Author's Note

We were having a good time, The Spy of the Tiger. We were all having a good time. Until Ultra-Derpy busted through the door.

Derpy forgot to claim the value of the Bazooka as income on her taxes?

Derpy blew the smoke off her bazooka. Where a tax evader once stood there was now a crater big enough to hold at least five ponies.

Her job here was done.

She adjusted her mailmare hat and slung the weapon back over her shoulder, turning around in time to face...

The muzzle of another bazooka.

"You are under arrest for your failure to claim the value of your borrowed bazooka as income on your taxes."

Derpy nudged the bazooka aside. "My weapon is only borrowed. I plan to return it as soon as I can." She stared into the sunglasses that her... clone? Parallel universe self? Future self, maybe? wore. Or at least, she tried her best to stare.

"I will personally escort you back. Make sure it is returned."

Celestia looked up from her tea. "Oh hey, Derpy. You're back early."

Derpy and Ultra-Derpy walked past.

"Armory?"

"Eyup," both pegasi eyupped.

"Alright, don't forget to lock it on your way out. My sister has a knack for misappropriating its contents whenever she gets into the heavy armor division."

"Will do," Ultra-Derpy saluted before slipping through the doorway.

Derpy re-mounted the bazooka on the wall before spinning around. "There. Happy now?"

"Affirmative. Goodbye," Ultra-Derpy saluted again as she dissolved into a twinkling cloud.

Her bazooka clattered to the floor once its owner had returned to her timeline.