
Mother: You...you wouldn't shoot your own mother. Would you?
Kevin: Well te see, in my line of business, keeping things secretive is important. We have lots of intel that simply can't be known da anyone. Now, I'm afraid to say, te know too much. *Points his pistol at his mom*
Mother: Oh.
Kevin: I'm sorry. It's going to hurt me più than it'll hurt you.
Kevin pulled the trigger of his gun, but instead of a bullet, a tiny banner with the word BANG! popped out. The song stops, and Kevin's mom begins laughing.
Mother: Where did I go wrong? *Laughing*
Kevin: *Kisses his mother* successivo time, I'll mostra te some of my other gadgets. I must get to the airport, I've got a business meeting to attend to.
Mother: Have a good trip.
Kevin: Thanks. *Puts his gun away, and walks happily away from the house*
2 B Continued
Victor: It's too bad we can't fly.
JJ: Well, there are a lot of interesting vehicles down there.
Victor: Yeah... Maybe we can get a Canterlot Firebolt.
JJ: Oh, good idea!
Victor: Nah, we'd get sued for ripping off a Burt Reynolds movie.
JJ: But we already are-
Victor: Hold that thought Brett, I wanna land at that intersection, and get us some 12 packs. *Nosedives towards a road*
JJ: VICTOR, WE CAN'T LAND ON A PUBLIC ROAD!!!!!
But JJ's words were ignored, as the grey stallion landed his plane right in the middle of the road. He stopped successivo to a market, and immediately walked inside.
Cashier: *Watching papers fly into his store from the wind of the propeller*
Victor: *Walks up to the cashier* ciao there, give me some Miller Lites, and Budweisers.
Cashier: How many?
Victor: Four cases should do. Two each.
JJ: *Scared as he sits in the plane*
A couple of cars were honking their horns at the plane for blocking the road.
Victor: *Runs back into the cockpit* Okay we're good to go now! We got 48 cans of booze to consume once we get home. *Accelerates the plane, and goes airborne*
JJ: Victor, the nose is too high!
Victor: Preposterous, we'll get up in the air.
But JJ was right. Because Victor had the nose of the plane pointed too high, the engine stalled, and they crashed on the left side, damaging a black Coltillac in the process.
While this was going on, a light yellow stallion with a brown mane walked towards a rosa house in Chicagoat. He was visiting his mother. He went to the backyard to see her sitting on the patio.
Mother: Oh, Kevin. So nice to see te on this lovely morning.
Kevin: Good morning to te too Mother.
Mother: Why, what an expensive suit te bought. And your mane looks wonderful. When did te get all this?
Kevin: Sorry mother, that's classified.
Mother: But I must know. For the past two weeks, you've been running around pretending to be some sort of spy.
Song: link
At that point, Kevin pulled out a Nambu pistol.
Kevin: I'm sorry, but I did warn te not to interfere.
Mother: You...you wouldn't shoot your own mother. Would you?
Kevin: Well te see, in my line of business, keeping things secretive is important. We have lots of intel that simply can't be known da anyone. Now, I'm afraid to say, te know too much. *Points his pistol at his mom*
Mother: Oh.
Kevin: I'm sorry. It's going to hurt me più than it'll hurt you.
Kevin pulled the trigger of his gun, but instead of a bullet, a tiny banner with the word BANG! popped out. The song stops, and Kevin's mom begins laughing.
Mother: Where did I go wrong? *Laughing*
Kevin: *Kisses his mother* successivo time, I'll mostra te some of my other gadgets. I must get to the airport, I've got a business meeting to attend to.
Mother: Have a good trip.
Kevin: Thanks. *Puts his gun away, and walks happily away from the house*
2 B Continued
