[horses whinnying]
[horse nickers]
♪ I'm gonna ride ♪
♪ I'm riding free ♪
♪ So come along, let's go along ♪
♪ Come on a journey with me ♪
♪ I'm gonna ride ♪
♪ I'm riding free ♪
♪ As long as I am here with you ♪
♪ I feel the spirit within me ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
Whoa, look!
You can see the ocean from here.
[Lucky] Wow. It's so beautiful.
[mimicking dolphin call]
Abigail, what are you doing?
I'm calling out to our future dolphin friends.
Since we're new here, we don't want to seem rude.
[laughter]
[gasps] There it is!
[Lucky] Palomino Bluffs Riding Academy, here we come!
[Lucky] What should we do first? Go to the Salt Lick?
It says here, that's where the students eat.
Or maybe the Feed Bag, where the horses eat?
-Who's more hungry? -[neighs]
Let's check in with the headmaster first.
His office is down the straightaway, right at the bench,
and a left before the Canter Houses.
What, I'm the only one who memorized the student handbook?
[giggling]
Ah, our three new first-terms from Miradero.
-Or "Foals" as we call our freshers. -That's us.
I'm Lucky Prescott.
Pru Granger, sir.
♪ And I'm Abigail Stone ♪
Ha! I'm Headmaster Perkins, and this is Horsemaster Jenkins.
[nickers]
Good to meet you, sir.
You as well, horse sir!
[Jenkins neighs]
We're ready for our life-changing experience, sir.
[Pru humming tune]
Ha! So, you already know the school song.
Excellent.
Now, you will be living in what we call "Canter Houses."
There's one for each grade:
Foals, Colts, Yearlings, and Stallions.
Correct. One, two, three, four.
Now you've seen the map,
why don't you see if you can locate your living quarters out there,
in the real world?
Now, scoot!
Thank you, Headmaster Perkins. See you later!
[Perkins humming tune]
[Lucky] Here it is.
-Welcome to your new home, Boomerang. -[Boomerang nickers]
This is amazing. And our rooms are right upstairs.
Chica Linda, you'll love it here.
[Lucky] Look! They customized Spirit's stall!
You can go visit your herd whenever you want, Spirit.
[neighs]
-Did you say Spirit? -He's my horse, and I'm--
Lucky Prescott, daughter of railroad tycoon Jim Prescott,
captive-turned-captor of outlaw Butch LePray.
How do you know who I am?
Are you kidding? You've been the talk of the school!
Everyone knows about "The Girl with the Wild Horse."
I'm Lyds, short for Lydia Jane Sterling,
star reporter for our school newspaper.
-The Weekly Trotter! -The one and only.
This is my horse, Scoops.
I'm Abigail.
-This is Boomerang. -[Boomerang neighs]
Nice to meet you.
[gasps] It is nice to meet me, isn't it?
Because you've never met me before.
I'm new here!
-[horse neighs] -Hey, Jack.
That's Jack and Dusty,
boy and horse, respectively.
-Where you headed? -To the track.
Jack's the only Foal to have ever made the school's racing team.
Lucky here is the only girl to have ever raced in the Tarrell Circuit.
And won it.
Yeah, everyone's been talking about you.
Guess that's the reputation it takes to get special treatment around here.
I can't even get the school to fix Dusty's broken stall door.
Yet, they took care of the wild horse.
Lucky you.
Heh. Well, that is my name.
Since you three are new,
I've been assigned to write a profile on you for the next issue of the Trotter.
So, what's the scoop on our newest Foals?
We're from Miradero?
Get back to me on that.
Can't stay and chat, the news doesn't report itself.
-Let's go see our new room. -First one there gets bunk bed dibs!
[laughter]
Oh, I love a bed you can climb up into.
Sorry, Aunt Cora, but unlike my first day of school in Miradero,
there will be no frilly dresses this time.
I remember that dress. We thought you were so snooty.
[chuckles] And that you hated horses.
All I had to do to change your minds about me was save you
from being blown up by dynamite.
This time, I'm going to make a good impression right from the start.
And I want to make an impression.
You heard Lyds.
She said, "Nice to meet you."
I realized I've never been the new girl in town before.
I'm a clean slate. No one knows me here.
I can be anything!
Maybe I can have a nickname like Lyds.
My nickname will be...
Lyds.
