Fantastical Phantom of the Fairground

When the gang got wind that a ghost clown called the Fantastical Phantom is haunting the old fairgrounds they set out to investigate
== Script ==
(We open on the gang arriving at the fair)
Big Macintosh:Gang, here's the haunted fairgrounds.
Snails:Haunted? Hey that's not fair.
Spike:Snail's jokey with it. 
Wallflower:After the case of the Werewolves of Whackett House we heard through the radio that this old fairground is haunted by a ghost clown.
Spike:A ghost clown? Count me out. I'd rather have honey and ketchup on plain bread. And scrambled eggs and fried potatoes.
Snails:Me too. That couple who was behind the Werewolves of Whackett House were thieves stealing people's belongings.
Spike:Yeah, like purses and cases. And if it weren't fo us hiding in the armor they would have gotten away with it too.
Snails:And the gang like found a dog whistle and dog biscuits for big dogs.
Spike:And that was what the gang were explaining to the cops. They provided their dogs with dog treats. And even though Big Mac did some comedy with the seltzer to the eyes of the painting in that secret passageway. They said the footprints of the wolves only went inside. That was when Wallflower said they found us and then we went to the fridge. 
Snails:Like yeah and made ourselves some sandwiches. And then the wolves and their monstrous owners attacked.
Spike:Yeah we had to ditch the food when we all ran upstairs. And I'm glad we tumbled onto them cause I'm a little dog and in a big suit of armor we still caught them.
Sci-Twi:Quite chatting about old times you guys and help us look for clues.
Spike:Let's go check at the hotdog stand.
Snails:Duh yeah, hotdog stand.
(A clown is sliding down the slide and looks at them)
Sci-Twi:Look! A fantastical phantom!
Rarity:Wow! Twilight's not clowning around.
(Big Mac runs over to the bottom of the slide)
Big Macintosh:This way gang!
Snails:Yeeks! Big Mac's gotta be kidding!
Spike:I'll scootareoo this way! And I'm not saying that just because it sounds like Scootaloo.
(Cuts to the others and they see that the ghost is gone)
Big Macintosh:Urrrrr? He's gone! Vanished!
Sci-Twi:Only the empty mat.
(Inside the big top Snails and Spike look up at the trapeze)
Spike:(Sniffs)Mmmmm! Something smells good.
Snails:Something's cooking. Like hotdogs! Spike's on the scent! Hang about!
(They climb up to the top)
Snails:Share and share alike Spike. I'm your friend.
Spike:It ain't just food for thoughts.