Stallion's day out, Part 2
Now it's Salty's turn. I went to see him on his small boat, right before he went out on a small fishing expedition, he briefly told me his side of the story...
Avast there, Tornado me lad! So, ye want me ta tell you about what happened the day me and the other landlubbers (well, except for me captain, Barnacle) made off with that Pony roadster that 4-speed built, hm? Well let me tell ye, lad.... that was a tale worth the hearin! Rarely had we had such a wild time out o' the sea as that day, and I'll certainly say, it was a day I'll never forget...
Twas a dark an' stormy day, and me and me shipmates had set our mainsail, and were crusin through Ponyland on that fine vessel. Bumpin' up and down over hills and dales, we roared on out of Dream Valley, and into the mysterious lands beyond. We were laughin' and jokin' and having a great old time, when we spotted a buncha geese crossin the road ahead o' us.
"You better slow down, Ca'pn!" I warned Baracle, spottin the family o' geese first. "Unless ye be wishin ta hit that flock o' fowl on our starboard side!"
"Well, Mister Salty, ye'd best batten down yer hatches!" Me captain warned, as his hoof hit the gas. "C'ause that's what I be amin' ta do!"
HONK!
SPLAT!
By the seven seas, those geese made one nasty mess on the front grill! We had feathers flying back in our faces, an' there was a red gooey mess everywhere! So we stopped the car, and collected up all the fresh meat for the castle kitchens, before happily continuing on our way. Later, chief was messing around with the dashboard switches, and spotted a big red one on th' console in front o' him.
"Begorah, now what be the parpouse of this switch?" The Irish pony asked, as he hit the button. Sure enough, the lousy landlubber got what he had comin', as a boxing glove shot out of the glove compartment, hitting ol Chief straight in th' muzzle!"
"Och, saints presarvhe us!" The landlubber exclaimed, before passing out in the front passenger seat.
"That's what ya get fer messin with somethin' ya don't understand, ya Fenian fool!" The Cap'n snorted at him. "Hope ye enjoy yer nap, laddy!"
We were all getting a good laugh at our unconscious friend's expense, when we just happened to hit a speed bump in one o' the tall thickets of grass we were passing. Suddenly, a very big, green and angry form emerged from behind the bush, thoroughly mad at the red hot roaster that had run over it's tail.
"Graaaahh, stupid Ponies!" The huge scaly monster roared at us, scarin the dickens out of our entire crew. "Me gonna squash you good!"
"Holy hay! It's an alligatorsarus!" Tex cried out, his eyes goin' wider than two clams "Barnacle, hit the gas! Let's skeedadle!"
And our shipmate was right, it was bein' an alligatorsaurs after us! Big mean buggers, who start life looking like small, toothless baby alligators. But as the centuries pass, these scaly scaliwags can live a few thousand years, tearn' things up and causin' chaos for whole generations of ponies! But with the look in this angry reptile's eye, I didn't think we were gonna last five seconds!
"Arghhhh! Stupid ponies no get away from me!" The big palooka roared. "Gummy Gatorsaur gonna tear you apart!"
Ah! Look at the time Tornado, I need to get out there and bring in today's catch. Ask one o' the others if ye want the rest of the story, I'm sure they'd be willin ta fill in the gaps.
Anyway, good salin' to ye, laddie! Farewell!"