"Spike! Get in here!" Twilight shouted from the first floor of the library.

"But the doctor said I need bed rest!" Spike shouted out, before screaming in pain. "My skull!"

"Quit your whining. We need to get rid of the "black men"!" Twilight shouted, stomping her hoof on the floor, enraged.

"Ugh! I'll be right down!" Spike shouted back. She could hear him shuffling around upstairs and climbing down the stairs. She noticed that there was a large, blood soaked bandage covering his head, but she paid no mind to it. After all, Spike was a slave, not her relative or child.

"Spike, I want you to go out and collect the rest of the Element Bearers." Twilight said to him.

"But... I'm injured..." Spike whimpered.

"DAMMIT SPIKE! WHY CAN'T YOU LISTEN?!" Twilight shouted at the top of the lungs, her eyes glowing a bright purple as she lifted up a nearby vase with her telekinesis and chucked it at Spike with such force that the glass shards managed to penetrate his thick scales when it shattered.

[Note - We, the writers of this fic, do not condone child violence. We do, however, find it hilarious.]

"Oh buck..." Twilight muttered to herself, standing over Spike, who was knocked out cold. "Now I'm going to have to do everything myself! WHY DON'T YOU EVER BEHAVE, SPIKE?!" As she shouted this right in his face, she stomped her forehoof into his ribs as hard as she could.

Hoping Spike learned his lesson, Twilight picked up a quill and started writing down a letter for Princess Celestia.

Dear Princess Celestia,

I assure you I am just as concerned about these black men as you are. Earlier today, while I was out on a walk with my coltfriend (yay, I don't need to clop anymore!), I ran into a black man similar to the one you encountered. This one, however, seemed less muscular than the one you encountered. However, like the black man you encountered, he talked about a body wash called old spice, was able to pull off impossible feats without the use of magic, and was quite obviously insane. Please have somepony run over the Elements of Harmony while I gather the Element Bearers.

P.S. - I ran into Applejack's cousin earlier, and he said flaming crosses and dressing like ghosts would scare them off. Do you agree with this? It might be worth a shot if the Elements fail us. He said it worked with the Zebras in the South. Whatever that means...

Twilight quickly read through the letter and checked for any spelling errors. Satisfied, she lifted it up and dropped it next to Spike, hoping he would take a hint when he woke up and saw it lying next to him.

"Now, to gather the Elements! Pinkie should be the first pony I go to. She would probably be the best to consult in this endevour. Heck, it wouldn't surprise me if she was responsible for this whole mess." Twilight said to herself, before trotting outside the library.

Caramel walked through streets of Manehattan, keeping a tight grip on the leather pouch in between his teeth. He looked from side to side, looking around frantically. Finally, he found what he searching for: The Cash 4 Gold building.

"Sweet..." Caramel cooed, before trotting inside the building.

"Oh hello!" The mare from behind the bullet proof glassed called out to Caramel as he walked in. "I'm guessing your hear to sell your unwanted gold and jewelry."

"That's right." Caramel said, pushing the pouch through the slot. The mare smiled and picked the pouch up with her telekinesis, opening it and emptying its contents on the counter in front of her.

"These are real diamonds, right?" She asked, studying one of the diamonds carefully.

"I believe so. You can test them if you want." Caramel suggested. The mare nodded and held the diamond up to the light, studying it intently.

"Yeah, they check out... you didn't steal them, did you?" She inquired.

Caramel raised a brow. "Do I look like a zebra?"

The mare chuckled. "No, you don't. Though, you mat be big enough to be one." She said, winking suggestively.

"Ma'am, I have a marefriend, and you aren't my type. Now, how much can I get for these diamonds?" Caramel asked.

"Let's see... the market value for a diamond is about 500 bits right now... multiply by a hundred and sixty two... I will give you five thousand bits for them."

"I think you messed up on your math, ma'am." Caramel pointed out.

"Listen sonny, this is the highest anyone around here will go. I recommend you take what you can get, okay?" The mare suggested.

"Alright. Fine. Say... you wouldn't happen to know what the street value for buckweed is, do you?" Caramel asked.

"What a strange question." The mare said, chuckling. "But to answer you, a kilo would go for about two hundred fifty bits right now."

"Oh sweet!" Caramel exclaimed. 'That would give me plenty of bits leftover. Maybe I could buy Twilight a whip or something. Spike seems like a handful,' Caramel thought to himself as he walked outside of the Gold 4 Cash store.