Song: link
Jerry is now the narrator
Narrator: 1982 was definitely a rocky jaar for us. It was off to a good start, but when Harlan joined us in February, things started to go downhill. Vito even had a few other guns stashed in other spots in case one of our family members found us, and tried to get us back into the life of crime. I even considered moving out of the state, and into the east coast of Equestria, but every town I suggested was recently taken over door our family. Not only were we having problems avoiding the family, and MS13, but we lost our jobs at the winery, and we were getting paid less money working at a nearby general store. I sold off my Subaru to get a cheaper car, and tried to get Vito to do the same thing. He was very hesitant at first, not wanting to give up his Buick, but he cracked, and we both got AMC's. I went for the Pacer, and Vito got a Matador. Several months later in September, everything seemed to be okay.
The song fades away as we get to our volgende scene.
Jerry: *Walks outside of the house*
Vito: *Following Jerry* We gotta take my car.
Jerry: Why?
Vito: It's meer reliable. Didn't u hear that the Pacer's engine is shit?
Jerry: Okay, so it's a V6.
Vito: A poorly designed V6.
Jerry: What about your car? It's also an AMC.
Vito: Let me toon u something.
Both stallions walked towards Vito's Matador.
Vito: *Opens the hood*
Jerry: A Buick engine?
Vito: Swapped it from a '56 Special for meer horsepower. The engine's been rebuilt, and should last over 200,000 miles.
Jerry: u son of a bitch.
Vito: Hurry up, we're going to be late. *Gets in the car, and starts the engine*
Jerry: I'm taking my car.
Vito: Suit yourself. *Peels out*
Jerry: *Gets into his Pacer* meer reliable my ass. *Turns the key, but the engine doesn't start. It then spontaneously combusts* What?!?! *Runs out of the car*
Half an uur later at the General store, a song was playing as everyone was having a good time: link
Vito: *Placing snacks on a shelf*
Manager: *Walking towards Vito* Hey, where's your brother?
Vito: 3. 2. 1.
Jerry: *Arrives, his face covered in soot from the fire*
Manager: Mr. Costanza, what the hell happened to you?
Jerry: Don't ask.
Vito: If I may sir, he tried to prove that his Pacer is better, *Clears throat* I'm sorry, was better than my Matador.
Manager: You're a fucking idiot Jerry. Clock in then get to work. We need meer soda at aisle 5.
Jerry: Right away sir. *Walks away to clock in*
2 B Continued
Jerry is now the narrator
Narrator: 1982 was definitely a rocky jaar for us. It was off to a good start, but when Harlan joined us in February, things started to go downhill. Vito even had a few other guns stashed in other spots in case one of our family members found us, and tried to get us back into the life of crime. I even considered moving out of the state, and into the east coast of Equestria, but every town I suggested was recently taken over door our family. Not only were we having problems avoiding the family, and MS13, but we lost our jobs at the winery, and we were getting paid less money working at a nearby general store. I sold off my Subaru to get a cheaper car, and tried to get Vito to do the same thing. He was very hesitant at first, not wanting to give up his Buick, but he cracked, and we both got AMC's. I went for the Pacer, and Vito got a Matador. Several months later in September, everything seemed to be okay.
The song fades away as we get to our volgende scene.
Jerry: *Walks outside of the house*
Vito: *Following Jerry* We gotta take my car.
Jerry: Why?
Vito: It's meer reliable. Didn't u hear that the Pacer's engine is shit?
Jerry: Okay, so it's a V6.
Vito: A poorly designed V6.
Jerry: What about your car? It's also an AMC.
Vito: Let me toon u something.
Both stallions walked towards Vito's Matador.
Vito: *Opens the hood*
Jerry: A Buick engine?
Vito: Swapped it from a '56 Special for meer horsepower. The engine's been rebuilt, and should last over 200,000 miles.
Jerry: u son of a bitch.
Vito: Hurry up, we're going to be late. *Gets in the car, and starts the engine*
Jerry: I'm taking my car.
Vito: Suit yourself. *Peels out*
Jerry: *Gets into his Pacer* meer reliable my ass. *Turns the key, but the engine doesn't start. It then spontaneously combusts* What?!?! *Runs out of the car*
Half an uur later at the General store, a song was playing as everyone was having a good time: link
Vito: *Placing snacks on a shelf*
Manager: *Walking towards Vito* Hey, where's your brother?
Vito: 3. 2. 1.
Jerry: *Arrives, his face covered in soot from the fire*
Manager: Mr. Costanza, what the hell happened to you?
Jerry: Don't ask.
Vito: If I may sir, he tried to prove that his Pacer is better, *Clears throat* I'm sorry, was better than my Matador.
Manager: You're a fucking idiot Jerry. Clock in then get to work. We need meer soda at aisle 5.
Jerry: Right away sir. *Walks away to clock in*
2 B Continued
Jerry's Pacer
Vito's Matador
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see! *Talks faster* Snooping as usual *Slows down* I see!
Song: link
Special thanks to AquaMarine6663 for letting me use her three OC's, Aqua Marine, Double Scoop, and Blue Fedora.
Our main character for this story is a colt named Ralphie. He will be narrating this story, taking place in Indiana, 1948.
Ponies: *Walking on sidewalk, looking at the snow*
Colts: *Running down straat passing a yellow house*
Narrator: Ah, there it is. My old house. And there I am, with that ugly hat, and that dumb smile. No matter, Christmas was on it's way. Good...
