The case surrounding Brady Culture had been solved, but it still didn't answer the main question that Rarity kept asking herself. Why was Teddy Bear Mafia operating in Canterlot City? She wanted to answer it so badly, yet she knew that it wasn't the right time to be asking about them, yet. Besides, she was more interested in the showdown that Sam and Max were about to have over who would answer the phone.

"How long has this been going on for?" Rainbow yawned.

"Ten minutes," Rarity replied.

"Come on! Hurry up and ring already!" Rainbow groaned.

As if on cue, the phone rang and Sam launched an onion into Max's face via Bosco's tear gas grenade launcher. The onion irritated his eyes, causing him to cry as Sam answered the phone.

"Sweet mother of double jeopardy backstroking in butterscotch! We're on our way!" Sam exclaimed before hanging up.

"Who was it? The girl scouts' lawyers again?" Max asked.

"That was the commissioner. You'll never guess which unduly famous TV personality made the most wanted criminals list this week."

"Ooohh! Ooohh! Ooohh! I think I know!" Pinkie exclaimed, raising her hand. "Is it Laura Ingraham? Or maybe Tom Bergeron? No, no, no, wait! RYAN SEACREST?!"

"Close: Myra Stump, the darling hawk of daytime talk."

"Myra? As in America's Mom? The woman who told Tom Hanks to get a haircut? Surely you jest," Max said.

"She's holding her audience hostage and giving them valuable gifts against their collective will!"

"That's just wrong! No one should be forced to get gifts every single day! That defeats the entire purpose of getting gifts!" Rainbow said.

"We've got to drive over to the station right away, or at our earliest convenience!"

"Great! I've been itching to bust some skulls since they cancelled My So-Called Life," Max said.

While they were talking, Rarity noticed a boy about her age outside. His lower lip looked like it had been stretched completely over his head.

"Hello, sir! Are you feeling all right?" Rarity called.

"Mind your own business!" the young man called back.

"RUFFIAN!"

"JERK!"

Rainbow then opened the closet and saw Brady Culture's hair inside.

"The way you shaved it off his head was kind of disturbing," she cringed.

"I can still remember the screams. It was like being in an actual horror film," Rarity added.

Rainbow closed the closet, not wanting to talk about it any longer.

"Come on, let's just go."

Everyone exited the office and headed straight for Bosco's. Upon entering, they saw Bosco wearing a bowler hat, a monocle, and a fake white mustache.

"What, ho! Samuel, Maximillian, Pamela-Pinkamena, Riley, and dearest Rachel!" he exclaimed in a British accent.

"What the--?" Sam exclaimed.

"How do you know my real name?" Rarity sputtered.

"Psst! It's me, Bosco!" Bosco whispered.

"That still doesn't explain how you of all people know that my real name is Rachel!"

"It was a lucky guess. I just assumed it was Rachel, since it made sense, given that you go by Rarity."

"Fair enough, but what's with the disguise? And who are you supposed to be, exactly?"

"I am Lord Reginald Rumplebottom, Earl of Dukedom, The Third. And as for the disguise, everybody's got in for me. So, I had to wear this disguise to throw them off the trail. They'll never find me, now."

"They wouldn't even know where to begin to look," Sam said.

"Clever clogs."

"What sick forces of evil are bedeviling you this time?"

"It's the Skinbodies, man. They're after me!"

"Skinbodies? Sounds like a pack of belligerent nudists," Max said.

"Oh, no. The Skinbodies are like those horrible, hairless cats but ten times worse!"

"Just what are the Skinbodies doing?" Rarity asked.

"They're stealing my... I mean, pinching my shaving cream!"

"Stealing your shaving cream? That's odd. Why would they do that?"

"So they can shave their bodies, of course. They're literal rats that shave their bodies."

"That is absolutely disgusting!"

"You don't even know the half of it."

"Yeah, yeah. We get it, Bosco," Rainbow groaned as she rolled her eyes. "So, do you have anything new for us? Aside from the can of shaving cream?"

"Well, I have a most peculiar device behind the counter..."

"What peculiar device are so eager to pawn off on us this time?" Sam asked.

"It's the latest in Bosco-Tech innovation. A delightful invention I like to call a chemical-based voice modulator."

"You mean you made a device that alters the pitch of your own voice?" Pinkie asked.

"Precisely."

"Okay, Bosco, we'll bite. How much?" Rainbow asked.

"That will be thirty shillings."

"Bosco, darling, Britain doesn't use shillings, anymore," Rarity explained. "They officially stopped using them in the early 1990's. So, at the expense of possibly sounding rude, how much is that in US dollars?"

