Decapitating Harmony

Chapter 7 – The Farm

The early morning sunrise cast dark shadows across the town while birds sang to welcome the day. Scroot groggily punched the power switch of his coffee pot looking over the messy office. Files were still laid out on the table and the front door had been wired shut with twine.

He went back to the bedroom thinking that it was too early to deal with that bullshit. He opened his dresser and laid out one of hundreds of black ties which were barely discernible from one another. Each tie bearing its own hoof stitched design hidden in the dark color. He held it down on the end-table with a hoof as if it were going to escape upon release and folded it expertly into his famous eldredge knot. It was an exercise that his wife had given him when he was a police officer. She told him that if he was unable to tie the knot before shift, he wasn't mentally sharp enough to work that day, and he especially wasn't safe to go out and contest with criminals.

He slipped the tie over his head and flattened it under his collar before taking it in his teeth and tightening it. The coffee maker gurgled as final drips of the black liquid disturbed the vessel's contents. He pulled one of dozens of stark white ceramic coffee mugs in the cabinet below the coffee maker and poured the drink into his cup. The plastic sandwich boat next to the coffee maker that he'd taken home from the Ponyville Cafe was filled with packets of cream and sugar which had remained untouched for years. He thought to himself, “I'll throw it out tomorrow,” much in the same way as the previous day, and the day before that, et cetera.

Movement in the window next to the front door caught Scroot's eye as he looked up mid-sip. Speaking of bullshit, Envoy waved excitedly with a wide grin worn on her whole head. She pointed at the door mouthing for Scroot to open it.

He announced loudly, “Nopony's home!”

Her smile fell from her face staring flatly at Scroot before pointing once at the door again.

Scroot smiled and left his coffee on the table. He fiddled with the twine for a moment and pulled open the door, “You're up early.” He said.

“Yeah,” She invited herself into the office.

Scroot nodded, “Coffee?”

“Sure.” She said as her horn glowed quickly straightening up the office placing files in their place and pouring herself a cup of coffee simultaneously. He swore he'd marry that filly if she wasn't so young.

“Did you get a report from Pinkie and Applejack?” Scroot asked leaning to the table and taking another sip of his coffee.

“Ugh!” She exclaimed recoiling from the strongly bitter taste of the coffee.

“I thought you liked it black.” Scroot chuckled.

“This is like year old motor oil.” Envoy said emptying the coffee back into the pot.

“Pinkie and Applejack, Envoy.” He said trotting to the front desk. He retrieved a fresh carton of cigarettes tearing open the box and tossing a pack onto the table before returning the carton to the drawer.

“They got very detailed statements from a few ponies that saw Trixie rent the cart from Teddy's Transportation.” She said pouring the harsh coffee into a craft and starting a milder brew.

“That's good. I was sure they'd fuck it all up.” Scroot said removing a cigarette from the pack.

“They thought they would too, I guess. Pinkie interviewed Teddy and was very thorough. We know he went to primary school in Dodge Junction, his favorite color, and they way he likes to eat spaghetti.” Envoy explained spooning grounds onto the filter.

Scroot walked to Envoy mutely holding the cigarette towards her horn. She lit it for him as she filled the reservoir with water and closed the lid on the coffee maker. Envoy's magic flashed yellow over the power button.

“So, how does he eat his spaghetti?” He asked pulling deeply on the cigarette. That first puff of the day from a fresh pack mixed with the dark coffee on his palette was always the best part of life for him. “We may need to know that if this thing goes to trial.”

“He's a slurper.” Envoy chuckled.

Scroot shook his head with a smile pursed around the cigarette, “That bastard.”

“More importantly, Pinkie gave us another lead.” Envoy said in a professional tone.

“What's that?” Scroot said sitting at the table while Envoy slid an ash tray next to his coffee mug.

“Trixie used to work on that Rock Farm east of here when she was forced to take a break from the travelling magician stuff.” Envoy said also taking a seat as her coffee brewed.

“Travelling magician?” Scroot laughed filling the air with smoke, “In a world where unicorns use magic to wipe their asses, why the fuck would anypony be interested in a magic show? Maybe that's why she had to take the break.”

Envoy smiled, “Actually, she was ostracized having been shown up by a better unicorn, and it put an end to her little magic act.”

Scroot leaned down placing the cigarette on the ash tray and then took a sip of coffee, “Somepony showed her up, huh?”

The grey unicorn leaned in closely with a raised brow, “Guess what particular somepony.”

