Mal slowly ripped the velcroed flap down on the pouch that held his tear gas grenades.

“Alright Brad! Despite what yer horse buddy says about ya slippin' yer way back outside, Ah know yer in here. Sum' where. Remember back when ya asked me if Ah would gas sum horse's home just to get to u. Those were sum good times.

"Now Ah'm gonna give you the count of ten to show yerself." Mal said as he was about to pull out one of the grenades. "Hell, Ah might jes' count to five instead. Either way yer goin' to start suckin' tear gas if u-”

Something shifted from behind one of larger work stations. Mal jerk his head over towards the sound. He smirked crookedly and tighten up his grip on the mossberg as he started to silently creep towards the noise in question.

“Please let me talk to him!” The voice behind him pleaded. “Allow me to persuade him to turn himself in! Mr. Coltran, please, I beg of-”

Mal started to chewed the end of his toothpick into splinters as the shopkeeper continued to grate on his nerves. The urgency in the brown color stallion's voice increased in volume as Mal made his way further into the room.

“Please, Mr.Coltran, sir! Everything here is of vital important to me. Please don't touch THAT! I don't know if you can understand me or care to, but I cannot afford to have my life’s work to be ruin by-”

The ever-annoying shopkeeper let out a loud gasp as Mal spun on the pony.

“Ah don't give a good goddamn about what yer storin' here in ya barn! All I care about gittin' mah bounty and gittin' mah award. An' if ya don't stop flappin' those horse lips at me, Ah will start makin' it mah job to start seein' uh certain horse everyday until it dies or moves outta town. Do we have an' understandin'?”

“Just don't touch anything.” The shopkeeper replied in defeat.

Mal turned back to the covered pile that sat beside a drafting table. He started to slowly approaching the suspected canvas covered pile when, suddenly, the cloth cover burst into life.

It took off running towards one of few glass paned windows in the large room. Mal started to unloading onto the moving canvas but after the second blast, a pair of brown hooves shoved the barrel up into the ceiling.

Mal let out a savage snarl as he cuffed the shopkeeper on the side of his head with the butt of his riot gun. He leveled the gun back onto his escapee in time to see his bounty smash through the window, it's canvas cloth flapping out into the warm summer air.

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Brad land onto a market stall on the street below the store. Immediately, the neon colored stallion threw himself sideways to distribute the impact of the landing. He fell onto the street rolled out of the canvas covering and beneath a pull cart.

When Brad rolled out of the other side of the cart and got to his hooves, he found himself standing right besides a spooked Applejack.

“What in tarnation?!” The stetson wearing mare yelled.

“Love the hat!” Brad shouted back over his withers as he scurried away.

“Uh, thanks?” The perplex apple farmer replied as she watched the strange stallion push his into the crowds of startled ponies and shopkeepers in front of her.

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Mal stood inside the broken window frame, watching the neon pony drift into the crowded street below. He let out a tired sigh.'Well, if the fall don't kill me, mah heart will.' He spat out his the splintery shreds of his toothpick, took off his hat and leapt out the second story window.

Applejack suddenly found herself hauled off the ground as the cart tipped backwards.

“Waaaah!” the orange freckled face mare shouted with surprised panic as her legs kicking out helplessly, as her cart's hardness held her up in the air.

She turn her head to see Mal Coltran lying on top of her cart load of apples. “Git outta mah cart!” She yelled in anger. The bounty hunter made a weird gesture with his one of his hands towards the apple farmer as he leapt off the cart, causing the mare to come crashing back down into the hard, stone pavement.

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Brad was trying his best to make some headway through the thick crowd. He spotted a nearby pile of stacked wooded crates and jostled his way over. He started to climbed the pile of crates when suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around his shocking pink tail hairs.

Brad looked back in shock to see his terror stricken face being reflected back from the man's sunglasses. “Gotcha.” The bounty hunter grinned up at the fright bounty before whipping the 175 pound pony off the shipping crates.

The stallion was slammed in the ground with such a force that it knocked the air out of him. The redneck knelt over him, grabbing the pony by the throat. A neon green hoof weakly smacked the giant's face, knocking the bounty hunter's sunglasses off.

“Oh, ya not done are ya?” The bounty hunter said as he lift the pony up by the throat before sending him crashing back down into the street.

SLAM!

“Ya gonna give up now? Huh?”

“ca-can't br-breath.” The pony choked out.

“Wrong answer.”

The bounty hunter smacked the stallion's head with the back of his hand hard enough to rattle the pony's teeth.

Brad coughed and spat blood into the Mauler's face. The bounty hunter narrow his steel blue eyes as he place one of his rough hands on top of the pony's face

“Looks like sum one needs to be taught uh lesson on why messin' wit the Mauler is not such uh good idea.”

“No! W-Wait! Can't we, like, talk about this?” The stallion ask.

“That offer expired a long time ago, kiddo.”

Mal sent Brad's head bouncing off the pavement.

The stallion felt the searing white hot pain flare across his vision. When the pain faded, his fluorescent eyes focused and then widened as he saw the Mauler cocking back a huge knuckle duster clad fist, the dull brass gleaming in the sun light.

“Say goodnight Gracy!”

But before the bounty hunter could lay down the punishing blow, a pair of neon hind legs slammed into the crouching bounty hunter's cojones.

The man's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and hiss out in pain as he fell over onto his side.

Brad shakily got to his hooves and started to wobbly trot his way from the groaning human. But he didn't get far as a hand nabbed the pony's right hoof.

“Ah ain't finished wit ya yet!” Mauler snarled.

The stallion bucked back with his left back leg, hitting the bounty hunter squared on face.

There was a loud snap and the man cried out in pain as he released the fluorescent pony.

'Does this asshole ever quit?' Brad thought as he started to make his way past the surrounding circle of onlookers.

The stallion only made it about a dozen or so strides before hearing the sudden roar of the bounty hunter behind him.

Brad pour on the speed as he took off down the street.

The sound of his pursuers heavy boots drew closer and closer. Brad Carter juked his way through the crowed throngs of shoppers.

The massive shadow of bounty hunter seem to be growing larger by the second as it loomed over the day-glow pony. The Mauler was gaining on the him and the stallion started to panic as he felt the man's finger tips whip through the edges of his mane.

In a last ditch effort to lose the hulking Mauler, Brad swerved to the left and then jumped over an elderly mare's walker.

CRASH!

ARRRRRGH!!

The obnoxious colored pony whipped his head back at the noise in time to see his pursuer legs tangle up in the pony's walker.

Brad spun around on his hooves and drifted backwards a few feet as he watch the Mauler tumble head over heels in a collision course with some background pony's market stand.

He brayed out a triumph “Ha-ha!” as the bounty hunter impacted with the blue pony's stand, sending pineapples and coconuts flying into the air.

And then the stallion started dancing a little jig in the middle of the street while singing a horrendously off key, Pinkie's 'Giggle at the Ghostly,' to celebrate his foe's unfortunate shopping trip.

Author's Note

So is Brad Carter gonna get his flanked sued off by Pinkie Pie?
Is the Mauler of Ponyville finally dead?
Will Pinkie sing a song about it?
And who is this mysterious background pony that sells exotic produce on the side?

Coming up next: Givin' it the ol' College try