The heist was supposed to go off without a hitch for the Payday crew and myself. Go in, get the dough, and then get out before our asses were riddled with bullets. Only problem is, I never got to hit the joint in the first place. Instead, I was sent to the magical pony world of Equestria. Well, it wasn't exactly me who ended up there in the first place. I knew I shouldn't have worn the Nixon mask that day. Now the ponies are under threat from the 37th President using my body in his quest to rid the world of communists and to punch as many hippies in the face as possible.