Dyliscious slowly awoke, his mind still spinning from the party last night. DJ Pon-3 was rocking the bass canon, and, of course, the whole thing was planned by pinkie pie. But where was he? There was fresh grass brushing against his face, The sounds of the apple family at work echoed in the distance. There was a string on his finger, and scrawled in ink on his hoof was the word "remember!"
Dyliscious had to find out why he had awoken in sweet apple acres, and what he had to remember.