As the sun continued to rise up in the morning, Caboose laid in broken glass, unconscious... eventually, the pony let out a groan as he grasped his head...and O'Malley began to speak.

"Oh... oh, man..." He got up slowly. "I really should rethink how I solve my problems without causing such a headache...

O'Malley stretched for a moment, cricking some bones in his back, and finally scratching his back…before his eyes darted open in realization.

"Oh my gosh..." He looked at his hooves. "I did it... I am in control... OH, HECK YEAH!"

He did a little jig.

'I know... O'Malley is a bad dancer. I had become what Parker become when he had got the Power of Emo...you know, that weird alien that attached to Spider-Pony suit and turned Parker into a emo dirt-bag that could dance very well? ...No? I don't blame you. That ruined Spider-Pony 3 for everypony.'

"Finally, for the first time in thirty years, I can do whatever I want with my body! I am free!" O'Malley cheered.

Happy, he trotted out of his room in style, strutting around like he owned the place. He soon ran into Dusty, who was playing peek-a-boo with Pureblood and Vito.

"How's my favorite niece?" O'Malley smiled, impersonating Caboose's voice (so to not alarm anypony to his newfound control of the body). "And great-nephews?"

"Doing great, Caboose." Dusty smiled, "…Why do you sound odd?"

O'Malley frowned. Apparently, his impression of Caboose was not so good. "Oh…just a dry throat is all."

"Oh, I see." Dusty chuckled, "Hey boys, it's your great-uncle Caboose! Say hi!"

"Hi!" Pureblood gurgled.

"Unca 'Boose!" Vito giggled.

"Hey, there." O'Malley smiled, turning first to Pureblood, then Vito. "Good to see ya, Vito, Pureblood."

"Actually, that's Pureblood, and that's Vito." Dusty pointed out.

"Oh, right." O'Malley shrugged. "Sorry. Slipped my mind for a second..."

"Really?" Dusty frowned. "No offense, but it would rather hard, if not impossible, to discern my two boys. Especially since you see them everyday…"

"Well, things slip, Dust, okay?" O'Malley sighed, stifling his annoyance.

"Okay…" Dusty frowned, a bit perturbed by his odd attitude…

O'Malley kneeled down by Pureblood.

"Cute little tyke, aren't ya?" He put his hoof on Pureblood's nose. "Got ya nos-"

Pureblood bit down on O'Malley's hoof... hard.

"Ga-agk-ee!" He gritted his teeth in pain, trying to not scream bloody murder, and stomping his back hoof. 'Resist urge to punch child. Resist urge to punch child...' He thought.

"Oh dear, Pureblood. Dusty tutted. "Give Caboose-"

"O'Malley..." O'Malley groaned, dropping the charade.

"O'Malley his hoof back, please." Dusty rolled her eyes.

Pureblood did as such. O'Malley looked at his hoof.

"Gah... strong jaw that little devil got..." He winced.

"Come on, O'Malley, he's just a little foal." Dusty smiled. "You want a band-aid for that hoof?"

"No, oh no... I'll be fine." O'Malley groaned. "See ya..."

O'Malley limped away a short distance, and as soon as he was out of Dusty's hearing distance and sight...

"ARRRRGH!" He screamed, letting out his pained scream. "Oh, sweet Mother-buckin'...RAWR!" He smashed a hole in the wall with his good hoof. "How I hate foals!"

"Uh..."

O'Malley looked up and saw a guard.

"What the buck are you looking at?!" He snarled.

The guard slowly back away.

"Yeah, you'd better run!" He yelled after him as he stomped off.

He made his way through the castle, casting glares at everypony he happened upon. The ponies in turn, were shocked that it was Caboose that was giving them the glares.

Eventually, O'Malley happened upon Shine and Celestia in the throne room, as the two were over-seeing letters they received, reading and answering them.

"Another letter for 'Molestia'?" Shine scoffed. "Honestly, why do ponies think you're this 'Molestia', cherryblossom?"

"It's just some silly trend that ended a little while ago and some ponies are trying to start it up again, even though they've been told to 'cease and desist'." Celestia sighed. "It's nothing to worry about though..."

"I hope so... these letters get creepier and creepier by the day." Shin added the letter to the pile.

"However, I am growing concerned about the lack of letters we are receiving from Chrysalis... she normally sends us a report of how her Changelings had been faring." Celestia declared. "I hope something hadn't happen."

'Spoiler alert: Something did.'

"I'm sure everything's fine." Shine declared. "Chrysalis is probably busy with running her kingdom."

'Spoiler alert: Everything wasn't fine.'

Shine looked out and noticed O'Malley looking around.

"Hey, Caboose!" He waved.

"Yes, your majesty?" O'Malley replied, disguising his voice again.

"Whoa, Caboose, what happened to your voice?

"Oh... uh, I am...practicing my imitation of Liam Neighson..." O'Malley said shiftily.

"Really?" Shine asked. "Well, you seem to be nailing it on the head, Caboose. In fact, you sound like O'Malley for a moment."

"Really? Haven't noticed." O'Malley shrugged.

