The Royal Guard's Plain Clothes Division. · 8:43am Jan 19th, 2015
A whole bunch of stone-jawed pure white unicorns and pegasi tramping through town in conspicuous Hawaiian shirts, trying to blend in.
"GREETINGS, CIVILIAN CITIZEN! I TOO AM A CIVILIAN CITIZEN! CAN YOU DIRECT ME TO THE NEAREST CRIMINAL ACTIVITY?"
Celestia facehoofs. "Captain. When I said that this is to be a Plain Clothes division, what in the name 'plain clothes' made you think of near-neon flower patterns on seasonally-unsuitable thin linen?"
Captain Pineapples never did live down this shame.
[From a recent conversation, mostly... but I'm kinda tempted to write this as a short story.]
Go right ahead. Sounds hilarious!!
Write it!
You know what, this would be excellent.
For a triple subversion, one (1) of their number actually got the right meaning, and is using the huge distraction the others are causing to infiltrate like a ninja.
Thus, when Celestia complains, background topiary #3 gets up in a huff of leaves and starts crying, asking where he went wrong.
Meanwhile, the rest of the platoon is going "of coooourse that's what we were doing, everything was intentional, Princess, we are definitely not covering our asses at the last minute.
That sounds about right to me. After all, everyone knows the Royal Guard are the pony version of Segway-riding mall cops.
So much can happen here.....
"And you lot, what are you doing away from your tour group?"
"We're the Night Guard Plain Clothes Division, Your Highness."
"Oh. Good job."
This reminds me of a bit from a recent Zero Punctuation, and I quote:
"So, the trial-and-error that was needed to figure this all out made me feel like the world's worst undercover cop. "Hello, could someone direct me to the black market, so I could sell all this highly illegal cargo? Thank you mister Black Marketeer, I will certainly think of you next time I have some stolen goods. Would you mind spelling out your name and address into this microphone?" "