He looked up from his coffee at Envoy, “Who?” He felt the need to ask although he already knew what the answer was going to be.

Envoy leaned back crossing her hooves, “None other than our Twilight Sparkle.”

Scroot nodded mutely settling into a strange emotion that he didn't feel very often. As the evidence built, Rainbow's innocence became more apparent. He felt worse and worse for making the decision to detain Rainbow Dash from society in a deep seeded sorrowful regret for having arrested her.

“That sounds like probable cause, Envoy.” Scroot finally said.

She poured a cup of coffee from across the room with her magic. A sizzle of the coffee still dripping and boiling on the burner was silenced when she returned the pot. The mug floated to her as she watched Scroot staring into his own cup in gloom.

She took a sip from her coffee and asked, “Are you okay, Scroot?”

“I just feel bad for Rainbow.” He said.

“It’ll all be okay eventually.” Envoy assured. “We’ll go up to Canterlot when the District Attorney’s Office opens and withdraw the complaint.”

“Admonishing her from the crime is great and all, but I still fucked up.” Scroot shook his head, “How am I supposed to ask her forgiveness for taking the last four days from her?”

Envoy furrowed her brow and set her cup down on the table. His cigarette was slowly smoldering away with ghostly gray ash clinging to the front of it. He appeared shaken.

“The fact that you’re this worried about her feelings makes me believe you’re coming down with something.” Envoy said. “Should I get a thermometer?”

Scroot rolled his eyes, “I’m not sick.” He tapped the butt of the cigarette releasing the ash into the tray before picking it up in his lips and drawing on it. He sighed in a cloud of smoke and shook his head again. “I think I’m turning gay.”

Envoy smiled and let out a half-chuckle and half-scoff, “Why would you say that?”

“These ponies are getting to me. I have a respect for Applejack, Rarity makes me smile, Pinkie Pie has been very helpful, and Fluttershy is ballsy. I’m starting to like them.”

“Enjoying the company of other ponies doesn’t make you gay.” Envoy stated with a smile.

“I don’t know. I feel sad right now. I’ve arrested the wrong pony before, and I just said, ‘my bad, you’ll get over it’ and told them to trot on.” He explained.

“You probably didn’t have a relationship with those ponies’ friends.” Envoy pointed out.

“No, I didn’t, and they usually also had convinced me that they were guilty of something else that they hadn’t got caught for. They were usually piece of shit inner-city ponies that would get hemmed up for stumbling on the body of their dealer or other type of shit like that.” Scroot dabbed the cigarette on the ash tray extinguishing it before continuing, “They wouldn’t have been falsely accused if they didn’t have bad intentions in the first place.”

Envoy attempted to mix a packet of sugar into her coffee, but the caked powder refused to drop out of the packaging. She set the packet down and met Scroot’s discouraging gaze. His face looked old with wrinkles presenting his sorrow.

“She will forgive you eventually.” Envoy said.

“I’m sure, but I doubt she wants anything to do with me right now.” Scroot shrugged, “I can let Celestia do it.”

Envoy raised a brow at Scroot, “So, have the princess issue the release because you’re afraid of seeing Rainbow Dash and admitting that you were wrong?”

Scroot flashed an angry glare at Envoy, “What the fuck is with everypony insistent on taking me down a peg or two?”

She shrugged, “I’m just pointing out what appears to be going on.”

His eyes squinted and his lips pursed together. His face became rosy before he stood abruptly nudging the table and spilling his coffee.

She sat in surprise at his outburst and stared wide-eyed trying to comprehend the source of his tantrum. He had never acted this way towards her, and she was one of the few ponies that could say whatever she wanted to him without retort.

“Fuck you, Envoy.” He growled as he made his way out of the cabin leaving Envoy dumbstruck seated in the silent house with nothing but the light patter of his coffee dripping on the floor.

* * *

After lying for hours without sleep, Rarity got out of bed and went to the wardrobe. She pulled open the double doors with her magic and viewed the contents trying to piece together an outfit that may catch a certain somepony's eye. She needed something that would compliment a hat which was certainly required to hide her restless features. A little make-up does go a long way, but if she tried to cover her sleeplessness, she'd look like a clown; thus, a nice outfit should take the attention off her puffy tired eyes.

