After Pinkie had delivered a shipment of cars to Samson to have them rigged, Playa and the party pony decided to go their separate ways to do their own things. Playa decided to drive around the former Carnales neighborhoods to find Carnales tags and paint over them.

Pinkie decided to check out the nearest activity which was in Copperton. Once again, Pinkie found herself in another garage and another grease monkey needed assistance. The mechanic was busy working on a car and was listening to music too loud for him to notice her coming in. Upon thinking of a way to prank the guy, Pinkie pulled out the friendly version of her party cannon and fired it. The blast was loud enough to cause the mechanic to jump high enough to bump his head on the hood of the car. “Ow!” he shouted.

Pinkie was on her back laughing uncontrollably while kicking her hooves in the air. If the pony were anyone else, the mechanic would be furious but he knew the pony’s reputation for hijacking cars. Instead of being angry he decided to let it go and laugh with the pony. After all, it was a little funny when he thought about it.

Once the two finished laughing, the mechanic introduced himself as Phil while shaking her hoof with his greasy hand. Pinkie didn’t mind the grease though since she often helped the Cake family in Ponyville clean the equipment in addition to baking.

“Glad you’re not afraid to get a little dirty. I’ve got a list of shipments that need jacking. Do this and I’ll get you your very own Attrazione,” Phil said.

The offer was tempting for Pinkie, the one time she hijacked an Attrazione, she was impressed by how fast it went and was a little sad that she had to have it delivered to a chop shop. Of course, she didn’t need any motivation to hijack cars.

Just like the last few times she hijacked cars, she had to steal models from the gang members, or in this case, the Rollerz. Of the eight vehicles, five of them were Rollerz vehicles and the gang was furious with her when she stole one of their Quasars. While she also stole a taxi and a Thorogood truck, she also had to steal a SWAT van from the police who were furious with the mare as well, especially since she stole two FBI vehicles in the past.

In the end, neither the Rollerz or the police could keep up with the party mare and gave up the chase while Pinkie drove out of the garage with her own Attrazione and was also given the SWAT van she stole as a bonus which she left for Playa to play with if he wanted.

By the time Pinkie was finished stealing cars, Playa found her while she was driving around in her new car. She had time to have it customized and painted pink with her cutie mark over the driver side door while the other side remained blank. The front was shaded a darker pink which faded to a bright pink toward the rear of the vehicle.

Playa jumped into Pinkie’s car and she drove to the southern part of the Chinatown neighborhood to deal with another request from a contact of the Saints. Since Samson needed more time to rig the shipment and deliver it to the Rollerz, Pinkie felt like it wouldn’t hurt to take care of another activity.

When the location turned out to be another law firm, the duo knew what was coming so Pinkamena took over and Playa could only sigh as he knew he was about to feel a lot of pain.

The contact, Seth, showed off his law degree that he spent a mere five months to attain since one normally spends three years in law school to attain a degree.

After introductions, he began advertising his insurance fraud scheme which both have heard before twice so Pinkamena simply opened the lawyer’s filing cabinet and took the file she needed to get her task over with. Neither were interested in Seth’s babbling.

While Playa was getting himself beaten within an inch of his life by cars driven by really bad drivers, Pinkamena made other pedestrians join Playa in the hospital by knocking them into traffic. She also tested people’s car insurance policies by scaring the drivers into swerving into other cars by firing a few rounds of her pistol into their car. This also served to make the drivers collect on health insurance policies since they did not escape their crash unscathed.

Since Playa was too badly beaten up to collect his reward, Pinkamena did it for him. Both received some special reactive armor that absorbed some explosive impacts as well as a device that let them recover faster after being injured.

An hour after defrauding the insurance companies yet again, Pinkamena received a call from Lin who told her and Playa to meet her at the nightclub at the Misty Lane suburbs and that Samson had accomplished his task.

On the way there, Pinkamena realized that she could blow Lin’s cover by just being near her. She was the only pony in town after all. Once they arrived at the club, Pinkamena had Playa head into the club to contact Lin while she let Pinkie take over so she could eavesdrop on the conversation using whatever logic-defying abilities she would use. Once she secured a position in a place people wouldn’t normally look, she used whatever spying equipment she had to listen to Lin’s one-sided conversation.

“Try not to look so conspicuous,” Lin said before mumbling to herself, “At least that pony has sense to not follow him in here.” Once they found a more spacious place on the dance floor, Lin continued, “You two did good, but we’re not done yet. Those cars you two stole have been rigged to blow once the engine reaches a high enough temperature. I’ve heard your pony friend is a decent racer. I need her to make sure those cars get nice and hot. There’s a race going down in Chinatown tonight, and I think she should give them some tough competition. I know these guys. If she’s in the lead for the final stretch, they’re gonna hit the nitrous to blow past her. When they do, boom. As soon as those cars are wrecked, get the hell outta there.” Lin thanked Playa for the dance and walked away, leaving Playa alone so he left the club at the entrance while Pinkie snuck out of the building.

Once outside the nightclub, Pinkie and Playa approached her car to head to Chinatown to participate in the race. Before that happened, however, Troy drove himself between the duo and her car. Given the blue coloring of the vehicle he was driving, Troy looked like he wanted them to participate in the race incognito. Since Playa had a feeling that he was unnecessary for the mission, he went off to do something else while Pinkie took the driver’s seat of Troy’s car and Troy moved to the passenger seat.

