It was a Thursday; an ordinary, boring Thursday. It was near closing time at the Canterlot National Bank. Most of the employees had left for the day, save for a handful of tellers and security guards.
A light grey Honda Civic rolled into the parking lot; its license plates covered in duct tape, the windows made out of two way mirrors, engine silenced. Four Unicorns stepped out of the car; each wearing a white mask with an animal depicted on the front.
The first one, A Lion, entered and took out a desert eagle and started firing at the ceiling. Confused and frightened, a pair of security guards ran into the lobby only to be mowed down by a monkey-faced robber holding an RPK12. The first yelled at the onlooking citizens to get on the ground with their hooves behind in the air. As they did so, the third criminal, a Tiger, broke into the room containing the vault door and set up a drill on the lock and waited patiently for it to finish.
The fourth masked man, a Dragon climbed to the roof of the bank, setting up his sniper rifle: a black M107 with a ballistics tracker and a radio attached, ready to take out incoming police. Almost as soon as he was ready, the first cops arrived on the scene. He took them out in rapid succession.
“The police know we're here!” the sniper radioed to his comrades.
They began cable tying hostages and leading them to a windowless room in the bank. Once that was done, the tiger alerted the others. “The door is open! Let's go!” he said.
The three men went inside. The lion took his electric saw to the deposit boxes while another put drills on the mini safes at the back of the room. The Monkey guarded the entrance as the first two filled their loot bags with cash, jewels, gold bars, and diamonds.
The situation outside was getting more heated by the second. A swat team had been deployed to deal with these dangerous men. The dragon checked in with the others.
“Hurry up guys! A swat team is on its way!” he said.
All three had their giant duffle bags as full as possible, and they proceeded to exit the bank. They ran to the car as fast as was humanly possible. The sniper, already in the Civic, was shooting out the tires of an incoming chase car.
In less than 30 minutes, they had gained 3,695,846,690 Equestrian bits. After they were a good distance away they pulled out the beer and celebrated another successful raid. One more to add to a long list of banks, depositories, jewellery stores, and casinos that they had plundered.