In a dark cell upon an unknown location, Jelly wakes up to find herself trapped in the cell… obviously. She wakes up and rubs her head. “Ugh!” she groaned. “Why am I so thirsty?”
“Really, girl? That your first question?” Orange asked. “What happened to, where the hay are we?”
“Hey cut her some slack, O!” Cesaer suggested to him. “She’s been through a lot. A treacherous brother, whacked in the head by mobsters, and she hangs out with this girl!”
“Wait… who?” Jelly asked.
“Oh jeez! Those flanks broke one of my nails!” Elusive whined.
“Forget your nail, caballa! Where are we?” Cesaer asked.
“Well wherever we are… it’s moving.” Jelly said. “Judging by the motors I feel below us and Elusive’s attitude sickness…”
“Ugh…” Elusive groaned as his face turned green.
“…we’re in some sort of flying vehicle.” Jelly said.
“Ah man, I hate heights, man!” Orange said frightenedly. “Stupid Jerry! Forcing us to look for his sister and ending up snatched by a bunch of wacko mobsters!”
“This isn’t Jerry’s fault, Orange.” Jelly corrected him.
“It’s not?” Elusive asked. “Cause he could’ve given me money in the first warning and stopped this from happening!”
“Somehow I have the feeling it didn’t make much of a difference.” Jelly said. “These mobsters obviously want us for something. Why else would they snatch all four of us?”
“Because we’re all witnesses?” Cesaer asked.
“Because we need you for something.” A mobster said as he and a couple of others walked inside in the cell.
“Is this the fool that snatched us?” Orange asked.
“Nah, the other one had black Fonz-like hair, holms.” Cesaer reminded him. “This one is blonde, so he’s probably not that bright… no pun intended.”
“What do you want with us?” Elusive asked. “You’re not the Mela Di Legno family. This isn’t your concern! My beef is with the Mela Di Legnos, not you… nail breakers!”
“Actually it is our business.” The mobster said. “Mela Di Legno and his family works for us, along with the other three families of the Commission. Don’t worry about them though. We relived them of duty of worrying about you. We have given them your money and the debt with them is paid in full.”
“Thank goodness!” Elusive said in relief. “That doesn’t explain why you freakshows have us captured in… whatever floatation device we’re in!”
“Our boss, Mr. Marmellata is in need of your assistance.” The mobster said. “As long as you four cooperate with us, we shall not harm you.”
“What do you want with us anyway?” Jelly asked.
“Oh no! It’s not what I want, it’s what… HE wants!” the mobster said.
“Pizza the Hutt?” Jelly asked.
“HA! I know I love that movie too! I just had to say that!” the mobster laughed. “But yeah, in all honesty, the boss wants all of you. Says you’re gonna be bait of some sort, I dunno. My mind’s somewhere else right now.”
“Bait for who?” Cesaer asked.
Jelly suddenly gasped. “JERRY!”
“Jerry? What does your boss want with that traitor?” Orange asked. “Oooooh, ok it makes sense.”
“That’s one way of looking at it.” the mobster said. “But no, it’s not just that. We’re in need of Agent Jam’s assistance. Mr. Marmellata’s superiors want somepony like him, and as such, what better way to bring Jerry Jam to us than have his friends captured by the Marmellata family?”
“Yeah well you might as well forget it!” Orange said. “Jerry ain’t coming back for us! He’s a traitor and he’s no longer our homeboy. He used us this entire time! Him and General Lee both!”
“Oh trust me, he will come.” The mobster said. “The FDA has a mission, and Jerry and his team are assigned to come here in Manehatten to hunt us down and take down the Commission. Once he gets close enough, and he finds out that we have you upon us, Jerry will have no choice but to do whatever we say for your own safety.”
“How do you know so much about us?” Jelly asked. “How do you know so much about Jerry? We have no beef on the Marmellata family! In fact, I never even heard of you! Jerry tells me everything and he never said anything about a mob! The only major criminal organization he talked about was the Sphinx Cartel, and they were converted!”
