Adolf Hitler stared at the corpse of his dead wife before walking over to the inter-dimensional portal. He looked at the control panel and thought about the previous places he had attempted to conquer. He'd found no luck finding a leadership position in the Global Defense Initiative in the first world. By the third world, he'd developed a horrible fear of Hot Wheels. Hitler knew not what lied in wait for him in world eighty-seven, but knew that it had to be less dangerous than the moss pits of world seventeen and the mosh pits of world fifty-five. Things were not going well for Hitler in his world. The Soviets were closing in on his bunker, and he refused to commit suicide with his wife like he told her he would, because he was literally Hitler.
And thus, Hitler decided that the best course of action would be to take one last shot at conquering a new world with the portal. The portal was the finest of German engineering. It had entirely superfluous leather seats in front of the panel, which made accessing it rather difficult when he needed to increment the counter after Hitler's numerous failed attempts to beat inanimate Carebears with a rubber turkey. The portal also had a rear view mirror attached to the back of the unnecessary seats. Hitler entered into Equestria through a portal. His face was immediately met by Rainbow Dash's hooves, causing him to tumble right back through the portal. He tried again, and was met with even stronger orange hooves to the chest. Hitler's chest hurt, but he was determined to walk through the portal and claim the world as his own. Though he couldn't make out the world in the brief time he was there, he knew it had to be better than world in world eighty-six. Hitler could still see the black and red T-Rexs coming after him. He'd only barely escaped with the help of a Mr. Threehorns. He took another tentative step through the portal. Everything around him was calm. There was not a living being in sight. Suddenly, he found a tiny orange horse kicking him in the shins. He recoiled in pain before being rolled into a sheet of fabric. The Cutie Mark Crusaders swiftly rolled Adolf Hitler into the fabric before Big Mac kicked the package back into the portal.
Hitler struggled to get out of the fabric, his side causing him absolute agony. The rolled across the floor, cursing his luck as the fabric unraveled. He'd been so lucky in years prior, from surviving a grenade during the first World War to becoming the Fuhrer of Nazi Germany. Now he found himself being pushed around by some ponies. This wasn't something he was going to stand for. Hitler sprung to his feet. He then feel over, and writhed in pain for several minutes. He slowly crawled over to the portal, and drug himself through it with his arms. On the other side, he was greeted by a very cross-looking Twilight Sparkle, who raised her hoof. Hitler, in a rare moment of clarify, realized it would be wise to push himself back to his side of the portal.
Hitler laid on his back for several hours, staring at the ceiling. After counting all the tiles in the bunker and quadruple-checking the count, he rolled onto his good side and stared at the portal. He contemplated entering the portal, before realizing that that was a horrible fucking idea. He then rolled onto his other side to see a Soviet soldier making a throat-cutting motion at him. Hearing them place a breaching charge on the bunker door, he scrambled to his aching feet and ran into the portal. He was instantly zapped by every unicorn in Equestria.