Griddle’s jaw contorted and her cheek puffed out as she looked once, twice over her shoulders and scanned the sky above her. “I didn’t say anything, but uh…” She leaned in close and spoke in a low voice, “Things have been going missing. Like, [i]big[/i] things. Things that really shouldn’t just up and disappear, y’know? Like the other night, an industrial cement mixer, headed for Prance?” she stomped a hoof on the cobblestone, “Gone!”

“Sounds like filler,” Snapshot mumbled as he checked his watch, “There’s more to it, right?”

	“I was getting to that!” Griddle hissed at him. “It’s not just here. A lot of heavy duty construction equipment’s been getting lifted from all over the coast: Filly, Manehattan, Trotston, Trampa Bay, New Horsey... This is the fifth major port t’ get hit and nobody has a clue what’s going on. And the big companies have been keeping this on the inside, somehow, so like I said: I didn’t say anything, got it?”