Date: December 23, 1960
Location: Denver, Coltorado
Time: 8:33 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Railroad poney 34: *Watching the tree*
Railroad poney 30: *Also watching the tree* toi know when the train gets here?
Railroad poney 34: Ten O' Clock.
Railroad poney 30: And those gangsters aren't around, right?
Railroad poney 34: Let's hope not, otherwise this won't be a very merry Christmas.
Hawkeye: *Narrating* Now this isn't the part where everything is great, that's coming up later. This part is plus action packed than I was hoping for.
Stylo: *Driving the train* How much longer until we get to Denver?
Hawkeye: Eighty minutes.
This car started to follow them
Stylo: *Looks at the car suivant to the train* Is it common for Oldsmobiles to travel on dirt?
Hawkeye: No. Especially when it's going suivant to train tracks.
Oldsmobile Pony: Hey, are toi guys going to get the Christmas arbre from Denver?
Stylo: Yeah. What about it?
Oldsmobile Pony: *Grabs a revolver, and shoots the engine near Stylo's head*
Hawkeye: That's the wrong answer. He doesn't want us getting that tree. *Increases speed*
Oldsmobile Pony: *Fires two plus bullets*
Stylo: We have nothing to shoot him with.
Hawkeye: We just have to outrun him.
The train was going 70, but the car was easily keeping up with it.
Oldsmobile Pony: *Fires three plus bullets*
Stylo: He's out of bullets now.
Hawkeye: And he can't drive while reloading.
Oldsmobile Pony: *Stops the car*
Stylo & Hawkeye: *Laughing* We Lost him.
Stylo: Now how long will it take us to reach Denver?
Hawkeye: 78 minutes.
Stylo: If it's anything like the last 2 minutes, toi better let me out now. *Laughs*
Up ahead, there were plus gangsters.
Gangster poney 49: *Blocking the tracks with dynamite* Think of all the big bucks we could make with that arbre in Denver fellas.
Gangster poney 94: *Leaning on a Cadillac* We just gotta stop the train, and get there before anyone else can take it.
Hawkeye: *Spots the gangsters in front of him, and stops the train*
Stylo: *Looks ahead of him* Shit.
Gangster Ponies: *Blow up the tracks*
Stylo: What the fuck do we do now?
Hawkeye: Take an alternate route. *Driving backwards*
Conductor: *Talking on the radio* Why are we going backwards?
Stylo: *Talks on the radio* The track up ahead is no good. Gangsters blew it up. We're taking an alternate route.
Conductor: *Spots the Oldsmobile from earlier, and talks on the radio* I think we got plus company.
Hawkeye: *Passes the switch, and moves forward*
Gangster poney 94: Crap. He's going around.
The gangsters got in their cars, and drove towards the train.
Stylo: toi know? I overheard toi narrating earlier, and I have to agree with you. This is too much action for me.
Hawkeye: It'll be over soon. Our train is plus fuel efficient than their cars, they can't chase us forever.
Gangsters: *Following the train, and shooting the caboose*
Conductor: *On the radio, while taking cover* Can we go any faster?!
Hawkeye: *Talks on the radio* 75 is our haut, retour au début speed.
Conductor: Alright, I'll deal with them. *Grabs a revolver from a box to his left, and shoots the driver of one Cadillac*
Gangster Ponies: *Still following in the Oldsmobile, and another Cadillac*
Conductor: *Shoots the drivers of both cars, then gets back on the radio* All clear.
Stylo: Really? toi killed them?
Conductor: Just the drivers. They won't catch up to us anytime soon.
Hawkeye: Well then. What do toi say we go get that Christmas tree?
Stylo: Ai ai Captain.
Hawkeye: *Narrating* Like I said, too much action for my liking, but we'll get to the better part soon.
2 B Continued