Date: January 7, 1957
Location: Cheyenne Wyoming, inside the train station.
Pete: *In his office*
Gordon: *Knocking on door*
Pete: Who's there?
Gordon: It's Gordon. I just wanted you to know that I'm going to Chicagoat like you asked.
Pete: Yeah. The Monon Railway needs another engineer. Get going.
Gordon: Yes sir. *Walks away*
As Gordon left, another pony arrived. He wore a black fedora with a coat in the same color.
Fedora Pony: *Knocking on door*
Pete: Yeah?
Fedora Pony: FBI. Please let me in.
Pete: Door's unlocked. Come in.
FBI Pony: *Walks in* Good morning Mr. Reimer.
Pete: How did you know my name?
FBI Pony: It's on your desk.
Pete: Oh yeah. What can I do for you?
FBI Pony: Me, as well as a few others have been studying the files of one of your workers. We have reason to believe that she is a communist spy.
Pete: A communist spy? Who?
FBI Pony: One by the name of Coffee Creme.
Pete: Coffee Creme? Why do think she's working for the Soviets?
FBI Pony: Because she lived in Europe before moving into the United States of Equestria.
Pete: She's french. They're our allies.
FBI Pony: That's not how we see it. We think she has been gathering information from your railway when you delivering supplies to the army during the Korean War.
Pete: You really think she's a spy just because she's from Europe?
FBI Pony: Yeah.
Pete: Forgive me, but your government has hit a new low, and you never showed me your badge.
FBI Pony: Right. Sorry. *Shows badge* Satisfied?
Pete: I just can't believe that Coffee Creme is a Russian spy.
FBI Pony: We couldn't believe it either, until we found out where she came from. It says that she moved to Equestria from France during the outbreak of World War 2.
Pete: That's because Nazis were taking over. Did you want her to get killed by them, or would you rather have her come here, and support the Red, White, and Blue?
FBI Pony: I don't have time for this. Please show me where Ms. Creme is.
Pete: *Sighs* The trainyard. She's working with a few other ponies by the yard tower.
FBI Pony: Thank you. Will you come with me please?
Pete: Sure. What have I got to lose? Besides a worker?
So Pete, and the FBI Pony went to the yards.
Wilson: I'm gonna get a freight train set up, and Pete wants you to take it into Pocatello.
Coffee Creme: Okay.
Pete: *Standing by yard tower* Wait here, I'll get her for you.
FBI Pony: Much obliged. *Leaning on tower, and starts to smoke a cigarette*
Snowflake: *Standing on stairs* Hey, do you mind? Some of us don't like that kind of stuff.
FBI Pony: Get back to work before I arrest you for being a communist.
Snowflake: Okay. *Walks back into tower* That was weird.
Pete: *Returns to tower with Coffee Creme*
FBI Pony: Oh good. You got her. Let's go.
Coffee Creme: Go where?
FBI Pony: To where I tell you to go. You're accused of being a Russian spy.
Coffee Creme: But I'm not even Russian.
FBI Pony: Don't argue, it'll just make things worse.
So the FBI Pony took Coffee Creme away.
Pete: I'm really going to miss her.
Wilson: *Walks over to Pete* Sir? Where's Coffee Creme going? I got her train set up.
Pete: She's not going to be driving anymore trains Wilson. You do it.
Wilson: Yes sir. *Goes to drive the freight train*
The next day, everypony heard about what happened, except for Gordon. He was on his way back from Chicagoat. Hawkeye, and Stylo were talking at the station, while sitting on a bench.
Hawkeye: I never got a chance to say goodbye to her.
Stylo: Neither did I.
Hawkeye: I'm never going to forget that first day she walked in here. We worked together, we had fun together, and we made fun of Gordon together.
Stylo: Then they started dating.
Hawkeye: Yeah. I guess she felt sorry for him, and didn't want us making fun of him.
Then suddenly, a big freight car was seen. It was so wide, that it was on two train tracks.
Hawkeye: Hey Stylo, look at that.
Stylo: It's stopping.
Hawkeye: Yeah, I wonder why.
Pete: *Walks out of station, and onto platform* Pierce, I got a telegram from Gordon.
Hawkeye: What does it say?
Pete: Dear assholes.
Stylo: Maybe that boxcar is also from Gordon.
Pete: I heard that you let the FBI take Coffee Creme away. Because of this, I'm going to attack you in a tank.
Hawkeye: Maybe Stylo's right. If Gordon does attack us in a tank, it's most likely to be in that boxcar.
Stylo: But thankfully he's an idiot. He won't be able to hurt anypony.
The doors opened on the boxcar, and Gordon drove his tank out of the car, while playing music.
Song: link
Pete: Oh, he's playing a song.
Gordon: *Getting closer to the station*
Hawkeye: Wait for it.
Gordon: *Turning turret to the left* Wait. I can't get it to stop! How do I stop this thing?! *Makes gun go up, as it continues spinning counter clockwise* No, go down! Why did I choose a tank from Europe? *Goes forward*
Stylo: See? What did I tell you? He's too stupid to attack us no matter what you give him.
Hawkeye: If he had a gun, he'd never be able to hit us.
Stylo: Even at close range.
Pete: Well, forget him. I'm going back in my office.
Gordon: *Turns left, as the turret continues to spin counter clockwise* Stop spinning!
Hawkeye: He's heading into town.
Stylo: If we were off duty, I'd love to see what would happen to him.
The End
On the next episode of Ponies On The Rails
Gordon will not be driving a tank ever again... HOPEFULLY!!
Now I gotta go. I think I heard a tank shoot a building near my house. Bye bye.
