>As the three of you entered into what shall hereby be designated 'The Market,' you had a realization
>Ponyville is just a nicer looking Mexico
>Holy hell there's way too many fucking stands here
>There's really no better way to describe it than a Mexican bazaar
>Even if Mexicans don't have bazaars, there's just way too many people here
>You're pretty sure there's at least one stand where they aren't selling anything, the pony in charge of it just wanted to fit in with the fad
>And it seems you aren't alone in these opinions
>"Uhhh, honey..."
>"Yeeeah.... I'm not too sure we're gonna find your Whatchamacallits here..."
>"I'd be surprised if we found our way out of here!"
>The two start glancing around, giving you a bit more of an arc to view and you find that even if you were always good with directions, you'd probably have a hard time finding your way around here
>"And uhh, how long until the train arrives?"
>"A couple hours..."
>"Well... You always said you wanted to go through a maze together! No time like the present!"
>Mom could only sigh at Dad's enthusiasm
>"I swear, sometimes I wonder which of you is the foal."
>She turns to you with a smile and giggles, "Does Anny wanna be Daddy's mommy?"
>*Heeeeell no, I'd be terrible with kids!*
>They both laugh before Mom playfully bumps Dad with her head
>"Well, you heard her. Looks like you get to sleep in the crib when we get there."
>"Heheh, all right! Have fun at work Anny, I'm gonna stay home and par-tay!"
>The two laugh as they resume walking through the market, trying to find something to get as a souvenir
>Or at least a story good enough to be worth the trip
>They find one vendor who's doing old timey themed pictures
>Mom thinks it'll be a great idea and Dad listens to Mom
>The flash from the camera blinds you, and as per usual Mom and Dad laugh
>When they show you the picture that you always thought of as extremely overpriced, it is of Sheriff Anny blinking while Bad-Dad is in chains and Prostitute-Mom kisses your cheek to thank you for doing your job
>At least you got to be the sheriff
>Sheriffs were always the cool dudes out in the Wild West
>As you three left, it dawned on you that this was your first family picture...
>That's a pretty weird family picture.
>Hopefully they don't keep it on display once you get into grade school and have to invite friends over to play and shit
>The next vendor your merry band stopped off at was by Dad's request
>A food vendor
>Of course
>Because Dad's only character trait is that he's hungry
>He tries out some 'Dragon Fried Beans'
>You don't get any, but apparently they give you a blowjob considering how many bits he paid for them
>The third vendor sells....
>Wait for iiiiiit....
>Scarves
>Someone decided that scarves were so cool that they needed their own stand
>And God damn, in Ponyville you'd have to agree with them
>At least half of the fucking ponies in this market must be waitin in this line
>*Why!?*
>They both look at you, and for some reason they seem really excited to be in this line but also a bit distressed by your single syllable outburst
>*They're just /scarves/! We're going to the city, we don't neeeeed /scarves/! We're gonna miss the train way before we get up there!*
>If they were distressed before, now they were fullblown terrified
>"What's wrong sweetie?"
>"Is she sick?"
>"Maybe she wants some of my beans?"
>Mom gives a momentary glare in Dad's direction before he bows his head, "Sorry..."
>*The train! The traaaain! Gah!*
>Still, they look on as if you've been possessed by Satan
>FINALLY, fate is on your side
>Another couple walks up to the two, a background unicolt and background pegamare
>"Umm, excuse us, but do you two know which way to the train station?"
>*YEEESSSS!*
>"Oh, right! We got a train to catch!"
>Without helping the background ponies, the three of you go running off past the line and past the vendor, some of those waiting in line yelling at you as if you were trying to cut in line
>But nope, the three of you just kept going straight before one of the two, you can't tell if it's Mom or Dad, remembers all three of you have wings and takes off, the second one following suit
>A fortunate realization, as your horse-bird's eye view shows that those two were heading off in the wrong direction, aaand that the train is starting to pull up to the station
>After a mad dash to get there, the three of you get through the 'inspection' pretty quickly
>Oh wait that's right, 9/11 isn't a thing here
>You briefly contemplate on what horse pun they'd have for Ground Zero before suddenly you're actually on the train
>What an interesting two hours...