Hawkeye, Coffee Creme, and Percy continued on their way to Denver.
Hawkeye: We'll get there soon.
Percy: How's the fuel?
Hawkeye: We got half a tender full of coal, and we're a quarter empty on water.
Coffee Creme: Now that we got the info on our fuel down, how about getting plus l’espace in this cab? There's a reason only two ponies are needed to drive a steam locomotive.
Hawkeye: How about toi stand on the tender?
Coffee Creme: Never mind. I'll stay in here with you.
Hawkeye: A smart decision. Now, we should be going downhill for a while. Let's cruise down, and not use any fuel, ou the brakes.
Coffee Creme: Sounds good to me.
Hawkeye: *Continues driving engine to Denver*
Meanwhile, at the new station, near Cheyenne.
Pete: Alright, let's see what kind of musique they got. *Turns on radio*
Radio Pony: A crew of three ponies on the Union Pacific are going to Denver in one locomotive to bring all of their engines back to Cheyenne.
Pete: Who are they?!
Radio Pony: We will get information about the ponies driving the train later. We now return with a new type of musique called Rock & Roll.
Metal Gloss: Are they doing alright?
Pete: How should I know? For all I know, those three ponies could be visitors from the Southern Pacific.
Meanwhile, Hawkeye had his radio on, and was listening to the same song.
Hawkeye: *Singing along to song*
Hawkeye: *Continues singing*
Hawkeye: *Still singing*
Coffee Creme: PIERCE!!
Hawkeye: *Turns off radio* Yes madam?
Coffee Creme: Please keep that garbage off? It's bad for you.
Hawkeye: It's just music. How is it bad for you?
Coffee Creme: It's.. How do toi say, Devil's music.
Hawkeye: I will never understand toi french ponies.
When they arrived at Denver, they saw all the engines lined up in one siding.
Hawkeye: Alright. This is perfect. We can just couple up to those engines in ours, and take them back to Denver. Frenchy, get in the diesel. Me, and Percy will stay here.
Coffee Creme: *Goes to diesel* There's twenty diesels coupled up together. Wow.
Hawkeye: Coffee, hurry up!
Coffee Creme: *Gets in diesel*
Mafia poney 95: *Arriving from grocery store* That was a fun bingo match they had.
Mafia poney 53: Yeah. Too bad I didn't win anything.
Mafia poney 95: Who gives a shit?
Hawkeye: Okay, we need to go now. *Drives back to Cheyenne*
Coffee Creme: *Following Hawkeye*
Mafia poney 95: *Sees engines leaving* Hey! Somepony is taking all our engines away.
Mafia poney 53: They aren't really ours. We just a volé, étole them.
Mafia poney 95: Aw, be quiet!
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