@Background Pony #C409
 
 
Thank you! Awesome follow up stories, I had lot of fun to read it!
 
I have added “story in the comments” tag

In the Equestrian justice system,  
musically-based offenses are considered especially awesome.  
In Manehattan, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies  
are members of an elite squad known as the Special Virtuosos Unit.  
These are their stories.
 
DUN DUN
 
On a shady streetcorner on the bad end of the Smooth Jazz district, a sleazy-looking stallion shuffles back and forth, leering at the passers-by who all avoid eye-contact and hurry past. Then a white unicorn mare with a blue mane approaches. The stallion gives her an appraising look before breaking into a creepy smile. The dealer has found a potential customer.
 
Stallion: “Eyy, psst, you lookin for something?”
 
Mare: “Yea bro whatchu got?”
 
Stallion: “Samples, girl, I got samples for days: non-charters, sweet little forgotten hits from the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s kids today won’t recognize, tasty riffs off the foreign market, off-genre stuff… heh, I even got a little somethin’ somethin’ I pulled off of a twelve year old girl’s Youtube channel just this morning.”
 
Mare: (nods slowly as she reaches up into her mane) “Yea bro, these look like a lot of platinum chart-toppers…”
 
Stallion: (grins a punchable grin) “Yeah?”
 
Mare: (pulls out a pair of big purple sunglasses) “…but you, my friend” (puts on her shades) “are goin’ down like a lead zeppelin!” (she flashes her badge) “Vinyl Scratch, Special Virtuosos Unit, punk. You’re under arrest!”
 
Stallion: “HOLY SNICK SNACKS!” (he turns and flees)
 
Vinyl: “Sigh. Why do they always run?”
 
The stallion turns a corner, runs directly into Vinyl’s partner, Neon Lights, hits his head on the wall, and lands on the curb in a pile. Neon looks at Vinyl and raises an eye above his own sunglasses.
 
Neon: “Taking out the trash, V?” (points down at the senseless dealer on the curb) “I didn’t know it was garbage day today?”
 
Vinyl: “I already did the one-liner.”
 
DUN DUN
 
Judge Octavia is in her chambers, seated behind her desk. She calmly looks up over her tiny reading half-glasses at the white unicorn shouting and pounding her desk.
 
Vinyl: “You CAN’T let this slime go!”
 
Octavia: “Officer Scratch, the matter is out of my hoofs. The arrest cannot be upheld because you didn’t read the gentlestallion his Mareanda Rights.”
 
Vinyl: (slams her hoof on the desk) “Don’t give me that, Octy! When are you going to admit that this is really just your way of getting back at me for standing you up last week? C’mon, I said I was sorry! And you can’t let this scum back on the streets! Next thing we hear, it’ll be some K-Pop colt-band riff we hear on the Equestrian airwaves! Nopony wants that! Baby, I love you, gimme another chance!”
 
Octavia: “Officer Scratch, it’s not about love, it’s about the LAW!”
 
Vinyl: “LAWWWWW!”
 
DUN DUN

Equestrian Justice for all!