Vinyl Scratch is driving to Las Pegasus with her civil partner, the cellist, to find the bright side of the Equestrian Dream.

Soon, roaring down the highway from Manehattan, they realise that there are many ways to go about such a perilous task, all of which include a sugar arsenal of stupendous proportions. Thus, having perilously ordinary conversations with their fellow Equestrians, they make their way through the City of Sin. Erm, Sun.

/No drugs were harmed while writing this fic.

Crossovers with a book you all know. But not really. Don't tell anyone.