Chatter and Pinkie, a love story.

by Jabber99er

Chapter 3

Chatter went downstairs to talk to management about the door, but immediately forgot all about it when he saw the manager. Instead of what he was expecting, an elderly unicorn or a young overweight pegasus, he was met face to cushion with a large, beige couch, with a beige unicorn horn sticking out of his arm rest.

"What may I help you with today sir?" He asked in a very deep guttural voice.

"Maybe I was drugged," chatter pondered out loud as he walked out if the office and into the streets.

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS BANK ROBBERS YAY!" He heard from his left. As he looked in the direction of the scream, he saw three fillies in as large box with wheels crudely attached to the bottom barreling down the road. His legs where knocked out from under him as the box slammed into him. He hit the "windshield" of the car and went flying up. He screamed while he was in airborne, but was silenced as he crashed through the glass of the windshield of a perusing police car.