The Shameful Scam of two Brothers

It was a warm sunny afternoon in a residental district a little ways away from the outskirts of Baltimare, in a private neighborhood known as Foalton. The neighbor was in the middle of the woods, where those who could afford it lived, and even a few wealthy ponies retired in a mansion on Lovat street. Near the neighborhood, along Reservoir road, is the local reservoir, and along that road, is a humble home of a pony family. A orange coated unicorn stud troted off to the mailbox. His mane and tail was black, except when the sun shine hit his hair, making it glow a copper color tone, green eyes, wore a leather strap around the base of his tail, and a bandanna around his neck like a scarf. The studs name was Handyhooves Ro, and he was in his hometown on vacation visiting his family. He troted back inside, calling out to his folks, ¨Mail is here, just your bills for the most part, oh whats this?¨ Handy found a interesting letter adressed to him, not expecting it. ¨ Well what do you have there son?¨ His mother SortnFile asked, a older earth pony mare, with peach color fur, and raven mane and tail, wih the exception of a few white hairs. ¨ Its from my Royal Air Force buddy, ClickClack, wonder what hes doing mailing me outta the blue...¨ Handy replied, seating on the couch as he opened the letter using his magic. The evelop glowed green as it tears it`s top and pulls out the letter levatating in front of Handyhooves. Handy then began to read to himself to see what old ClickClack had to say.

Dear Handyhooves,

Long time no see, eh? Sorry its been a while since I wrote to you, been busy with the end of my service and finding a new job. Im now working outta Hoofington, in a warehose that sells and rents heavy equipment to local buisnesses and anypony that can afford it. For the most part, its pretty calm work, not too stressful, well except this one time with these twin unicorn brothers that has red and white manes and tails, the only difference between them was their voices and one of them having a well groomed mustache. Oh I wish you were there when it happened, you would have been rolling on the floor! Well on a late afternoon, these two brothers, one calling himself Flim, the other Flam, came and demanded a refund on a industral grade cider maker, typical in the mass production industry, so of course, I had to ask them what was wrong with it? ¨Your guys confounded machine broke down on us during production!¨ The stashless brother said, ¨ It did not live up to its promises!¨ The other added. So naturally I had to look at it, boy oh boy, they did things to this machine I thought only you were crazy enough to do! They attached the whole thing onto a special locomotive normally used on parade floats. It was powered by one of those fancy magic powered engines, the ones we had to test one time while were were at the old RAF shop. How they got ahold of one, is anyones guess. I took a look under the machine, and found a jerry rigged tranmisson on the underside, it looked as if they set it up to run the machine on nuetral gear, and move on the other gears. Looking topside, they had the magic recivers and added a suck-o-vac onto the reciving hopper of the machine. While I was inspecting it, I cought them trying to sell a barrel with questionalbe content to a muel named Jorge. It looked like cider, but after he tasted it, he spat it back up and truned them down harshly. Ive known Jorge, and he noramlly never turns down any food, so something was wrong with it.

plugged in the machine and coneccted it to a diognositc machine. After a few moments, the report was printed and it revealed all. The machin was a Cider Squeezer 600 seris, and those come with a black box recorder. It stated that they had the machine running normally, then double timed the run speed, then the quailty control was shut off, and ran until its timer stopped, which was set for an hour. The report then stated that the machine was operated again, but the normal setting werent put back in place, and a jam was detected before the machine shut down to prevent furthur breakage. So of course I check the inside of it, and what a mess! It looked like they sucked up whole trees and got branches jamming up the blades to the juicer. So if you hadn`t already guessed, all of this was due to operator error, and they blame the machine, what a laugh! So I went back to the boys and told them no refund because of operator error, lack of mantaince, and abuse of machine. They of course then asked for a new machine since it was under warranty, which I kindly informed them that was breached when they modifyed a stationary device to be mobile. They were obviously angry, and asked to speak to a manager. My boss was out, and so I was incharge at the time, and I excersied that position. I had security buck them and their machine with the report out of the warehouse! An so my friend,  leave you with this fine warning, be cafeful when dealing with the Flim Flam brothers.

Your Pal,

ClickClack

Handy could only chuckle to himself, not only from his friends bad habit of using the center to end the letter, as he tends to do. Handy found it most amusing from the story of two brothers trying to scam ClickClack with a machine they abused, and didnt bother to do simple maintaince on. An so the day went on, with Handyhooves, enjoying his vacation with his family.