Date: February 12, 1960
Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 6:57 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific

Pete: *Parks his car in the parking lot in front of the station*
Stylo & Hawkeye: *Arrive in their cars*
Metal Gloss: *With Hawkeye* You're going to tell him about the fuel, right?
Hawkeye: Stylo is going to tell him about that, I'm going to tell him about the amount of snow we're to expect, and that we'll need extra snowplows.

Ten segundos later

Pete: *Enters his office*
Stylo: *Enters the office with Hawkeye* Hello sir.
Pete: tu two are early. What's happening?
Hawkeye: We have lots of snow coming toward us. I'm sure tu know what that means.
Stylo: And we also need más fuel for our engines.
Pete: I am aware of both our situations, and I got both of the things we need coming to us from Council Bluffs.
Hawkeye: Oh good. When do they arrive?
Pete: In forty five minutes.

Forty five minutos later.

Union Pacific poni, pony 24: *Stops his freight train in the yards*
Pete: *With Hawkeye, Stylo, Nikki, Mirage, and Snowflake* This is it.
Hawkeye: I don't see any snowplows anywhere.
Mirage: Maybe they're in the boxcars.
Hawkeye: *Looks at the entire freight train* This entire train is boxcars. Where are the tankers with our fuel?
Nikki: Something doesn't seem right here.
Union Pacific poni, pony 24: *Walks out of the train, and toward Pete* I got all of the things tu need.
Pete: I hope so. *Opens a boxcar, and finds swimming gear, a playa ball, and sun screen* What the fuck is this?!
Union Pacific poni, pony 24: Stuff for the beach. *Walks back to his engine*
Pete: We asked for diesel fuel, and snow plows! What are we going to do with this?!
Union Pacific poni, pony 24: *Climbs into his engine's cab* I don't know, but I do have some good news for you. Summer is four months away. *Drives away*
Snowflake: He didn't take any of that stuff out of the train.
Pete: They screwed us over!
Nikki: Now what do we do?
Pete: Let me think.
Hawkeye: Why don't we get the Southern Pacific to help us?
Pete: That's a good idea.

But when Pete went to his office to make the call

Michael: I'm sorry, I can't help tu out.
Pete: Why not?!
Michael: Because my railroad is putting up with the Sierra Neighvadas, and tu know how it gets up there in February.
Pete: tu should just get rid of the line up there. tu get up to 50 feet of snow, and most of your trains get stuck.
Michael: Not true. We usually do well up there without using too much equipment o resources. Only this año is getting much worse, and we simply don't have enough to give to you.
Pete: *Hangs up*

Outside of the station

Hawkeye: *On the station platform with Stylo*
Pete: *Walks onto the platform*
Stylo: What did he say?
Pete: Because of the Sierra Neighvadas, the Southern Pacific can't give us anything.
Hawkeye: Shit! Now what?
Pete: We'll manage somehow.

2 B Continued