My little poney

The Costanza's had another plan to try and make Vito & Jerry rejoin their life of crime.

Harlan: *Slowly pushing 5 flatcars towards a crane*
Costanza poney 76: *Standing on a bateau with a sniper rifle*
Costanza poney 74: *Looking through a pair of binoculars* I think I see him. He's in a grey switcher par the turquoise crane.
Costanza poney 76: *Looks through his fusil, carabine scope* I see him. These waves will make it tricky to shoot him while driving the train. I'll need to wait for him to stop.
SP poney 62: *Watching the flatcars* You're good!
Harlan: *Stops his train*
Costanza poney 76: *Fires a bullet*
Harlan:...

Los Angeles, February 22nd, 1982

Narrator: After a few weeks, Jerry and I finally got to go to LA for our vacation with Harlan, Kayla, and Penny. We spent most of our time at the beach, and on the boardwalk.

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Band: One, two, a one two three.
Vito: *Watching the sunset as he walks onto the boardwalk with the others*

The jour quickly turned into dark as the five ponies had fun on Pacific Park at Santa Monica Pier. Lights were flashing everywhere as they walked all over the boardwalk.

Vito: Jerry, toi gotta try the pretzels.
Jerry: Only if toi try the burgers.
Vito: Fair enough.

Several Mexicans...

March 8, 1983

Narrator: Vito somehow convinced the manager to allow the three of us to stay in The Ink House for the entire two months we went hiding in Zinfandel. It was time for us to head back to San Franciscolt. We would be hiding right under the noses of the mob. Our apartment was on Cora Street. Harlan got a job in Alameda working for the Southern Pacific as an engineer. He quickly gained experience while me and Vito worked at 7-11.
Vito: *Mopping the floor* How the hell do so many ponies drink lots of coffee within half an hour?
Jerry: It's a nightmare.
Boss: Hey, less talking and plus working....

Jerry: Sorry, but I got nothing.
Vito: I don't feel like dying. That's the reason we left the family in the first place.
Harlan: *Hears a car* What's that? *Looks out the window*
Vito: What is it?
Harlan: A cop.

The three stallions started to panic, but Vito had a plan.

Vito: I think I know what to do. Go upstairs and let me handle this.
Police Pony: *Rings the doorbell*
Vito: *Opens the door* How can I help toi officer?
Police Pony: We got a complaint a while ago. Apparently this morning, some ponies had a gunfight just in front of your house. toi know anything about this?
Vito: No. I was riding the...

Q and a few other ponies from the Costanza mob made their way into Napa.

Vito: *Walks to his car with Penny*
Q: *Driving a lincoln Towncar*
Costanza poney 45: I see 'em.
Q: Okay. Let's déplacer in.
Vito: *Starts his car, and turns around*
Q: *Floors it*
Vito: *Looks back, and makes a left turn*
Q: *Spins out of control, but quickly starts chasing Vito again*
Vito: I really thought it would take them longer to find us.
Penny: Do toi have another gun?
Vito: In the dashboard. Can toi shoot him for me?
Penny: *Grabs a Beretta M9* Okay, here I go.
Q: *Taps the back of Vito's car*
Penny: Whoa. *Holding the gun with...

At the general store, Vito and Jerry got Harlan hired, and the three stallions started working together.

Harlan: I'll play along for now, but I'm quitting the seconde I find a better job.
Vito: I don't trust you. If toi do find a "better job" I need to know what it is.
Jerry: *Arrives with a chariot, panier carrying snacks* Harlan, they need toi over at Dairy.
Harlan: I'm going over there right now. *Heads for dairy*
Mare: *Watches Harlan walking towards her* Have toi ever done facing before?
Harlan: What?
Mare: All toi gotta do is check our products and make sure that the items aren't expired. toi want to be...

January 2, 1983

Vito: *Looking at a long piece of paper*
Jerry: *Walks into the house* What's that?
Vito: Bills. Everything we're doing to save money isn't working.
Jerry: I knew it would be tougher to make money this way, but I thought it would be easier.
Vito: I'm gonna talk to Harlan. He doesn't have a car. Maybe he's been lying about going to work.
Harlan: *Walks into the house* Hello cousins.
Vito: Hi Harlan. What job did toi say toi had?
Harlan: I'm working at the pharmacy down the street.
Vito: The Rite-Aid?
Harlan: That's the one.
Vito: How're they treating toi over there?
Harlan: Good.
Vito: I'm...