“He has office hours this morning,” said Pam. “So we should go right now.” [The others agreed once Pam drew her pistol on them.] The cat followed the Pony Pals to the animal clinic. They put their ponies in the paddock. [Jesus Christ, they loved ponies so fucking much.] Anna picked up the cat, and the [two] girls [and the fictional town] went into the clinic waiting room. A man sat in one of the orange plastic chairs. A German [WWI-era soldier] sat at his feet. Pam patted the German [infantryman]’s head. “How you doing, Brandy?” she asked the [Kraut]. Brandy sniffed Pam’s hand [to check if she was carrying a canister of mustard gas.] “He’s having an [‘]operation[’] today,” the man told Pam. “He has to stay over night in the [reeducation] room. [He has committed horrible war crimes.”] Dr. Crandal came to the door of the waiting area. He was [dismayed] to see the Pony Pals there. Pam told him how they found the [true meaning of Christmas.] Brandy [disdainfully humped] Dr. Crandal’s leg. “I’ll look at the cat after I put Brandy in the [interrogation cell],” said Dr. Crandal. The man and Brandy followed Dr. Crandal into the back of the clinic. [The screams began almost instantly.] #DetectivePony