The Canterlot Caper

by Verbose Mode

Rating: everyone
Tags: Drama, Comedy
Length: 360

The Bluebloods are politically untouchable bastards with hooks in everypony. Four decidedly non-criminal Canterlot citizens are going to rob them blind in the heist of the century. They have no idea what they're doing.

The Bluebloods have offended, insulted, wronged and in some cases harmed many, many ponies, but they remain immune to retribution. They own the nobility, host top-notch security and know the location of every high-end criminal from Las Pegasus to Manehattan.
Sir Karet Fancypants de Gelding is done with it.
What threat could a collection of straight-laced Canterlot Shires citizens — most of whom have never even contemplated breaking the law before — possibly pose? How could anypony even make a dent in their vaults and reputation?
Twenty-million Bits and more says it's worth a shot.

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Written for Everfree Northwest's Scribblefest. Probably. I hope I finish in time.

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I must request that any edits or writing recommendation be sent to me as a PM, not in the comments. Please. Otherwise I LOVE COMMENTS.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-02-20 16:08:15 UTC

Heist Hopes

Dionysia stuck close to Sir Fancypants as they made their way into the castle. The night was chilly, the castle and the ponies in it were well-presented and beautiful, and the music was lovely. She herself looked every inch the royalty she was dressed as, allowing herself to be led by the gallant unicorn at her side through the gates to the party.

The actress had never been so nervous in her entire life.

"Hey, Dee, don't worry, you look great," Vector's voice buzzed out of her earring, "besides, if you keep sweating like that you'll set it off. Then we're right up the creek, over."

Dionysia smiled as they approached the Maitre de, who bowed and opened the doors, keeping silent until they passed fully inside. "Oh, sweating can ruin everything? That's... that's just lovely! This whole night now hinges on me not sweating!"

"Well, they can't exactly be waterproof, now can they? Over." Berri asked, voice fuzzy over the great distance between them.

Sir Fancypants smiled genially, tutting into the hidden microphone in his collar. "Now now, lady and gentlecolts. We've made excellent preparation, we mustn't get our tails in a knot. We are quite well-off."

Vector chuckled nervously  "You made it in without a hitch, so there's that. 'Clock strikes ten, come's home the mother hen.' Going r-sound silent. Enjoy the party, you two."

Velocity Variables

Sir Fancypants took a sip from his teacup.

"Well, mister Velocity, I'm glad you could make the time for me today. Especially on short notice and vague reasoning."

Vector Velocity shrugged his wings, his tea untouched. "Well, it's not everyday you get invited to tea with a knighted stallion. Odds are what you have to say is more important than what I was doing."

"Quite. Please, remind me again, what do you do?" Sir Fancypants asked, eyes flitting down the street.

"Aeronautical engineering. I make other ponies fly and make sure they're safe while doing it." Vector quipped, indicating his cutie mark of two wings with a bold arrow pointing upward.

"Wonderful, sir. Let me inquire, then

Dazzling Dionysia

Berri Backup

Daft Duchess

Duchess Toff