"One million American dollars."

"A million bucks?! No way are we giving out that many tickets!" Max groaned.

"I think we'll have to find an entirely new revenue stream if we want that voice modulator," Sam said.

"Worth every shilling. Trust me, trust me," Bosco chuckled.

"Er... thank you, Bosco," Rarity said nervously. "We'll just take the shaving cream that you have lying on the table there."

Just as she was about to grab it, Jimmy Two-Teeth, who had all but his head shaven of his fur, leapt on to the table.

"Paws off, bitch! Mare! Bitchmare! The Skinbodies rule the streets!" he announced as he stole the shaving cream.

He then got inside a yellow RC car and drove off as another rat fired a tiny pocket pistol from the back.

"The nerve of that ruffian!"

"Blast! Bugger! Blimey! Bollocks! The little blighter did it again!" Bosco exclaimed. "After him! I mean, tally ho!"

Sam and Max just glanced at each other in confusion, not knowing what that meant. Rarity shook her head in disgust.

"Come on, you imbeciles, let's go!" Rarity exclaimed as she dragged them out of the store.

Upon exiting the store, the group made their way to the DeSoto. Upon reaching it, Max leapt out of the way of the RC car that Jimmy was driving.

"The Skinbodies can't be stopped!" he laughed.

"You little--!" Rainbow growled.

"Quick, after those rats!" Sam exclaimed.

Everyone hopped into the DeSoto and gave chase to Jimmy and the other Skinbody.

They eventually caught up to them and decided to find a way to stop them. When reasoning with them didn't work, Sam decided to take out his gun in an attempt to stop them. Every time he fired, however, Jimmy veered out of the way of the shot.

"Shoot 'em, Sam!" Max said.

"I'm trying, but they have good reflexes!" Sam replied.

Rainbow then noticed that Max was about to drive over a manhole and panicked. She took control of the wheel, causing Sam to fire at the RC car again. As soon as he did, Jimmy ran into a roadblock, causing the car to fall into the manhole. Thankfully, Max swiped the can of shaving cream before it could fall in with them once they hit the bottom. Sam then drove the DeSoto back to the office with the can of shaving cream in tow.

As soon as they got back to their street, Rarity slowly got out of the car, visibly shaken from the experience.

"Where did you learn how to drive?!" Rainbow shouted at Max.

"I didn't," Max said.

Once Rarity collected herself, she suggested that they go to Sybil's place, since she heard that she was going into a new profession.

Everyone entered Sybil's office and saw that it was filled to the brim with publishing and alien-like stuff. Pinkie then saw that the Newton balls weren't moving, so she decided to play with it. As soon as they started moving again, Sybil got upset.

"Pinkie! Don't play with that! It drives people crazy!" she scolded.

"Like who?" Pinkie asked.

"Me!"

"Aw, you're no fun!"

"Look, as much as I don't like it when people play with that, I have to say, I'm very happy to see all of you!"

"Why's that, darling?" Rarity asked.

"Well, I'm in a bit of a dilemma. I don't suppose you have any candid photos of little green men feeling frisky, do you?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's my new career! I'm a tabloid publisher specializing in the thoughtful analysis of groundbreaking news of interest to myself and others like me."

"What's it called?" Sam asked.

"The Alien Love Triangle Times!"

"You're a publisher, now?!" Pinkie gasped. "But... I didn't get any notification about my appointment getting canceled."

"Oh, that. Sorry. Must've slipped my mind."

"Wouldn't be the first time something like this has happened," Rarity groaned as she folded her arms.

"So, about this photo..." Rainbow said, changing the subject. "What exactly are you looking for?"

"Well, my new tabloid, the Alien Love Triangle Times, needs a cover photo of an extraterrestrial biological entity -- or alien, as the unwashed masses calls them, caught getting cozy with some of the locals."

"Geez, Sybil, you're starting to sound like Twilight."

Rarity immediately jabbed her friend in the stomach.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Hold your tongue!" she growled.

"So, you're looking for a cover photo of little green men canoodling, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, though I'm kind of desperate at this point," Sybil sighed. "Basically, I can use anything as long as there are three beings in the shot and at least one of them's an alien. It IS the Alien Love Triangle Times, after all."

"Got it."

"Quick question, Sybil, have you learned anything since you started this tabloid?" Rarity asked.

"I learned why Elvis had such an otherworldly voice," Sybil replied.

"Elvis was not an alien! He was just naturally talented! I can't believe someone like you would say such a thing!"

"Sure he was. He just wore makeup to cover his emerald green skin."

