At Changeling Headquarters
Major Jones: *On telephone* Amazing. Bring them here. *Puts on hat*
Queen Chrysalis: *Farting loudly* Aaah.
Major Jones: *Covers nose*
Changeling 53: *Brings in Bartholomew*
Queen Chrysalis: Mr. Perfect, and Jade Greene.
Bartholomew: *Sees Jade*
Queen Chrysalis: Now you'll wish toi didn't put us in so much trouble.
Soon, three trucks, and three motos were traveling down the road.
Jade: What's troubling toi Bartholomew?
Bartholomew: I'm not sure. I was expecting either a long stay ou a very short trip.
Jade: That's not too bad.
Bartholomew: Well, I don't want anypony that's too young to be killed.
Jade: Oh don't worry, we're all over seventeen. Besides, toi did a very good job handling the situation.
Bartholomew: Well, thanks.
The road divisé, split in three ways. One truck went straight, another went left, and the last one went right.
The truck Bartholomew was in stopped in a field.
Discord: *Opens door*
Bartholomew: What's happening?
Discord: All right. toi can get out now, and stretch your legs. It will take hours before toi reach the camp.
Bartholomew & Other ponies: *Get out of truck*
Bartholomew: toi know Jade, all this has been quite interesting. With the tunnel digging, the running from enemies, and Tom, Dick, and Harry. It kept me well alive. toi know Jade-
Changeling 89: *Loading machine gun*
Bartholomew: *Sees machine gun*
Changeling 89: *Shooting Ponies*
Nearby, Discord, and Queen Chrysalis were standing on a small hill, as their bodies became silhouettes alongside the sunset.
suivant morning at the prison camp.
Celestia: *Walks into Gilda's office*
Gilda: Eleven of your ponies are being returned today.
Celestia: Will anymore ponies arrive?
Gilda: I don't know. *Grabs paper* I regret to inform you.... That fifty of your soldiers were... Executed yesterday evening.
Celestia: How many of them were wounded?
Gilda: Here's the liste of the dead *Gives Celestia list*
Celestia: How many of the fifty were wounded?!
Gilda: None, that I know of. Doctor Robotnik will only allow me to tell you, that fifty of your soldiers were...
Celestia: I see. *takes list*
A few minutes later, she was lire the liste outloud.
Celestia: Alicorn Amulet. Amamda Licciardi. Bankrupt Frank. Bartholomew Perfect the 55th.
What about Volk, and Pablo? They weren't caught par anyone as they rowed their bateau towards the docks, and got on board a tramp steamer that was being loaded. They were going to Hawaii.
As for Sigmund, he was on his way to Russia.
French Stallion: Good luck.
Sigmund: Thanks.
French Stallion: *Walks away*
Russian Stallion: *Carrying rifle* Cэр, I am your guide.
Sigmund: And you're russian?
Russian Stallion: да.
Sigmund: Good. You, and me will get along just fine. *Pats russian stallion on the back twice, and walks to Russia*
Back at the prison camp
Shredder: *Arrives with other ponies*
Celestia: Ah, good. I'm glad to see you're all safe?
Shredder: Did anypony else arrive?
Celestia: No. You're the first ones here. Where's Brewster?
Shredder: He didn't make it. Bartholomew was right about that.
Celestia: I'm afraid Bartholomew didn't make it either.
Shredder: What?
Celestia: They just posté a liste of fifty ponies that just got shot. The changelings killed them.
Prisoner 36: They killed Bartholomew, Jade, and even Sacred Symphony?
Celestia: Yes.
Shredder: Volk, and Pablo?
Celestia: No, they're not on the list. Bartholomew's idea was to get back at the enemy the hardest way possible. In my opinion, he did that.
Shredder: And toi think it was worth all the trouble he went through?
Celestia: That depends on your point of view Shredder.
Soon, a car arrived with Discord, and a few Italian Soldiers.
Discord: *Gets out of car* Achtung!
Griffons: *Saluting Discord*
Gilda: *Walks up*
Discord: She is not to be saluted. Get her out of here.
Griffons: *Put Gilda in car*
Seargent Schultz: *Stops in car*
Sean: *Steps out of Seargent's car*
Gilda: Well I see toi got a lot of scratches on you.
Sean: Yeah, I fell off a motorcycle. How many?
Gilda: Fifty.
Sean: Wow.
Gilda: It seems, that you'll be seeing the Griffon Kingdom before the war ends after all.
Discord: Get her out of here.
Italian Soldiers: *drives away*
Discord: And toi are going into the cooler.
Sean: I'm not surprised about that. *Walks to cooler*
arc en ciel Dash: salut Sean! *Throws baseball mit, and ball*
Sean: *Catches ball, and mit*
Griffon 44: *Opens door*
Sean: *Goes in cooler*
Griffon 55: *Opens cell door*
Sean: *Walks in cell*
Griffon 55: *Locks door*
This fanfiction is dedicated to the fifty that have been killed.
