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> As chief of police of Ponyville PD, you have a lot on your plate.
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> Peas, carrots, and two officers that are more trouble than they're worth.
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> But they're all you got, not to mention that you are friends with both of them.
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> You'll be getting your policing cutie marks in no time.
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> "Chief Belle! There is a suspicious somepony at ten o'clock!"
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> You look up at the sun, gauging the time.
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"But it's only 3 in the afternoon, how do you know there will be a suspicious somepony at 10?"
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> Scootaloo points down the street.
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> "No, I mean he's over there!"
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> You narrow your eyes.
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> You'd know that somepony anywhere.
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> It's Anonymous, the most prolififif, um, does a lot of bad things guy!
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"Good work, Officer Aloo. Let's take him in for questioning."
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> The three of you trot over to the human.
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> He's looking cool and rebellious, leaning against the outside of the Sofa and Quills store.
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> Officer Bloom is the first to reach him.
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> "Heya, Anon. How long have you been standing here?"
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> You admire her cleverness, sounding friendly, but asking a question so that he incriminates himself.
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> Anon glances at all of you, and gets a twinkle in his eye.
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> You all know what's going to happen next.
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> "Oh, I don't know. Maybe... fifteen minutes. Probably longer."
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> Officer Aloo scowls.
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> "How dare you, you loiterereerr!"
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> Officer Bloom starts spinning her lassoo, and you frown grimly at the criminal.
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"You are under arrest, Anonymous. Anything you say can and will be written down in this handy dandy noteb-"
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> Your magic tries to retrieve that important piece of law enforcement equipment, but It's not there!
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> You run around in circles, trying to look into your saddle bags, but they keep getting away!
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> Anon chuckles, like a bad person who got to eat candy when you couldn't because Rarity was being mean about keeping your teeth healthy and stuff.
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> "No notebook? Then maybe I can talk about all the bad things I did, and you won't be able to tell on me later."
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> You scrunch.
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> He's right.
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> There's nothing you ca-
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> Rope falls around Anon's torso, and Apple Bloom pulls it tight.
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> "Got 'im! Let's take you back to the station, and then you'll talk!"
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> Your blood runs cold.
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> This is not how police do things.
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> Scootaloo comes buzzing around the corner, her scooter pulling the paddy wagon.
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> Anon has to sit with his knees all the way up to fit, but that just makes it harder for him to get away.
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> You should say something, do something to stop this abuse of the law.
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> But... nopony takes you seriously.
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> You need a victory, even if you are kinda sorta cheating a little bit.
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> It's not like Anon isn't a known criminal, right?
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> So you say nothing as you and Officer Bloom clamber up onto his shoulders and Officer Aloo starts the engine.
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> You clear your throat, and start singing the traditional police song.
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"Wee oo Wee oo Wee oo!"
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> It's not a difficult song, because not every officer can be a great singer, but you do your best anyhow.
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> Nice, honest pony citizens on the street wave as you zip by, and you wave back.
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> It's a relief when you pull into the treehouse station.
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> Anon was well behaved the entire way, and you contempl-compti- think about giving him a sticker if he keeps up the good behavior.
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> Not a gold star though, that's only for citizens who went above and beyond the call of duty.
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> You slip off his shoulder, and head towards your desk.
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> Officer Bloom leads the criminal to the timeout corner, and sits him down on an old flat pillow that was donated to the station.
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> It's got a nice blue pillowcase with a faded daisy flower pattern.
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> It's the little things like this, that help criminals know that while they did bad, they still can be nice ponies.
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> You find your handy dandy notebook quickly, snatching it up from your desk and trotting over for interrogation.
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> Scootaloo joins you, and the Cutie Mark Policemares are go!
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> You remove the crayon from the spiral of the notebook and flip to a blank page.
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"So, for the record, What is your name?"
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> He tries to keep a smile off his face, but you can just tell he thinks you are cute.
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> You are not cute!
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> "My name is Anonymous."
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> You nod, and start scribbling.
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> It's not like you could spell that, so you just draw his head, with a question mark over his face, because drawing faces is hard.
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> You are very sure that drawing is not your special talent.
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"And what were you doing at 10 o'clock outside Sofa and Quills?"
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> Scootaloo coughs
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> "3 o'clock, chief."
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> You blush.
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"Right, 3 o'clock. Well?"
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> Anon leans back against the corner, sitting cross-legged on the pillow.
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> "I was waiting for my friends to find me, so we could play together."
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> You give him a flat look.
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> "For fifteen whole minutes? That's like, half of a cartoon show on TV."
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> Anon scratches his chin.
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> "Did I say fifteen minutes? Maybe it was an hour. Yeah, I think I was waiting an hour for my friends, outside that store."
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> Your mind reels at the shear amount of time he suffered through.
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> An hour?
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> That's two cartoon shows!
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> Two!
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> Regarderlesser, you write it down by drawing two TV's.
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> Officer Bloom picks up the questioning in the meantime.
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> "And who were these friends you were waiting for?"
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> Anon beams.
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> "Their names are Bloom Apple, Aloo Scoot, and Belle Sweetie."
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> You start to draw three ponies, but then you realize what he said.
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"That's us!"
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> Anon shakes his head.
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> "No, you're Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo. Totally different."
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> You scrunch pretty hard, and you can see your fellow officers scrunch too.
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> But that just makes him smile.
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> You are clearly dealing with a hardened criminal.
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> Officer Aloo shakes her head.
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> "Nuh-uh! You just said our names all flipped around. You were totally waiting for us!"
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> Anon raises an eyebrow.
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> "What does the notebook say, did I say your names, or did I say somepony else's names?"
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> You clutch the notebook close to your chest, hiding the fact that you didn't write down anything like that.
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"We're the ones asking the questions here, Anonymous. Were you waiting for us, and are we your friends?"
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> He gazes at you for a long moment, his face getting pretty serious.
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> "I was waiting for all of you, my friends."
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> You can't help but smile, along with your fellow officers.
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"You're our friend too."
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> "Uh-huh!" "Yep!"
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> Anon wipes away an imaginary tear, his eyes twinkling.
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> "Then do you forgive me for loitering for an hour?"
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> You scrunch the heck up.
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"I'm sorry Anon, but you broke the law, and we have to throw the book at you."
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> Officer Aloo raises her hoof and waves it eagerly.
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> "I'll get it!"
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> You nod to her.
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"See that you do. We'll get Anon ready for his punishment."
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> Scootaloo sprints towards the bookcase, and pulls out a thick cardboard book.
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> You nuzzle under Anon's arm and climb into his lap, Officer Bloom doing the same on the other side.
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> Finally, Scootaloo tosses the book to Anon.
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> He catches it in both hands, and she crawls underneath and sits in the middle of his lap.
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> Anon lowers his arms and gets ready to read.
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>The three of you wiggle a little to get comfy, then settle down as he starts talking.
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> "The Ursine Ursas and Being Polite to Store-owners. Brother Ursa wanted some candy, and..."
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> The setting sun shines warmly through the window.
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> You smile fondly at the three fillies napping on your lap.
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> They had an exciting day, patrolling the town, catching a well-known criminal, and carrying out justice.
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> You carefully reach into Sweetie Belle's saddlebags and pluck out the notebook.
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> You flip through the pages, chuckling at the earnest, yet unskilled drawings of townsponies and yourself.
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> They might not be the heroes the town needs, but they are the ones the town deserves.
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