I had waited inside of the trapdoor for four hours before I deemed it safe to leave. Once I stepped out, I saw a smug face reading one of Skript's books.

"What was that all about?" I questioned.

"Like you said, Trixie was merely trying to take the money herself by turning you in." Trixie responded with a wide grin.

"How much was the prize money?"

"Quite a lot, a lot more than is normally put up for a thief."

"When you've done the things that I've done, then you'll get a bounty that's just as high."

"What have you done?"

"I've mainly done theft."

"When have you differed from the 'mainly'?"

"That was a time that I don't want to talk about."

Trixie opened her mouth as though she was going to question me even more, but quickly closed it. I sighed and began to look around the room. Everything had been thrown around while the guards had been searching for me.

"I know that it seems like a bad way to end a date, but would you mind helping me clean up?" I asked.

Trixie looked around at the mess and shrugged before saying, "Trixie supposes that she caused some of it, so Trixie will help."

So we began to clean up the place together, and it went along pretty quickly. She used her magic to put books back on their shelves, while I fixed the errors that she made while placing them. We worked together very well, and it gave me an idea that I would need a bit of time to plan out.

After about another hour of us just sitting there and talking, she decided to leave. I watched her go, and thought that this date wasn't the worst one that I've ever had. A minute or two after she had left, Skript chose that moment to walk inside with a lampshade on his head.

"What a party!" He shouted.

"It sounds like it was fun." I said.

"You really missed a good time because of that date. How did it go?"

"It went pretty well." I said, avoiding telling him everything.

It was then that he got a strange look on his face. He began to scan the room, looking at every inch. The smile on his face turned into a frown as he said, "Something seems odd."

I inched closer to the exit as I said, "I don't know what you mean."

Skript began to look through the books. "These seem to be in order."

"That's good because neither of us touched the books."

He then moved over to the lever and began to scan it. "Strange, I don't remember using this."

I looked over at the lever and realized that it was still down, meaning that it had to have been used. "Maybe you used it without realizing it."

I could see the realization dawning on his face. "Or maybe somepony else in this room used it."

I then panicked and ran to the lever on the other side of the room, which released another cloud of smoke. After I had done that, I quickly ran to where I believed the door was. I got lucky and was able to find it.

I quickly ran out of the building. Before I was even a few feet away, I heard Skript shout, "I can smell you!" I knew that he would calm down by morning, but I thought that it would be safer to sleep with one eye open that night.