'Ironic thing... Liam Neighson is exactly what O'Malley sounds like. In fact, if this was a movie, Liam Neighson would play him.'

"Funny, you should mention O'Malley, dear." Celestia frowned. "Caboose, it has been brought to our attention of what occurred last night."

"Oh, you heard about that?" O'Malley asked, trying not to scowl.

"Yes, Blueblood told us everything..." Celestia nodded.

"Look, we know it isn't your fault, what with the personality shift and everything... but you have to get O'Malley under control." Shine said. "He could've hurt somepony."

"I'm sure O'Malley didn't mean any harm." O'Malley replied, stifling a growl. "Maybe he was just trying to punish the waiter for his incompetence and his idiocy that should have no business existing in this world."

"...Okay..." Shine gulped, a little disturbed. "But that doesn't give him any grounds to attack somepony."

"Yes. Caboose, you are a great part of the Royal Guard and you are a very caring colt... but you must understand what will need to be done if O'Malley does this again..." Celestia added.

"Of course." O'Malley nodded. "I'll be sure to see to it that it doesn't happen again."

"Good. It gives us a peace of mind knowing that." Shine smiled.

"Sure it does." O'Malley grinned. "I mean, come on, it's not like either of you two are going to wake up one night strapped to a iron table, and O'Malley comes in, takes a page from 'Cupcakes', and uses your cutie marks, wings, internal organs, and skulls to make cupcakes that tastes surprisingly good." He let out a little insane chuckle. "I mean, it's not like I would let O'Malley do that to you two even though you insulted him and make him want to punch a hole in the wall again." He chuckled again. "Come on, you two, you know O'Malley likes you guys. Now if you excuse me, I have to go do my rounds."

O'Malley departed, muttering curses under his breath. Shine and Celestia were shocked.

"Shine, dear... did Caboose just issue a death threat upon us?" Celestia asked.

"No, no... I'm sure Caboose was just kidding around." Shine chuckled nervously. "You know him, he's such a kidder."

"You're right, dear." Celestia nervously chuckled back. "I mean, this is Caboose we are speaking of. He wouldn't hurt a fly."

Meanwhile, O'Malley was being bothered by a fly, and with one hoof, he caught it... and squashed it.

"Stupid bug." O'Malley spat.

As he made his way to the barracks, he ran into Blueblood.

"How are you holding up, Caboose?" Blueblood asked.

"Oh… fine." O'Malley shrugged, hiding his voice again.

"Fine?" Blueblood frowned. "After that uncouth lout O'Malley ruined your date with Daring and landed you in jail, you're just 'fine'? And what of your voice? I think you might had caught a cold…"

"I don't want to talk about it." O'Malley seethed, barely keeping his temper under control. "Just drop it. Okay?"

"Very well then." Blueblood sighed. "But the next time I hear from him, I'm going to give that brute a piece of my mind."

O'Malley glared at Blueblood as he left.

"Pompous pretty-boy." He growled.

He turned and bumped into Daring.

"Hey, watch where you're-Oh, it's you." He declared, unable to change his voice in time.

"Hello, O'Malley." Daring glared. "I wanted to see if Caboose is okay."

"Oh, he's fine…" O'Malley lied.

"Fine? You landed him in jail!" Daring stated. "Caboose must have been scared to death in there!"

"Oh please. We got tied up and lost our hooftip. I doubt it gets scarier than that." O'Malley rolled his eyes.

"Look, O'Malley. I don't know what you were thinking last night, but you humiliated Caboose!" Daring growled.

"Humiliated him? Honey, Caboose doesn't need my help in humiliating himself. He does it so well on his own." O'Malley sneered.

Daring felt her temper flaring. "You see here, bub. This is Caboose's life you're messing with here. Not your own. Remember that!"

'Not anymore, it isn't…but boy, does she look hot when she's angry.' O'Malley thought to himself.

'Even though I was not in full control then… O'Malley was right about that part.''

"Speaking of Caboose, could you go away and let me speak to Caboose?" Daring asked hotly.

"Sorry, I'm afraid Caboose is not in right now." O'Malley snarked. 'And he probably won't be for a good long time.' He thought, "For some odd reason, he started to think about kittens playing keyboard and got angry. So here I am!"

"Hmph. I guess I will have to catch him later when you're not being a jerk." Daring huffed, as she turned and left.

"Aw, yeah." O'Malley stared at her retreating flank. "You will be mine, missy. Oh yes, you will be mine..." He finished with a dark chuckle.

Soon after, O'Malley realied it was time to report to the barracks. He stood alongside the rest of the Royal Guards after donning his armor. When Iron Hooves came in, he made a beeline right for him.

"You!" Iron growled. "Care explaining to me just what you did last night?"

"Not that it matters to you, but I happen to hate getting wet." O'Malley snorted.

"Is that any way to talk to your commanding officer?!" Iron Hooves roared. "I asked you a question!"

Meanwhile, Daring was talking with Blueblood.

"Is it just me, or is there something... off about Caboose today?" Blueblood asked.

"You're right there." Daring agreed. "Even O'Malley seems stranger than usual. Maybe I should go see him at the barracks, make sure everything's okay. Caboose might be back in control by then."

