At dawn the next morning, the two ponies roused from their deep slumber. Each had slept rather well (and in each other if i might say) and were ready to face yet another day on their adventure. They were roughly half way through the endless valley, and they were starting to be able to see through the fog. They had already gotten farther than that old explorer did.

"Hey Record, I think I can see the other side!" exclaimed Vinyl.

"Hey yeah! I see it too!" returned Record.

"How far do you think it is until we are out of this endlessly boring place?"

"I would give it around 10 miles. Maybe more. Maybe less. Why are you asking me? Do you expect me to know these things?"

"Jeez, sorry for asking... I thought you might know... Dad always said it was okay to ask questions..."

"Oh I'm sorry Vinyl! I didn't know you would take that to heart."

"It's okay, but let's just keep our focus getting out of this valley, it's really dragging my hopes down."

"I agree, and I'm starting to feel that way myself."

"Like what? Hopeless with a side of depression?"

"Yeah, my moral compass is tempting me to take a bite of each, but i know in my heart I shouldn't or we'll never get out of here."

"That's right. Just keeping fighting off the bad feelings until you're in a better place."

"Alright, I will. Thanks Vinyl.

"Hey no problem, and if you ever need something, absolutely anything, just give me a call."

"Oh trust me, I will!"

They both giggled at Record's reply, and it felt like it brought their spirits up. Since the moral seemed to have been raised, they both stood up and started walking in the direction of the mountain.

All went smoothly for the following hour, which felt like endless drudging through the endless valley (now they saw why it was coined to be the endless valley) until one random moment...

"Stop! Vinyl, do you see that?!" yelled Record.

"Nope, what are you looking at Record?" she replied.

"I see the mountain!"

"Oh my gosh finally! That valley took forever to cross!"

"It's only like 200 yards away! Come on Vinyl!"

"Alright, but can we have our picnic lunch when we get to the base of the mountain? I'm really hungry," Vinyl said as her stomach grumbled.

"Alright, but look! We're almost there!"

"Hooray!"

As they arrived at the base of the mountain, Record kept her promise to have their picnic. Out came the triangle sandwiches in small plastic baggies and Ponyade, which was a highly popular sports drink.

As they ate and drunk in a splurge of pure pony ecstasy unlike anything ever seen before. They hadn't eaten since around noon yesterday when they left. They valued every bite, but something was a bit "off".

"Hey Record, where's the rest of the triangle sandwiches?" Vinyl questioned.

"I told you a million times already Vinyl, they're in my backpack!"

"Nuh-uh, there's nothing left in here, see?"

"What the...? I definitely packed more sandwiches than what we just had!"

"Apparently not Record, this is all we have."

"I could have sworn..."

"Hey! There they are!" Vinyl shouted.

As Record turned in the direction Vinyl was pointing, she could see the small triangle sandwiches in their plastic baggies floating away back into the endless valley. They were very quick to realize that they were not, in fact, floating, but they were being carried away by a colony of ants!

"It appears that they are ants carrying away our food!" Vinyl examined.

"Eh, let them go Vinyl, we won't necessarily need them."

"But I'm still hungry Record. I know you are too, and they're still in chasing range!"

"You should just let it go Vinyl, it is more weight you have to carry on the trail."

"First of all, I could have carried them weightlessly with my horn up the entire trail. Second, if we would just eat them now, we would be full, happy, and not have to carry them up the trail."

"Look Vinyl, it's fine. We don't need them. We have other ways to get food. And it is better to have eaten and lost than to never have eaten at all."

"The words of the wise Record Rip!"

As they both giggled, they contemplated how bad the trail would be to get to the top. As they attempted to make plans, a mutual problem arose between the two mares.

"Record, I have to use the restroom really bad!" Vinyl said in an ancy tone.

"I do too honestly..." Record had said as she tapped her right front hoof to get her mind off of it.

"Do you think they still have toilets on the way up the mountain?"

"I'm positive Vinyl."

"That's what she said!"

"Oh shut your face!"

"Sorry, but do you really think there are toilets on the way up? I'm hopeful there are."

"I'm sure Vinyl... I'm sure..."

As the clock started to tick before the indecent action of urinating on oneself occurred without warning, the two mares darted up the marked mountain trail in hopes of finding the Celestia-sent toilet. They raced up and up and up, and then, just as control was about to be lost, something spectacularly unthinkable happened...

Author's Note

I think this chapter turned out really well. Let me know what you think . Also, don't forget to check back soon to see what happens next!!