Run. Running was all Michael could think about at the moment, he turned around for a split second to make sure that he was safe. It didn’t take a 2nd shot for him to notice the crazy old snoiper was stillin hot pursuit.

Mike rushed into Cart 3 now, crashing into a long line of hard working coal ponies who must have been moving to a different quarry.

“Hey watch it!” One shouted

“SORRY KIND OF IN A RUSH” Mike shouted, not even giving a second glance. Mike could still hear the panting from the old sharpshooter from behind, how was he still so close to him?

“WHEN ILL BE DONE WITH YOU YOUR GOING TO WISH U DIED AS A FOAL!” He screamed, then shouting out “I DON’T KNOW WHO YOUR WORKING FOR, BUT WHEN I GET YOU YOUR GOING TO TELL ME, OR YOUR GOING TO HAVE ONE TO MANY ARSEHOLES AFTER THIS IS DONE”

What? Well time to run like a mother fucker Mike though. He stepped up the pace, masterfully dodging through a thong of ponies sitting down in a small section of booths. Just then the door opened, Mike’s head slamming right into it. For a second he blacked out, trying to stand up confused he finally came face to face with his attacker. The older ponies face looked as though he had walked a bit on a cool spring day, not running through a train shooting at someone full with innocent ponies.

“NOW ILL ASK YOU ONCE, HOW DO U KNOW ABOUT MY GUN?” Commander Muttonchops ordered, loading his gun again.

“uhhhhhhhh……. I made it?” Mike said making the lie sound more like a question then an actual statement.

“Like hell you did! I MADE IT!” Commander Muttonchops shouted

“O”

Just as Mike was sure he was about to get shot in the face, a stallion from one of the tables stood up and patted Commander Muttonchops on the shoulder, Muttonchops turned around quickly, the gun still loaded and pointed right at the mysterious stranger.

“Sorry if I am interrupting something abnormally important, but I have the strange feeling that your reaction is quite the overreaction. Is it not? The pony asked casually. He wore a light tan jacket and had one of those old English hats Mike had seen in movies.

“Stand back before I shoot ye skull in fifty different directions? Muttonchops screamed

“I see, I might just have to arrest you then” The pony said, pulling out a badge from his wallet “Sherlock Hooves, private detective. In service for the Equestrian Express Company in order to apprehend a certain somepony who has made his position a violent one. I might have to say you are that pony, unless you have anything to say about yourself.”

Wait……..Sherlock HOOVES? I don’t even…

“Well sorry sir! I didn’t know who I was talking to!” muttonchops said, quickly lowering the gun “This guy here just walked into my room and I had to defend myself!”

“I see, im going to assume you know you are on a civilian train full of innocent ponies?” Sherlock Hooves quickly rebutted

“Yea but…he tried to walk into my room!”

“You let me in!” Mike said, jumping at the moment to respond for himself.

“I see, which cart do u both belong to?” Sherlock Hooves asked

“Both of us are in 1” Mike said

“I see, do u need an escort back to your cart?” Sherlock Hooves asked

“Okay” Mike said. He didn’t really need an escort, all he wanted was to troll and embarrass Commander Muttonchops

“Okay, lead the way” Sherlock Hooves said.

The walk back to the cart was uneventful and Mike got the chance to look out the windows, it was the first time he actually noticed that the train was moving. The desert that at one time looked so dangerous and vast, was traveling by him in the blink of the eye, take that mother nature!

“Here we are” Sherlock said “Cart 1”

“Thanks for the help bro” Mike said. Commander Muttonchops stayed silent, choosing not to say anything.

Just then the sound of class getting smashed and a scream came from Cart 1.

“Da fuq was that!” Mike said. Sherlock Hooves took no time to rush in. Roxy was outside screaming, everyone was running out of there cabins to view the disturbance.

“MY BABY! WHERES MY BABY! INKIE PIE, INKIE PIE WHERE ARE YOU?”

O shit

“SOMEBODY TOOK OUR BABY!” Clyde screamed, looking around frantically for some help.

“What happened?” Sherlock Hooves asked

“O thank Celestia your hear Sherlock Hooves! Someone took our little baby Inkie Pie!” Clyde said

“Sherlock HOOVES? Vespi asked, yea I had the feeling

“Everyone calm down!” Sherlock Hooves said “Please mam, take a seat and tell us everything that happened.

***

Here we were, all seated in the hallway on the small couches like suspects, Mike, me, Sugar Blossom (Who herself rushed to the scene of the crime) and Dan were all on 1 couch. Lyra, Muttonchops, and the Pie family on the other, and on the last couch was Nico and Tyler. Sherlock Hooves chose to stand.

“Now tell us from the beginning what happened” Sherlock Hooves said in a clam reassuring voice.

“Well I went into Inkies Room, just to see what she was doing, and she was being dragged away by this hooded pony! He broke the window and jumped outside! I was just so scared I didn’t know what to do! Please find my baby Mr. Hooves!” Roxy said, beginning to sob again

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” Clyde said, everyone turned their head to him “Well…you know…just saying.”

“I see, I’ll see what I can do mam” Sherlock Hooves said, pulling out a magnifying glass rom his breast pocket. “Everyone please stay seated, Ill return in a little bit with what I can find”

Sherlock Hooves then hurried into the next room and began his search. I then noticed This Mr O’Patrick was nowhere to be seen. Where had he been? We hadn’t visited him, mainly because right before Mike began getting chased by Commander Muttonchops, then we all got obsessed with that one rubix cube…then we played wall ball….then there came the scream. WAIT A FUCKING SECOND >:(!

“Guys” I murmured “O’Patrick”

“What?” Tyler asked

“O PATRICK” I said

“Patrick….” Nico began

“Lott” I said

I knocked vigorously on the door “MR HOOVES WEVE FOUND THE CULPRIT!”

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