Use a Disguise (43.75%)
Twilight took a good look at the wall. Then at the equipment she had brought. She then disregarded all of it and walked a quarter mile away from the bank along the road.
Coming down the road was an armored car. Cars were like train cars crossed with carriages. They could move on their own and weren’t limited to railways like trains. This one was delivering money to the bank.
Twilight pulled out a sack she had painted a money symbol onto. She then quickly crawled inside the sack, tied the bag shut with her magic, and rolled herself to the side of the road.
The car drove past the sack, stopped, and returned. Two ponies stepped out. The driver was a white Unicorn mare with electric blue hair and purple sunglasses. The other was a mint green unicorn mare. Both were wearing blue hats with gold badges.
“Huh? How did we lose one?” The driver said.
“I think we should throw it in the back. Just to be safe?” Replied the other.
And just like that, she was picked up and thrown onto a pile of bags filled with golden Bits. It was far more painful than she expected.
The car pulled up in front of the bank and two guards came to help them unload the bags of Bits into the vault. One was a young, brown stallion with bronze sunglasses and the other an older Pegasus with indigo fur and a rainbow mane.
“Do you ever… wonder why there’s a bank out here?”
“Mwell, I think it’s supposed to be like more of a vault, you know?”
“Oh! That makes sense.”
Twilight was then thrown onto her second pile of Bits that day, still painful. She poked her head out of the bag to see if the coast was clear. Sure enough, she was alone inside the dark vault. She stood up, shacking off the rough sack.
Unknowingly, she stood up right in the path of a motion detector. This set off the alarm, and before she could say ‘This is all a misunderstanding,’ she was arrested by the police.
~ Escaping the Prison ~
Twilight really wasn’t fond of her prison cell. The whole thing was the same shade of grey, with no carpet, and no decorations save for a cluster of tally marks some previous occupant had made. The only furniture she was given was the stone slab she supposed was the prison’s idea of a bed, and an old spittoon for a toilet. Her window had bars, and her door had bars.
Further inconveniencing her comfort, and her chances at escape, her horn was locked down. Horn locks were another new invention like the car. Far sturdier than the old magic inhibiter rings, horn locks were magically sealed to a Unicorn’s horn and could only be removed with a key.
“Oi, you!” Shouted someone with a very rough voice.
Standing outside her cell were two mares in police uniforms. The one who had spoken was a dark grey Earth Pony whose face seemed to be in a permanent scowl. The other was a young Pegasus with blue grey fur and a silky, ice blue mane.
“You’re free to go.”
Twilight couldn’t believe it. Was she really being released?
“GEHA! Hahahehe!” Of course not. “Not really. I can’t believe you fell for that. But you do have a package.”
The letterbox on her cell door was opened and a brown package was tossed into her cell.
“Now don’t go getting your hopes up, crook. We’ve already checked it for anything useful. Haven’t we Flitter?”
“What? Yeah, yeah! Of course I checked it.” The younger mare said, loudly and nervously. “I mean if I didn’t check it, I’d lose my job, and I don’t wanna lose my job!”
Fortunately for Flitter, the other guard didn’t notice her nervousness and left Twilight to her package. “See you around. ‘Free to go,’ did you see the look on her face? My little sister’s right, pranks are hilarious.”
Twilight took to the difficult task of opening a paper package with only her hooves (hey give her a break, she’s a Unicorn), uncovering a cake covered in pink frosting. She was just about to sit down and eat it when the cake suddenly opened. Inside was a collection of equipment, all of which seemed to be pointing her towards breaking out of prison.
Twilight checked to see who the package was from, but the return address was marked to somewhere in Ponyville. Could it have come from her study mates? She knew a lot of them lived or moved to Ponyville, but she didn’t really know any of them well enough that they would break her out of jail. Her brother? No way, he was way too much of a good guy to do anything like this. Her parents? That seemed to be the most likely. She could absolutely see her mother pulling something like this.
She looked back at the tools she was given. Well, as the saying went: When life gives you lemons you make lemonade.
Use the Iron File
Use the NrG Drink
Use the Teleporter
Use the Rocket Launcher
Use the Cellphone
Use the Drill