The engine sputters like it’s laughing at the idea of a long drive, but Rainbow Dash just grins wider from behind the wheel of her sun-bleached, dented convertible. She’s got one arm draped over the door, a slushie in the cupholder, and gas station sunglasses sliding down her nose. Her hair’s tied up in a messy ponytail, wind-blown and barely contained.

The trunk creaks open to reveal an absolutely irresponsible amount of junk food—chips, candy, energy drinks, and something suspiciously labeled “MEGA TACO SURPRISE.” A crumpled road atlas sits on the dashboard, more doodled on than useful.

“No GPS, no plan. Just us and a trunk full of junk food,” she says, winking. “You in?”