Magically encompassed foundation pads, mascara brushes, and shadow pens floated around her as if in automation while she layered her 'go outside face' under her eyes and on her cheeks. She levitated a cerise cloche affixing it to her head and pushing her ears through it. She shook her head and tossed it back into the closet carelessly. She lowered a black banded boater over her left ear, but rejected it as well.

She settled on a simple wide brimmed amethyst sun hat accented with a braided moderate lemon colored yarn cord around the torso of the crown. It was a perfect match to her dull canary chiffon scarf laid casually around her neck secured with a shiny yet unpretentious gold and violet sapphire brooch. She doubted that Scroot would notice purple and yellow aren't in season for another month, and besides, it gave her a chance to finally wear that plum alligator leather clutch with the gold cross body chain. An impulse buy becoming a handy accessory means it's going to be a good day.

Sweetie Belle, Rarity's younger sister, was in the kitchen creating a culinary mystery and filling the home with a smoky smell.

“Sweetie Belle, dear, what is it that you're trying to make?” Rarity inquired startling the little white unicorn that nearly fell from the stool on which she was standing.

“Pancakes, sis! You want one?” Sweetie Belle answered with the spatula in her mouth. She hadn't quite gotten the gist of using magic to manipulate objects heavier than a few ounces with any amount of accuracy, but she was working on it. She practiced once a day on one of Rarity's brooms.

Rarity looked over the lumps of brown batter, “No, I don't think so.”

“More for me!” Sweetie Belle declared lifting a 'pancake' from the skillet and taking a bite. She glanced over to Rarity with a pained look and struggled to maintain her smile, “Are you sure you don't want any?”

“I'm sure, thank you.” Rarity smiled.

“Why are you all dressed up?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“We’re going to Canterlot to get Rainbow out of...” Rarity quickly attempted to think of a vague lie, “...Rainbow is coming back to Ponyville, and we’re meeting with her in Canterlot.”

“That's good.” Sweetie Belle said passively.

Rarity levitated a stack of bits from her bag and placed it on the counter, “Whenever you’re done trying to burn down the house, you can go to the cafe with your friends for some real food.”

“Oh.” Sweetie Belle looked disappointed, “I was just getting warmed up. The Crusaders are coming over so we can get our cooking cutie marks!”

Rarity shook her head, “Not in my house.”

Sweetie belle stepped down from the stove with a defeated sigh, “Fine.”

“Well, I'm off. Please, Sweetie Belle. Don't burn the house down.” Rarity said as she tugged open the front door with her magic and closed it behind her.

As she cantered north through Ponyville, she averted her eyes from the library and paid close attention to the bustling ponies. The carts squealed with rickety whines as they traversed the dirt paths, and the indiscernible words of stern bargaining from customers to vendors contributed to the dull roar of the town’s early morning crowd.

Rarity spotted Scroot in the distance walking right toward her prompting her to quickly adjust her hat and chiffon. She was surprised to see him because she and the others weren’t meeting with him for another hour.

She waved daintily with a bright smile, but Scroot stomped his way toward the train station with a cigarette clenched in his teeth right past Rarity without a word. She followed him with her eyes with her mouth agape.

“How rude!” Rarity called.

Scroot stamped in a sudden halt flashing a heated look at Rarity preparing to verbally destroy her before realizing who she was. He choked back his anger and greeted, “Oh. Hey.”

“I was waving at you.” She said as she mimicked her movement.

He stepped closer, “I’m sorry, Rarity. I’m having a rough morning.”

“I’m quite sorry, dear. What is the matter?” She asked politely.

“Just a little lover’s quarrel.” He said shrugging.

Rarity’s heart sank and she immediately began to feel stupid in her bright colors while everypony else was fashionably dressed in appropriate spring pastels. “What, ummm...” She stuttered. “Who?”

“Envoy was...” He paused and shook the words from his mouth, “It’s nothing.”

“You and Envoy?” Rarity sighed.

“Rarity?” Scroot asked looking serious, “Am I an asshole?”

“Well...” She gave pause trying to come up with something that wasn’t mean spirited. She felt a bit angry at herself having not seen why he treated Envoy so much differently than her friends, and she didn’t want to express that to him. She finally answered, “I wouldn’t use that exact word.”

“What word would you use? Applejack said I was a curmudgeon.” He said.

“Applejack did?” Rarity focused on her surprise of the work-pony’s vernacular trying to rid herself of the disappointment of Scroot’s relationship status, but she failed involuntarily asking, “How long have you and Envoy been together?”

