Nana was bored.
"Popo, I'm boooored! there's onyl so many times I can make fun of you because your name reminds me of that racial joke guy from Dragonball Z before I get tired of it!", she whined.
Popo looked up from the resin model kit he was building with a sigh. "Well, then why don't we go for a pony swim!"
"Oh boy, that sounds like fun!"
So they grabbed their parkas and ice picks, and headed down to Oregon. After arriving at their destination, they met up with a group of three other people, whom they named after ninja turtles, Leonardo, Michelangelo and Raphael, and then they all got in a canvas-covered wagon pulled by a pony and were on their way onto the Oregon Trail.
As they traveled along the way, they were met with tragedy when Leonardo got bit by a snake, and then got Czars, so they were forced to stop and bury his body with an obnoxious tombstone reading: "Here Lies Leonardo. He Was Kind of a Faggot."
And then they came to the moment of truth, the moment they'd been waiting for since Nana was such a whiny ho and was too much of a loser to entertain herself in their igloo: The Pony Ride.
it really wasn't as eventful as it should have been. They all just stayed in the wagon as always, and forded across the river. Halfway across, they were flooded and lost food and Raphael.
"There really didn't seem to be skill to that." Nana commented, watching the pioneer's body float down the river.
"No, it's really all up to chance. Sometimes you get across the river fine, and other times you're completely fucked. It seems to all be up to chance."
"What the fuck."
So then they traveled soem more, and got to the epic ending where they had to do some more pony swimming through ANOTHER river, finally mankign it to the promised land of Oregon.
"Well, that was fine. Guess we can go home now, right, Mister Popo? or maybe you can go hand out with that green guy, Dende."
"Nana, you're kind of a ho."