The End.
Major Jones: *On telephone* Amazing. Bring them here. *Puts on hat*
Queen Chrysalis: *Farting loudly* Aaah.
Major Jones: *Covers nose*
Changeling 53: *Brings in Bartholomew*
Queen Chrysalis: Mr. Perfect, and Jade Greene.
Bartholomew: *Sees Jade*
Queen Chrysalis: Now you'll wish toi didn't put us in so much trouble.
Soon, three trucks, and three motos were traveling down the road.
Jade: What's troubling toi Bartholomew?
Bartholomew: I'm not sure. I was expecting either a long stay ou a very short trip.
Jade: That's not too bad.
Bartholomew: Well, I don't want anypony that's too young to be killed.
Jade: Oh don't worry, we're all over seventeen. Besides, toi did a very good job handling the situation.
Bartholomew: Well, thanks.
The road divisé, split in three ways. One truck went straight, another went left, and the last one went right.
The truck Bartholomew was in stopped in a field.
Discord: *Opens door*
Bartholomew: What's happening?
Discord: All right. toi can get out now, and stretch your legs. It will take hours before toi reach the camp.
Bartholomew & Other ponies: *Get out of truck*
Bartholomew: toi know Jade, all this has been quite interesting. With the tunnel digging, the running from enemies, and Tom, Dick, and Harry. It kept me well alive. toi know Jade-
Changeling 89: *Loading machine gun*
Bartholomew: *Sees machine gun*
Changeling 89: *Shooting Ponies*
Nearby, Discord, and Queen Chrysalis were standing on a small hill, as their bodies became silhouettes alongside the sunset.
suivant morning at the prison camp.
Celestia: *Walks into Gilda's office*
Gilda: Eleven of your ponies are being returned today.
Celestia: Will anymore ponies arrive?
Gilda: I don't know. *Grabs paper* I regret to inform you.... That fifty of your soldiers were... Executed yesterday evening.
Celestia: How many of them were wounded?
Gilda: Here's the liste of the dead *Gives Celestia list*
Celestia: How many of the fifty were wounded?!
Gilda: None, that I know of. Doctor Robotnik will only allow me to tell you, that fifty of your soldiers were...
Celestia: I see. *takes list*
A few minutes later, she was lire the liste outloud.
Celestia: Alicorn Amulet. Amamda Licciardi. Bankrupt Frank. Bartholomew Perfect the 55th.
What about Volk, and Pablo? They weren't caught par anyone as they rowed their bateau towards the docks, and got on board a tramp steamer that was being loaded. They were going to Hawaii.
As for Sigmund, he was on his way to Russia.
French Stallion: Good luck.
Sigmund: Thanks.
French Stallion: *Walks away*
Russian Stallion: *Carrying rifle* Cэр, I am your guide.
Sigmund: And you're russian?
Russian Stallion: да.
Sigmund: Good. You, and me will get along just fine. *Pats russian stallion on the back twice, and walks to Russia*
Back at the prison camp
Shredder: *Arrives with other ponies*
Celestia: Ah, good. I'm glad to see you're all safe?
Shredder: Did anypony else arrive?
Celestia: No. You're the first ones here. Where's Brewster?
Shredder: He didn't make it. Bartholomew was right about that.
Celestia: I'm afraid Bartholomew didn't make it either.
Shredder: What?
Celestia: They just posté a liste of fifty ponies that just got shot. The changelings killed them.
Prisoner 36: They killed Bartholomew, Jade, and even Sacred Symphony?
Celestia: Yes.
Shredder: Volk, and Pablo?
Celestia: No, they're not on the list. Bartholomew's idea was to get back at the enemy the hardest way possible. In my opinion, he did that.
Shredder: And toi think it was worth all the trouble he went through?
Celestia: That depends on your point of view Shredder.
Soon, a car arrived with Discord, and a few Italian Soldiers.
Discord: *Gets out of car* Achtung!
Griffons: *Saluting Discord*
Gilda: *Walks up*
Discord: She is not to be saluted. Get her out of here.
Griffons: *Put Gilda in car*
Seargent Schultz: *Stops in car*
Sean: *Steps out of Seargent's car*
Gilda: Well I see toi got a lot of scratches on you.
Sean: Yeah, I fell off a motorcycle. How many?
Gilda: Fifty.
Sean: Wow.
Gilda: It seems, that you'll be seeing the Griffon Kingdom before the war ends after all.
Discord: Get her out of here.
Italian Soldiers: *drives away*
Discord: And toi are going into the cooler.
Sean: I'm not surprised about that. *Walks to cooler*
arc en ciel Dash: salut Sean! *Throws baseball mit, and ball*
Sean: *Catches ball, and mit*
Griffon 44: *Opens door*
Sean: *Goes in cooler*
Griffon 55: *Opens cell door*
Sean: *Walks in cell*
Griffon 55: *Locks door*
This fanfiction is dedicated to the fifty that have been killed.
The End.
