Last Ditch

*Starts off in Chapter 2*

"But, I always knew that Rarity was the one for me, the only one, we were destined to be together! I'll never love again!" Spike began to sprint out of the showroom, but he felt a hoof hold him in place.

"Okay, kid," Fleetwood reasoned with him, as he struggled to keep the dragon from running, "What if I made you an apprentice, of sorts, took you under my wing? I could be able to help you get your mare back."

Spike sniffled, and looked up at him, eyes watering, "You'd do that?"

"Sure!" the brown pegasus smiled, "You're my special buddy, you know? That Cutlass was a special, I don't rent 'em out to ANYPONY, you know..."

"Oh, THANK YOU, FLEET!" Spike's enthusiasm exploded. He ran off toward home, screaming the news to everypony he passed.

As soon as he left, a blue 1972 Camaro, missing it's bumper roared up, and screeched to a halt at the curb. Out got a small, skinny tan pony, who ran up to the dealer, weeping.

"MR. BROUGHAM!" he blubbered as he came through the front door, "IT DI'N'T WORK, SHE DI'N'T GO OU' WI' ME!"

"Oh, Wilcox," Fleetwood soothed giving him a hug, "What happened?"

"WELL...." He began, "I PULL'D UP AT SCHOOL..."

"Yeah...."

"I CAME TO 'ER IN IT....."

"Mmhm..."

"AN' THE BUMPER FELL OFF!"

"Aw, that's too bad...." Fleetwood then fished around in his pocket, and found some car keys, and handed them to Wilcox. "You know? A customer just brought back that Cutlass, had 100% satisfaction! If you wanna take it, you can! But, for a small fee..."

"Oh, THANKS, Mr. Brougham!" Wilcox replied, sounding very similar to our little purple friend, "But, why would you do this for me?"

"It's simple!" Fleetwood chuckled, "We're Special Buddies! Wilcox, I don't give this kind of a deal to anyone else, you know....Here, lemme see if I could put you down for a new Pontiac as well....."