That night in hut 105, they had the meeting just like Bartholomew planned.

Bartholomew: Fillies, and gentlecolts, me, and the princess here have thought up a plan. Gilda thinks that we'll all sit out of this war, and be comfortable about it. So when the goons see us, we'll do what they expect, playing sports, and gardening, o fixing whatever they want us to do. Meanwhile, when they're not around, we dig.
Jade: How many ponies do te plan on digging out Bartholomew?
Bartholomew: Two hundred and fifty.
Ponies: *Gasping*
Bartholomew: There will be no half measurements this time. Everypony is getting out of here. They will have documents, clothing, and timetables for every train.
Celestia: Tell them about the tunnel.
Bartholomew: Right. The first tunnel will go from the cucina in hut 104, going under the wire, the cooler, and into the woods.
Volk: Bartholomew, I have a question. Did te say, "The first tunnel?"
Bartholomew: Yes. We'll have three tunnels. We'll call them Tom, Dick, and Harry. Tom as I detto goes from 104, to the woods. Dick goes north from the cucina in hut 105, and Harry goes parallel to Tom for half a mile, then it turns right. I want a signal system so perfect, that none of those griffons will find any of the tunnels.

Suddenly, someone knocks on the door.

Sigmund: *Opens door*
Brewster: Sorry I'm late Bartholomew.
Bartholomew: That's alright Brewster, sit down. We're going to tunnel out of here.
Brewster: *Sits successivo to Shredder* Splendid.
Bartholomew: Now, um *Clearing throat* Let's go over our positions. Volk, and Pablo, you'll be tunnel kings. Sigmund, you'll be our manufacturer, and Shredder?
Shredder: Yes?
Bartholomew: Hello we never met before. You're our scrounger right?
Shredder: Yes.
Bartholomew: Good.
Brewster: What about me sir?
Bartholomew: te take your usual job?
Brewster: Splendid. *Smiling*

After the meeting, Shredder went to his room, and found somethings he never saw before.

Shredder: *Picks up bag* Who's is this?
Brewster: *Arrives* Oh, hello.
Shredder: Hi. I didn't know this was your stuff.
Brewster: That's fine. *takes binoculars* These are for birds.
Shredder: Oh, I used to do a little hunting myself.
Brewster: Oh, not hunting. Watching, as in watching them, and drawing photographs.
Shredder: Oh, I see *Opens closet, and puts cappotto in*
Brewster: That's all te got?
Shredder: Yeah. Everything I had got confiscated during The Battle For Ponyville. The goons didn't appreciate some of my personal belongings. *Shows multi-bladed knife* Such as. *Lets all blades stick out*
Brewster: You're the scrounger.
Shredder: Yes, that's right.
Brewster: I need a camera. A thirty five millimeter with a focal plain otturatore, dell'otturatore should do nicely.
Shredder: I'll get it.
Brewster: With film.
Shredder: Oh yes, we can't forget about that now.
Pablo: *Enters room* Senor, I need a pick. A big heavy one.
Shredder: Only one?
Pablo: Two would be better. *Leaves*
Brewster: *Making tea* I'm afraid this tè is pathetic. There's no latte to use for this, and I just think that's so uncivilized.
Shredder: Wait here *Leaves room*

Shredder went to the main room, and was just grabbing some latte when...

Griffon 36: Close up.
Ponies: *Closing windows*
Griffon 36: Close up, close up.
Shredder: *Pokes head out window* Hmm?
Griffon 36: Close up!
Shredder: No ich sprechen sie englisch.
Griffon 36: Close up!
Shredder: Fine, *Gets back in hut, and closes window* Where was that milk.. Ah, there it is *Takes milk*

He then took the latte to Brewster

Brewster: Ah, good. Thank te *Pouring latte in tea*
Shredder: *Looks at Brewster* Amzel, what are te doing here?
Brewster: Oh, I am in a photographic unit, where I take pictures of our aircraft during any kind of situation. It's my fault really. When we got shotdown, I didn't tell-.
Shredder: No, I meant what do te do here?
Brewster: Here? I'm a forger. I make copies out of anything Bartholomew tells me too.
Shredder: Oh. Well, goodnight Brewster.
Brewster: Goodnight Shredder.

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