After escaping the sinkhole, Con, and Lola walked towards another town. It was a very long walk, and when they got there, they just took a car, and drove all the way back to the airport.

Con: *Driving car*
Lola: *Looks at bag tiếp theo to her* xin chào Con?
Con: Yeah?
Lola: Look at what we have here. *Opens bag*
Con: What is it?
Lola: .... I don't believe it. We're rich! Con, we have over fifty grand in here, hoặc at least I think it's fifty grand. What currency do they use in Australia?
Con: The australian dollar. Each dollar is worth eighty seven cents.
Lola: Oh.
Con: But we've got $43,500.
Lola: That's good.

Soon, they arrived at the airport.

Con: *Parks car*
Lola: *Carrying bag with money*
Con: Stalliongrad, here we come.

But suddenly, a searchlight shone on them, and armored trucks came into the parking lot.

Lola: Who are these ponies?
Con: *Looks at truck* M.I.3.
Fenix: Con?
Con: Fenix? What's going on?
Fenix: Your boss wants me to send bạn back to Canterlot.
Con: Is he here now?
Fenix: No, but he's on my phone.
P: Let me speak to him.
Fenix: Yes sir. *Gives phone to Con* For you.
Con: *Takes phone*
P: Listen to me 0007! If bạn don't go back with these guys, they have orders to kill you. Think about what you're doing.
Con: I know what I'm doing. bạn don't, because you're preventing me from doing what I'm supposed to do.
P: Goddamnit! bạn listen to me-
Con: Hey! Remember when bạn told me not to kill anypony, but I told bạn that I could care less.
P: Yeah, what about that?
Con: I don't care about what bạn have to tell me. I'm going to Stalliongrad, and I'm going to stop Yolo. *Hangs up*
Fenix: So you're not going, huh?
Con: Fenix, we have fifty thousand australian dollars in here if bạn guys give us a ride to Stalliongrad. I'll help bạn stop Yolo, and I'll let bạn do whatever bạn want with him.
Fenix: It's a deal. Okay everypony, change of plans. We're taking Con to Stalliongrad with us. We'll chẻ, phân chia, split the money evenly amongst ourselves along the way.
M.I.3 agents: Yes sir.

And in Canterlot

Mr. Foust: Sir, we have some bad news.
P: Great, as if things couldn't get worse. What is it?
Mr. Foust: Moneybit is dead.
P: Who killed her? 0007?
Mr. Foust: It was someone else, working for Yolo.
S: *Arrives* Did I here right? Moneybit is dead?
Mr. Foust: Unfortunately, yes. Mr. Foust, you'll take her place, and S, get back to work.
S: Yes sir. *Goes back to lab*

2 B continued