**One day, in the middle of a hot Mojave Wasteland . . . **  
AppleJack: Four-legging/walking on the road with Derpy/Ditzy Doo  
Derpy: Being cross-eyed and leading the way while thinking about muffins  
AppleJack: Sees something in the far distance Hang on, . . . Something ain’t right.  
Derpy: what?  
AppleJack: I don’t think we’re going to the right trail  
Derpy: Don’t be silly. I know the Mojave wastland just like everypony bumps into an NCR Veteran Pony Oof!  
NCR VP1: Halt! You are not authorized to enter.  
Derpy: huh?  
AppleJack: Let me handle this Derpy. Goes to the NCR Veteran Pony Can I help you?  
NCR VP1: You are not authorized to enter unless you have a passport  
AppleJack: Passport? . . . Nopony told us about any passport  
NCR VP1: Passports are required!  
AppleJack: We . . . don’t have any passports.  
NCR VP: . . .  
AppleJackL uumm . . . Are you ok?  
Derpy: I think he wants muffins  
NCR Veteran Ponies: Arming their weapons  
AppleJack: uh oh  
Derpy: whoa! I don’t have that much muffins to share for all of you facing in a different direction  
NCR VP1: HALT! By the order of the NCR, you are now arrested for trespassing unto New Vegas without obtaining any passports. You now have the rights to remain silent and give us all of you firearms or else you two will BE dealt with!  
AppleJack: New Vegas?! . . . . Derpy, . . . . Are you sure we’re going the right trail to Equestria? . . .  
Derpy: I did, but I think they’re in the wrong place since the ones I’ve met doesn’t like my muffins.