It was a beautiful day in Canterlot City. On this particular day, Rarity was sitting over at Sweet Snacks, a place where Pinkie Pie worked at, after school, reading her Shadow Spade novel.

"Ooohh! I just love a good mystery!" she said as she tore through the pages.

Just then, something managed to catch her eye outside the window. It was a mysterious looking man with a teddy bear-like mask reading a newspaper.

As soon as he noticed her looking at him, he folded his newspaper and bolted away from the restaurant.

"A mysterious looking man. Sounds like a mystery!"

Later that day, Rarity put on her red detective gear and proceeded to look for clues. As she did, she eventually bumped into Rainbow Dash outside.

"Uh, what are you doing, Rarity?" Rainbow asked.

"I'm following a mysterious looking man that was outside the restaurant earlier," Rarity replied.

"He didn't happen to be wearing a teddy bear mask did he?"

"Yes!"

"That means it's a member of the Toy Mafia. FROM NEW YORK! Rarity, those guys are serious!"

"Be that as it may, Rainbow Dash, I'm still going to follow him. And besides, we might run into Pinkie and Fluttershy out there. They did explain to us that they were going there for a while."

"Well, yeah, I guess you're right. I'll go tell the others and we'll be off!"

And with that, Rainbow Dash ran to go tell the others where they were all headed.

"Are you serious, Rarity?!" Applejack chastised. "Manhattan? Just to follow the Toy Mafia?"

"He gave me a funny look," Rarity objected.

"You know, come to think of it, the Toy Mafia has been sighted around Canterlot City for a while. Kind of strange when they usually operate in New York City."

"So, I guess this means we're heading off to New York, then?" Sunset asked.

"Well, when you put it that way, yes."

Twilight reached into her pocket for her phone, but instead grabbed a blue hairband that Coco gave her. Twilight smiled before putting it away and eventually ended up grabbing her phone. She called for a bus to take them to the downtown streets of New York.

Sometime later, the girls arrived at a bus stop and a bus eventually came by to pick them up. Once they were in their seats, the bus drove off towards New York and to an adventure that would be something unlike anything they've ever experienced in their own world.

Meanwhile, in one of the many apartments of New York, there was a six-foot tall Irish Wolfhound dressed in a bluish-gray trench coat, a striped blue-and-black tie and a bluish-gray fedora named Sam who shot his big gun at the wall. While it may sound strange, he was actually aiming at the apple on a white rabbit's head, who was balancing on a blue rubber ball. The rabbit's name was Max. He was Sam's best friend.

"Quit moving around so much, bobblehead," Sam said.

"When are we going to get another case, Sam?" Max asked. "Surely, the local lawbreakers must miss our esoteric brand of personalized criminal justice."

"Patience is a sharp razor to swallow, little buddy. Okay, don't scream this time."

Just as Sam was about to shoot, both he and Max heard their wireless rotary phone ring.

Max was about to answer the phone, when he noticed that it was missing. Sam then noticed a notepad on the table next to their eight track answering machine where the phone usually sat.

"Leave Swiss cheese by the rat hole or you'll never see your precious phone alive again," Sam read. "Jiminy Christmas Eve in a pad-locked sweatbox! Some misguided ballsy felon's napped our phone."

"Eerie. I just went cheese shopping. How did they know?"

Just then, the perpetrator, Jimmy Two-Teeth, a rat wearing a green plaid-patterned cabbie cap, walked out of his rat hole to reiterate that he specifically wanted Swiss cheese.

"Be sure it's Swiss cheese, right? And be quick about it!" he ordered in a Brooklynese accent.

He then walked into his hole in order to wait for the cheese.

"Ordinarily, I hate yielding to extortion," Sam said. "But I have to admit, I'm half charmed by the sheer spunk of that oily little perp. Where'd you put the cheese, Max?"

"Gosh, it was hours ago," Max admitted. "You know I have the memory of a dried trout."

"Sadly, yes, I do. Well, it's got to be somewhere in this room."

Both Sam and Max looked all around their office apartment for the cheese, but couldn't find it anywhere. Just then, Max looked out the window and saw something interesting.

"Hey, Sam, look!"

Sam walked over to the window and saw Rarity questioning someone that looked like a short person with blonde hair wearing a soda jerk outfit.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, but it sure looks like she's doing our job for us. Want me to pulverize her?"

"Absolutely not. Something tells me that we may be needing her help at some point. Now, is there any place that we haven't checked for the cheese?"

"How about the closet?"

Sam walked up to the closet and opened the door and saw the cheese.

"Oh! There it is."

"Unfortunately, this is NOT Swiss cheese."

"So what?"

"So, the rat was very specific about wanting Swiss cheese in particular. We'll have to improvise."

Sam took out his gun and shot at cheese, putting holes into them.

"Take that, you law-breaking dairy product!"

"Sam, no! The cheese was innocent!"

"Innocent? I think not."

Sam put his gun away and grabbed slice of cheese.

"Voilà, Swiss cheese. Or close enough to fool the casual observer, anyway."

"Don't say violà."

Sam then put the cheese in front of the hole. Jimmy then came out and kicked it inside.

"Greetings. The members of the benevolent brotherhood of vermin would like to thank you for your offering," Jimmy said.

"The members of Sam and Max would like their phone back, now," Sam said.

"IF you don't mind," Max added.

"I regret to inform you that the situation has changed," Jimmy said nonchalantly.

Before he could make any additional demands, however, Max grabbed him and placed him on the desk with the television. Sam then flipped off the lights and started interrogating him.

