Jeff showed Pete the Lost letters.
Pete: So anda saw this fall out of the helicopter when it was heading to Denver?
Jeff: Yeah.
Pete: Wait a minute. If you're here, who's doing your work on that track?
Jeff: Umm....
Meanwhile on the track that Jeff forgot to fix.
Engineer: *Drives train off tracks*
Back at Cheyenne
Jeff: Percy.
Pete: Ah, good. I knew I could rely on that pegasus.
Jeff: Right. Well, I have to get back to work. *Leaves*
seterusnya day, at 7:30 PM, it was time for the mail trains to take off again.
Hawkeye: anda know what would be great?
Metal Gloss: What?
Hawkeye: If somepony was filming us in the train.
Metal Gloss: Yeah, that would be cool.
Stylo: *Arrives*
Hawkeye: Stylo, we got a problem. Pete says that the mail ponies aren't happy with anda being late.
Stylo: But that wasn't even my fault!
Hawkeye: I know, and so does Pete, but the mail ponies won't listen.
Pilot: *Lands helicopter* Hey, remember me? I was here yesterday morning, but I'm not here to steal your mail, I have something to tell you. The mail could be delivered sejak helicopter soon anda know. Perhaps anda should quit your jobs, and sertai me. We could fly helicopters together, they work wonders anda know.
Hawkeye: Fuck you.
Pilot: *Takes off*
Stylo: So now what?
Hawkeye: Now, we drive as fast as possible. Don't stop unless there's a red signal, atau if your engine is low on fuel.
Stylo: Got it.
The mail trains ran like clock work, but Stylo had to stop at a station.
Stylo: What's the matter?
Station Master: There's a kuda, kuda kecil that needs a ride to North Platte. Please get him there.
Stylo: Sure.
Rawak Pony: *Climbs in* Thank anda very much.
Stylo: Not a problem. *Drives train*
seterusnya morning, Stylo was taking a freight to Denver, but had to stop at a red signal. An airfield was nearby, and the pilot was standing near the fence.
Stylo: Hello.
Pilot: Hi.
Stylo: What's the matter with you? Why aren't your flying your "wonderful" helicopter?
Pilot: The wind is too strong. I've been grounded.
Stylo: I'll tell anda what, anda should quit your job as a pilot, and we could drive trains together. They work wonders anda know.
Signal Pony: *Turns signal green*
Stylo: Good bye. *Drives away*
When Stylo returned to Cheyenne, there was good news.
Pete: I got a newspaper from North Platte, and there's an artikel from the kuda, kuda kecil that anda got to North Platte.
Stylo: What does it say?
Pete: It says that we've telah diberi a very comfortable ride to this stallion, and the mail trains are the pride of our line.
Stylo: Yes!
The End
On the seterusnya episode of Ponies On The Rails
Hawkeye makes some new friends.
Pete: So anda saw this fall out of the helicopter when it was heading to Denver?
Jeff: Yeah.
Pete: Wait a minute. If you're here, who's doing your work on that track?
Jeff: Umm....
Meanwhile on the track that Jeff forgot to fix.
Engineer: *Drives train off tracks*
Back at Cheyenne
Jeff: Percy.
Pete: Ah, good. I knew I could rely on that pegasus.
Jeff: Right. Well, I have to get back to work. *Leaves*
seterusnya day, at 7:30 PM, it was time for the mail trains to take off again.
Hawkeye: anda know what would be great?
Metal Gloss: What?
Hawkeye: If somepony was filming us in the train.
Metal Gloss: Yeah, that would be cool.
Stylo: *Arrives*
Hawkeye: Stylo, we got a problem. Pete says that the mail ponies aren't happy with anda being late.
Stylo: But that wasn't even my fault!
Hawkeye: I know, and so does Pete, but the mail ponies won't listen.
Pilot: *Lands helicopter* Hey, remember me? I was here yesterday morning, but I'm not here to steal your mail, I have something to tell you. The mail could be delivered sejak helicopter soon anda know. Perhaps anda should quit your jobs, and sertai me. We could fly helicopters together, they work wonders anda know.
Hawkeye: Fuck you.
Pilot: *Takes off*
Stylo: So now what?
Hawkeye: Now, we drive as fast as possible. Don't stop unless there's a red signal, atau if your engine is low on fuel.
Stylo: Got it.
The mail trains ran like clock work, but Stylo had to stop at a station.
Stylo: What's the matter?
Station Master: There's a kuda, kuda kecil that needs a ride to North Platte. Please get him there.
Stylo: Sure.
Rawak Pony: *Climbs in* Thank anda very much.
Stylo: Not a problem. *Drives train*
seterusnya morning, Stylo was taking a freight to Denver, but had to stop at a red signal. An airfield was nearby, and the pilot was standing near the fence.
Stylo: Hello.
Pilot: Hi.
Stylo: What's the matter with you? Why aren't your flying your "wonderful" helicopter?
Pilot: The wind is too strong. I've been grounded.
Stylo: I'll tell anda what, anda should quit your job as a pilot, and we could drive trains together. They work wonders anda know.
Signal Pony: *Turns signal green*
Stylo: Good bye. *Drives away*
When Stylo returned to Cheyenne, there was good news.
Pete: I got a newspaper from North Platte, and there's an artikel from the kuda, kuda kecil that anda got to North Platte.
Stylo: What does it say?
Pete: It says that we've telah diberi a very comfortable ride to this stallion, and the mail trains are the pride of our line.
Stylo: Yes!
The End
On the seterusnya episode of Ponies On The Rails
Hawkeye makes some new friends.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the changeling queen.
A powerful being, is she, and no doubt about it at all,
For her power is shaped as a ball:
One with no end to her power and attitude of pride.
Her changeling legions stretch far and wide
Until nothing else can be seen.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the consumer of love,
As with her underlings who conquer vastly.
Many will see her as ghastly,
atau perhaps even demonic of sorts,
As well as her infinite cohorts.
Nothing could send her above.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, now beaten,
Will one hari return with power all on
Her enemies with the rage of Phlegethon.
Speed will accompany her in many ways,
For her vengeance will be quenched in days,
All of her enemies' Cinta eaten.
A powerful being, is she, and no doubt about it at all,
For her power is shaped as a ball:
One with no end to her power and attitude of pride.
Her changeling legions stretch far and wide
Until nothing else can be seen.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the consumer of love,
As with her underlings who conquer vastly.
Many will see her as ghastly,
atau perhaps even demonic of sorts,
As well as her infinite cohorts.
Nothing could send her above.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, now beaten,
Will one hari return with power all on
Her enemies with the rage of Phlegethon.
Speed will accompany her in many ways,
For her vengeance will be quenched in days,
All of her enemies' Cinta eaten.