“Ah yes, the Sphinx Cartel were very useful suppliers to us, and it is unfortunate to see them not doing business with us anymore.” The mobster said. “But does that worry us? No it does not. We have everything we need from them. We have more Centaur powder supplied on this zeppelin than they had in their whole freighter! Once we have Jerry in our clutches, we can use the powder to bring down the FDA!”
“What do you have against the FDA?” Jelly asked.
“Like I said, they’re trying to bring down the Commission.” The mobster reminded her. “We cannot allow them to do that. We’re also allowing some our families to use the powder for their own business with another threat they have to take care of, but we’re not going to have any part in that. For now, we’re going to focus on bringing Agent Jam to us. The boss really needs to see him.”
“Then by all means take him!” Orange accepted.
“Yeah, just let him join you, then release us, and we’ll get on with our lives!” Cesaer said.
“I’m glad you see it our way.” The mobster said with a smile. “Now if you excuse us, the boss is requesting our assistance. Arrivederci!” The mobsters leave the cell, leaving my friends alone in there.
“Jerry ain’t coming. I know it for a fact.” Cesaer said.
“If they want him, let them take him. It’s the best for him anyway.” Elusive shrugged.
“How could you all say that?!” Jelly yelled. “You’re his friends!”
“Uh, ‘were his friends’, J.” Cesaer corrected her.
“Yeah, he was a fed behind our backs, and we know he planned on General Lee’s escape from prison!” Orange said. “He could’ve lied about him all along! He always had a soft spot for that grease monkey!”
“GL’s out there with Jerry right now, I can feel it!” Cesaer said.
“Ok… I know Jerry’s lied about a lot of things.” Jelly said. “But he didn’t lie about that! He keeps grieving for Lee. Yes, Jerry is still soft on him, but he’s not in contact with him right now. He was told by the FDA themselves that General Lee is no longer upon us. The only question he has yet to be answered by is what happened to our parents.”
“What if he knows about all that?” Cesaer asked. “Hey, what if you don’t know it all, J? What if Jerry’s hiding stuff from you?”
“He would never.” Jelly said in denial. “Jerry tells me everything. Nothing is too personal for me. He even tells me what he had for lunch that day and how uncomfortable it was for him to go to the bathroom.”
“UGH!” Cesaer, Orange, and Elusive all were grossed out.
“Ok, even I have a limit on that, sweetie!” Elusive said.
“Whatever.” Jelly said. “But the point is – there was nothing that Jerry told me that I don’t know about.”
“After saying all that, I wouldn’t doubt ya for a second, girl.” Orange said, still disgusted.
“Are you 100% sure that Jerry tells you EVERYTHING?” Elusive asked her. “Sweetie, I know you’re in denial right now, and he’s your brother, I understand that. But to think he cares more about his job than his own friends. I mean… when was the last time he was social with us before he was received his latest mission? Saying goodbye to us doesn’t count.”
“Yeah, and we finding out he was a fed don’t count either.” Orange added.
“Well…” Jelly stuttered. “Umm… he was… he was social to me. He… asked me if he could borrow my Daring Do script for… umm…”
“For, umm, what?” Cesaer asked.
“For… his mission.” Jelly admitted.
“EXACTLY!” Cesaer said. “For his mission!”
“C’mon that’s not fair! He actually published it for real, and he even showed AK Yearling the script and she liked it!” Jelly explained.
“Did he really, or just tell you that to make you feel better than he just used your script for one of his missions?” Orange asked.
“Shut up! Ok?! SHUT UP!” Jelly yelled. “I do not like this conversation one bit! I want total silence from here on out!”
“Hey whatever.” Orange shrugged.
“Be in denial all you want.” Cesaer shrugged.
Jelly really felt aggravated, and she was in denial, but her heart was in the right place, and Elusive knew it too. He placed his hoof on her and then she yelled, “Don’t touch me, please! I cannot stand the way you tease! I mean, I love you but you hurt me so, Elusive.”
