"We lost him, Chief.", a detective said. The detective's name was Duke, he had grey fur with a cyan mane. He was standing with his buddy, Brock, who had maroon fur and an orange mane. "Our team couldn't find him. He got away. We're really sorry, sir."
"Crap!", the chief shouted. "We were so close. We shall move to Plan B."
"And what is that, sir?", Brock asked.
"Well, for Plan B, we're going to putting posters around Ponyville, so other ponies in Ponyville will be sure of what he looks like. What I want to know is where he lives, who's his family, and what's his name. If he lived somewhere else out of this village, then I have no idea what to do. But, who knows, maybe he might be on a killing spree tonight. So, we'll up all night trying to find him. We're not giving on this case."
"Sir, we looked everywhere.", Duke said. "We checked every street, we asked questions to ponies who might have seen him, and other stuff we can do to find him."
"Don't worry.", the chief said. "We have loads of plans to find this killer. And you two would possibly be dead by now if he ambushed you and killed you. Seriously, you would be dead. We need backup. Back to your offices now. We have work to do."