Pierce, and Nikki got to the Federal Credit Union. It was closed, but Nikki could use her card to open the doors.

Nikki: *Scans her card, and types in a code*
Bank: Doors unlocked. Have a good day.
Nikki: *Walks into the bank*
Pierce: *Follows Nikki*
Nikki: What exactly are we doing here again?
Pierce: We're getting a loan. *Walks to safe* Give me your card.
Nikki: *Throws card to Pierce*
Pierce: *Swipes card, and unlocks safe*
Nikki: How much are you gonna take?
Pierce: Just shut up, and guard that entrance with the shotgun I gave you.
Nikki: *Holding door*

As Pierce was gathering the money, he accidentally had one of his hooves go over a red lazer, setting off an alarm.

Pierce: Oh no! *Sees time bombs* Wait a second. *Takes a time bomb*
Nikki: What do we do now?!
Pierce: Wait there, I'll be with you soon. *Gets a bag full with $193,000, and runs to entrance*

Both ponies ran out of the entrance.

Pierce: *Grabs bomb* See that alleyway across the street?
Nikki: Yeah?
Pierce: Go in there, and wait for me.
Nikki: *Runs to alleyway*
Pierce: *Puts bomb under his car, and sets it to go off in 90 seconds. He runs to the alleyway*
Nikki: You ain't gonna blow your car up, are you?
Pierce: I don't want to, but it'll distract the cops.

Police sirens could be heard.

Pierce: Let's go. *Runs down the alleyway*
Nikki: *Follows Pierce*
Police Ponies: *Stop their cars by Pierce's car*
Police Pony 61: Set up defensive positions, lets go!

Suddenly, an explosion occurred. Pierce's car blew up, which made the police cars blow up, killing all the cops.



Pierce: *Sees a pony standing by a truck* Is this your truck?
Poor Pony: Yes sirree.
Pierce: *Gives pony 500 dollars* We need a ride. *Gets into truck*
Poor Pony: Sure thing.
Nikki: *Sits next to Pierce*
Poor Pony: *Gets in driver's seat, and starts the car. As he drives out of the alleyway, he crashes into a sports car, then he swerves to the right hitting an SUV* Where do you want me to take you?
Pierce: Just go as far south as you can, and don't hit anymore cars.
Poor Pony: You got it buddy. *Drives truck*

A few hours later, they were far away from San Franciscolt. The pony driving the truck saw that they were driving around in a desert.

Poor Pony: You sure this is where you wanna be?
Pierce: Yeah, as far south as you can go.
Poor Pony: Mexico. Does that sound okay?
Nikki: I'm fluent in Spanish, so I wouldn't mind living there. What about you Pierce?
Pierce: I'm okay with Mexico. Let's go there.
Poor Pony: Alright good. *Stares at the steering wheel* Am I holding the correct steering wheel?
Pierce: What are you talking about?
Poor Pony: I see three stearing wheels here. Also, I think I grew two pairs of legs.
Nikki: He's drunk.
Poor Pony: What do I do?
Pierce: You better pull over, and let me drive.
Poor Pony: Good idea. *Stops truck*

Pierce, and the poor pony switched places. Then they continued on their way.

The next day, they arrived at the Mexican border.

Pierce: *Stops at border*
Patrol Ponies: *Looking into car* What are you three doing?
Pierce: Going into Mexico.
Patrol Pony 3: Do you have any drugs?
Pierce: No.
Patrol Pony 2: I can tell by the look in your eyes you're telling the truth. Go on through.
Pierce: Gracias amigos. *Drives away*

Now they were in Mexico.

Pierce: Hey buddy.
Poor Pony: Yeah?
Pierce: How much money did you pay for this truck?
Poor Pony: I paid twenty five grand for this machine when it was brand new in '94.
Pierce: What if I gave you fifty thousand dollars for this truck right now? You wouldn't have it anymore, but you could buy a brand new car.
Poor Pony: You'd do that for me?!
Pierce: Yep. *Pulls truck over, and gives the poor pony fifty thousand dollars* And if you're lucky, you could even buy a house.
Poor Pony: *Takes fifty thousand dollars* Oh thanks a lot Mister! I'll never forget this. *Gets out of truck*
Pierce: *Drives away*
Poor Pony: *Jumps up* YES!! *Jumps up again* I GOT FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS!!
Nikki: *Glares at Pierce*
Pierce: What? He needed the money, and we needed the privacy. Besides, we still have over a hundred thousand dollars.
Nikki: I still don't think you should've given him that money.
Pierce: Equestrian dollars are worth more money in Mexico. You could buy a thousand tacos with only a twenty dollar bill.
Nikki: In other words, we're rich.
Pierce: That's right. We'll build our own mansion, and live in a life of luxury. We can even get the same jobs we had back in San Franciscolt.

And that's exactly what they did.

The End