"We met your demands, we got you the cheese. Any honorable rodent would hold up his end of the bargain and give back our phone," Sam said.

"Us rodents is not known for being particularly honorable."

"Come on, Jimmy. We'll go half easy on you if you'll just cough up the phone."

"Yeah, yeah. Never happen, pig!"

"Look, I want to help you, but my partner is a little unhinged. I'm afraid I may be unable to keep him from harming you in some colorfully gruesome fashion."

"LET ME AT 'IM, SAM!" Max yelled.

"I can take care of myself," Jimmy replied.

"Help me, help you, Jimmy," Sam said.

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?"

"I have no idea, but it always sounds good on TV."

"This is going nowhere, Sam. Let me talk to him," Max said.

"If you must, little buddy."

"Hey, Jimmy, I'm about ready to wring your scrawny, trash-eating neck."

"You think you're scary?" Jimmy threatened.

"You don't know where his hands have been," Sam said.

"Or when I last washed them," Max added.

"Who cares? I'm a rat, remember? Hey, dog-face! Your partner's giving me a headache!" Jimmy said.

"You mentioned a headache, would you like some aspirin?" Sam asked. "Oh, and while I'm at it, is there anything else I can do to make you feel comfortable? Are you thirsty, perhaps? Light's too bright?"

"Well, that's sporting of you. Now you mention it, I really don't like being up here so high. I got me a thing about heights. They make me nervous, you know?"

"Oh really?" Max asked sinisterly. "You don't like heights, eh? How'd you like it if I dangled your greasy hide out the window?"

"Hey, you wouldn't!"

But, of course, true to his word, Max did. Before doing so, however, Sam took the boxing glove form the sill and placed it into his cardboard box that was in his trench coat. While all of this was going on, Rarity was on the verge of giving up when she noticed Max dangling Jimmy out the window.

"OH, MY GOD! WHAT IS THAT RABBIT THINKING?!" Rarity gasped.

"I GIVE UP! TAKE YOUR PHONE AND LEMME GO!" Jimmy pleaded.

He then literally coughed up the phone which landed in Sam's hands.

"Ugh! That was absolutely revolting!"

"Aw, for the lova-a' -- I wish could unsee that," Sam said in disgust.

Just then, the phone rang and Sam answered it.

"Hello? Yes? Great gouts of steaming magma on a beeline for the orphanage! We're on our way!"

As soon as Sam hung up, Max dropped Jimmy out the window. Rarity covered her eyes, not wanting to see the carnage that would most likely come after he landed. Surprisingly, though, Jimmy survived his fall and ended up with minor injuries upon hitting the sidewalk.

"What the bloody hell?" she asked in bewilderment.

Before she could ask Jimmy any questions, he simply ran off into the alley.

Just then, Sam and Max walked out of their apartment right in front of Rarity.

"Oh, hello," Sam greeted politely.

Rarity, who would normally be shocked by seeing Sam, was actually quite calm about talking to him, since she already had experience with talking animals, as it was.

"Hello, darling," she said, shaking his hand. "My name is Rarity. What might yours be?"

"I'm Sam. He's Max. We're Freelance Police."

"Freelance Police? That's a first."

"Hey, Sam, what accent is she speaking in?" Max asked.

"This accent, little bunny, is from my former home of Liverpool, England. Sure you've heard of the Beatles?"

"Oh, we have," Sam said. "We still have that one tape stuck in the DeSoto."

"You mean that car that's parked along the side of the curb?"

"Yep. That's the one."

"I see. Well, as far as I'm concerned, I've run out of leads for something that's been going on in Canterlot City."

"Canterlot City? You mean that place that's become a magnet for magic-related shenanigans?" Max asked.

"Yes. How did you--?"

"We just got a visit from one of your friends from there," Sam said. "What was her name again, Max?"

"I don't know? Butterfly, or something?" Max guessed.

"That's Fluttershy, darling," Rarity corrected.

"Yeah, that's the one. She was acting all serious before heading off somewhere."

"Where, exactly?"

"We don't really know," Sam admitted. "When we asked her she just looked at us and said, classified."

Rarity thought hard at the situation.

"Hmmmm... Well, another one of my friends should be here. You haven't seen her, have you? Pink skin, poofy pink hair?"

"Nope."

"Drat!"

"But we did receive an order form the commissioner to get over to Bosco's Inconvenience. It's that store over there with the gumball machine."

"Well, I guess that's a good place to start. And who knows? Maybe if I help you two out, I might end up solving my own town's mystery, as well."

"That sounds like a great idea!"

"That idea's crazy enough to work!" Max added.

"Well, then, what are we waiting for? Let's get going!" Rarity exclaimed.

Looks like Rarity found herself with the Freelance Police in an attempt to solve the mystery of the mysterious Toy Mafia person. Why hasn't she brought it up, yet? Well, let's just say that the time wasn't right. After all, she knew that she was bound to run into them eventually. And when that happened, then she would inform both Sam and Max about them.

Author's Note

For those who don't know, a cabbie cap is a flat, golf cap. Also, for those who have either played the original TellTale version or the remake will notice that Jimmy Two-Teeth talks like a gangster. The gangster accent is often modeled after Al Capone's Brooklyn dialect.

Whew! I want to give a special thanks to everyone who had go through that unbearable news about the semi-cancelation of the stories based on the Nintendo-exclusive games. I also want to give a special shoutout to all of my followers and collaborators on this series. I had to go back into the previous story, It's About Time and rewrite a few things before starting this up.