Location: Cheyenne Wyoming, inside the train station.
Pete: *In his office*
Gordon: *Knocking on door*
Pete: Who's there?
Gordon: It's Gordon. I just wanted you to know that I'm going to Chicagoat like you asked.
Pete: Yeah. The Monon Railway needs another engineer. Get going.
Gordon: Yes sir. *Walks away*
As Gordon left, another pony arrived. He wore a black fedora with a coat in the same color.
Fedora Pony: *Knocking on door*
Pete: Yeah?
Fedora Pony: FBI. Please let me in.
Pete: Door's unlocked. Come in.
FBI Pony: *Walks in* Good morning Mr. Reimer.
Pete: How did you know my name?
FBI Pony: It's on your desk.
Pete: Oh yeah. What can I do for you?
FBI Pony: Me, as well as a few others have been studying the files of one of your workers. We have reason to believe that she is a communist spy.
Pete: A communist spy? Who?
FBI Pony: One by the name of Coffee Creme.
Pete: Coffee Creme? Why do think she's working for the Soviets?
FBI Pony: Because she lived in Europe before moving into the United States of Equestria.
Pete: She's french. They're our allies.
FBI Pony: That's not how we see it. We think she has been gathering information from your railway when you delivering supplies to the army during the Korean War.
Pete: You really think she's a spy just because she's from Europe?
FBI Pony: Yeah.
Pete: Forgive me, but your government has hit a new low, and you never showed me your badge.
FBI Pony: Right. Sorry. *Shows badge* Satisfied?
Pete: I just can't believe that Coffee Creme is a Russian spy.
FBI Pony: We couldn't believe it either, until we found out where she came from. It says that she moved to Equestria from France during the outbreak of World War 2.
Pete: That's because Nazis were taking over. Did you want her to get killed by them, or would you rather have her come here, and support the Red, White, and Blue?
FBI Pony: I don't have time for this. Please show me where Ms. Creme is.
Pete: *Sighs* The trainyard. She's working with a few other ponies by the yard tower.
FBI Pony: Thank you. Will you come with me please?
Pete: Sure. What have I got to lose? Besides a worker?
So Pete, and the FBI Pony went to the yards.
Wilson: I'm gonna get a freight train set up, and Pete wants you to take it into Pocatello.
Coffee Creme: Okay.
Pete: *Standing by yard tower* Wait here, I'll get her for you.
FBI Pony: Much obliged. *Leaning on tower, and starts to smoke a cigarette*
Snowflake: *Standing on stairs* Hey, do you mind? Some of us don't like that kind of stuff.
FBI Pony: Get back to work before I arrest you for being a communist.
Snowflake: Okay. *Walks back into tower* That was weird.
Pete: *Returns to tower with Coffee Creme*
FBI Pony: Oh good. You got her. Let's go.
Coffee Creme: Go where?
FBI Pony: To where I tell you to go. You're accused of being a Russian spy.
Coffee Creme: But I'm not even Russian.
FBI Pony: Don't argue, it'll just make things worse.
So the FBI Pony took Coffee Creme away.
Pete: I'm really going to miss her.
Wilson: *Walks over to Pete* Sir? Where's Coffee Creme going? I got her train set up.
Pete: She's not going to be driving anymore trains Wilson. You do it.
Wilson: Yes sir. *Goes to drive the freight train*
The next day, everypony heard about what happened, except for Gordon. He was on his way back from Chicagoat. Hawkeye, and Stylo were talking at the station, while sitting on a bench.
Hawkeye: I never got a chance to say goodbye to her.
Stylo: Neither did I.
Hawkeye: I'm never going to forget that first day she walked in here. We worked together, we had fun together, and we made fun of Gordon together.
Stylo: Then they started dating.
Hawkeye: Yeah. I guess she felt sorry for him, and didn't want us making fun of him.
Then suddenly, a big freight car was seen. It was so wide, that it was on two train tracks.
Hawkeye: Hey Stylo, look at that.
Stylo: It's stopping.
Hawkeye: Yeah, I wonder why.
Pete: *Walks out of station, and onto platform* Pierce, I got a telegram from Gordon.
Hawkeye: What does it say?
Pete: Dear assholes.
Stylo: Maybe that boxcar is also from Gordon.
Pete: I heard that you let the FBI take Coffee Creme away. Because of this, I'm going to attack you in a tank.
Hawkeye: Maybe Stylo's right. If Gordon does attack us in a tank, it's most likely to be in that boxcar.
Stylo: But thankfully he's an idiot. He won't be able to hurt anypony.
The doors opened on the boxcar, and Gordon drove his tank out of the car, while playing music.
Song: link
Pete: Oh, he's playing a song.
Gordon: *Getting closer to the station*
Hawkeye: Wait for it.
Gordon: *Turning turret to the left* Wait. I can't get it to stop! How do I stop this thing?! *Makes gun go up, as it continues spinning counter clockwise* No, go down! Why did I choose a tank from Europe? *Goes forward*
Stylo: See? What did I tell you? He's too stupid to attack us no matter what you give him.
Hawkeye: If he had a gun, he'd never be able to hit us.
Stylo: Even at close range.
Pete: Well, forget him. I'm going back in my office.
Gordon: *Turns left, as the turret continues to spin counter clockwise* Stop spinning!
Hawkeye: He's heading into town.
Stylo: If we were off duty, I'd love to see what would happen to him.
The End
On the next episode of Ponies On The Rails
Gordon will not be driving a tank ever again... HOPEFULLY!!
Now I gotta go. I think I heard a tank shoot a building near my house. Bye bye.
Gordon's tank
