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. You are flying towards Sweet Apple Acres.
Con: What for?
AG: We are stealing all the gold from the largest gold depository.
Con: Ponyville?
Goldhoof: Eeyup. You are going to be my prisoner/assistant.
Con: What am I helping you with?
Goldhoof: You'll know when the time comes.
The plane lands at the ponyville airport, and Goldhoof takes his "guests" to sweet 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: Hey I know you.
Con: Yeah, you shot me.
Goldhoof: Allright. Ah would like to thank y'all for coming here.
9 resident stallions: your welcome.
Goldhoof: Now to show you 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 you tend to do?
Goldhoof: Steal all the gold of course.
Mr. Olos: Of course.
Goldhoof: What do you mean by that?
Mr. Olos: You are a redneck trying to steal gold.
Goldhoof: And after that I blow the fort up.
Mr. Smith: What? Are you insane?
Goldhoof: This is a bomb made by koreans, and it will contaminate the gold 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 you 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 you 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. You are flying towards Sweet Apple Acres.
Con: What for?
AG: We are stealing all the gold from the largest gold depository.
Con: Ponyville?
Goldhoof: Eeyup. You are going to be my prisoner/assistant.
Con: What am I helping you with?
Goldhoof: You'll know when the time comes.
The plane lands at the ponyville airport, and Goldhoof takes his "guests" to sweet 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: Hey I know you.
Con: Yeah, you shot me.
Goldhoof: Allright. Ah would like to thank y'all for coming here.
9 resident stallions: your welcome.
Goldhoof: Now to show you 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 you tend to do?
Goldhoof: Steal all the gold of course.
Mr. Olos: Of course.
Goldhoof: What do you mean by that?
Mr. Olos: You are a redneck trying to steal gold.
Goldhoof: And after that I blow the fort up.
Mr. Smith: What? Are you insane?
Goldhoof: This is a bomb made by koreans, and it will contaminate the gold 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 you 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 you get the job done.
Wierdjob: *knods head*
Con: *places letter in Mr Olos' shirt*
Goldhoof: Now, lets go steal some gold!