“Alright, let’s get to the race…” Troy said, “...look, I don’t care what Lin says, you get me next to those cars and I’ll take care of the Rollerz, to hell with this lap-race bullshit.”

“How are you gonna do that?” Pinkie asked. “We need to get them to activate their nitrous to make them blow themselves up.”

“Don’t worry, all I need to do is wound their pride as racers with a few taunts and they’ll hit the nitrous just to try and show you up.”

“Okie dokie lokie.”

The rest of the trip was spent with Troy voicing his concerns about Lin being undercover for too long might cause her to change her mentality to think more like the ones she was spying on. Pinkamena, who was listening, had a feeling that Troy was speaking from experience.

Despite what Lin said, the race wasn’t happening in Chinatown because the race was starting nearby in the suburbs. While Pinkamena wanted to suspect Lin of lying, Pinkie chalked it down to lazy developers who couldn’t be bothered to correct such an error.

Regardless, the race took place in the suburbs and the race was a checkpoint race despite Troy calling it a lap race which, again, might have been laziness on the developers’ part.

Once the race began, Pinkie easily drove past the racers while calling all of them Sunday drivers as her lead increased with each second. Pinkie’s actions and words, and the fact that they were being shown up by an animal who looked like she had no business being in front of a steering wheel, ended up infuriating the drivers to the point where all three of them activated their nitrous at the same time to catch up with the party mare...which ended up about as well as one would expect when driving cars rigged to blow when someone hit their nitrous.

Troy’s eyes widened as he saw the destruction going on behind him. He could only whistle to express how impressed he was about the mare’s work. “Wow, Lin doesn’t fuck around and neither do you. Now let’s get out of here before more Rollerz show up.” Pinkie drove Troy back to the church.

Despite the fact that the race had nothing to do with Chinatown, the Saints still rolled in and took over the neighborhood.

After Pinkie returned Troy to the church, she received a phone call from Lin. Pinkie answered her phone to see what the undercover Saint wanted.

“I think I got a way to get in deeper with the Rollerz. But first, I need you to head to Pleasant View just west of Shivington. There’s a storage facility there where the Rollerz stash some of their high performance cars. When you finish destroying their cars, meet me at the tea house in Chinatown.” Lin hung up without waiting for a reply.

Clearing out the storage facility was relatively simple for Pinkamena as she cleared out the initial defenders with a few molotov cocktails before planting one of her overcharged party mines at the entrance to the storage facility in case anyone else decided to pay the place a visit. In the meantime, Pinkamena decided to try out her new RPG launcher that she got from Wong and blew up each car she saw.

As she was blowing up cars, two more Rollerz cars drove into the facility but one ended up getting launched upward and landed in some explosive barrels. The impact sparked the fuel in the barrels and caused them to explode, taking the car with it. The other car was taken out by a well timed explosion from one of the madmare’s grenades.

All that was left was the cleanup which was going to be the facility owner’s problem after she blew up the last of the cars.

Playa joined Pinkamena as they entered the teahouse to see what Lin’s next move was going to be.

After blowing off some random person who offered her a light for her cigarette by tossing his lighter across the room, Playa and Pinkamena joined her.

Lin sighed as she began, “Things are moving too slow. We gotta step it up. I hear a guy named Joseph Price calls the shots. I don’t know much about him ‘cept that he’s friends with some mechanic named Donnie. If we get in good with Price’s crew, we’ll always be one step ahead of those fuckers. Here’s the plan. Go and tear up Donnie’s shop. Right when you’re about to finish off Price’s buddy, I’ll rush in and save the day. Make it look good, but don’t you dare mess up my car. If we’re lucky, Donnie will arrange a meet with Price.” She thanked Playa for buying her tea and left the teashop.

Once Playa and Pinkamena arrived, the two charged into Donnie’s shop and started shooting up the place. Pinkamena was cackling like a maniac while she got up close to each of the Rollerz and sliced them into chunks of meat. Playa provided covering fire while the madmare had her fun.

Donnie overheard the commotion but especially the maniacal laughter that came with the sound of slicing and screaming. It was then that Donnie began to think he was living a horror movie, especially as the high pitched voice started calling his name, “Dooooooniiiiiiieeeeee…” Just hearing that voice made Donnie want to scream at the top of his lungs in fear, which he did as he fled out the back of his shop to get away.

He was never so glad to see someone drive up to him and tell him to get inside which he did while sliding over the car’s hood and he quickly got into the car.

“I think you scratched my hood,” the driver said.

“Sorry, but we gotta get outta here! Drive! Drive!”

Playa ran out of the exit Donnie came out and started shooting at the car, leaving a few holes in it.

“Mother fucker…” the driver said as she started shooting at Playa. She then drove away. Playa got into a nearby car and drove after them.

Pinkamena, however, was having too much fun slaughtering the Rollerz that she failed to notice that her partner was gone until it was too late. She shrugged. “Meh. Hopefully he’ll remember the plan and let them get away after a convincing chase.

The sound of a car exploding was heard in the distance.

“Or, he can end up crashing his car while chasing Lin because he drives like Rainbow Dash flies while she’s experimenting with stunts.” She shrugged again. “Oh well, I’m pretty sure I scared Donnie well enough that it wouldn’t matter anyway.”

With that, Pinkamena headed over to Playa in order to know where he was when she called an ambulance to pick him up.

Author's Note

To be honest, I'm not sure why the developers never corrected such an obvious mistake for that mission. My guess was they were either lazy or simply didn't have the time to correct it.