Of course you'll make an impression. You're Abigail.
But who is Abigail?
She could be anyone.
Good luck with that, Abigail, whoever you are.
I'll do a practice run of my class schedule to find the most efficient route.
Then I'm going to try to cut that time in half.
While you do that, I'm going to explore with Spirit.
Then let's meet back here and head to the Salt Lick for lunch.
-Yep. -Sounds good.
-[laughter] -[Spirit nickers]
-[indistinct chattering] -[Spirit neighs]
Wahoo! [laughs]
First class of the day is... algebra.
That wasn't so hard.
[neighs]
No one knows me here, Boomerang.
I can be...
I can be "The Girl Who Sings"!
[vocalizing]
♪ I am Abigail Stone ♪
♪ Boomerang is my horse ♪
-[nickers] -[gasps] I can be "The Mysterious One."
Where am I?
Who knows what the mysterious Abigail Stone is up to?
Boomerang?
-[nickers] -[shrieks] Boomerang!
[neighs]
I can't be "The Girl Whose Horse Is More Mysterious Than She Is."
-[nickers] -[chuckles]
[Lucky] Come on, Spirit! Whoo!
[neighs]
[Lyds] Hey, Lucky!
Lucky! Lucky!
We go way back to this morning.
-Hey, Lyds! -[Lyds] See?
We're practically best friends.
Hey, Lucky, is it true you ran off and joined the circus?
-That's what Liliana was saying. -[Liliana] Mm-hm.
El Circo Dos Grillos. My grandparents own it.
So, you can do tricks and stuff?
Yeah. Spirit's the fastest and best circus horse around.
-Want to show them what we learned, boy? -[neighs]
-[whinnies] -[Lucky] Whoo!
-[cheering] -[Lyds] Yeah!
I guess joining the circus is pretty unique.
And after Literature is Show Jumping,
my last class of the day.
[banging]
[wind gusting]
Ms. Granger!
[gasps] Headmaster Perkins!
Did you get lost?
Do you need me to point to the buildings on the map again?
I was closing the window.
You see, I was doing a practice run of my schedule and--
The first lesson plan!
Hm. Trying to get ahead, I see.
-No! I didn't know what these- -Do not interrupt me.
What was I saying?
Students are prohibited from being in the classrooms
outside of school hours.
We don't take kindly to rule breakers.
Rule breaker?
I'm a rule follower.
What happened?
I was moving too fast, trying to hit my schedule.
I missed a sign on the building saying, "Students aren't allowed in after hours."
Now the headmaster hates me!
It's probably not as bad as you think, Pru.
Lucky's right.
I'm sure he doesn't think you broke the rule on purpose.
Maybe he just thinks you can't read.
That's not better, Abigail.
I have to fix this.
Maybe you leave it alone for a bit and let it work itself out.
Oh, right. That's not your thing.
Do you want to know what my new thing is?
Look! Notice anything different?
-You walk in circles now? -I got nothing.
I tucked in my shirt!
You look nice!
Nice?
[groans] Nice is not memorable.
It's not definable.
Don't worry, PALs.
We'll figure it all out over lunch.
Oh, Lucky!
Lucky! Here, Lucky. Imported chocolates.
Well, at least it's going well for one of us here.
[sighs] It's almost like having your shirt tucked or untucked doesn't matter.
Lucky, tell us about how you went undercover to catch those bandits!
And then saved a town from a runaway burning train!
Was it as scary as it sounds?
Well, the runaway train and fire were two separate things.
And they were both scary.
But sometimes... you have to face your fears.
You're brave and smart.
It wasn't that big of a deal.
And she's humble, too.
Isn't she something else?
She's something else, all right.
I know I should just ignore it, but I can't.
How do I prove to the headmaster that I'm not a rule shirker?
You could study hard, get good grades.
You know, be you.
I don't have time for that. I need results now.
Have a cookie. Maybe it will make you feel better.
-Where did you get these? -Sarah gave them to me.
Maybe you could give Headmaster Perkins something, like an apple.
Teachers like them almost as much as horses do.
All right, I got to go find some apples.
[Boomerang nickers]
Bonjour!
My name is Abigail, and this is my horse, Boomerang.
We wear chapeaux.
Oh. That means hats.
Hello, hat-wearing Abigail and Boomerang.
You're looking very... defined?