“So let her go pack her things and go.” Orange teased. So it was total silence and unsocializing from there on out, until the next scene we meet with them again.
You remember that pilot agent that flew me to the desert HQ? Well, he flew me again along with Merry and Fritter over to Manehatten City so we can begin our mission. Not so much of the mainland of Manehatten, more of those other island cities that neighbor it. There’s this one island which holds Hooflyn and Princesses. We’re taking the Hooflyn side. Down below, over at Meadow Songs Park, I saw a battle of some sort. I couldn’t really make-out what it was, but I had the feeling it was a mob battle.
“Huh. Look at that down there.” I pointed out.
“Ignore that turf battle, Jer. We need to stick with the plan.” Fritter said. “We’re bein’ asked to check out an old associate gang in Hooflyn. While the Marmellata family has business elsewhere, this gang known as the Dragonites take over operations for them. Or, if the Marmellatas don’t want to be known that they are responsible for a crime, they ask the Dragonites to take over.”
“It hasn’t been that way lately, however.” Merry said. “The Dragonites felt they haven’t had a fair share of cut from the Marmellatas recently, and they’re starting to look away from their business interests. This will make a good advantage for us. We’re going to one of their headquarters on Forums Street. An old red brick building, across from the El-Train tracks. We’re going to try to reason with them, and have them reveal secrets of the Marmellatas to us.”
“Why the Marmellatas though?” I asked. “What’s wrong with the other four families?”
“The Marmellatas run the whole Commission.” Merry said. “If we can attempt to convert them and it becomes a success, we’ll be able to convert the other families no problem.”
“Hey, if we can convert the Sphinx Cartel, converting a mob runned by our own species shouldn’t be much of a problem.” I said.
“We’re approaching the LZ now. Hold tight!” the pilot warned us. The chopper began to descend and we land on a helipad on top of an apartment building. “Alright, you’re good to go! Good luck! If you need a pickup, call me! Also, don’t forget about the United Harmony Paper though. They’re our undercover HQ.”
“Got it! Thanks!” Fritter said as we all jumped out of the chopper, and once we got out, it ascended again and flew off.
“This isn’t the building is it?” I asked.
“It’s the buildin’ closest to our target buildin’ that has a helipad.” Fritter said as she walked over to the rooftop door which leads to the ninth floor hallway. We walked down the stairs of this apartment building, seeing ponies walk by us, sleep in the middle of it, sweep it, kids seeing slinkies roll down the stairs, and all sorts of things. There is so much happening in one apartment building that has nine floors and three apartments on each floor. When we got downstairs, we went through two doors to get outside. One into a small room with mailboxes and one to outside. “Why so much ponies living in one little buildin’?” Fritter asked.
When we got out of the building we turned left and walked on the sidewalk to get to the target building just up the street. “It’s freezing out here.” I complained.
“You used to say that every night at LP during the first couple of months.” Merry said.
“Well it’s different here.” I said. “I mean, I can understand why LP is so cold at night since it’s a desert, but here, I can’t explain here.”
“We’re closer north.” Fritter said.
“Yeah, the Crystal region isn’t too far out.” Merry said.
“Well I hope wherever we’re going to has a heater.” I said. “So we’re going to reason with these ponies into giving up information Marmellatas?”
“Yeah, go ahead, Jer. Say it out loud for everypony to hear.” Merry said sarcastically. “I dunno if they heard you, try saying it louder.”
“Oi, love! I was just asking!” I complained.
“Keep it to yourself, agent.” Merry said. “Anyways, this is it right here. The brick building across from the El-Train tracks.
“Think they’ll let us in?” Fritter asked.
“I can persuade them.” Merry said as she knocks on the door.
The little slot on the door opens and whoever opens the slot and peeks his or her eyes out say, “What business do you have?”
“Wow, not even a hello?” Fritter whispered to me.
Alright, let’s see if we can get inside. Just like last time, we’re going to get a series of questions and you guess which one you think is the right one. It’s going to be a little more difficult now than it was before. You ready? Let’s do this!
So what business do we have here?
