My Little Interstate: Justice is Magic

"I'll have some coffee, and a bagel."

Spike sat at the bar stool counter at Roseluck's diner. He came here everyday. Around him were familiar faces, but not Twilight. Not one of the Mane 6. They had moved away long ago to find opportunity in the new territory. All accept Rarity, although she was planning on moving in the next few weeks to New York City.

As he sat, enjoying his bagel, all of a sudden, he heard the screeching of tires, and the whooping of a police siren. He looked outside, and spotted an old Buick, rear-ended by a Dodge Aries, rear-ended by a COP CAR!

"Oh, god," he chuckled, "Berry's in trouble again..."

Surprisingly, the cops left after the accident, and Spike returned to eating his bagel.

"SPIKE, MAN! THIS IS BAD! YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S BEEN TAKEN BY A BOOGIEMAN!"

"Wha...?" An old stallion looked up from his food. "YER GIRLFRIEND'S BEEN TAKEN BY 'DA SLENDERMAN?! THIS IS BAD, AAAAAAAAGH!" The stallion commenced screaming, until a Ray, a local, came over to the table, and began to comfort the old pony, ensuring him that there was no Slenderman.

"What?!" Spike didn't believe in boogiemen, but Berry could be on to something. Rarity would always call him first thing in the morning.

"Well," he reasoned, "How do you know for sure?"

She handed him the paper she had found, and Spike shrugged.

"It could be ANYPONY!" he insisted, "Where'd you find this, anyway?"

Berry shrugged. "Can't remember, but LOOK AT THIS, this is Rarity's handwriting! Plus, is there ANY PONY MORE GERMAPHOBIC that you know THEN RARITY? Look at this message!"

"You're right," Spike agreed. As much as he didn't want to believe that Rarity was in trouble, he still knew he should check on her.

"Hello? Rarity?"

Spike peeked in the doorway of the Rarity's boutique to find the door laying on the floor. Somepony BIG had tried to force entry into her house; that was a bad sign. He looked around, to find the lights were still on. A glass of half-drunk, "Hoity's Own Red Wine" was on the counter. This was BAD! Rarity NEVER wasted any of her wine. Berry was right, somepony DID kidnap her, but the question was: How to save her?

To hell with asking the police, those buffoons Snips an Snails would NEVER be able to find her. The only sensible thing to do, in this day and age, where not even the POLICE could stop some crimes, was to find her HIMSELF.

But, why would someone want to obduct her? There HAD to be a clue somewhere around here.

He walked upstairs to find an unfinished dress, another sign of her absence. It had to be one of the most magnificent gowns he had ever seen, and he decided to get a closer look.

As he neared the table, he stepped back to admire how the gem pattern on the edges glistened in the light. It was wonderful, probably Rarity's best work yet. It was a shame it wasn't finished. Perhaps this was the reason that she was kidnapped, another dressmaker wanted her gone?

Well, that was enough of the dress, he had to go find ponies to join him on this quest, and he knew just where to find them.

"Attention, Ponyville!"

Spike stood atop a stage at Ponyville Square, set up for an appearance by the Wonderbolts later that day. Several ponies, most of which he only knew from seeing around town, gathered around him, confused at why he was up there.

"Rarity has been abducted by SOMEPONY, and I need you all to help me find her!"

"And, what's in it for us?" Bon-Bon called, "What do WE get for the countless hours of searching, gasoline wasted, and danger?"

"The satisfaction of knowing you helped someone in a big way."

A lot of the ponies began to walk away, but Spike tried to call them back.

"WAIT! What about YOU, Southern Pacific? You've always LOVED car chase movies, now you can BE IN ONE!"

"Those were MOVIES, man! Those were ACTORS!"

"Well, er, what about YOU, Mel? Haven't you always wanted to do something with your life?"

"Not any more, I don't!"

Spike sighed. "Is there ANYPONY who feels satisfaction in DOING THE RIGHT THING?!"

The ponies began to scatter at the sound of a whooping siren. That could mean only one thing:

"LOOK OUT, WE CAN'T STOP AGAIN!" A voice screamed over a bullhorn.

Spike jumped out of the way at the last second, as a Dodge Coronet barreled into the stage, nearly tearing the wood structure in half.

As the smoke cleared, Spike got up, off the ground, dusted himself off, and saw who were probably the TWO BIGGEST IDIOTS in Ponyville: Deputy Snips and Deputy Snails, of the Smith County Sheriff, emerging from the wreck, unscathed.

"WE'RE IN!" Snips yelled.

"In what? Big trouble, for fucking up again?

THAT'S SPIKE!

"We wanna join your gang of ROAD WARRIORS!" Snails added, with a big smile on his face.

"Hold up." Spike was confused. "Who said anything about road warriors?"

"Well, DUH!" Snips jeered, "Haven't you played, "Interstate '76"? You get a muscle car, rig it up with guns, and GO KICK FLANK!"

"Easier said than done...Where am I gonna find a muscle car?"

"We impounded a '70 Plymouth HEMI 'Cuda! We'll let you use that!" Snails insisted kept insisting that they come, and Spike DID need somepony to comewith him.

"Alright," he agreed, "You can come."

As the impound garage door opened, Spike was in awe at the massive sports car that he was to drive. It was a bright orange color, Vitamin C, as it was called in the catalog, with a black shaker hood scoop. This was a beast. This was a 'Cuda.

"Well," Spike asked, "I guess we're supposed to hit the road now, but we DON'T HAVE ANY LEADS!"

"Don't worry, bro," Snails told him, "I know a pony."

They walked inside the precinct, to find a very familiar blue pony, with a gray mane locked in a cell. She was dirty, as if she had been sleeping in a dumpster for the last 38 years, but it was still her.

"Oh, Great and Powerful Trixie!" Snips called, "We need you to show somepony the way!"

"Alright, bring him to Trixie."

As soon as she saw Spike, she instantly remembered him, as the driver of the Corvette that won the 2012 Apple Cider Classic 300.

There were two chairs and a table in the cell, and on the table lay a crystal ball. Spike sat down in the chair facing Trixie, and was about to inform her of the situation, when she interrupted him with an impatient remark.

"What do you need to know? Can't you see Trixie is a very busy mare?"

"Well," he explained, "Rarity has gone missing, and I need your help to find her. What do you see in your crystal ball, Trixie?"

"I see....A black....Chevrolet Sedan, on Border Highway 3....Towards Utah.....Rarity's in the trunk."

"Thanks, Trixie." Spike would hug her, but she hadn't bathed in days, so he just rushed back to his car, Snips and Snails following

"WAIT, AREN'T YOU GOING TO PAY TRIXIE?! SHE CAN MAKE YOU THE HAPPIEST DRAGON IN THE WORLD, IF YOU PAY HER! I NEED TO EAT TOO, YOU KNOW! Please? Don't leave me alone....."

"So," Snips asked, as the three ran to their cars, "Where too next?"

"You heard her," Spike told them, "Border Highway 3! They're heading for Utah, let's stop 'em!"

As Spike started the 'Cuda, he felt his rage boiling up. He was going to get his Rarity back, no matter what.

The 'Cuda and the Coronet raced away from the precint, the latter's lights and siren blaring, acting as a police escort, as they began the chase.