The train arrives at Appleloosa, and the Flim Flam brothers get out.
Applejack: *Watching* Ok, let's go. *Exits train*
Braeburn: *Follows*
Flim: *walks into saloon*
Flam: *Walks into saloon*
Dexter: *Walks into saloon*
Applejack: What do you suppose they're up to?
Braeburn: I ain't sure. We better get back to my orchard.
So they did, but inside the saloon.
Dexter: *grabs paper, and pen* Alright. What am I writing?
Flim: A letter! We've gone over this 5 times already in the train.
Flam: Here is what we want you to write. You ready?
Dexter: Ready.
Flam: Dear Applejack. You have made us cross for the last time. We want to have a duel against you, tomorrow at high noon. Signed, Flim, and Flam.
Dexter: *Writing letter* You guys aren't even signing this.
Flim: So? It doesn't matter, as long as you're writing it down for us.
Dexter: Whatever. *takes letter* I'm gonna give it to them now.
Flam: Please, by all means. Go give them that letter.
Dexter: *Walks out of saloon*
Meanwhile at Braeburn's orchard
Applejack: *Bucks trees causing apples to fall* Well, I told you I'd get all of them.
Braeburn: Um, Applejack? That's the only tree in this orchard.
Applejack: *Looks around orchard* Why do you have only one tree?
Braeburn: It gives me a lot of apples, you know.
Applejack: *Checks bucket* You're right.
Dexter: *Arrives with letter*
Applejack: *Sees Dexter* What do you want now?!
Dexter: Nothing, I just came to give you this letter *Drops letter, and runs away*
Applejack: *Takes letter*
Braeburn: You're not going to shoot him?
Applejack: Not now. *Opens letter* I just wanna see this letter he gave us. *reading letter*
Dear Applejack.
You have made us cross for the last time. We want to have a duel against you, tomorrow at high noon.
Signed, Flim, and Flam.
2 B continued
Applejack: *Watching* Ok, let's go. *Exits train*
Braeburn: *Follows*
Flim: *walks into saloon*
Flam: *Walks into saloon*
Dexter: *Walks into saloon*
Applejack: What do you suppose they're up to?
Braeburn: I ain't sure. We better get back to my orchard.
So they did, but inside the saloon.
Dexter: *grabs paper, and pen* Alright. What am I writing?
Flim: A letter! We've gone over this 5 times already in the train.
Flam: Here is what we want you to write. You ready?
Dexter: Ready.
Flam: Dear Applejack. You have made us cross for the last time. We want to have a duel against you, tomorrow at high noon. Signed, Flim, and Flam.
Dexter: *Writing letter* You guys aren't even signing this.
Flim: So? It doesn't matter, as long as you're writing it down for us.
Dexter: Whatever. *takes letter* I'm gonna give it to them now.
Flam: Please, by all means. Go give them that letter.
Dexter: *Walks out of saloon*
Meanwhile at Braeburn's orchard
Applejack: *Bucks trees causing apples to fall* Well, I told you I'd get all of them.
Braeburn: Um, Applejack? That's the only tree in this orchard.
Applejack: *Looks around orchard* Why do you have only one tree?
Braeburn: It gives me a lot of apples, you know.
Applejack: *Checks bucket* You're right.
Dexter: *Arrives with letter*
Applejack: *Sees Dexter* What do you want now?!
Dexter: Nothing, I just came to give you this letter *Drops letter, and runs away*
Applejack: *Takes letter*
Braeburn: You're not going to shoot him?
Applejack: Not now. *Opens letter* I just wanna see this letter he gave us. *reading letter*
Dear Applejack.
You have made us cross for the last time. We want to have a duel against you, tomorrow at high noon.
Signed, Flim, and Flam.
2 B continued
Then Night signaled Scootaloo to go to the right and break open the door in the back. ,"I'll wait behind the car sir" Pin Tail told Sky. ,"alright but be ready" the general whispered to Pin.
As the two took their positions and. Began entering, Scootaloo broke the door with a loud bang causing the insane pony in the second story to take out his heavy machine gun and open fire at the armored car.
Bullets hit the car alerting the ponies inside to move the turret and return fire. Pin Tail got out his bolt-action rifle and pulled back the bolt then pressed it back in and fired a shot near the window frame missing the enemy gun by a few feet.