"Frankly, Sybil, this project is disturbing, as well as distressingly intimate," Sam said.

"Like seeing Stephen King getting a hot butter massage!" Max added.

"Oh, you saw last week's issue!" Sybil said proudly.

"So, who else is an alien?" Pinkie asked.

"Dr. Phil."

"Well, that goes without saying," Sam said.

"Okay, this is getting too weird. I'm out of here!" Rainbow said as she walked out of Sybil's office.

"Yes, I do believe that we should all get going," Rarity added.

And with that, they all said goodbye to Sybil and walked back outside.

Once they did, they all hopped into the DeSoto and headed towards the TV station, WARP. After driving for a while, they soon made it down to the TV station for WARP. Upon walking inside, Pinkie's eyes lit up upon seeing someone familiar. It was Applejack and she was talking to a woman with auburn-colored hair and blue eyeshadow. She was wearing a yellow shirt, blue jeans held by a belt, yellow socks, red tennis shoes and a headset.

Pinkie ran up to Applejack and gave her a big hug.

"Pinkie, what are ya doing here?" Applejack asked.

"Do you know this nutjob?" the woman asked.

"Yes, I do."

"Hi, Pinkie Pie, nice to meet you," Pinkie said as she shook the woman's hand.

"She's my fourth cousin twice removed by a fifth cousin," Applejack explained.

"I see," the woman stuttered. "And what about them?"

The woman pointed to the others as they walked up to them.

"I don't know about the dog and the rabbit... but the others are ma friends. That's Rarity and that there's my best friend for life, Rainbow Dash."

"Sup?" Rainbow greeted.

"Applejack, this is Sam and Max, they're the Freelance Police," Pinkie said as she introduced Sam and Max to Applejack.

"Not the strangest thing I've seen or heard. Pleased to met y'all," Applejack said.

"So, your name's Applejack?" Sam remarked. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to help the director get replacement stars for the WARP sitcom, Midtown Cowboys."

"Midtown Cowboys? The critically-panned but publicly-adored sitcom about two cattle ranchers trying to make it in downtown Manhattan?" Max asked enthusiastically.

"Yep. That's the one. You see, the director is incredibly livid right now because the original two stars went on Myra's show a few days ago and haven't come back since."

"Why?" Rainbow asked.

"She hates Myra, that's why! Everything about her. WARP ain't known for their quality in their shows. But with Myra, it's a whole different can of worms. Myra wants her guests to feel comfortable and make sure that her talk show looks nice. That goes against everything that the director works for."

"You just had to bring that up," the director snarled.

"Well, what did ya expect? I had to tell them the truth! They were gonna find out about it eventually!"

"Fair point."

"And besides, I think Sam and Max would be perfect for the role. Don't get me wrong, Rarity's a great actress, but she tends to be overdramatic at times."

"I heard that!" Rarity snarled.

"Anyways, just give 'em a chance. You might be surprised."

The director nodded her head and asked for Sam and Max to step forward.

"I'm going to have play a scene from Disney's Old Yeller. Tell me you've seen it."

"Please don't be the ending! Please don't be the ending!" Applejack pleaded softly.

"Max, I want you to play the boy."

"Shit!" Applejack cussed quietly.

Despite her displeasure over the director's choice of scenes, Sam and Max passed the audition with flying colors thanks to the shaving cream and the tear gas grenade launcher. After that, everyone entered the stage door behind her and walked on to the set of Midtown Cowboys. Much to their surprise, the director was already there before they even got there.

Everyone was shocked and confused as to how that could even be possible.

"How did you...?" Rainbow started before being interrupted.

"Sorry, you'd be amazed how many times a day I have to do that. Things tend to be hectic, here," the director explained.

"Doesn't bother us a bit," Sam said. "Sam and Max, consummate professional actors, reporting for duty!"

"You said doody, Sam," Max chuckled.

"Ha, ha. Hilarious," Rarity said sarcastically.

"Uh, miss director lady, could you please explain the premise of this show? We don't get WARP back in Canterlot City," Pinkie asked.

"Okay, here's the drill. On Midtown Cowboys, Sam and Max play a pair of cattle ranchers trying to raise a herd in an apartment in Manhattan," the director explained.

"My uncle Ernie did that, except it was pigs, and not in an apartment," Max said randomly.

"Can it, lagomorph!" Applejack growled.

"I only see one cow," Sam said.

"It's a small herd, you're struggling, okay?" the director explained.

"Okay."

"You've got this landlord, Mr. Featherly, who has a very strict no-cows policy."

"Devilishly inconvenient."

"I begin to see from whence the hilarity sprouts!" Max added.