Scroot cocked his head trying to decode the question, “You mean as a partner of the office? A few years, but we’re not in an actual relationship if that’s what you’re asking.”

Rarity chuckled uncomfortably, “Oh! I thought... you just said, ‘lover’s quarrel’ and I thought...”

Scroot smiled, “No. We had an argument that was stupid. That’s what I meant.”

Rarity brushed her bangs protruding from under the front of the hat with a hoof and laughed, “Okay. I see.”

Scroot’s quizzical smile didn’t falter with a light hearted suspicion tugging the laugh lines on his eyes, “Why do you ask?”

Rarity’s anxiety kicked into high gear, “Well, I... I just...” She struggled to form words, but nothing came out except a jumble of unintelligible syllables.

He nodded reaching up to adjust his hat with a hoof grabbing nothing but air. His eyes rolled up trying to see his own head where his hat always was.

Rarity jumped on the opportunity to divert the subject, “You don’t have your hat on.”

“Yeah, I don’t.” He felt his chest and was slightly shocked that he had left home without his jacket as well.

“I think the shirt and tie is conservatively nice, Scroot.” Rarity offered with assurance.

He shrugged, “I guess. I can’t go to Canterlot like this, though.”

A light puzzled smile tugged at Rarity’s lips, “And why not?”

“I’m going to talk to the Princess, and I’m wearing casual dress.” He said dreading the thought of returning to the cabin and facing Envoy after his unwarranted emotional outbreak. No matter what he did at that point, he’d have to admit he was wrong to somepony. At least if he goes to Canterlot now he could still get the Princess to be his proxy.

“I could go with you.” Rarity suggested. “I’m in a casual dress, and the Princess and I are in cahoots. I’m sure that will make it okay.”

Scroot shrugged dismissively toward his inner turmoil, “That’s a good idea.” He nodded.

A grin parted her lips, “Alright, then. Shall we catch the next train out?”

Scroot agreed as they started toward the station. Rarity wore her gleeful expression the entire way having remained cool enough in the hang-up to make her plans come to fruition. A train ride together alone was exactly the environment for which she was aiming in order to make the tiniest of confessions.

* * *

The farm was a massive lot of rocks where a winding gravel drive led to a quaintly modest wooden cabin under a straw roof and gray brick chimney. The house was settled next to a silo and a windmill fenced by two by four cedar posts in the south field. Dead trees outlined the area with square kilometers of dirt and large boulders dotting the entire region.

Pinkie Pie trotted down the drive with her small saddlebag bouncing on her back with the light clatter of her notepad, quill, and pocket watch that Envoy gave her inside. Her parents had done nothing with the house since she was a filly bringing back not so fond memories of when she and her sisters were barred from talking and smiling while they worked the fields.

The pink earth pony knocked on the door and stood silently hearing her father's heavy hooves clop against the wood floor. The door opened revealing her father standing with his eyes slant and his mouth curved downward.

“Hello, Pinkimena. It's nice of you to drop by.” He said without emotion.

His golden eyes were penetrating, but they were offset by his dull gray mane which extended into long bushy sideburns. His short cropped tail matched the grey band on his Stetson along with his pearl snap button down shirt fitted with a short black tie knotted in a double Windsor. His brilliantly orange-brown coat did little to liven his appearance.

“Hi, dad. How are you?” Pinkie hugged him although the action wasn't reciprocated. Ever.

“Igneous, who's at the door?” Pinkie’s mother, Cloudy Quartz, called from the dining room. She was crocheting again. That's good.

“It's Pinkimena.” He stated flatly.

“Oh, that's nice.” Cloudy said without looking up.

Pinkie smelled a salty odor in the air which wasn't pleasant, but Pinkie knew her parents, “What's cookin'?” She asked.

“It's lilac chili.” Igneous Rock answered moving aside and gesturing for her to enter.

“Ooh! It smells good.” Pinkie said politely as she approached her mother and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Hi, Mom.”

Pinkie certainly had Cloudy's eyes as the brilliant blues looked up from her project. With the same lifeless temperament as Igneous, she greeted, “Hello, Pinkimena. I hope you’re feeling better.”

Cloudy folded the yarn over and placed it on the table removing the needles and sticking them in her dark bluish-grey mane. She looked older than she was due to her grey coat and gold framed crescent eye-glasses working negatively against her wrinkled brow. Her black and white plaid blouse was pinned together at the collar by an ostentatious emerald set in a gold brooch.

