Meanwhile, in the snowy country just west of the Crystal Empire, the police had just arrived to the Maximum Security Detention Center. They got off the cart, and went to the back of it. They opened the back of the cart, to see a crying Toby Mason in cuffs.
"Come on, George. It's time to put you back where you belong." one guard said, grabbing Toby by the neck.
"Please l-let me go. I want my Momma." he cried as the guards took out the cuffs, causing him to whimper. "Ow!"
"Nice try, George. But you can't fool us." the other guard said.
"But I want my MOMMA!" Toby cried, but he was silenced by the guards.
"You have the right to remain silent." they said.
As the guards carried Toby by his arms, he had one thought on his head now. "I miss Momma."
Later, Toby was being rolled on a dolly. He had a straightjacket on his body by the guards to prevent him from escaping. They also put a muzzle in his mouth to silence him. He is still screaming his innocence, but it was unable to be heard. The other prisoners saw he was coming, but were all under the impression that he was George Cunningham. Once inside a fence, the guards threw Toby off the dolly, and took off his straightjacket and muzzle. Looking up, Toby saw all manner of thugs, ranging from ponies, griffon, and even Minotaur's.
"He's back!" one of the griffons said, as they all gathered around Toby and bowed to him.
"Wait, what's going on?" Toby asked.
"It is good to see you again, George," one of the Minotaurs said. He was wearing a crown that was made of forks.
"Wait, my name's not George, it's Toby," Toby protested. The prisoners all laughed.
"Ah, good old George, always with the jokes!" a pony said.
"Always trying o pull a fast one!" a griffon said.
"Here, since you're back, you are head of prison again, but we will need to get it readjusted. Blood Thirst! Get to it!" the minotaur said to a griffon, as he gave Toby the crown, and the crowd dissipated.
"Oh, well, thank you," Toby said. This made all the prisoners turn back at him with suspicious looks.
"Wait a minute," the minotaur said, as they all approached Toby, "I have known George Cunningham for years," he started.
"And he has never, ever," the pony inmate said.
"Said 'thank you'!" the griffon snarled, as they all glared at the young boy.
"That's because I'm not this 'George' person!" Toby said, matter of factly.
"Imposter!" the minotaur said, as they all grabbed the boy.
"Lets throw him in the trash compactor!" the griffon said, as the inmates all carried Toby away, as he struggled to break free.
"PUT THE BOY DOWN!" they all turned to see a blue unicorn mare with a white mane and blue eyes, "Or I will deploy!" she said, holding a Taser. The inmates all dropped Toby into the snow. The unicorn then went over to the boys, and picked him up by the collar of his shirt.
"T-Trixie? What're you doing here? More to the point, where is 'here'?" Toby asked.
"I am the warden. And as for where you are, you're in Frostbite Maximum Security Detention Center," Trixie replied.
"A 'Detention Center'?" Toby asked.
"You know, prison," the minotaur said.
"The Big House," a griffon said.
"The Slammer!" a pony said.
"Hit it boys!" Trixie said, as the inmates started vocalizing.
After the song ended, Toby was thrown into a jail cell, "But wait, I'm not George Cunningham!" Toby protested.
"If you are not George, then why do you have that mole on you lip?" Trixie demanded.
"Its not real! Its like google eyes, it has some sort of sticky stuff that keeps it on whatever its on," Toby explained.
"Well, as far as the authorities are concerned, you ARE George Cunningham, fake mole or not," Trixie said, as she walked away, "Lights out!" she ordered, as she walked down the hall. When they were turned off, she tripped over a bunch of stuff, "Turn them back on!" she demanded, "You have to wait till I'm like out of the hallway, its a figure of speech!" Trixie said.
Back with Toby, he climbed onto the cot in the jail cell, "Mommy, Momma, anybody, please, help me," Toby said to himself as he started crying, before thinking to himself 'What could that monster be doing with my family?' he fearfully thought, as he soon cried himself to sleep.