HarringtonSleuth

...Why? And what I was thinking is that after they get far enough into this cycle, we start ever-so-slightly increasing our prices. By the time they figure it out, we're outta there. Besides, this is just phase 1 of the plan: fund our operations to do much more dastardly things.

Harrington turned around at the sound of Cloudchaser's voice as she questioned him. "They can tell me if this is some sort of trick!" he huffed, pointing behind him to the tree nopony had yet told him was not the sales wagon. "These frauds may be unicorns, but know nothing of magical elixirs! Don't bother spending your bits on something that, if it works, will disfigure you in the process! If you'll excuse me, I still have to get these clods to answer me!" He continued pounding away at the tree, likely to the dismay of those inside. "Get down from there and face me, you rapscallions! I'll have both of you imprisoned!"

I don't think it's all that cannon. THIS is cannon. But I think that was a swoosh as they got up and started flying. You people and your misinterpretations.

I will keep that in mind. But honestly, bank robberies are old-hat and any common criminal can do it. If you're going to rob them, you need to be sneakier about it. Put up a legal front for it. Besides, I honestly can't afford to accumulate consecutive life sentences like a ton of old-time villains did. Rob them in a way that they can't complain about. Prey on their stupidity. Trap them in a cycle that they can't get out of. How do you think the government makes all the money they "need" for their "solutions" to the country's problems? (Well, the problems that we don't cause.)

Harrington left his wagon after he had decided to down the entire bottle and walked out, feeling the effects starting up. He felt the energy coursing through his veins as Flim and Flam had promised it would, and he felt like taking a lap or two around Equestria. He dashed off, flying high and fast through the skies. He felt like somepony out there might mistake the sheer speed for Rainbow Dash's or that the Wonderbolts might take notice of this sheer speed and energy. For a moment, he thought he saw a mach cone. On his way back to Ponyville to thank the brothers, however, things started to look a little fuzzy. He figured it was from how fast he was flying and squinted, wishing he had brought along goggles before the impulsive flight. When he landed, his vision wasn't getting any better, and everything was starting to fade out. "Aaaah! No, no, no! I'm...I'm going blind!!" He panicked and sprinted about, half running and half flying, as his view turned pitch black. "What did that potion do to me!? I can't see a bucking thing!!" He crash-landed into the ground a distance away from where he took off, recovered and then approached what he thought was the sales wagon Flim and Flam were using but was instead Twilight's library tree. He pounded on the door indignantly. "Yes, I've come to file a complaint! What the buck is this for!? I've gone blind because of your "miracle elixir," you filthy cheats!" Silence fell as it hadn't dawned on him he was, literally, barking up the wrong tree. He turned around and bucked at the tree, which he still mistook as Flim and Flam's sales wagon. "Don't you give me the cold shoulder! I want my bits back! I want compensation for my impairment! What are you waiting on, a written invitation!? FIX ME, YOU SCOUNDRELS!! I'LL RING UP THE AUTHORITIES ON YOU! TO THE MOON! TO THE MOON WITH YOU BOTH!!"

*hugs AJ while trying to keep his blue ribbon stuffed in a pocket*

Thanks for taking up my request. Looks good.

The REA and REIN had the place covered, especially near the main entrance to the Fillydelphia University Museum. However, with the snowfall, he deduced he had a chance to slip by their notice for just long enough to get behind them and inside to look into the matter (to help them out, of course) He bolted down his wagon, then quietly flew upward until he couldn't see anypony on the ground, then started slowly proceeding toward the museum. He landed on the roof, then started shuffling around to find a rooftop entrance. Once he finally found it, he slipped inside and carefully descended into the museum, shaking off the snow that covered him. He started taking a look around, impressed by the Museum's exhibits as he proceeded to the scene of the crime, where they had kept the travelling exhibit that was now gone. All it would take was lifting a clue here and there before he would find something that would give him a lead... The scenario ran itself in his mind and, while it sounded good, he didn't want to take the chance of the REA having to interrogate him again for intruding on royal business. He simply approached as close as he could without crossing the lines marked out by the teams on the scene. He watched as Squall proceeded past the red tape surrounding the perimeter and hoped to get a quick word in to him. "Hello, sir...um...well, this might be a bit much to ask, but...would my help be of any use to you? I am a private investigator by trade and would be honored to serve country and city...I am Harrington Sleuth. And who might you be?"

I'd be up to jump in for that.

Why can't you just enjoy the ton-o'-splosions like most of us do?

Aw, man. Of course it's on the other side of Texas from me...

Why do you have to ask us?

There she goes again with the conspiracy theories and how we didn't do it. It makes me wonder if she really was behind some of it. Harrington passively listened as he remained bowed before Luna and her accompanying guards. He didn't want to lift his head to say anything to Pinkie out of fear for her. He continued his hopes that the guards wouldn't be on him or recognize him. He continued to shake as the Princess approached the line. (Luna cut)

"Well, thank you. I'll take a bottle or two." He set down enough bits for the purchase and completed the exchange before somepony else came along and offered to buy out the entire stand. He went back to his caravan and popped open a bottle, downing about half of the stuff before he paused and closed it off. I'm not feeling much of anything changing yet...maybe it takes time...

"Umm...hello? Aren't you going to take my order, sirs?" Harrington had apparently been brushed aside as a few mares started showing up. They were probably trying to appease them first before they came back around to give him something for the bits he was paying. Though he was ready to leave any minute now. No wonder these two chaps have a bad reputation in this town...can't even bother them for a simple elixir...

What has to be beautiful and aesthetic about something I'm going to eat 10 seconds after I buy it?

Harrington had been idling in line as he waited, looking around at Sweet Apple Acres. He noticed the old mare, Granny Smith, he heard somepony mention, started shouting and giving out glares at some point during his wait. He looked at her with a perplexed expression, wondering what it was that he or anypony else in line was doing to upset her. That was, until he turned around and saw a pair of guards towing a cart as they followed Princess Luna. Oh, it's Princess Luna... "Princess Luna!?" he shouted in astonishment upon the realization of what was going on. "And...she brought guards with her..." I hope they don't recognize me...or bother me for that little trouble between us...were they even there? Did they ever hear word? I hope the Princess doesn't remember. Or if she does...that I don't get some kind of retroactive punishment... He shook as he saw other ponies taking note and paying their respects. He did the same as he bowed before the Princess of the Night, rattling nervously as several thoughts rushed through his mind about Luna, her guards and the fear of what they would have to say to him. Or do to him.

Why can't we discuss pie?

Why are we suddenly talking about art?

This was quite fun. And I even won a contest to boot. It's still a bit hard to believe how anypony could beat Pinkie Pie in a cupcake eating contest. Let alone mine. But it was awesome, congrats to the medalists (or ribbonists in this case) and well done to all those who competed.

Why does it have to come in pink?

Can you give your best?

Could you try to not muck things up please?

Do you understand the rules of this game?

*jumps on the bandwagon TO LYNCH SCU-I mean, to join this RP* I'll use my OC and would like to also use Sweetie Belle.