“We are approaching sad place number 103.” A tiny white metal filly supplied helpfully.
“Yeah, girl, I know,” the massive, deformed horse with no name sighed from beneath her as the metal filly lounged casually on his back.
“The survivability of this settlement rapidly approaches zero percent,” the ivory automaton argued in perfect autotune, “there is no logical reason to linger here.”
“Ya gotta remember where you came from, little filly, and you gotta respect it.” A serpent creaped out of the giant’s mouth to lay a flower on the grave. “Ya ain’t gotta like it. But you gotta remember. And ya gotta hope it gets better, with or without you.”
The pair slowly plodded away from the wooden marker that read, “Mint Surprise Pastel, Lover, Mother, Friend.”
“How can we actually see and hear everything that’s going on from the window of a… I’m going to go with ridiculously enchanted train car?” Galus’ left eyebrow made a gallant effort to escape with his right pupil.
“Wait… Why is Professor Rarity’s little sister a robot?” Sandbar mused.
“Really?” Gallus replied dryly. “Is that the part of this that amazes you?”
“I think it might actually be weirder if the Sweetie Bell clone wasn’t a robot.” Silverstream’s jaw hung slack.
“Are those snakes looking out of his mouth?” Smolder’s wing’s twitched with agitation. “Does he have snakes for tongues? Are they his pets, and they just ride in his mouth?”
“Is pony eating snakes?” Yona turned to her changeling friend in disgusted confusion. “Pony eat snakes? Yak eat snakes better?!?! Should yak eat snakes?”
“I don’t know if I like the ‘Magic School Bus’...” Ocellus stared wide eyed as the little scene played out in the whole wide, new world on the other side of that window.
“Good news!” Discord appeared in aisle of the bus. “One of you asked a smart question. Good job Surf Pony! Ten points for Gryffindor! Where did that adorable little robot that looks like a certain Crusader of the Cutie Mark variety come from?”
“Uh, professor Discord?” Ocellus spoke nervously, “If your back here, then who’s driving the bus right now?”
The student’s screamed as the bus careened into a nearby, conveniently placed temporal vortex.