"I am glad that you are very understanding of Caboose's condition, Daring. Most mares probably wouldn't bother with Caboose after meeting O'Malley." Blueblood stated.

"Well, I'm not most mares." Daring declared. "For crying out loud, I've been on 146 dates with him, and honestly, I've met stallions with worse quirks than O'Malley…"

Back at the barracks, Iron was still trying to get an answer out of 'Caboose.'

"I am your commanding officer, and you will answer me!" Iron Hooves yelled.

"Yeah, I don't think so." O'Malley smirked.

"Talk!" Iron Hooves growled.

"I didn't hear a please."

"Talk, dang it! I command you to speak!" Iron roared in his face, accidentally sending spit all over O'Malley's face.

"Why should I?" O'Malley asked, getting angry, as he wiped the spit off his face. "It's not a military matter, is it?"

"It is when it affects our image as a group." Iron Hooves glared.

"Is that so?" O'Malley growled.

The other guards glanced uneasily at the two, as they began to slowly inch away.

"This is your last chance, Napoleon! Explain yourself, or I'll have you brought up on disciplinary charges!" Iron Hooves threatened.

O'Malley only glanced at Iron with a look that was very sinister.

'And by sinister, I am talking the very bad kind of sinister, the 'Hannibal Lecter, Freddy Krueger, Jigsaw, and that American Psycho pony' kind of sinister… yeah, my family enjoys horror stories. Not too proud of it, as well as of what O'Malley said next.'

"Oh? And how are you gonna do that if you're dead?" O'Malley asked.

"Simple." Iron smirked, "All I need to do is…wait, what?" Iron Hooves asked, not sure of what he just heard.

O'Malley suddenly jabbed at Iron with his spear. Iron dodged, but O'Malley simply lunged again.

"What the-what are you doing?" Iron yelped. "Have you lost your mind?!"

"Oh no, but you're about to lose your head!" O'Malley chuckled, as he jabbed at him again.

As Iron dodged that attack, it was at that point that he did not see the same happy-go-lucky pony he saw yesterday in the unicorn's eyes… it was eyes of a killer.

"Oh my gosh…" Iron gulped.

"What the matter, captain? Not feeling so tough with your big brawny body?" O'Malley taunted.

Seeing their captain in danger, the other guards attempted to intervene, as surrounding O'Malley.

"Lieutenant! Stop this at once!" One of the guards ordered.

"Sorry, but I don't take orders." O'Malley snarled.

"Then you give us no choice!" Another guard announced.

All the guards charged right at him… however, O'Malley let out a meager yawn.

"Oh, this is going to be fun." O'Malley smiled wickedly.

Despite the overwhelming odds that O'Malley was faced with, O'Malley was no slouch: he punched and kicked as well as swung his spear through waves of guards, incapacitating all of them. Iron was dumbfounded as O'Malley outright slugged the last guard in the face.

"Woo, what a rush! This is turning out to be a good day!" O'Malley chortled, as he glanced at Iron. "Now for you…"

Iron stifled a curse as he backed away, his courage faltering at the sight of his entire squadron defeated.

"You're… you're not Caboose." Iron declared.

"Oh, really? Took you that long to figure it out?" O'Malley sneered. "Ya darn right, I'm not Caboose! And may I say… ever since I first met you, I hated your guts."

Soon, Iron was backed against a wall, the ceiling being too low for him to fly away.

"If you're not Caboose… then who are you?" Iron shuddered.

"Well, allow me to introduce myself…" O'Malley laughed darkly, "My name… It's O'Malley."

He then held up his spear with his magic.

"Now… allow me to drive my point home!" O'Malley quipped.

O'Malley thrust the spear forward. It suddenly stopped. Turning, O'Malley saw that Daring had grabbed the end.

"What do you think you are doing?!" Daring screamed.

"Stay out of this, sweetheart. This is between stallions." O'Malley growled.

"Not a chance, O'Malley!" Daring glared. "I won't let you do something Caboose will regret!"

Daring pulled the spear out of O'Malley's magical grasp.

"Daring, what are you-" O'Malley snarled before…

*SMASH!*

Daring swung the handle of the spear into O'Malley's head, so hard in fact that it broke it in half.

O'Malley reeled back in pain, grasping his head.

"GAH! You stupid b-" O'Malley nearly screamed before he suddenly went mute. Within seconds, all the anger left his face and with a shake of his head, Caboose was back in control.

"Oh… my head…" Caboose groaned.

"Caboose, you're back!" Daring sighed in relief.

"B-back?" Caboose repeated, as he then glanced up. His blood went cold. All around them were guards, most of them unconscious. Caboose then glanced behind him, as he saw Iron Hooves looking at him with something he never thought he would see in him… fear.

"Oh no… oh no… I... I'm so sorry..." He gasped.

"Caboose..." Daring reached out.

Not bothering to look at anypony, Caboose ran out of the barracks, and up to his room. He locked the door, then leaned against it, sliding down in agony. He put his hooves to his head and began tearing up.

"What is happening to me...?" He groaned.