A: We’re looking for the Dragonites.
B: Pizza delivery!
C: We’re selling comics and thought you’d be interested.
D: Hey if you’d like to take a few minutes, we’d like to talk about our lord and savior, Queen Faust.
His responses:
A: Who?
B: We didn’t order a pizza.
C: Mmhmm, we’re listening.
D: …... Go away.
I’m not going to say what the obvious right answer is. You can guess.
What shall Merry say next?
A: Oh yes! We have a ton of comics for nerds like yourselves!
B: Of course! We got tons of Power Pony comics!
C: Yes! Comics on how to perform heists and such.
D: Yeah! Comics about our lord and savior, Queen Faust!
His response:
A: We are beloved nerds. Nerds are really cool.
B: I don’t like the Power Ponies.
C: Why would we have such use of that?
D: No… thank you.
“But why are you dressed like that?”
What’s Merry’s answer?
A: Oh we’re FDA agents.
B: We’re nerds just like you!
C: Secret agent cosplays.
D: Oh we wear this all the time.
His response:
A: Oh is that so?
B: Ah! Ok.
C: For which comic is there secret agents? I never seen a comic like that.
D: No wonder you stink.
“We too have cosplayers in here.” The Dragonite said. “They love to wear costumes that look so realistic that you won’t tell the difference.”
“Then I suppose we can take that.” Merry said. “Is it ok if we come in?”
“Of course. Come in!” the Dragonite said as he opens the door. Once he opens the door it would seem that this dude was actually a dragon. Either that or that’s a very impressive dragon costume. It would seem we have to just follow along. So we walked inside and saw a few ponies, but most were dragons. It was pretty fascinating to see there were dragons in the city. These dragons must be hidden pretty well since ponies still don’t know much about them.
“I like your cosplays!” Fritter said impressively. “Y’all remind me of mah stallionfriend and his friends.”
“Cool!” one of the dragons said. “What kind of business do you have for us?”
“We have comics for you!” Merry said.
“Awesome!” the dragon said. “What kind of comics do you have? Come to think of it, where are they? I don’t see any bags carrying them.”
How should Merry respond?
A: They’re back at our place.
B: They’re invisible.
C: Big monsters ate them.
D: They’re in our tuxedos.
Their response:
A: Sooo… why are you here? Go get them and come back. I don’t trust buying something that’s not here.
B: Ah, ok.
C: I take offense to that.
D: Uhh… I think I’ll pass on that.
“So what kind of comics are looking for?” Merry asked.
“Oh there’s so many different types!” the dragon said excitedly. “I mean the guy guarding the door, he likes fables. Most of us like superheroes, and our buddy over there likes the funny pages on newspapers. Such classics they are I must admit! How about you? What’s your favorite type of comic?”
Merry’s answer:
A: Oh I just love the romantic comics!
B: I’m with you on this! Super hero, no doubt!
C: I like the comics with mobsters in it!
D: Ehhh I dunno. All are ok.
His response:
A: ……
B: Yeah, baby! That’s what I’m talking about!
C: Oh yeah? I didn’t think there were comics with mobsters in it.
D: Yeah, all are ok, but there are some more ok than others.
Merry’s response:
A: I know enough about them.
B: Oh lots!
C: I know that you’re working with one of them.
D: I’m planning to bring them down! DOWN TO THE GROUND!
His response:
A: What’s that suppose to mean?
B: I doubt it.
C: You can’t prove anything!
D: Good luck with that.
Merry’s response:
A: I know enough of them that they’re mainly thinking of themselves.
B: I know enough of them that they want to betray you.
C: I know enough of them. Can’t you take that as an answer?
D: I lied, I know nothing about them.
His response:
A: Well… yeah… funny story about that.
B: How did you know that?
C: I could, but only because I’m easily trustworthy. I dunno about the others though.
D: Alright, I don’t see a problem with that.
“Oh yeah? Am I going to laugh at that funny story?” Merry teased.
“Funny.” The dragon said. “No, I just know how much honesty a mafia might be able to spare to those who work small time for them.”
