James, Danny, and Kevin were all busy dragging the unconscious bodies inside, while Winslow talked to the little girl scout. Said girl scout was about 9 years old, medium length blonde hair, and very tall. She was almost as tall as Danny!

"Ok kid, thanks again for the chocolate chip cookies, make sure to tell your mom that you've been a good little sales girl, and just remember to tell her that you lost your cookie supply to muggers and just happened to find $100 on the ground."

"Yeah, yeah. I got it. And no telling the cops anything, blah blah."

"Smart kids these days."

"Have a nice day mister."

"Yeah, you too."

Winslow scanned the area, but thankfully everyone in the park and everyone on the other side of the road seemed to be sleeping or at work. He looked back to his trailer to see the last of the bodies being pulled in. He was about to follow when he noticed the little girl still standing there.

"Uh, you can go now, kid."

"Well it just occurred to me, Mr., that you aren't in any position to tell me what to do. I mean, I could still go and tell the cops..."

"Fuck me, fine. How much more do you want?"

"Oh, I don't know. Judging from how much money it looked like you have, I'd say an extra five hundred wouldn't be outa the question."

Winslow seriously considered shooting this little girl in the face, but that would only cause more problems and then they'd really have the cops roaming around.

"Sure, let's go get your money, you little fuck faced wise ass."

"Thanks shit head. That'll be and extra hundred bucks to add on for every bit of trash I hear spewing from your mouth."

Winslow now had the unfortunate task of keeping all of his insults for a nine-year old girl scout inside his head... shit!

The two entered the trailer house and Winslow got the money, while the girl watched the other three tie the bodies up.

"Why are you tying up dead bodies?"

"Cuz there not dead." James responded, semi-irritated that the girl was still around.

"So, why tie them up?"

"For all we know, they might be crazy drug induced morons who could get all stabby and or shooty when they wake up." Danny replied.

Kevin got done tying and looked at the kid.

"If you don't mind my asking, little one, why are you still here?"

"Why are you wearing an ugly mask?"

Kevin said nothing, and went back to examining the bodies, checking pockets and the like.

Winslow returned with six hundred dollar bills.

"Whoa whoa, I said an extra five hundred, as well as adding a hundred for every insult thrown."

"Yeah, five hundred plus one hundred. Six hundred dollars."

"No, original hundred, adding extra five hundred, plus one insult, equals seven hundred."

"Yeah, I had a feeling you'd try to swindle a few more bucks." Winslow reached in his pocket and gave her another hundred. "Your mother must be proud."

"I'm sorry, did you just say you wanted to give me even more money?"

Winslow sighed and threw up his hands. "I didn't say anything of the sort."

The girl glared right into Winslow's eyes. She stood up a little higher

"Damn right. Now I may pop back in later, and if my innocent little eyes still see something that may seem illegal, well, you're going to be buying some expensive cookies... for a loooong while. So have a nice day, sir."

Winslow watched as the girl then calmly turned and walked back out with money in tow. She gave one last little smug smile before shutting the door hard, making Danny jump in surprise.

"What's her problem? She just got several hundred dollars. If I were her I'd be much happier."

Winslow still felt sore from the confrontation.

"Danny, if you were her you'd have already spent $100 by now and literally drowned yourself with wine."

"Like I said, I'd be happy."

Kevin tilted his head and motioned for the others to take a look.

"What is it Kev?"

"It... looks like Latin... I fond this note in the pocket of the lady. Maybe they're from Italy or something."

"Kevin, what exactly would a group of Italians be doing around this neighborhood, let alone this city?"

Kevin shrugged, and James took the note. "Hey, I think I know what this says. Esto vigilans, et mente. It means..."

"Wake and remember."

The four boys' heads snapped towards the adult, who now stirred softly and woke.

In one of the alleyways of New Mangrove City, a larger place about thirty miles NorthWest of Emerald City, a bright flash appeared for a second. And in that short second, two beings materialized. One of them a tall Native American man with long black hair tied in a ponytail, and the other a very pale man with light, curly blonde hair. Both wore black tuxedos and black sunglasses. The Native American drew out an what looked like a stick, until it split in half and displayed a hologram of the world.

"So," the pale one commented in a slightly high pitched, whiny tone (not that he was whining, just kinda that higher, more annoying voice). "I'm guessing we're at least in the right continent this time."

"Indeed," said the Native American in an odd British accent, "and our targets are no more than forty eight point two eight zero three kilometers away."

"Good, good. We get to walk thirty miles." The pale one sighed. His partner gave an annoyed gaze.