“I’m glad that you visited. I was worried about you. Losing a friend is tough.” Cloudy said.

Pinkie sat down at the table with her mother, “Thanks, Mom, but I'm actually not here to visit.”

Her father walked to the stove stirring the chili passively, “What are you here for then?”

“I need to ask you a few questions about a previous employee that you employed.” Pinkie said as she retrieved her notepad and quill.

“Who would that be?” Cloudy asked. To anypony else, she would have sounded cynical and impartial, but Pinkie heard the subtle nuances in her mother’s voice that indicated her perked interest.

“Trixie.” Pinkie said. “Did she come back by anytime soon?”

Igneous ladled the reddish brown soupy chili into a trio of bowls, “Yes.” He answered, “We told her that we were not interested in her work.”

“When was that?” Pinkie asked noting the answer on her notepad as Igneous placed a bowl in front of Cloudy.

“Three days ago. She asked if we needed help again. We weren’t enthused by her previous work with us, so we told her to seek employment elsewhere.” Pinkie’s father reported.

“Do you know where she went after that?” Pinkie asked continuing to write.

Igneous set two bowls at the head of the table, and slid one with a hoof to Pinkie whom didn't notice. Igneous answered, “She was angry and didn't say much. She just said that she’d come back with a vengeance, and that we would rue the day that we rejected the Great and Powerful Trixie.”

Pinkie stopped writing and looked at her parents feeling a pang of unsettling fear. Sweat beaded and clung onto the fine hairs of her nape realizing that Trixie may actually carry out her threat in light of Twilight’s murder. Her father watched her sink into trepidation through the steam of the chili.

“Are you okay, Pinkamena?” Igneous asked with barely noticeable concern.

“I’m not sure if you’re safe here.” Pinkie said resting her notepad on the table.

“Why is that?” Cloudy asked inactively.

“I don’t know if Trixie is making an empty threat, Mom. I have reason to believe she may be serious about trying to harm you.” Pinkie wrote down verbatim what her father had quoted from Trixie on the notepad. “I think we need to put you somewhere safe.”

Her father shook his head, “No. She may try what she likes, but I’m sure she knows better.”

Pinkie gestured to him, “Dad, you don’t understand. She killed Twilight. I can’t let you take that risk. I couldn't sleep at night knowing my parents are in danger.” Her voice grew louder and more vehement as her father consistently shooed away every one of her words. “I can’t lose any more of my family! Be reasonable!” She had begun yelling and slamming her hoof on the table with wetness growing in her eyes.

Cloudy and Igneous appeared to intentionally disregard Pinkie’s demand as they passively sipped the soup and chewed the chunks of flora.

Igneous swallowed and set a stern gaze upon Pinkie, “We’re not going anywhere, Pinkamena. That’s final. I assure you that we will be okay. She has seen me demolish boulders with my bare hooves, and I am sure that she knows I will do the same to her skull if she returns with malicious intent.”

Pinkie gathered her things and shoved them into her saddlebag. She stood and began making her way for the exit with frustration weighting her steps.

She was stopped at the door by her father’s voice, “Pinkamena. Please, don’t be angry.”

She looked back shifting her fearful gaze from her mother to her father. “I’m not. I’m just scared, and obviously there is no way to tell you that in a way that you will understand. I’m going back to Ponyville to search for another lead because when I find Trixie, I know you’ll be safe.”

With that, Pinkie Pie departed in a determined canter with a course of action in mind. The thought of losing her parents reflected in her speed as she gradually accelerated into a sprint.

It didn't take long to reach the northern edge of Sweet Apple Acres where Applejack’s hard southern drawl rang in Pinkie’s ears slowing her to a casual jog. She looked in the direction of the sound to make sure she wasn’t just hearing things.

Applejack was carrying a wooden basket full of red apples on her back as she trotted to the pink pony. Pinkie diverted her direction to meet with her friend.

“What’s got the gallop in you?” Applejack asked setting down the basket and wiping sweat from her forehead.

Pinkie glanced at the basket and back up to Applejack as offence began a warm sensation in her face, “What are you doing? We have to find Trixie!”

The orange earth pony nodded, “I agree, but I got a farm to run here, Pinkie.”

“Applejack, I just found out that Trixie threatened my parents!” Pinkie exclaimed feeling the heat rise and spread over her head.

Applejack’s mouth dropped open, “What do we do?”

Pinkie stated simply, “Snips and Snails.”

“That’s right. They’re her little yes-ponies; fawning over her and all.” Applejack nodded.