“Scales! Why are you telling them that?!” one of the other dragons asked.
“You think I’m stupid?” Scales asked. “I know for a fact that these ponies could help us with our problem.”
“Oh yeah? How do you know?” Fritter asked.
“You didn’t block your FDA badges. I can see them in your pockets.” Scales pointed out. We all looked down and saw our badges were not completely hidden.
“Hey if you want us to still sell you comic books, I’ve got plenty at home.” Merry said.
“Perhaps, but we’ll talk about that later.” Scales said. “We have a bit of a problem with one of the five families – the Marmellata family.”
“What seems to be the problem with them?” Merry asked.
“Well, as you may know, the Marmellata family wasn’t true to their words all the time.” Scales explained. “We worked for them, and they either give us a too low of a cut or no cut at all. Mr. Marmellata keeps putting us off.”
“Why are you telling them this, Scales?!” the other dragon asked. “They’re feds! They’ll arrest us for sure!”
“No, we won’t.” I said.
“What kind of response was THAT, Jer?” Fritter asked.
“It’s a bad habit. Something that first came to mind.” I said.
“No, I’ve seen the FDA in action before.” Scales said. “A friend of mine has encountered one much like them a long while ago after he was captured by the DIF. They’re the evil ones.”
“No, they’re not evil.” I said. “Only some of them are corrupted. I’ve seen good DIF agents. There is this one agent that’s forced to be corrupted by he doesn’t want to be. It’s his partner that’s corrupted.”
“Yeah, just because one DIF agent is bad doesn’t mean they all are.” Fritter said.
“I’m not so sure about that.” Scales said. “We’re being blackmailed by both Mr. Marmellata and Agent S, the director of the DIF.”
“Ok they have a corrupted leader. That doesn’t mean they all are bad!” Fritter informed him.
“Blackmailed about what?” I asked.
“Shhh!” Merry shushed him. She then looked back at Scales and said, “We don’t want to know. Just tell us your troubles with the Marmellatas and the DIF.”
“They’re blackmailing us.” Scales said. “They swear to reveal our secret to the world if we ever disobey them. We’re slaves to them. That’s why the Marmellatas keep sending us to do their jobs for them for such little pay. You have to help us. They may be listening.”
“Yes… yes we were.” A voice said as the lights in the building go off, and then the television nearby turns on, revealing a shadow-like figure with a disguised voice, much like Agent S. “Greetings, Dragonites!”
“Agent S?” Fritter asked.
“No, no.” the voice said. “Even though I like the way how Agent S thinks with the whole disguised thing, I am Mr. Marmellata, don of the Marmellata family. I heard everything, Dragonites, and for that you shall pay the price.”
“Told ya, Scales. Told ya not to speak to loud, but did you listen? Nooooo.” The other dragon complained.
“Shut it!” Scales ordered him.
“But first,” Marmellata continued, “Jerry… it’s been too long. My, my, have you grown!”
“Wh-what?” I asked very curiously.
“Doesn’t matter.” Marmellata said. “We’ll meet face to face soon enough. Just as long as you are able to fend off the family.” The transmission then cuts off.
“Wait, Mr. Marmellata! Mr. Marmellata!” Scales yelled.
“It’s too late, Scales. We have an attack coming.” Merry said. “We must prepare ourselves for it.”
“I thought fighting wasn’t our way?” I asked.
“We’re not going to fight.” Merry said. “We’re going to set up traps and keep them out. It’s just a way of saying keep out. We’re not fighters, just remember that. Scales, you have any equipment for us to use?”
“I think I might have something in the back for us to use.” Scales said. “But I don’t think-“
“Take me to the back room.” Fritter instructed him. So Scales took Fritter to the back room to see what kind of gadgets she could use to build traps out of.
“Why would Mr. Marmellata want to fight the Dragonites though?” I asked.
“Because they disobeyed him.” Merry said.
“Yeah, but I thought it was blackmail?” I asked. “Why doesn’t Mr. Marmellata just blackmail the Dragonites like Scales said he would do?”
