Chapter 1
The Last Case
Clop! Clop! Clop! Clop! The sound of pattering hooves could be heard on the street one night in Ponyville. A pink form whizzed down the street, it's speed increasing as it got nearer to it's destination. It jumped down off the edge of City Hall, somersaulted, and landed on it's knees. The form was Pinkie Pie, the foremost champion of the law and the greatest detective in Ponyville. She kicked open a door and ran down the stairs. She stopped as she saw a figure with a lantern. She pressed herself against the corner and waited. As she waited, she started to plan how the fight would go.
Head cocked to the left. Partial deafness in ear. First point of attack. Two, throat. Paralyze vocal chords. Stop screaming. Three, got to be a heavy drinker. Floating rib to the liver. Four, finally, dragging left leg, hoof to patella. Summary of prognosis, conscious in 90 seconds. Martial efficacy, quarter of an hour, at best. Full factory recovery, unlikely.
She draped her coat around herself to blend into the shadows. The pony with the lantern walked into where Pinkie was hiding, suspecting nothing. Like a viper, Pinkie attacked with lightning fast speed. Before you could say, Cherriechanga, the pony was on the ground, unconscious. Pinkie took his bowler hat off his head and put it on hers. She was wearing a short maroon frock coat, blue and brown block striped wool cloth waistcoat, purple cravat and and a white open neck shirt with unbuttoned cuffs, plus the stolen bowler hat. Then she grabbed the lantern and continued down. She stopped at the top of a ledge and looked at the bottom. A chamber was at the bottom. She looked and saw a bunch of pony's gathered around a stone alter with a light blue filly convulsing. A cloaked pony was chanting some sort of mystical incantation that Pinkie couldn't quite make out. Little did she know that a gruff stallion was sneaking up behind her. He tried to grab her, but Pinkie countered and then another pony came behind the stallion and grabbed him. She was a purple unicorn with a blue mane with purple and pink highlights. She was wearing a brown checked tweed suit jacket, a single breasted brown slip-on overcoat, double stiff collar shirt, a coachman's style bowler hat and functional walking stick. Pinkie held the stallion's snout while the purple unicorn had him in a headlock. The purple unicorn smiled.
“I like the hat,” she said. Pinkie nodded.
“I just picked it up.”
“Did you remember your revolver?” the purple unicorn asked. Pinkie sighed.
“Knew I forgot something. Thought I'd left the stove on,” she said. The purple unicorn smiled.
“You did,” she said. The stallion slipped into unconsciousness and Pinkie let go of his snout.
“I think that's enough. You're a doctor, after all,” she said. The purple unicorn let the stallion go as he crumpled to the floor. Pinkie smiled and held out her hoof.
“Always nice to see you, Twilight,” she said. Twilight smiled and shook her hoof. The unicorn was in fact Pinkie's colleague and best friend, Twilight Sparkle. The two ponies removed their hats and looked down at their destination.
“Where's the Inspector?” Pinkie asked. Twilight sighed, removing her overcoat.
“She's getting her troops lined up,” she said. Pinkie shook her head, handing Twilight her walking stick.
“That could be all day,” she said. They headed down into the chamber and prepared to engage the enemy. They ran down the stairs and attacked the cloaked pony's goons. Pinkie knocked one stallion in the face with her elbow, while Twilight bashed a few with her walking stick. Pinkie grabbed two clubs that a few of the goons were using. Another goon started walking over, wielding a revolver and pointed it at Pinkie. The gun went off and Twilight was alerted to the sound. Pinkie turned the goon she was wrestling with around so he was facing his friend and the goon with the revolver shot him in the shoulder. Pinkie threw him at his friend and they went tumbling. Twilight fought a few off, and then pulled her revolver out of her jacket pocket. One of the stallion's was struggling to get up when Twilight smacked him with her walking stick. The light blue filly picked up the knife that was lying beside her and tried to stab herself. Pinkie ran over, and struggled to get the knife out of her hoof. The candles blew out and an unnatural aura of supernatural power could be felt all around the chamber. The cloaked pony turned it's head as Pinkie pointed the clubs at it
“Pinkie Pie. And her loyal dog. Tell me, doctor, as a medical mare, have you enjoyed my work?” the figure asked. Twilight glared.
“Let me show you how much I've enjoyed it,” she said, lunging at the figure. But Pinkie Pie stopped her.
“Twilight! Don't!” she said. Then she looked at the pony's clasped hooves.
“Look!” she said. Twilight looked and saw a sharp, thin piece of glass protruding out.
“How'd you see that?” Twilight asked.
“Because I was looking for it,” Pinkie said, breaking the glass. Twilight kept her revolver trained on the figure and Pinkie removed it's hood. The pony was revealed to be a light blue unicorn mare with a white mane and tail.
“Trixie?” Twilight asked. Indeed, this was Ponyville's own Trixie, a traveling magician who boasted too much for her own good. Trixie smiled.
“You seem surprised,” she said. Twilight trained her revolver on the unicorn, but Pinkie interrupted her.
“I think the filly deserves your attention, more than she does,” she said. Twilight nodded.
“Right,” she said. She walked past, but not before hitting Trixie across the face. Suddenly, all of the Trotland Yard police force came charging in. Led by Police Inspector Rainbow Dash, the force surrounded Trixie. One of the stallions tried to grab his revolver, when Rainbow Dash pointed hers on him.
“I'd leave that alone if I were you, kiddo,” she said. The stallion lifted his hooves in surrender. Rainbow Dash smiled.
“Good boy,” she said, kicking him unconscious with her hooves. Rainbow Dash was wearing a white button up shirt, with a black waistcoat and a long black overcoat. On top of her head was a dark brown bowler hat. Pinkie smiled.
“Excellent timing, Rainbow. We've one for the doctor, and we've one for the rope,” she said. Rainbow Dash looked at her right hand mare, Scootaloo and motioned to Trixie.
“Scoot,” she said. Scootaloo nodded. Twilight interrupted, working to help the light blue filly.
“This filly needs a hospital immediately,” she said. Rainbow Dash nodded.
“Put her in the wagon,” she said. Scootaloo shackled Trixie and was leading her away.
“If you don't mind,” Trixie said, indicating she could find her way. Rainbow Dash glared.
“Get her out of my sight,” she said. Then she turned to Pinkie.
“You were supposed to wait for my orders,” she said. Pinkie smiled.
“If I had, you'd be cleaning up a corpse and chasing a rumor. Besides, the filly's parents hired me, not the Yard. I don't know why they thought you'd require any assistance. It's beyond me,” she said. Rainbow Dash smiled.
“Well, Ponyville will breath a sigh of relief,” she said. Twilight smiled.
“Of course. Congratulations, Rainbow,” she said. Pinkie smiled.
“Bravo, Inspector. Have a bubblegum cigar,” she said, handing the pink cylinder to Rainbow Dash.
“Ladies!” a voice said. All three of them looked and saw a photographer with a camera.
“Cheese!” he said. Pinkie covered her face with her leg. To her, it wasn't about publicity. It was about the challenge. It was about playing the game for the game's sake. Besides, she didn't want to be mobbed by ponies when she went out. The paper was printed and the next morning, every pony in Ponyville knew the name of Pinkie Pie.
