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// Baby Blues 
// Story: The Kingpin 
// by ocalhoun 
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Chapter 20 – Baby Blues


Their manes glistened. Their hooves shone. Fresh and primped, they were ready to finally track this down to its source.

Pinkie looked over to Twilight and gave a slight nod.

A little ball of light shot out from Twilight's horn and bobbed away down the street.

The two of them rushed after it, dodging through traffic, around buildings, and even over market stalls, always struggling to keep that little glowing orb in sight.

After dozens of hasty apologies and twice nearly losing Twilight's investigator hat, they skidded to a halt.

The orb stood stationary, just outside of Sugarcube Corner, tapping itself against the wall.

With a flash of her horn, Twilight dismissed it before it could give them away. “Okay, Pinkie, the tracking gem is somewhere inside. Let's take a peek in the window. Be quiet!”

Slowly and carefully, the two of them peeked inside.

It was the twins' room, the pastel colors and cribs unmistakable.

The two youngsters, still in their diapers, stood on their crib, just above Filthy Rich. He spoke to them, gesturing and waving a hoof, but his voice didn't carry through the wall. Pound Cake held up a hoof, and Filthy stopped immediately.

Twilight's jaw dropped. No. It couldn't possibly be!

Pumpkin Cake started talking, pointing her hoof viciously at Filthy. His head drooped, and he stared at the floor with a cringe.

It was almost enough to break Twilight's mind. The twins were actually calling Filthy Rich – one of the most powerful ponies in the town – on the carpet. They couldn't possibly be the masterminds behind this whole scheme... could they?

After Pound Cake had his say, Filthy slank away and out through the nursery door. A moment later, the back door of the building opened and closed.

Urging Pinkie along with her, Twilight pulled away from the window. “I can't believe this!” she whispered. “How can we interrogate babies?”

“Just leave that to me.” Pinkie grinned. “I've dealt with these ponies before.” She hurried around to the front door.

Twilight struggled to keep up. “Pinkie! You can't just run in there and start asking them questions!”

Pinkie just ran in there and started asking them questions. “Who's the Kingpin? Where does he live? What's six times seven?”

The twins looked up at her. Pound laughed, and Pumpkin stuck her hoof in her mouth, drooling all over it.

“You two are in for it now!” Pinkie yelled. “We know you can talk, now do it! Who's the Kingpin of this crime ring?”

“Pinkie! I la!” Pumpkin rolled over on her back and blew a raspberry at the ceiling. Pound giggled again.

“Why you little–”

Twilight grabbed Pinkie by the tail and dragged her out of the room. “Pinkie! This isn't going to work, and I am not going to watch you abuse these poor foals. They've been caught up in something bad, I'm sure, but it's not their fault.”

“But–” Pinkie blinked at her as the nursery door edged closed again “–what else are we going to do?”

Twilight grinned. “You'll see.”