In the middle of the desert, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie are sitting next to a fire.

"I wanna go home," said Pinkie.

"We can never go home, Pinkie," Fluttershy responded. "We're wanted ponies. We'll spend the rest of our lives running…running…but at least it's warmer by the fire."

Just as she says that, their only heat source goes out, exposing the two to the freezing night air.

"I'm scared, Fluttershy."

"No more nice, warm beds."

"Uhh!"

"No more apple cider. No more getting mail."

Pinkie starts to suck her hoof.

"No more Angel. No more movies. No more Rainbow Dash. No more Applejack or Rarity or Big Macintosh. No more anything!"

"I want ice cream!"

The two start to burst into tears.

"But it doesn't have to be all bad, right?" Fluttershy suggested. "I mean, at least we have each other."

"Yeah!" Pinkie agreed, losing her sadness.

"And all that running is good for your buns and thighs, right?"

"YEAH!" said a muscular pegasus pony.

"And the bitter cold, it's bracing, isn't it?" asked Pinkie.

"Yeah!" said Fluttershy, looking like a cubic snowman. "Maybe being a felon could be…" she breaks out of the snowman, looking like her normal self. "Fun!"

"We can loosen our ties," Fluttershy added, undoing her ponytail (get it?)

"I'm way ahead of you, buddy!"

Pinkie undid a small knot in her curly mess of a mane that made her hair go flat.

"And we can fly!" Fluttershy said, fluttering a few feet in the air.

"Yeah!" Pinkie jumps too close to the edge of a cliff and falls down, screaming. After a few seconds, the pink Earth pony hits the ground with a thud. "Okay, I still can't do that."

Fluttershy flew down the cliff. She picked up her uninjured friend by the forelegs and carried her to safety.

"But at least we don't have to shave," Fluttershy optimistically added.

"I'm way ahead of you, buddy!" said Pinkie, showing Fluttershy her overly hairy legs.

"And you get to talk tough! THIS TOWN AIN'T BIG ENOUGH FOR THE TWO OF US!" Fluttershy growled in the roughest, toughest accent she could muster with her normally soft and squeaky voice. "I mean, if that's okay with you-NO, IF THAT'S NOT OKAY WITH YOU!"

"Uh, let me try. Uh…hey, punk. Hehe."

"And the best part is: Now that we're felons, we don't have to return anything we borrowed!"

"Yeah!" they both celebrated by jumping for joy.

"And we owe it all to you," congratulated Pinkie, pointing to Fluttershy.

"What are you talking about? Taking the balloon was your evil plan," she joked.

"I'm nothing but a lot of talk. You're the one with the sticky hooves."

"Aw, Pinkie, you're the best bad influence ever."

"You, too!"

They both hugged each other, the warmth from both of them providing them temporary relief from the cold.

"I wish we had something to eat, though," said Pinkie.

"Look what I've got!" Fluttershy pulled two chocolate bars out of her pocket.

"Rectangles!"

"Not just any rectangles…candy bars."

"Ohh!" Pinkie said, amazed.

"All we have to do is make them last for the rest of our lives."

"Thanks, Fluttershy. I think I'll eat it now." Pinkie stupidly eats her candy bar in two bites, then sighs with content. She just sits there for a while, smiling happily from the chocolaty, decadent taste of the confectionery treat.

"I think I'll eat it now!" she repeated, biting her empty hoof. "Oww!" She realizes her candy bar's not there.

"Where'd my candy bar go?" the pink pony starts digging in the sand, in search of her sweet treat. "I must've dropped it."

"You just ate it, Pinkie. It's all over your face."

"Where'd it go? I'm gonna starve. Where'd it go?"

The sand from Pinkie's hole completely covers Fluttershy and her candy bar until Pinkie pops out from under her.

"I can't find it! Where could it possibly be?!" She notices the chocolate in Fluttershy's hooves.

"Ah hah!"

"What?"

She jumps out of the hole and points at Fluttershy accusingly.

"You stole my candy bar!"

"No, I didn't."

"Oh, so that's how it is, huh? Once a thief, always a thief."

"You ate yours. This is mine."

"You took my only food!" Pan down to Pinkie's fat belly. "Now, I'm gonna starve!"

"Here, Pinkie. Just take half of mine," Fluttershy offered kindly.

"Yours?! You mean mine!"

"Do you want it or not?"

"I don't want it unless you admit you took it!"

"This is my candy bar."

"Liar, liar, plants for hire!"

"It's 'pants on fire', Pinkie."

"Well, we don't even wear pants…liar."

"Well, if you're gonna be that way, I'll eat it myself."

"You'd better not."

It was too late. Fluttershy had already ripped open the wrapping paper and exposed the chocolate bar in its full sugary goodness.

"I'm warning you!" Pinkie growled fiercely.

She takes the bar closer to her mouth and waves her tongue in front of it.

"Don't!"

She moves her tongue closer to the candy and barely touches it with her taste buds.

"STOP IT!"

The canary yellow Pegasus lightly chomps on the bar, not making a dent, but enjoying the flavor.

"Don't! Ohh!"

She slides the bar across her teeth, making two large string lines of chocolate.

"AHH!" Pinkie screamed, enraged.

Fluttershy slips the bar between her two ears, making a squeaking sound with each movement. Pinkie covers her ears and screams because the sound is too much.

"NO!"

She licks the candy bar all over, prompting a few more tortured screams from Pinkie, until she finally slides the candy bar in her mouth and eats it.

"You're a crazy pony! I should've expected this after the way you stole that balloon!"

"Did I, Pinkie? Did I? Or did your criminal mind hypnotize me to steal it?!"

"Ohh! That's it!" Pinkie stomps on the remains of the fire, igniting it up again on her hoof. "AAAAAAAAHHHHH! First the balloon, now my candy bar! You're out of control! I…I…I'm telling on you," she threatened, menacingly.

Fluttershy gasped. "Not if I tell on you first!"

The Pegasus flew towards the police station while Pinkie galloped at full speed.