After the effects of the tranquilizer wear off Con finds himself on a plane.
Con: Who are you?
mare: My name is Apples Galore
Con: *looks around* Is this a dream?
AG: No. te are flying towards Sweet mela, apple Acres.
Con: What for?
AG: We are stealing all the oro from the largest oro depository.
Con: Ponyville?
Goldhoof: Eeyup. te are going to be my prisoner/assistant.
Con: What am I helping te with?
Goldhoof: You'll know when the time comes.
The plane lands at the ponyville airport, and Goldhoof takes his "guests" to sweet mela, apple acres in a station wagon. WOW
Goldhoof: Lets get your pilots set Apples.
Apples: Get to your airplanes!
pilots: *take off performing tricks*
Con: They're good
Apples: They should be, Ah trained them.
pilot 1: drop the gas!
pilots: *drop gas*
After dropping gas in Ponyville, all the ponies fell asleep. They would remain so for 6 hours. When all the ponies fell asleep, it looked bad. Cars crashed into each other with some of them on their sides, while other ponies fell off balconies, and died.
Korean pony 67: ciao I know you.
Con: Yeah, te shot me.
Goldhoof: Allright. Ah would like to thank y'all for coming here.
9 resident stallions: your welcome.
Goldhoof: Now to mostra te my plan. *shows model of fort corn*
Mr. Olos: What is this?
Goldhoof: This is fort corn. Sort of named after Unicorns.
Mr. Sir Evans: What do te tend to do?
Goldhoof: Steal all the oro of course.
Mr. Olos: Of course.
Goldhoof: What do te mean da that?
Mr. Olos: te are a redneck trying to steal gold.
Goldhoof: And after that I blow the fort up.
Mr. Smith: What? Are te insane?
Goldhoof: This is a bomb made da koreans, and it will contaminate the oro so it will be mine, and mine only!
Mr. Olos: This is crazy, I don't want any part of this.
Con: *writes letter*
Goldhoof: Ok, where do te live?
Mr: Olos: Fillydelphia.
Goldhoof: Wierdjob, take Mr. Olos to the trainstation so he can go to Fillydelphia.
Con: *folds letter putting mini tracker in it*
Goldhoof: Take the series 65, and make sure te get the job done.
Wierdjob: *knods head*
Con: *places letter in Mr Olos' shirt*
Goldhoof: Now, lets go steal some gold!
Con: Who are you?
mare: My name is Apples Galore
Con: *looks around* Is this a dream?
AG: No. te are flying towards Sweet mela, apple Acres.
Con: What for?
AG: We are stealing all the oro from the largest oro depository.
Con: Ponyville?
Goldhoof: Eeyup. te are going to be my prisoner/assistant.
Con: What am I helping te with?
Goldhoof: You'll know when the time comes.
The plane lands at the ponyville airport, and Goldhoof takes his "guests" to sweet mela, apple acres in a station wagon. WOW
Goldhoof: Lets get your pilots set Apples.
Apples: Get to your airplanes!
pilots: *take off performing tricks*
Con: They're good
Apples: They should be, Ah trained them.
pilot 1: drop the gas!
pilots: *drop gas*
After dropping gas in Ponyville, all the ponies fell asleep. They would remain so for 6 hours. When all the ponies fell asleep, it looked bad. Cars crashed into each other with some of them on their sides, while other ponies fell off balconies, and died.
Korean pony 67: ciao I know you.
Con: Yeah, te shot me.
Goldhoof: Allright. Ah would like to thank y'all for coming here.
9 resident stallions: your welcome.
Goldhoof: Now to mostra te my plan. *shows model of fort corn*
Mr. Olos: What is this?
Goldhoof: This is fort corn. Sort of named after Unicorns.
Mr. Sir Evans: What do te tend to do?
Goldhoof: Steal all the oro of course.
Mr. Olos: Of course.
Goldhoof: What do te mean da that?
Mr. Olos: te are a redneck trying to steal gold.
Goldhoof: And after that I blow the fort up.
Mr. Smith: What? Are te insane?
Goldhoof: This is a bomb made da koreans, and it will contaminate the oro so it will be mine, and mine only!
Mr. Olos: This is crazy, I don't want any part of this.
Con: *writes letter*
Goldhoof: Ok, where do te live?
Mr: Olos: Fillydelphia.
Goldhoof: Wierdjob, take Mr. Olos to the trainstation so he can go to Fillydelphia.
Con: *folds letter putting mini tracker in it*
Goldhoof: Take the series 65, and make sure te get the job done.
Wierdjob: *knods head*
Con: *places letter in Mr Olos' shirt*
Goldhoof: Now, lets go steal some gold!