“Because… we’re here.” Merry said. “We’re the Dragonites’ best hope in redemption, and for that we will fulfill. You know why? It’s because it’s what we do. It’s our job, we gotta remember that, Jer. So you ready? Let’s do it! WOO!”
“Ok first off, I know what we are and what we do.” I reminded her. “Second, you didn’t let me answer your question on if I’m ready.”
“Are you ready though?” Merry asked.
“I am, but you could’ve at least let me answer.” I suggested.
So Scales took Fritter to the back hardware room to see what kind of equipment she could find. “This is our back room.” Scales said. “As you can see, missy, this stuff is pretty useless when it comes to making traps. Just a bunch of office equipment, appliances, utility supplies. Not much to make traps out of.”
Fritter started to smile and laugh in excitement, and then she said, “No, no! This is perfect! Ah have everythin’ ah need right here! We’ll keep the Marmellata out in no time flat!” Fritter grabs the stapler on top of a table and starts snapping it. “Eeyup! This is perfect!”
“Well… if you’re so sure of it.” Scales said uneasily.
Back in the other room, Merry asked one of the dragons, “Excuse me? Is there any emergency exits here? You know, just in case we need to evacuate. I’m sure a gang like yourself has an exit strategy.”
“Yeah over at the basement.” The dragon said.
“Can you show me?” Merry asked.
“Should I trust you enough?” the dragon asked.
“Your leader told us everything and we want to help you. What other way is there?” Merry asked.
“Good point.” The dragon nodded. “Follow me, I’ll show you, but if you abandon us by going through that emergency exit, I’ll burn you alive!”
“Sounds like a pretty reasonable threat, even though I’m already alive, so how can you burn me alive?” Merry teased.
“DON’T… tempt me!” the dragon warned her.
“I read you loud and clear, friend.” Merry said.
“Alright, follow me.” The dragon instructed her.
“Agent Jam, I’ll need you to contact the U.H. Paper.” Merry instructed me. “The Marmellata family might be giving a full-scale attack, and we may need some assistance.”
“Got it!” I said as I took out my phone. The dragon and Merry walked down to the basement to check out the emergency exit, and Fritter was building some traps along with a couple of the ponies that were here, and I was contacting the U.H. Paper for reinforcements.
Meanwhile, outside, as a train was going by on the El Train tracks, Marmellata family goons started surrounding the building, getting in position. The capo was ordering his ponies into certain positions of the building. Inside the building, some of the dragons and I were assisting Fritter in setting up the traps, while Merry was spraying on the wall next to the basement. “What are you doing, Mer?” I asked her.
“Bug spray.” She said.
“For what?” I asked.
“You don’t see me asking rhetorical questions, do you?” Merry asked.
“Alright, done!” Fritter said as she pulls the middle of a string like a guitar string.
“The Marmellatas are outside!” one of the ponies said.
“Defensive positions!” Scales cried out. “Agents, you don’t have to fight, but don’t stop us from defending our base of operations.”
“We can’t force you to do anything.” Merry said. “If you wish to fight and hurt other ponies, then so be it, but we are not. Well… I can’t force them either so technically I-“
“Cut the chatter, Mer! We got company!” Fritter said. So we all got into our positions and prepared for their attack.
“Dargon, Gordon! Head to the rooftops and ambush them from above!” Scales ordered two of his dragons.
“You’re kidding, right?” Dargon asked. Dargon was the dragon that guarded the door earlier.
“Good point.” Scales nodded. “Top Notch, Cheese Noodles! Head to the rooftops and ambush them from above.” He said to a couple of his ponies. The two ponies quickly ran up the stairs.
“Anything I should do, Fritter?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’ll need you to knock over this barrel full of marbles.” Fritter said. “It’s for the emergency exit. It’ll slow down the mobsters if they’re running inside as we escape into the basement if it ever has to come to that.”
“That’s it? Anything else?” I asked.
“Yeah, ah got one other thing for ya.” Fritter said as she reached through one of her jumpsuit pockets.
