Jeff showed Pete the Остаться в живых letters.
Pete: So Ты saw this fall out of the helicopter when it was heading to Denver?
Jeff: Yeah.
Pete: Wait a minute. If you're here, who's doing your work on that track?
Jeff: Umm....
Meanwhile on the track that Jeff forgot to fix.
Engineer: *Drives train off tracks*
Back at Cheyenne
Jeff: Percy.
Pete: Ah, good. I knew I could rely on that pegasus.
Jeff: Right. Well, I have to get back to work. *Leaves*
Далее day, at 7:30 PM, it was time for the mail trains to take off again.
Hawkeye: Ты know what would be great?
Metal Gloss: What?
Hawkeye: If somepony was filming us in the train.
Metal Gloss: Yeah, that would be cool.
Stylo: *Arrives*
Hawkeye: Stylo, we got a problem. Pete says that the mail ponies aren't happy with Ты being late.
Stylo: But that wasn't even my fault!
Hawkeye: I know, and so does Pete, but the mail ponies won't listen.
Pilot: *Lands helicopter* Hey, remember me? I was here yesterday morning, but I'm not here to steal your mail, I have something to tell you. The mail could be delivered by helicopter soon Ты know. Perhaps Ты should quit your jobs, and Присоединиться me. We could fly helicopters together, they work wonders Ты know.
Hawkeye: Fuck you.
Pilot: *Takes off*
Stylo: So now what?
Hawkeye: Now, we drive as fast as possible. Don't stop unless there's a red signal, или if your engine is low on fuel.
Stylo: Got it.
The mail trains ran like clock work, but Stylo had to stop at a station.
Stylo: What's the matter?
Station Master: There's a пони that needs a ride to North Platte. Please get him there.
Stylo: Sure.
Болталка Pony: *Climbs in* Thank Ты very much.
Stylo: Not a problem. *Drives train*
Далее morning, Stylo was taking a freight to Denver, but had to stop at a red signal. An airfield was nearby, and the pilot was standing near the fence.
Stylo: Hello.
Pilot: Hi.
Stylo: What's the matter with you? Why aren't your flying your "wonderful" helicopter?
Pilot: The wind is too strong. I've been grounded.
Stylo: I'll tell Ты what, Ты should quit your job as a pilot, and we could drive trains together. They work wonders Ты know.
Signal Pony: *Turns signal green*
Stylo: Good bye. *Drives away*
When Stylo returned to Cheyenne, there was good news.
Pete: I got a newspaper from North Platte, and there's an Статья from the пони that Ты got to North Platte.
Stylo: What does it say?
Pete: It says that we've дана a very comfortable ride to this stallion, and the mail trains are the pride of our line.
Stylo: Yes!
The End
On the Далее episode of Ponies On The Rails
Hawkeye makes some new friends.
Pete: So Ты saw this fall out of the helicopter when it was heading to Denver?
Jeff: Yeah.
Pete: Wait a minute. If you're here, who's doing your work on that track?
Jeff: Umm....
Meanwhile on the track that Jeff forgot to fix.
Engineer: *Drives train off tracks*
Back at Cheyenne
Jeff: Percy.
Pete: Ah, good. I knew I could rely on that pegasus.
Jeff: Right. Well, I have to get back to work. *Leaves*
Далее day, at 7:30 PM, it was time for the mail trains to take off again.
Hawkeye: Ты know what would be great?
Metal Gloss: What?
Hawkeye: If somepony was filming us in the train.
Metal Gloss: Yeah, that would be cool.
Stylo: *Arrives*
Hawkeye: Stylo, we got a problem. Pete says that the mail ponies aren't happy with Ты being late.
Stylo: But that wasn't even my fault!
Hawkeye: I know, and so does Pete, but the mail ponies won't listen.
Pilot: *Lands helicopter* Hey, remember me? I was here yesterday morning, but I'm not here to steal your mail, I have something to tell you. The mail could be delivered by helicopter soon Ты know. Perhaps Ты should quit your jobs, and Присоединиться me. We could fly helicopters together, they work wonders Ты know.
Hawkeye: Fuck you.
Pilot: *Takes off*
Stylo: So now what?
Hawkeye: Now, we drive as fast as possible. Don't stop unless there's a red signal, или if your engine is low on fuel.
Stylo: Got it.
The mail trains ran like clock work, but Stylo had to stop at a station.
Stylo: What's the matter?
Station Master: There's a пони that needs a ride to North Platte. Please get him there.
Stylo: Sure.
Болталка Pony: *Climbs in* Thank Ты very much.
Stylo: Not a problem. *Drives train*
Далее morning, Stylo was taking a freight to Denver, but had to stop at a red signal. An airfield was nearby, and the pilot was standing near the fence.
Stylo: Hello.
Pilot: Hi.
Stylo: What's the matter with you? Why aren't your flying your "wonderful" helicopter?
Pilot: The wind is too strong. I've been grounded.
Stylo: I'll tell Ты what, Ты should quit your job as a pilot, and we could drive trains together. They work wonders Ты know.
Signal Pony: *Turns signal green*
Stylo: Good bye. *Drives away*
When Stylo returned to Cheyenne, there was good news.
Pete: I got a newspaper from North Platte, and there's an Статья from the пони that Ты got to North Platte.
Stylo: What does it say?
Pete: It says that we've дана a very comfortable ride to this stallion, and the mail trains are the pride of our line.
Stylo: Yes!
The End
On the Далее episode of Ponies On The Rails
Hawkeye makes some new friends.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the changeling queen.
A powerful being, is she, and no doubt about it at all,
For her power is shaped as a ball:
One with no end to her power and attitude of pride.
Her changeling legions stretch far and wide
Until nothing else can be seen.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the consumer of love,
As with her underlings who conquer vastly.
Many will see her as ghastly,
или perhaps even demonic of sorts,
As well as her infinite cohorts.
Nothing could send her above.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, now beaten,
Will one день return with power all on
Her enemies with the rage of Phlegethon.
Speed will accompany her in many ways,
For her vengeance will be quenched in days,
All of her enemies' Любовь eaten.
A powerful being, is she, and no doubt about it at all,
For her power is shaped as a ball:
One with no end to her power and attitude of pride.
Her changeling legions stretch far and wide
Until nothing else can be seen.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the consumer of love,
As with her underlings who conquer vastly.
Many will see her as ghastly,
или perhaps even demonic of sorts,
As well as her infinite cohorts.
Nothing could send her above.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, now beaten,
Will one день return with power all on
Her enemies with the rage of Phlegethon.
Speed will accompany her in many ways,
For her vengeance will be quenched in days,
All of her enemies' Любовь eaten.