Why, thank you.
[gasps]
Boomerang!
We can't be "The Girl and the Horse Who Wear Hats" if you knock your hat off.
[scratching]
I guess it is pretty itchy.
Oh, no. I don't want to be known as "The Girl With the Itchy Head!"
Heya, Lucky!
I don't know if you've heard about the Secret Sunset Stallion Ride?
It's usually reserved for fourth-terms,
but considering what an advanced rider you are,
we wanted to make an exception.
Plus, we want to see that wild horse of yours in action.
Please say you'll come.
-What do you think, Spirit? -[neighs]
We would love to!
[Lucky] All right! Whoo!
[laughter]
[chirping]
[laughter]
You can see everything from up here.
[Stallion girl] The view of the ocean from down on Dunes Point is amazing, too.
The sand's pretty wet right now and a little unsettled,
but next week we could take you down the trail by the shore.
I'd love that.
If one apple makes me a good student,
then a basket should make me top of the class.
[gasps]
Headmaster Perkins!
Excusez-moi.
Where do you think you're going with those apples?
What are you planning on making, 20 pies?
One apple per student.
This isn't a market.
I'm sorry. I didn't know that.
You new Foals think you can just waltz in here and do whatever you want.
There. Enjoy.
[Irish accent] Ah! How's it going there?
I'm Sinead O'Shaughnessy.
This is my horse, Blarney.
Blarney, I'm talking to you, lad.
[whinnies]
[laughter]
They noticed us!
"The Girl with the Fun Accent and Her Fun Horse"!
[nickers]
Thanks for inviting us. Spirit and I love riding by the ocean.
Of course.
Stick with us and we'll show you all the best spots around here.
Maybe even sneak you into the Stallion Common Room.
[whispering] It's the biggest one.
And next time, you'll have to show us
your world-famous girl-and-horse flamenco routine that we've heard so much about.
Uh...
You got it.
As soon as we figure out what flamenco is, right, Spirit?
[Spirit neighs]
[groans] Even the Stallions are buying into this girl's stories?
How much special treatment can a new kid get, right, Dusty?
[nickers]
-So, how did it go with the headmaster? -I don't want to talk about it.
Now he thinks I'm a thief.
He'll probably tell my teachers,
who will have a bad first impression of me before we've even met.
If I don't make things right,
I'll have to transfer schools before classes even start.
Don't try so hard.
Easy for you to say, "Girl with the Wild Horse."
Everyone already likes you.
-Lucky! -Lucky!
Come on up by us! And bring your friend.
See? People like us.
Don't worry, Pru. It's going to be fine.
Come on, let's go.
Hey! No cutting the line.
You think you can get special treatment
because you're "The Girl Who Can Do Anything"?
What? No.
Tell us about how you saved bear cubs from a pack of wolves...
-That's-- -...that were on fire.
Are those stories even true, or are they fairy tales?
They're true. A reporter always checks her facts.
-Are they true? -What? Um...
[Jack] Well?
Come on, Lucky. We don't need to answer to him.
[Jack] And her horse? He may be wild, but that doesn't make him fast.
His name is Spirit!
And leave him out of this!
Who knows, maybe he sits around and grazes all day.
Spirit's the fastest horse on the frontier.
Dusty's faster.
Spirit can beat Dusty in any race.
Sunset, on the beach.
Challenge accepted.
[tapping]
Hello? Headmaster Perkins?
I came to say I'm sorry.
Back with the O'Shaughnessy clan,
Blarney and me would ride through the hills,
looking for pots of gold with my leprechaun friends.
Extra! Extra! Lucky Prescott was challenged to a race.
Where? On the beach.
When? At sunset.
Why? I'm still not sure.
-[excited chatter] -[girl] A race? Let's go!
Come on, Boomerang.
Sinead O'Shaughnessy will have to wait.
Lucky needs her Abigail Stone.
[neighs]
[humming tune]
-[door creaks] -[Perkins shrieks]
Headmaster Perkins, I feel like I've made a terrible first impression.
So, to make it up to you, I... Well, open it.
Ooh! I love surprises!
What could it be?
Oh.
You polished my saddle?
I sure did. Doesn't it look great?
This saddle was an antique from my great-grandfather!
It was covered in the dust from his first cattle drive across the country!
And now it's gone! Look at it!
No dust! You've ruined it!