“Yeah?” I asked. Fritter then takes out a Rubik’s octagon and gives it to me. “A Rubik’s cube?”
“Uh, look at the shape. Rubik’s octagon.” Fritter corrected me.
“This is going to be impossible, love! How do you expect me to solve this?” I complained.
“Ah’ve been havin’ some trouble with it.” Fritter said. “You solve it, and ah’ll buy lunch all next week.”
“Well in that case… I want Indian food.” I said.
“Ugh!” Fritter said in a disgusted tone. “You actually like that stuff?”
“Of course not! But you hate it even more than I.” I said mischievously.
“Hmph… ah hope you don’t solve it.” Fritter said nervously. Just then, the door was pounded real hard, but luckily, Gordon and Dargon barricaded the door with the china cabinet.
“NO! Not the china cabinet!” Scales cried. “That was my grandma’s! Use the medical crate instead.”
“Good idea!” Dargon said as they moved the cabinet back to where it was and moved the medical supplies to barricade the door. “That should do it!” The mobsters continued to pound on the door. We got into positions and awaited the mobsters to come through.
Up on the roof, Top Notch and Cheese Noodles started timbering her some random junk in their building. They weren’t that heavy though, but falling from a hundred feet, they’d definitely be feeling that in the morning! “This is a great way to clean up the house, huh Cheese?” Top Notch asked.
“Dumping them on our doorstep doesn’t seem to be a wise way to be getting rid of our stuff.” Cheese said. What those two were doing weren’t really getting rid of the mobsters; it was only slowing them down.
“They wanna play hard ball, huh?” one of the mobsters asked. “Boys… bring out the big gun!” Just then, a giant cannon of some sort bursts out of the ocean which was behind the El Train tracks, jumps over the tracks and lands right in front of the building, cracking the asphalt while it was at it.
“Holy sweet mother of mashed potatoes!” Top Notch gasped.
“Yeeeeah… something tells me we’re going to be having a bigger mess in the building than it is now.” Cheese Noodles said. The giant cannon goes by a few degrees pointing to the roof of the building and just as it fires, the two ponies duck for cover.
“We can’t fight this! We need to warn the others!” Top Notch said.
“Or we can just leave.” Cheese suggested. “Be free from these dreadful dragons.”
“We can’t do that!” Top said.
“Sure we can! But I don’t want to, so let’s warn them.” Cheese said. Top nodded and they both ran back to the door and started heading back downstairs to warn the rest of us. Meanwhile downstairs, the rest of us heard a loud noise and even felt the building shake.
“What was that?” Fritter asked.
“You’re telling me! I sprayed out of line!” Merry complained.
“Oh no! Please! Please don’t tell me they brought it!” Scale said worryingly.
“What do ya mean ‘it’?” Fritter asked. Just then the building shook again. The two ponies ran downstairs while they were at it.
“Boss!” Top yelled. “They… they… they… they…”
“Snap out it of it, boy! Say what you need to say!” Scale instructed him.
“They have a pretty big gun outside.” Cheese said.
“Oh no! They recently threatened us with that thing! We won’t stand a chance!” Scales said.
“So what are ya sayin’?” Fritter asked.
“It’s about time you discovered the truth.” Scales said. Just then, the mobsters on the other side of the door started using blowtorches to blow open the door. One of the mobsters is blowtorching one side while another one was blowtorching the other.
“Are there any others besides all of you?” I asked.
“We have more among our group but they saw the Marmellatas’ true colors and left.” Gordon said. “To be honest right now, I regret not following them. I thought they were mad.”
“Cut the chatter! Prepare the traps!” Merry yelled. After the blowtorches were finished cutting the door, it doesn’t just drop, but the whole wall explodes forcing most of us to fall back from the impact. Some of the traps were ruined too.