"Yes. Featherly is always barging in, and you try to hide the fact that you have a cow in the apartment. Lots of sight gags, usually something gross winds up happening. Simple enough?" the director continued.

"Great! Where's the script?" Sam asked.

"There's kind of slight problem with that, Sam," Applejack said. "You see, the cow over there, Bessy Beauvine, ate most of the script, so you two are going to have to improvise. You know, ad-lib, as they call it in show business. And don't worry, you'll be working with Philo Pennyworth. He's a great actor, even if he is a literal chicken. He plays Featherly."

"Check. Anything else?"

"I'll let the director explain this one. All this searching has gotten me thirsty. I'm gonna have me a cider."

Applejack walked behind the camera and took out a bottle of apple cider from the crate. She popped the top off and started to drink it. As she did, the director explained that there was one line that was saved from the script. The product placement line. The line was given to Max.

"We're as ready as we're ever going to be! Let's start taping the show!"

"All right, people! Stay off-camera if you're not an actor!" the director shouted.

Upon hearing this, Rarity, Pinkie and Rainbow Dash walked out of camera view so that only Sam and Max would be visible. Pinkie then noticed a laff box.

"Um, may I?" she asked nervously.

"Absolutely."

Delighted, Pinkie put on the headset and gave the thumbs-up to show that she was ready.

"ACTION!" the director yelled.

The cameras began rolling and Sam and Max could do the show. The first thing that Sam did was pick a plate and a lampshade, both of which were props. As he was doing this, everyone heard a voice from the other side of one of the doors. It was Philo's character, Featherly, ordering them to open the doors. Sam then walked over to Bessy and placed the lampshade on her head.

"There we go. Life of the party!" Sam exclaimed.

As soon as the door opened, Pinkie played the sound effect of a cheering audience. That was because the person, or rather, chicken, who entered, was none other than Philo's character, Mr. Featherly. He was a chicken wearing glasses, a plaid shirt, blue scarf, and brown pants.

"A-ha! I know you've got a -- Well, well, well! Who's your guest boys?" Featherly said as he walked up to Bessy.

"This is the French chef we hired to satisfy our inexplicable insatiable craving for omelets and duck à L'Orange."

As soon as Sam said that, Pinkie pressed a button that emulated the audience laughing, since most of them were, of course, still on Myra's show.

"And frogs' legs! I like mine extra crispy," Max added.

"A French chef, eh? I love French bread, and French fries," Featherly said.

Pinkie, of course, pressed another button on the laff box as soon as Featherly mentioned French bread and French fries.

"I went to gui Paris one time, m'self, you know? It was back in my army days."

Pinkie pressed another button to emulate laughter as Sam shook his head, trying to keep himself from laughing. He then walked over to the cowpie behind Bessie and kicked the plate under it. Featherly walked over to Bessie's tail and yanked on it with his beak, causing her to moo in pain.

"I'm sorry, what was that you said?"

"He said Moo Goo Gai Pain. It's a French dish the chef has just made."

"Super! I'll try some of that! Where's the plate?"

Featherly walked over to the cowpie to taste the so-called French dish.

"Interesting!"

"That's one word for it," Max said.

"There's a familiar flavor... fennel, maybe?"

"Kentucky bluegrass, I think," Sam said.

"This moo-moo whatever stuff is really good! What's it called in English?"

"Cowpie!" Max exclaimed.

"Really? That's funny, it sounds just like --"

Before Featherly could continue, he realized what he was eating was cow dung. He began spitting it out in disgust as Pinkie pressed a button on the laff box.

"Max, now! Say the line!" Applejack whispered.

"Better get the serious toothpaste!" Max exclaimed.

That was the product placement line that the director saved from the script.

After he said that, the show ended.

"That was comic gold! The network is going to love it!" the director beamed as Pinkie took off her headset.

"Naturally," Philo said in his real British voice. "I'll be in my dressing room refreshing my muse - don't call me for at least an hour."

And with that, he left the set and returned to his dressing room. As a reward for doing the show, the director gave Sam a clip from the show to take with him. After doing so, she returned the set back to its original state before the taping started.

While that may have seemed strange, the clip was actually something that they didn't know they needed in order to see Myra. Why? Well, they were soon about to find out.

Author's Note

Max was the one who guessed it originally. The names were Phyliss Diller, Gavin MacLeod and Wink Martindale. That was from the original TellTale version and they kept in the remake. I changed it, because both Phyliss Diller and Gavin MacLeod have passed away since the game's original 2006 release. Plus, these names are more known by today's audience, as far as I'm concerned.