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Ponies On The Rails
Peirce Hawkins "Hawkeye" From Seanthehedgehog
Red Rose From CrazyWriterLady
Coffee Creme From KarinaBrony
Snowflake & Orion From Alinah09
Metal Gloss From DragonAura15
Stylo From Jimmythedragon
Gordon, Percy, Jeff, Wilson, and Pete from Seanthehedgehog
February 4, 1954
Pete: *Checks clock* It's almost seven.
Gordon: That means we can go home soon.
Pete: Yeah, I think everypony knows that.
Gordon: *Waiting for clock to strike seven with excitement*
Metal Gloss: *Drives passenger train to station*
Gordon: Ugh, Metal Gloss is always driving a steam engine. Why can't she drive a diesel for once?
Metal Gloss: *stops train*
Pete: Metal Gloss, you arrived just in time. It's 7:00 PM, time to go home.
Gordon: *Leaves station as fast as a rocket*
Metal Gloss: See you tomorrow Pete.
Pete: Actually Metal Gloss, you, Hawkeye, and Stylo have to stay here.
Metal Gloss: Why?
Pete: The mail trains need to be taken care of.
On some nights, The Union Pacific has mail trains running from Cheyenne. One goes to Denver, and the other goes to North Platte Nebraska.
The train going for Denver is driven by Hawkeye, and Metal Gloss. The one for North Platte is driven by Stylo.
Stylo's train only needs one pony, because it's pulled by two diesels. Two diesels are needed, because the train is too heavy for only one.
On the mail train heading for Denver
Hawkeye: *Driving train*
Metal Gloss: *Shoveling coal*
Hawkeye: That's enough. You'll make this engine explode if you put too much in.
Metal Gloss: Just doing my job.
Hawkeye: Maybe you're doing it too good.
Metal Gloss: I see a red signal.
Hawkeye: Right. *Applies brakes*
Porters: *Waiting on platform*
Hawkeye: *Stops train at station*
Porters: *Opens car doors, and begin unloading mail*
Hawkeye: I love driving these mail trains. Don't you?
Metal Gloss: Yeah. It's pretty fun.
But for Stylo, it was nowhere near fun. He had to wait at North Platte for another train to bring the mail from St. Foalis.
Engineer: *stops train at station* Sorry I'm late. The boat delivering the mail to my train was delayed, and it made me late.
Porters: That's alright, let's load the mail onto the train quickly. *Loading mail onto train*
Stylo: Finally, they're loading my train. I had to wait for six hours!
Porter 5: Stylo, come help us.
Stylo: Why me? Who's going to drive the train when all the mail gets loaded?
Porter 5: Good point. My mistake. *Goes back to mail*
By the time Stylo brought the mail into Cheyenne it was 7 in the morning. The work day had already begun.
Stylo: *Climbs out of locomotive, and is very tired*
Percy: Good morning Stylo. You're up early.
Stylo: No, you're wrong. I stayed up late, because of a foul up in St. Foalis.
Pete: *Arrives* What happened?
Stylo: Didn't they tell you? My train was delayed for six hours.
Pete: How did it happen?
Stylo: The boat bringing the mail to St. Foalis was delayed, and it made the train bringing the mail to me late.
Pete: Alright, take the day off, and get some rest. You can come back tomorrow.
Stylo: Thank you. *Leaves station, and goes to parking lot*
Stylo was trying to find his car so that he could leave, but he saw somepony with a helicopter coming towards the station.
Stylo: Wait a minute. What?
Pilot: *Lands by train tracks*
Railroad Police: What are you doing here?
Pilot: Mail run. We're here to take all your mail, and get it to Denver.
Stylo: *Arrives* What's going on?
Railroad Police: Stylo, thank goodness it's you. This pony thinks he can fly in here with a helicopter, and steal our mail.
Stylo: What thinks you can do that?
Pilot: Because I was told to. Nowadays, you need a vehicle that can fly, and is very reliable, like a helicopter, or an airplane, or something that's not a train.
Stylo: I can't believe this shit. *Leaving*
Pete: *Arrives* What in the mother of fuck is happening?
Stylo: See for yourself.
Pete: *Walks up to pilot* What are you doing?
Pilot: Taking your mail.
Pete: For what reason?
Pilot: Because I was told to by the mail company at Denver. After what happened with the delay from North Platte, the mail company wants the mail to be delivered by helicopter.
Pete: Yeah, like that would work out.
Pilot: It actually does. Now hurry up, and get my mail.
So the mail train was brought closer to the helicopter.
Workers: *Loading mail onto helicopter*
Pilot: And now, I am going to finish the job you could never finish. *Flies away*
Railroad Police: It's just like what Stylo said. I can't believe this is happening.
Pete: You should have arrested him.
Railroad Police: For what reason? He wasn't breaking the law. Or maybe he was, *Checks book of railroad safety laws* Yeah, he broke the law.
Pilot: *Continues flying to Denver*
Jeff: *Sees helicopter* What in the wide world of Equestria would a helicopter be doing here?
Pilot: *Accidentally drops some mail*
Jeff: *Sees falling mail* Hm, that's strange. *Takes mail* Why would that helicopter be taking the mail that we were going to take to Denver? I better show this to Pete.
Jeff showed Pete the lost letters.
Pete: So you saw this fall out of the helicopter when it was heading to Denver?
Pete: Wait a minute. If you're here, who's doing your work on that track?
Meanwhile on the track that Jeff forgot to fix.
Engineer: *Drives train off tracks*
Back at Cheyenne
Pete: Ah, good. I knew I could rely on that pegasus.
Jeff: Right. Well, I have to get back to work. *Leaves*
Next day, at 7:30 PM, it was time for the mail trains to take off again.
Hawkeye: You know what would be great?
Metal Gloss: What?
Hawkeye: If somepony was filming us in the train.
Metal Gloss: Yeah, that would be cool.
Hawkeye: Stylo, we got a problem. Pete says that the mail ponies aren't happy with you being late.
Stylo: But that wasn't even my fault!
Hawkeye: I know, and so does Pete, but the mail ponies won't listen.
Pilot: *Lands helicopter* Hey, remember me? I was here yesterday morning, but I'm not here to steal your mail, I have something to tell you. The mail could be delivered by helicopter soon you know. Perhaps you should quit your jobs, and join me. We could fly helicopters together, they work wonders you know.
Hawkeye: Fuck you.
Pilot: *Takes off*
Stylo: So now what?
Hawkeye: Now, we drive as fast as possible. Don't stop unless there's a red signal, or if your engine is low on fuel.
Stylo: Got it.
The mail trains ran like clock work, but Stylo had to stop at a station.
Stylo: What's the matter?
Station Master: There's a pony that needs a ride to North Platte. Please get him there.
Random Pony: *Climbs in* Thank you very much.
Stylo: Not a problem. *Drives train*
Next morning, Stylo was taking a freight to Denver, but had to stop at a red signal. An airfield was nearby, and the pilot was standing near the fence.
Stylo: What's the matter with you? Why aren't your flying your "wonderful" helicopter?
Pilot: The wind is too strong. I've been grounded.
Stylo: I'll tell you what, you should quit your job as a pilot, and we could drive trains together. They work wonders you know.
Signal Pony: *Turns signal green*
Stylo: Good bye. *Drives away*
When Stylo returned to Cheyenne, there was good news.
Pete: I got a newspaper from North Platte, and there's an article from the pony that you got to North Platte.
Stylo: What does it say?
Pete: It says that we've given a very comfortable ride to this stallion, and the mail trains are the pride of our line.
On the next episode of Ponies On The Rails
Hawkeye makes some new friends.
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