The train stops at the station in Kaanapali.
Larry: *Gets off, holding the suit cases with him*
Adrenaline: *Follows*
Larry: *Finds a telephone booth at the station* Make the call, I'm going to get us a ride. *Walks to a blue Belleville in the parking lot*
Adrenaline: *Dials his bosses number*
Larry: *Picks the lock on the door on the left side*
Adrenaline: Hey, boss. We took care of those guys. Yeah, we got the evidence. Alright then. See you later.
Don Castalini: You didn't even let me say a damn word! Whatever, at least you got the job done.
Adrenaline: Yeah. It was pretty easy.
Don Castalini: Wonderful. Alright, I'm making a plan to create this really cool car. Come over with Larry when you can, and I'll tell you all about it.
Adrenaline: Alright.
Don Castalini: *Hangs up*
Larry: *Steals the Belleville, and drives it to Adrenaline*
Adrenaline: *Gets into the car*
Larry: *Drives out of the parking out*
Adrenaline: The Don wants to see us as soon as we get back.
Larry: Then let's go see him.
Adrenaline: He said something about a car.
Larry: Okay. I'm sure he'll tell us about it once we see him.
Adrenaline: I hope so. What he said sounded cool.
In Don Castalini's house.
Don Castalini: *Sitting in front of Larry, and Adrenaline by a fireplace* As you know, the Equestrian Mafia requires you to be 100% Italian. I broke that rule by letting you two into my mafia, and I'm glad I did it. You are very loyal, and I know I can rely on you for any job.
Adrenaline: Well, thanks.
Larry: What's going to happen if anypony finds out we're not Italian?
Don Castalini: That'll never happen as long as you stick with your fake last names. Larry Wilchiano, and Adrenaline Rusholini. Like I said, you're very loyal, so I know you can stick with them, and accomplish your next job. Adrenaline, I told you about a car I wanted you to get.
Adrenaline: Ah yes. I'll be sure to get to it as soon as possible.
Don Castalini: As you know, European cars are usually bad, but there is a way to make them better. I saw someone make a hot rod out of a Vriendscoupe Beetle, and that's what I want. You'll have to steal a regular Beetle, take it to the autoshop, and modify it.
Adrenaline: Sounds simple enough.
Don Castalini: Don't think it's that simple. It could takes days to get the job done.
Larry: We'll finish as soon as we can. Is that all?
Don Castalini: Before you go, have a drink. *Grabs a bottle of wine from 1922, and pours it in three glasses*
Larry: *Takes his glass, and drinks the wine* Good stuff.
Don Castalini: *Drinks his glass of wine* I'm glad you like it.
Adrenaline: *Drinking his wine* I like it too.
2 B Continued
Larry: *Gets off, holding the suit cases with him*
Adrenaline: *Follows*
Larry: *Finds a telephone booth at the station* Make the call, I'm going to get us a ride. *Walks to a blue Belleville in the parking lot*
Adrenaline: *Dials his bosses number*
Larry: *Picks the lock on the door on the left side*
Adrenaline: Hey, boss. We took care of those guys. Yeah, we got the evidence. Alright then. See you later.
Don Castalini: You didn't even let me say a damn word! Whatever, at least you got the job done.
Adrenaline: Yeah. It was pretty easy.
Don Castalini: Wonderful. Alright, I'm making a plan to create this really cool car. Come over with Larry when you can, and I'll tell you all about it.
Adrenaline: Alright.
Don Castalini: *Hangs up*
Larry: *Steals the Belleville, and drives it to Adrenaline*
Adrenaline: *Gets into the car*
Larry: *Drives out of the parking out*
Adrenaline: The Don wants to see us as soon as we get back.
Larry: Then let's go see him.
Adrenaline: He said something about a car.
Larry: Okay. I'm sure he'll tell us about it once we see him.
Adrenaline: I hope so. What he said sounded cool.
In Don Castalini's house.
Don Castalini: *Sitting in front of Larry, and Adrenaline by a fireplace* As you know, the Equestrian Mafia requires you to be 100% Italian. I broke that rule by letting you two into my mafia, and I'm glad I did it. You are very loyal, and I know I can rely on you for any job.
Adrenaline: Well, thanks.
Larry: What's going to happen if anypony finds out we're not Italian?
Don Castalini: That'll never happen as long as you stick with your fake last names. Larry Wilchiano, and Adrenaline Rusholini. Like I said, you're very loyal, so I know you can stick with them, and accomplish your next job. Adrenaline, I told you about a car I wanted you to get.
Adrenaline: Ah yes. I'll be sure to get to it as soon as possible.
Don Castalini: As you know, European cars are usually bad, but there is a way to make them better. I saw someone make a hot rod out of a Vriendscoupe Beetle, and that's what I want. You'll have to steal a regular Beetle, take it to the autoshop, and modify it.
Adrenaline: Sounds simple enough.
Don Castalini: Don't think it's that simple. It could takes days to get the job done.
Larry: We'll finish as soon as we can. Is that all?
Don Castalini: Before you go, have a drink. *Grabs a bottle of wine from 1922, and pours it in three glasses*
Larry: *Takes his glass, and drinks the wine* Good stuff.
Don Castalini: *Drinks his glass of wine* I'm glad you like it.
Adrenaline: *Drinking his wine* I like it too.
2 B Continued
Derpy: I really messed up on those invitations! I feel just awful!
Master Sword: Why'd you bring me to Cake N' Bacon for our third date, I HATE this place!
Derpy: I told Cranky I could get 'em printed for cheap, but that meant hiring somebody with no experience using a printing press... Oh, I wish there was a way I could go back in time and fix all this.
Sword: To prove my hatred of this place, I'm gonna leave a lousy tip...under fifteen percent!... And then I'll send my meal back, even though it's EXACTLY what I ordered!
Derpy: Is it possible were having two different conversations?
Sword: How should I know, I'm not listening to you!
Master Sword: Why'd you bring me to Cake N' Bacon for our third date, I HATE this place!
Derpy: I told Cranky I could get 'em printed for cheap, but that meant hiring somebody with no experience using a printing press... Oh, I wish there was a way I could go back in time and fix all this.
Sword: To prove my hatred of this place, I'm gonna leave a lousy tip...under fifteen percent!... And then I'll send my meal back, even though it's EXACTLY what I ordered!
Derpy: Is it possible were having two different conversations?
Sword: How should I know, I'm not listening to you!