[stammers] Go!
I am so sorry.
Maybe some of the stories about me got a little out of hand,
but some of the rumors were true.
We did join the circus,
we did catch Butch LePray,
and Spirit really is the fastest on the frontier.
Although,
Lyds did say Jack is the only Foal on the racing team,
so Dusty must be fast, too.
You've done so many great things, Lucky.
The truth doesn't need stretching.
[sighs] I know.
I should have stopped the stories from spiraling.
But we've made such a good impression here.
If Spirit and I lose now, everyone will think I'm a liar!
-You won't lose. -[door opens]
[sighs]
-Did the headmaster like-- -Don't ask.
[Lyds] Extra! Extra!
Welcome to the racer showdown.
Lucky and Spirit versus Jack and Dusty.
There can only be one victor.
Not to be confused with Victor Andrews.
Hi, Victor.
Ready?
-We were born ready. -[Spirit nickers]
Born "ready"?
I heard you were born royalty. Or is that just another one of your stories?
[both nickering]
[Liliana] On your mark, get set,
go!
-Come on, boy! We can beat them! -Show them how it's done, Dusty!
[Lyds] As they hit the straightaway,
we'll see whose horse can cross the finish line first.
-You can do it! -Go, Lucky!
Go, Lucky!
[cheering continues]
Way to go, Spirit! We're almost there.
[whinnies]
Spirit, we didn't cross yet!
-[Jack] Hyah! Hyah! -[whinnies]
[gasps] Jack, stop!
The dunes aren't safe!
-[screams] -[whinnies]
[grunting]
-[whinnying] -[Jack] Dusty!
Jack!
[Abigail gasps] Oh, no!
[others gasp]
Go, Dusty! Get!
[whinnying]
[Jack grunting]
Jack! I'm coming!
Jack!
-Jack! -[screams]
What do we do?
-[Pru] Lucky! -Rope!
When I tug twice, pull as hard as you can.
I can hold my breath for about 53 seconds.
[whimpering]
[nickering]
[Pru] Forty-five. Forty-six.
-Forty-seven. -They should be out by now!
She's out of air! We need to pull her out.
No. She'll get him. Give her a little more time.
I can't! [gasps]
-[gasps] -Pull!
[grunting]
[nickers]
[grunting continues]
[gasps]
[cheering]
[grunting and panting]
Thank you.
[cheering]
-Hey, Lucky. -[nickers]
You saved my life and fixed Dusty's door?
Guess you really are a hero.
Naturally.
I'm sorry, Lucky.
I guess I was a little jealous of the attention you were getting.
That's OK.
It's not the first time I've had to save someone's life
to get them to change their minds about me.
-Really? -It's my thing.
You know what? Let's start over.
Jack Ledger.
Lucky Prescott.
I haven't heard anything about you, but I can't wait to get to know you.
-[Perkins] Ms. Granger! -[muttering] Oh, no. What did I do now?
Did you leave a note in my office?
[groans] I wasn't supposed to go in there, right?
I broke another rule, didn't I?
It was urgent.
We'll make sure to rope off the sand dunes.
Thank you.
You mean, I did something right?
Well, you didn't do it wrong.
You know, I used to be a keener back in my schoolboy days.
A "keener"?
Someone keen on impressing others.
With all due respect, Headmaster Perkins, I don't do that.
[sighs] Yes.
Yes, I do.
I'm sorry again for ruining your saddle.
Listen, don't worry too much about impressing me, Ms. Granger.
If you relax a bit, I know you will.
Thanks, Headmaster Perkins.
-Hey! -Hey! There she is!
Here we go again.
Listen, everyone, I want to clear something up.
Not all of the stories about me are entirely true.
Those stories are what got us into trouble on the beach.
And just like on the beach, a lot of the things you've heard
I couldn't have done them without my PALs.
I was talking to her.
Me?
Yeah.
Your Irish comedy routine was hilarious!
[gasps] Did you hear that?
I have a comedy routine.
I'm "The Funny Girl"! [laughs]
Hey, PALs. Here are your profiles, hot off the press.
"Three new foals and their horses join us this term from Miradero:
Lucky Prescott and Spirit, Pru Granger and Chica Linda,
and Abigail Stone and Boomerang.
We can't wait to see what these three have in store for Palomino Bluffs."
It's perfect.