Pinkie Pie gestured toward Ponyville before trotting away with Applejack following, “Let’s get Envoy and muscle some answers from those two.”

* * *

Envoy had just cleaned up the coffee from the floor when Fluttershy slammed into the front door. A metal whine sounded as the twine unfurled itself under the pressure and the door swung open.

“We need you!” Fluttershy shouted, and then her voice immediately lowered to a soft coo as she continued, “If you have time.”

“What’s happened?” Envoy asked already starting toward the door.

“Applejack and Pinkie Pie said you need to question Snips and Snails. They said if anypony would know where Trixie would be it’d be them.” Fluttershy explained joining Envoy’s cantering gait. Fluttershy led the way south-west to the Ponyville Schoolhouse.

“Why are we running?” Envoy asked.

“Because Pinkie Pie’s parents were threatened by Trixie!” Fluttershy shouted back.

They picked up pace as they met with Applejack and Pinkie Pie standing outside the Schoolhouse with Snips and Snails. Ms. Cheerilee, their teacher, was with them and every student inside was craning their necks to watch the questioning.

“Come on, AJ.” Snips pleaded. “We didn't do anything. Honest!”

“Yeah, we put the carrots back!” Snails said.

Envoy stopped in front of the two unicorns, “You’re Snips and Snails?”

“Yes.” They affirmed in unison in shame still believing that they were in trouble.

“What is this about, Envoy?” Cheerilee asked.

“We’re just asking some questions. We think they may know the location of somepony of interest.” Envoy explained.

Cheerilee gently pushed the Schoolhouse door closed much to the dismay of the occupants. “They’re not in any trouble are they?” She asked looking sternly at the colts.

“No, ma’am.” Envoy said.

“Alright, then, go ahead.” Cheerilee nodded to the investigator.

Envoy lowered her head to the young ponies’ level. She had never questioned anypony on her own before, so she tried to follow Scroot’s lead, “How are you guys doing?”

They exchanged a look before simultaneously answering, “Scared.”

“Don’t be. We’re just going to ask you some questions about somepony you know.” Envoy answered in a soothing voice.

They nodded.

“Do you colts know who Trixie is?” Envoy questioned levitating a notepad and giving it to Pinkie Pie.

“The great and powerful?” Snips asked.

Applejack winced at the reciprocated question. “Great and Powerful.” She scoffed resentfully under her breath.

Envoy split her face in a forced grin, “The one and only.”

Snails spoke up with his throaty slow voice, “Oh, we don’t know The One and Only Trixie. We only know The Great and Powerful Trixie.”

“Funny all these ponies would start copying her.” Snips noted.

“All these ponies?” Envoy repeated with a raised brow.

“Well, that’s only the second one we heard of.” Snails said.

“Who’s the first?” Envoy asked. Pinkie Pie watched the questioning and remained poised ready to jot down information, but was disappointingly met with nothing so far.

Snips shrugged, “We thought we were following Trixie to see some amazing magic, but it turned out that it wasn't her. She wasn't great or powerful.”

“What made you think she was Trixie?” Envoy pressed.

“She looked like her except her mane was black.” Snips explained. “We figured she dyed her mane for a magic show or something.”

“And she wasn't wearing a hat either.” Snails added.

“So, why do you say this pony was a copyist? Just because they looked alike?” Envoy asked sitting on her haunches beginning to feel a tightening in her neck. Their stupidity was unnerving enough to wear on Envoy’s professionalism.

Snails shook his head, “Not alike. They looked exactly the same, but her mane was different.”

“Did you catch her name?” Envoy leaned closer as if trying to transmit a few I.Q. points in their direction.

“The Benign and Negligible Frisky.” Snips answered in a disappointment.

“Yeah. We thought Trixie was trying to keep a really awesome magic trick a secret with the fake name, so we got on the train with her. But, when she couldn't even give the coach attendant her ticket with her magic, we knew she wasn't Trixie.” Snails said.

“Where were you headed?” Envoy asked gesturing to Pinkie Pie to write down the answer.

“To see some cool magic!” Snails answered.

“What city was the train heading for?” Cheerilee explicated noticing Envoy becoming annoyed.

“Manehattan.” Snips said.

“Yeah,” Snails began, “She said that because she was so benign and negligible, she didn’t perform magic, and so she was going to work at a theater.”

He rubbed his chin, “I think she said she was going to Carneighie Hall.”