"Hey, at least it's not like last time. Last time we had to hunt assassins in Europe and she transported us to Australia."

"In my defense, there were a lot of Europeans there at the time."

The Native American touched his ear, which was implanted with a chip that connected him to their comrade. "It's quite alright. We still ended up getting him. How about some intel on our newest targets?"

"Ok. So far, it looks like... ah, seven targets. It looks like in their previous world some were able to have magic abilities."

"So can they still do it here?" The pale one asked, getting less whiny.

"No, they're powerless. Though it seems there is still a strong connection between three of them and whatever world they came from. The pattern of their arrival looks familiar. I think it could be something with Muda."

"Damn." Both beings said, with the Native American one looking more angry, and the pale one looking more concerned.

"Either way, this is a standard procedure, just end the newcomers, and everything should be fine."

"Yep, standard stuff, right?" The pale one looked hopefully towards the Native American, who just looked bitterly at the sky. The pale one sighed and touched his ear.

"So, who are these newcomers? Cause if they're assassins again, or beings from the Disney realm or the Baccano realm then I think I'll let Muda do whatever the hell he wants."

"They're ponies."

...

"Ok, now seriously who the hell are we hunting?"

Both beings could hear a sigh in their ears.

Discord popped just outside the doors to the palace of Princesses Celestia and Luna. He knew that ever since his last little espionage, he wasn't allowed to teleport in, under threat of stoning. He lifted his paw to rap on the door, but paused. Now, apparently something was going to happen to his pony friends. Something bad. But also, maybe something that wouldn't let them use their powers against him.

He slowly lowered his paw, putting his talon to his chin while pondering his situation. 'True, they may be hurt, but when am I ever going to get this chance again? I could actually cause some chaos without the bore patrol to stop me.' Then again, he didn't really know what happened to them, and maybe the thing was already vanquished, like so many other random foes of the ponies. But if this being was powerful enough to actually make him BLEED, then he was sure it could at least take on one of the ponies.

"Hiya Discord, whatcha thinkin about?"

Discord jumped out of his train of thought (which had just turned into a literal thing that was flying above his head), and looked down at Pinkie Pie, who tilted her head and smiled at him.

"Oh, so that moody guy didn't actually get you ponies yet?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Discord was half relieved, half disappointed. He would've had a chance to bring back some chaos to this boring, cheery world around him, and that little happy thought of his was taken away by the mere presence of this little pink pony. He frowned as he spoke. "So, where are your friends?"

"Oh, they got sucked up in an evil whatchamacallit and placed into another dimension." Discord had to do a double take as the pony just sat and smiled.

"I'm sorry, did you just say-"

"Yeah, that evil thing in the suit did it. After I got sucked up I just went back and saw him standing alone and giving a melodramatic speech. So, are we going to go talk to Princess Celestia about the problem?"

...

"Well Pinkie, how about you go talk to her, while I... go rummage in my cave for some... supplies that could help us out." Discord gave his best innocent smile.

"Okey Dokey Lokie!"

Pinkie then cheerily walked past him and went into the castle, while Discord slowly backed away, until disappearing with a pop. 'Looks like I'll get to have some fun after all.'

Muda watched all the actions through vortexes happen with small smile. He was glad that Discord actually realized the potential for free chaos. 'Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.' He then moved his attention to the vortex showing the two agents. 'Oh goody, it's him again.' he thought with a malicious smile as he looked at the taller of the two. This was indeed going to be a fun little test. It was unfortunate how inevitable the result would be. It took away all the starting suspense.

"Well, I'm sure nobody up in management will be too sad to see this universe destroyed. Even if it is still decently popular. I need to keep my image up if I want a promotion." Muda stretched his arms, closed his brief case, (with the vortexes sliding in), and got out from behind a desk. He carried his briefcase out of the large building and got into a small car, which he drove to his small house.

He inhaled slightly and exhaled loudly as he entered his cozy abode, all made possible by his job as God of Gods: Chaos branch. Soon he hoped to get a promotion to God of Everything, but he'd have to knock down a few guys in front to get to that position. Still, it was nice just existing in the master universe, having control over so many insignificant lives that were created just for the entertainment of those in his universe.

He got to his bed and jumped into a laying position. He got under the covers and went to sleep. Tomorrow may just bring some nice results.

Author's Note

Well, it appears that I got a comment, and about 8 people bothered to inform me of either their dislike or their like for this moronic story I've come up with... honestly I flattered. Thanks for all the read guys. Have a pleasant day.