“WHOA! Tense!” Fritter yelled. The Marmellatas started bursting inside and started attacking. We were defenseless since we weren’t standing next to our traps. But just as I thought I was done for, Scales, Dragon, and Gordon all went over towards the mobsters and started breathing fire on them. Some started burning, and they stopped, dropped, and rolled, as what ponies are supposed to do when they spontaneously combust; while others ran away. It gave us time to stand up. The ponies all ran downstairs, followed by Merry and Fritter. I turned back hoping they’d come along with us.
“GO! We’ll catch up!” Scales yelled. I nodded as I knock over the barrel full of marbles because I didn’t want that to go to waste, and some of the remaining mobsters in the building started to slip.
“You save me; I save you, now c’mon!” I ordered them.
“Gordon, Dargon! Go! I’ll hold them off!” Scales yelled out as he takes a deep breath, inhales, and just as he exhales, the rest of us go down into the basement. Unfortunately though, Scales was unable to make it and got captured by the mobsters. Gordon and Dargon knew it for sure when they barricaded the door.
“Why did you barricade the door?! Scales was still up there!” Top yelled.
“He wasn’t going to make it.” Dargon said. “This was part of the plan. He needed to get captured.”
“Are you sure about that?” Top asked.
“C’mon, this way.” Merry said as she pulls a book on the shelf that has the title ‘Pull Me’ on it. “Yeah, I’m not even going to ask why this book is called that.” After she pulls it, a secret passageway opens up. As it opens, the building shakes again.
“That cannon is going to tear that building apart! I left all my personal stuff up there!” Top whined.
“Hey, it’s not like you can’t buy more.” Cheese said sarcastically.
“Those were limited edition, mint condition, signed action figures up there, and they’re probably gone by now!” Top yelled in Cheese’s face, so much that Cheese toppled over.
“Will you two relax?” Fritter stopped them. “Those mobsters are goin’ to come down here any minute now and we’re goin’ to share the same fate as Scales if we don’t get movin’.”
“She’s right, let’s go.” Dargon said. So Merry lead us through the tunnels, and there were plenty of torches that lit the passageway up.
“Why are there lit torches down here? You use this tunnel often?” Merry asked.
“Only when we have to sneeze.” Gordon said. So we walked through the passageway with Merry leading the way, followed by Dargon, Fritter, me, Cheese, Top, and Gordon.
“Why don’t I lead the way? I know the way.” Dargon suggested.
“How do we not know if you’re leading us to a trap or not?” Merry asked.
“You don’t.” Dargon said. “But I could protect you from anything in front of us.”
“That’ll be unnecessary, but thank you.” Merry said.
“Isssssss it now?” Agent Snake Eyes asked as he stood in front of us pointing a Mountain Dew gun at Dargon. Eclipse Norton was with him along with some other corrupted DIF agents.
“Stand aside! I’ll burn them to a crisp!” Dargon offered.
“No, Dargon!” I stopped him. “They’re DIF agents!”
“An even more reason to burn them!” Dargon said. “These ponies along with the Marmellatas are keeping us dragons enslaved!”
“You just told them our secret, Dargon.” Gordon informed him.
“Like we didn’t know already from the start.” Merry said sarcastically.
“But these agents are still living beans.” I said.
“Wait, what?” Fritter asked as she looked at me.
I just started laughing. “I just realized what I said!”
“Why is the DIF here anyway?” Merry asked. “How did they know about us being with the Dragonites?”
“We didn’t, until Mr. Marmellata told us.” Eclipse said.
“Big mouth much, Norton? I wasssss going to try to fool them into thinking we’re psychic.” Snake complained.
“So… you two are working together huh? The DIF and the Marmellatas?” Dargon asked.
“Not exactly.” Eclipse said. “They’re on our most wanted list, but Agent S promised to drop charges against them if the Marmellatas work along side him to hunt down a certain pony.”
“Yesssss! And that one pony is among you!” Snake said.
“Which one of us is it though?” Merry asked.
“Isn’t it obvious, Agent May?” I asked.
“Yessssss, Agent Jam!” Snake said mischievously.
“It’s you we want!” a Marmellata mobster said as more Marmellata goons surrounded us from behind.