Seattle, the destination of four stallions that want to get a promotion. Larry goes into his company's headquarters to speak with the big stallion. The boss.
Larry: *Enters the boss' office*
Boss: Ah, Larry Wilcox. Tell me how everyone is doing.
Larry: Well, since I didn't tell anyone to follow those four ponies with cameras to film them, I don't know.
Boss: Ah never mind. We're starring in a movie that won't be produced until 55 years later. Let's take a look at how everyone's doing via montage.
Bob: *Driving an Oldsmobile*
Boss: Bob Newhart has stolen a really nice convertible with help from Pierce Hawkins. However, during lunch time at a burger joint, Pierce had to use the bathroom. Bob used this opportunity to leave par himself.
Pierce: *Driving a Pontiac half a mile behind Bob*
Boss: As for Pierce, he found an equally nice Pontiac and is now on the same road that Bob is on.
Karl: *Driving away from two ponies in a Thunderbird*
Boss: Karl was unfortunate enough to be supervised par the FBI when he kept stealing cars. He wanted something nice to arrive in, but I don't think the Feds are going to make it any easier for him. And Tom? He's mad at the FBI for scratching his Cadillac while pursuing Karl. Now he's pursuing them, wrecking their T-Bird in the process.
Larry: *Surprised* How did toi do that?
Boss: I told toi we were working on a film that wouldn't be produced until 55 years later.
The sun was now setting, and Bob arrived in San Franciscolt.
Bob: *Barely keeping his eyes open* I need to find a place to sleep. *Parks his car on the street*
Pierce: *A block down the road, watching Bob go into the apartment* Nice place toi chose Bob. *Parks his car behind Bob's*
Over 30 miles east of San Franciscolt was another town called Stockton. It was also south of Sacramento.
Karl: *Driving through Stockton at 90 miles an hour*
poney 1: *Following Karl*
poney 2: Hey, what about that poney in the Cadillac?
poney 1: He's not important right now. We need to stop that guy in the Saratoga.
Tom: *Taps the back end of the Thunderbird* I'm just getting started toi imbeciles! Come on! Turn around and just try to hit my car again! I dare you!!
Mare: I don't think that's necessary.
Tom: Well I do. Watch this. *Pushes the back of the car from the right, and makes the FBI ponies spin out*
poney 1: *Hits a feu hydrant, another car, and knocks down a rue lamp*
The rue lamp smashed the windows of a store.
Tom: It's over.
Mare: Now what are we going to do?
Tom: Remember what we did when I first picked toi up?
Mare: Oh yeah. That was fun.
Tom: Let's go to a hotel for the night, and do that again.
Mare: *Sees Karl pulling into a hotel* Your friend is stopping there.
Tom: Then let's go there. He probably won't even notice us.
2 B Continued
Larry: *Enters the boss' office*
Boss: Ah, Larry Wilcox. Tell me how everyone is doing.
Larry: Well, since I didn't tell anyone to follow those four ponies with cameras to film them, I don't know.
Boss: Ah never mind. We're starring in a movie that won't be produced until 55 years later. Let's take a look at how everyone's doing via montage.
Bob: *Driving an Oldsmobile*
Boss: Bob Newhart has stolen a really nice convertible with help from Pierce Hawkins. However, during lunch time at a burger joint, Pierce had to use the bathroom. Bob used this opportunity to leave par himself.
Pierce: *Driving a Pontiac half a mile behind Bob*
Boss: As for Pierce, he found an equally nice Pontiac and is now on the same road that Bob is on.
Karl: *Driving away from two ponies in a Thunderbird*
Boss: Karl was unfortunate enough to be supervised par the FBI when he kept stealing cars. He wanted something nice to arrive in, but I don't think the Feds are going to make it any easier for him. And Tom? He's mad at the FBI for scratching his Cadillac while pursuing Karl. Now he's pursuing them, wrecking their T-Bird in the process.
Larry: *Surprised* How did toi do that?
Boss: I told toi we were working on a film that wouldn't be produced until 55 years later.
The sun was now setting, and Bob arrived in San Franciscolt.
Bob: *Barely keeping his eyes open* I need to find a place to sleep. *Parks his car on the street*
Pierce: *A block down the road, watching Bob go into the apartment* Nice place toi chose Bob. *Parks his car behind Bob's*
Over 30 miles east of San Franciscolt was another town called Stockton. It was also south of Sacramento.
Karl: *Driving through Stockton at 90 miles an hour*
poney 1: *Following Karl*
poney 2: Hey, what about that poney in the Cadillac?
poney 1: He's not important right now. We need to stop that guy in the Saratoga.
Tom: *Taps the back end of the Thunderbird* I'm just getting started toi imbeciles! Come on! Turn around and just try to hit my car again! I dare you!!
Mare: I don't think that's necessary.
Tom: Well I do. Watch this. *Pushes the back of the car from the right, and makes the FBI ponies spin out*
poney 1: *Hits a feu hydrant, another car, and knocks down a rue lamp*
The rue lamp smashed the windows of a store.
Tom: It's over.
Mare: Now what are we going to do?
Tom: Remember what we did when I first picked toi up?
Mare: Oh yeah. That was fun.
Tom: Let's go to a hotel for the night, and do that again.
Mare: *Sees Karl pulling into a hotel* Your friend is stopping there.
Tom: Then let's go there. He probably won't even notice us.
2 B Continued
