In a Dinky Gym

Left hook, right jab, right jab.

Dodge, left uppercut, jab, jab, hook, jab.

Fonzemi landed back on his four hooves and panted hard.

The Zebra was at his usual gym, doing his usual thing, which was all very usual.

After untapping his hooves, he took a shower in the scummy Stallion's bathroom and started to clean himself off with a towel from home. He glanced at the clock, 2:30 PM.

Aint it good its a Sunday. He smiled to himself, loving the fact that he did not have to work today. Buying a bottle of water from a vending machine, he walked outside the gym and sat down on a bench, towel draped across his neck, his almond shaped, royal blue eyes watched all the ponies pass on by.

Finnigan strolled outside a large building, likely a gym of sorts. Today was boring. No guards to taunt, nothing to nabb, and all was calm in Manehattan. Ugh. His eyes drifted to a zebra sitting on a bench by the gym, and he supressed a grin. The earth pony reached down to stroke his companion, Scratchy, and began to casually walk over to him. That guy looks like he could have some change to spare.

" Lovely day, isn't it?" he stalled, as Scratchy let out a low growl.

" Lovely day, isn't it?" he stalled, as Scratchy let out a low growl.

Fonz stared suspicuosly at Scratchy. "Sheeeet, man. Yo cat don seem to thank so." He grunted a silent 'Ha' at himself and grinned. "Matter o' fact, the little dude seems t'think things be downright miserable, dawg!" He laughed.

Damn, dude looks like one of them classic Con Mane villians Fonz thought. Creepy cat and all

"Damn! you got one grumpy ass cat!" He shook his head and drank some water, Grinned foolishly, humming a tune to a song stuck in his head.

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" Oh, him? Naaahh... he's just a ittie wittie cutie pie! Here, pet him!" Finn said cheerfully, after picking up the scrawny creature and shoving it in the zebra's face. Scratchy gave a hiss and lept from the thief's arms. Finn shot the cat a look, as if to say Don't mess this up.

His charming smile flickered to a deep frown as he gave the zebra a closer look. He couldn't have anything worth stealing. His towel was filthy, and more of a rag than anything else. He had a strong Manehattan accent, but also talked with a slang that only a slum would speak with. There's nothing to mess up. Oh, well. That didn't mean he could have some fun with this zebra.He grinned at himself, as a nice little plan started to form in his mind.

" The name's Finn. Your's?" the pony asked, outstretching a hoof.

"Cool. Some call me Fonz. My boss calls me 'no good, deadbeat, sonuva swine.'" Fonz scratched his stubbly chin, musing. "That's ona good day tho." He took the stallion's hoof and gave it a quick shake.

He gave Scratchy a confused smile. "Ey, Finn. Dude your cat is not a happy camper. So whas you two's deal, huh?" His cool blue eyes regarded the crook and his cat. "You come over here with yo creepy 'Cloak an Daggah' smile, Ah  see the kind. What, you a Con Man or somethin? Small Fry Hood? You definitely look the type that'd rob 'is gran'ma halfway blind. KnowhaImtalkinabout?" He let out a chuckle as he casually looked around for guards, cannever be to careful... "If ya don't mind me askin."

Uuggghh I'm so sorry for the late reply! Christmas had me buried in festive ambition! But never mind that, here's the reply.

Finnigan narrowed his eyes. " How did you know I robbed my grand- I mean, naaahh, little ol' me?" This zebra was starting to creep him out a bit. He asked far too many questions to possibly be able to trick without having a big mess started. Last time something like this happened, Finnigan had to take down the wanted posters for months. Of course, his robbery was a masterpiece, his crimes were works of art. But his special trick would have to be put off.

" As for Scratchy here, he's just a bit... agitated." He quickly mumbled a lot, under his breath/ In fact, sometimes the cat could be extremely annoying, constantly following him everywhere, and he frequently scared off the eye candy- that is, the mares.

How did you know I robbed my grand- I mean, naaahh, little ol' me?"

F laughed hysterically and slapped his knee. This guy was okay. Maybe a little creepy, but okay.

" As for Scratchy here, he's just a bit... agitated."

Fonz nodded heartily in agreement, a big grin on his face. "Aint that Th'truth." He looked him up and down. "Say mah Man, you look a little shifty. What you think I'll tell? Where I live, if you squeal, your as good as dead."

He noticed something just over Finn's shoulder, in an alley. He continued chatting.

"Actually, I wuz hopin t'find somepony like yaself. Cus me? I'm a respectable bin'iz pony. Sadly, in this town? Respectable bin'iz doesn't make you paper, you feel me?"

He nodded towards a alleyway behind Finn.

"Ya know, seems to me that a gold Boy's eye'in you up, Knowwhatamsayin?"

Truth be told, a Guardspony was chilling in the alley way, attempting to look inconspicuous with a cloak over his armor and his helmet sitting on the ground.

"You wanna ride outta here?" he winked and glanced over his shoulder. "Its my day off, but my taxi's still out back."