Twilight's car pulled into amphitheaters parking lot after their four hour drive. Despite heavy traffic, Twilight and Rainbow Dash still managed to be a half an hour early.

"Ugh, I hate driving." Rainbow Dash complained, stepping out of the corvette and stretching her wings. Twilight cracked her neck, a loud snap from her bones sounding off.

"It was the only way for us arrive together on time. I'm going to need all the back up I can get." Twilight stated, as she started trotting towards the entrance, with Rainbow Dash hovering beside her. Twilight look slightly to the side and noticed that Fluttershy's sedan was parked nearby.

"Halt!" Somepony ordered. Two black colts wearing ACU's marched up them, their patches showing they were part of the Lunar Special Forces. "The show isn't until later. You need to leave."

"But, I must go in. I'm an Element Bearer, for Celestia's sake!" Twilight protested.

"Listen ma'am, I have orders to let nopony in. Not even you." One of the soldiers stated.

"Sergeant, is that Twilight Sparkle?" Luna's voice inquired, coming from the Sergeant's radio.

"Yes ma'am." He replied.

"Allow them entry. We sent an escort to keep an eye on them." Luna's voice stated.

The Sergeant grumbled to himself and opened the door for the mares. They nodded to him, before trotting inside.

Caramel trotted through the streets of Ponyville, his head drooped low to the ground. His attempts to buy buckweed had failed, and now he had nothing to do with his bits.

"Hey colt... you wanna buy?" A voice asked. Caramel turned slightly to see a young mule standing in a dark alleyway, holding out a bag of buckweed. Caramels eyes lit up as he trotted over to the mule, taking a hoof full of bits out of his saddlebag and handing it over to him. The mule smiled slightly and tossed Caramel a large bag of buckweed, which reeked of it's signature skunk like stench.

"Pleasure doing business with you, colt." The mule said, placing the bits in his saddlebag.

"Likewise." Caramel responded, tossing the buckweed into his own saddlebag, before walking away in the direction of Twilight's Library.

Meanwhile, at the Royal Palace

Connor and Murphy McMannus crawled through the palaces ventilation system, barely making progress as they bickered and fought with each other the whole time.

"Why do you always bring that stupid fucking rope?" Murphy asked.

"It worked the first time, didn't it?" Connor countered, turning to face his brother.

"That was because they weren't expecting a thing. That won't work again and you know-"

And that's when the vent collapsed under their weight.

Blueblood and his two bodyguards looked up in time to see the ventilation shaft crash through the ceiling, as two humans spilled out of it, tangled up in some rope. They both pulled out two suppressed desert eagles, and put two rounds into each of the bodyguards heads.

"Fuck!" One of them shouted, before pulling a knife out of his boot and cutting the rope. Blueblood started walking towards the exit, but by the time he reached the door, the two humans had cut themselves down and were running towards him.

"Help!" Blueblood shouted, before one of them kicked him in the side and sent him flying across the room.

"Sit up!" One of them ordered, the barrel of his gun right up against his head.

"Or what? You'll shoot me?" Blueblood inquired, before laughing nonchalantly. "Please, I've been kidnapped plenty of times before. It always ends the same way."

"Oh yeah? And who says we're here to kidnap ya?" The other one inquired.

That statement scared blueblood shitless.

"On your knees!" The first one ordered.

Not knowing what knees were, Blueblood did his best to comply, sitting up on his flank and waiting for them to do whatever they had in mind.

Connor nodded to his brother, as they both put away one of their magnums and placed the barrel of the other one to the princes head. They both knew full well all that this man... this colt, has done. He raped, he murdered, he scammed, and he helped in the oppression of these helpless creatures. The only pony they wanted to do this more to was the bitch who led this government, who went by the name of Celestia, the so-called Goddess of the Sun.

Simultaneously, the two started to chant their families prayer, like they have done so with many other crooks.

"And shepherds we shall be.

For Thee, my Lord, for Thee.

Power hath descended forth from Thy hand.

That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.

And we shall flow a river forth to Thee.

And Teeming with souls shall it ever be.

In Nomine Patris, Et Filii, Et Spiritus Sancti."

Not a second after they uttered the last word, they pressed down on the trigger, each putting a round into the princes head.

Murphy watched the body go limp and crumple over on its side, before he placed his desert eagle in its holster.

"I can't believe that worked." Murphy stated, watching his brother pull down the tangled mess of rope from the ceiling.

"It always works in the movies." Conner said, shoving the rope down into his backpack and pulling out a handful of pennies out of his pocket.

"Those are movies. We just got lucky again." Murphy responded, taking four pennies from his brothers palm and walking up to the nearest corpse. He knelt down and placed a penny on each of his eyes. As they have done so many times before.

"So, we're going after fucking horses now?" Connor asked, as he preformed the same ritual with the prince they just executed.

"Jesus himself wants us to kill them. Frankly, I don't feel like arguing with the son of God. Even if he is black." Murphy responded, placing a couple of pennies on the other bodyguards eyelids.

"But they are fucking pastel colored horses. I feel like I'm killing living crayons." Connor stated. Murphy chuckled a little, before walked up to the princes desk.

"Now, what do you think is in here?" Murphy inquired, opening up each of the drawers. The first one just contained a huge pile of papers, which Murphy placed inside his backpack. The second one... held a black suitcase. Murphy carefully pulled it out of the drawer and handed it to his brother, who eagerly flipped it open to check on the contents. The suitcase was completely filled with thousands of tiny gold nuggets, which the brothers had seen the citizens of this country use as currency.

"I think our job's done here. Let's go." Connor urged, as he started walking for the exit. Murphy nodded in agreement, picking up the suitcase and catching up with his brother.

"Another job well done." Murphy stated as they exited the room.

Authors note - If you honestly don't know who Connor and Murphy Mcmannus are, you need to stop reading this fanfic.