Side note: This story is going to be mostly dialogue, in a Macbeth-like fashion, only without the italics denoting a change in scenery. A change in scenery will be done in actual description.

Peter sat down on the chair, sighing in satisfaction, putting his iPod down on the table next to him.

Damn, this chair is mad comfortable!

Everypony bustled around the train, examining its interior, even as it left the station, the suspension in the wheels keeping the car steady.

T.S.: "Look at all these books! I can't wait to read some of them!"

R.D.: "Oh, cool, hammocks!"

Peter: "There are hammocks up there? I've never used one...how many are there?"

F.S.: "Wow, look at all the birds outside the window!"

Rarity: "Oh, my, these gems are simply gorgeous! I must use some of them, and...Oh, my! There are even fabrics, and paper, and pencils, and mannequins! This train is simply amazing!"

A.J.: "Hey, there's a fridge with some cider in here!"

R.D.: "There are three hammocks up here! Fluttershy, you wanna have one?"

F.S.: "Uh, no thank you..."

P.P.: "Oh, I do! I do!"

Peter: "I call the middle one!"

F.S.: "Uh, everypony, why are we..."

Rarity: "Oh, my, and maybe some of this...and this..."

T.S.: "Peter, be careful! Are you sure you can get up there?"

Spike: "Can everypony be quiet? I'm trying to sleep!"

Peter: "Uh, yeah, I think I can...uh..."

F.S.: "Everypony, why are we..."

A.J.: "Wow, this cider is great! Ah wonder how they got power in this thing..."

P.P.: "Come on, Peter, you can do it!"

R.D.: "Need help?"

Peter: "Uh, Pinkie Pie, how'd you just jump from the floor to the hammock? And no, Rainbow Dash, it's fine...I think..."

T.S.: "Peter, you're going to fall!"

Rarity: "Oh, my, and a bit of this..."

Peter: "No, I'm not...uh....Shit!"

F.S.: "Everypony, listen..."

R.D.: "Alright, that's it, I'm helping you up."

Peter: "Uh...yeah, good idea..."

A.J.: "Uh...Peter? How'd you get your foot stuck in the hammock?"

Peter: "Skill. Pure skill."

F.S.: "Everypony..."

R.D.: "Yeah, that's skill alright..."

T.S.: "Hey, Peter, there's a book here on the History of Equestria, do you want it?"

Peter: "Uh, no, I'm fine. Hey, can somepony get my iPod? It's right there, on the table..."

R.D.: "So, Peter, how do you like the hammock?"

P.P.: "Here you go!"

Peter: "Thanks, Pinkie. The hammock is damn good. It feels like I'm laying on nothing!"

F.S.: "Everypony!"

Everypony (but Spike): "What?"

F.S.: "Why are we going in the exact opposite direction of Manehattan?"

A.J.: "Uh...hay, I don't know."

P.P.: "Maybe we're actually getting...fillynapped!"

Peter: "Oh, snap! Fillynappin' with comfort! I'm giving these criminals five stars..."

R.D.: "Hah! Good one!"

T.S.: "Oh, I get it now!"

Peter: "Yeah, it wasn't a complex joke..."

T.S.: "Shut up, Peter. I'm talking about why we're going in the opposite direction."

A.J.: "Why?"

T.S.: "This is a mobile hotel!"

Peter: "Mother of God...that's the most amazing thing I've ever heard in my entire life."

Rarity: "Oh, my, this gives me such a good idea!"

R.D.: "A what?"

T.S.: "We're not staying at one hotel, and taking a cruise...we're going to the second hotel on a long route! And we're staying...on a mobile hotel!"

Peter: "Yeah, one problem...Applejack found cider. Not food."

T.S.: "These mobile hotels make regular stops, once a day. We're probably going to stop later on today."

F.S.: "Wait...once a day? Then that means that..."

T.S.: "Yep! We're going to be on this for more than a day!"

Peter: "FUCK YEAH!"

Everypony: "Ah!"

Peter: "Heh, sorry..."

R.D.: "'Fuck' yeah? What's 'fuck'?"

Peter: "It's the, uh...same thing as...buck."

R.D.: "Well, then in that case...I second that! BUCK YEAH!"

P.P.: "BUCK YEAH!"

A.J.: "Curb your tongues, you three rascals!"

Peter: "Maaaaaaan, I ain't part of this system!"

T.S.: "What?"

Peter: "Uh...long story."

A.J.: "Uh, sure. Jus', watch yer language, alright?"

Peter: "'K."

Rarity: "Oh, maybe a bit of this..."

P.P.: "So, wait, we're on a mobile hotel, going to hotel?"

T.S.: "Yep!"

Peter: "Yo, dawg, I heard you like hotels, so I put you on a hotel going to a hotel!"

R.D.: "Peter, you're so...weird."

Peter: "Hell yeah, I am!"

A.J.: "Twilight, when you say 'more than one day', how long do you mean, exactly?"

T.S.: "Well, I remember reading in a book somewhere that a mobile hotel stay can range from two days to a month."

R.D.: "A month!?"

T.S.: "I doubt we'll be here that long, though. I kind of want to know how long we'll be on the train, though..."

As if on cue, the black box on the wall started up, the voice of a conductor coming through loud and clear.

Intercom: "Hello, everypony! I would like to welcome you all to your first day on this mobile hotel. In case you're wondering how long you're going to be on this track, it's day one out of fourteen. We'll be making our first pit stop in two hours."

Peter: "Fourteen days on a mobile hotel...Best. Vacation. Ever."

Everypony nodded in agreement.

It was going to be their best vacation yet.