[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 ♪
-[Spirit whinnies] -[Lucky] Hold still, Spirit.
You want to look good for our first day of class tomorrow?
[neighs]
-[nickers] -[laughs]
I'm trying to make Boomerang look more studious.
-What do you think? -[Boomerang neighs]
Yeah, doesn't look like studying is Boomerang's thing.
[laughter]
-[boy] Hey, Lyds. -Hiya, Foals.
Alex and Beef, this is--
Lucky, Pru and Abigail from Miradero!
Beef and I heard about how you rescued Jack last week.
How did you know about that? You weren't even here.
I have six sisters who went to this school.
Nothing happens at PB that I don't hear about sooner or later.
Beef grew up on the biggest cattle ranch in the South,
and Alex is from the Capital.
His dad's a senator. Did you do anything fun during break?
Liberty and I spent a week at my family's ranch out East.
Beef and Meatball came, too.
-I'm Beef. This here's Meatball. -[nickers]
How are you girls settling in?
-We love it here. Our horses, too. -[Spirit nickers]
Well, welcome all six of you. We'll be seeing y'all around.
[Meatball nickers]
[Spirit sniffing]
-[whinnies] -What is it, boy?
Something's been bothering him all night.
[Daphne] I did fancy my trip up North, but it's ever so lovely to be back.
It can't be.
[Lyds] Here comes the last of our Canter housemates.
The BUDs?
If it isn't Lucky Prescott and her PALs.
Bebe. Ursula. Daphne.
Whoa. You know each other?
Oh, we got to know the BUDs at the Frontier Fillies Jubilee...
a little better than we wanted to.
And we got to know why they call you "Lucky."
Because you and your friends win things you don't deserve.
Like races.
You're just jealous because we have the Legacy Pin.
Stop!
We came to this school to learn, make friends, and have fun with our horses.
We can't let what happened at the Jubilee
get in the way of our time at Palomino Bluffs.
[Bebe] She's right.
-Is she? -She is?
I am?
But that doesn't mean we have to be friends.
This school is big enough for us to avoid each other.
Think you PALs can handle that?
If you'll stay out of our way, then we'll stay out of yours... BUDs.
[indistinct chattering]
Ooh! Our first morning assembly! Come on, I want to get a good view.
So much for staying out of each other's way.
-Students, horses... -[horse whinnies in distance]
...welcome back to Palomino Bluffs Riding Academy.
Are we ready to gallop into the new term?
[laughs] Oh, "gallop." Well done, Perkins.
[clears throat] Right, a few announcements.
I am in need of stable-wrangler volunteers.
They patrol the grounds and help keep our school safe and orderly.
Come on, now. I know you want to do it.
Should I do it?
I love the idea of having our fingers and hooves on the pulse of the school.
We even bought some new vests.
There's a vest, too?
Look, it's a spiffy canary yellow. Matches the horses.
I'll do it!
Thank you, Ms. Stone.
Next, first-year Foals,
it's time to elect your Canter House Rep.
Not only will this person be your voice on the student council,
but they get to decide how your Canter House is decorated.
Ooh! Now, that's a responsibility.
We have two candidates so far:
Bebe Schumann...
-You got this! -Bebe!
[Perkins] ...and Alex Fox.
Go, Alex!
I can't wait to implement all the plans from my Big Ideas binder.
Bet one of her big ideas is to get us kicked out of this school... forever.
If Bebe wins that election, she's going to make our lives miserable!
How do you know she won't be a good rep?
She's loud and pushy, and she's always trying to get her own way.
[Abigail] All true things.
Then again, maybe those are helpful skills for a class rep.
That's not the point, Abigail.
Bebe will always think of us as her enemies.
How can we trust she'll be fair to us, or anyone else?
Let's just hope Bebe doesn't win.
Ursula! You're a stable-wrangler, too?
Guess we'll be spending lots of time together.
Just think, a PAL and a BUD, working side by side--
Halt your words!
I will cover the south side.
You will cover the north.
There will be no overlap.
But maybe we can work shifts together sometimes.
You know, "Two heads are better than--"
No overlap.
-Guess she doesn't know that saying. -[nickers]
So, this is what high noon sounds like at the Feed Bag.
[chuckles] Not much different from our lunch room.
[Bebe] Hey!
Your horse is eating my Sarge's food.
These barrels are for horses who require special feed.
His name is Spirit, and we didn't know.
Do you expect me to enroll Spirit in a class so he can learn how to read?
One of you should learn how to read.
Then you might actually learn the rules of Palomino Bluffs.
-You know something, Bebe-- -Yes, I do!
I know that you and your wild,
undisciplined horse need to stay away from me.
How about you charge your Sarge right out of here?
Bebe sure is a piece of work, isn't she?
I wish I had a chance of beating her in the election.
It's too bad I can't win.
Don't say that. I'm sure you can.
No, really, I know I can't.
I just wish someone would challenge her.
-You should run! -Me?
All our classmates think you're terrific. You'd be sure to get their votes.
If you ran, I'd vote for you.
In fact, I'd drop out of the election!
Think about it.
[Spirit nickers]
-Hey, PALs! -[gasps]
Guess what? I signed up to run for class rep!
Oh, that's great, Lucky! What's your platform?
I'm chock-full of ideas.
And unlike Bebe and her tired old ideas,
mine are brand-spanking new.
Like...
I was thinking we should allow our horses in our rooms.
You know, on special occasions.
Even I know that's a bad platform.
I have other ideas.
Um...
[gasps]
Hmm. Well, maybe if I get a binder, the ideas will come.
No problem. We'll help you figure that stuff out.
And good ideas or bad,
you're gonna be the best Foal house rep ever!
But, really, we need some good ideas.
Oh, look! It's our co-wrangler.
-Hi, Ursula. What are you-- -Shh!
-What are you doing? -Official wrangler business.
Ooh! An investigation?
It's classified.
I can't discuss it with anyone.
Especially a PAL.
Ursula, out there we may not get along,
but when we wear the canary yellow we are comrades.
We must honor the stable-wrangler oath.
OK, fine, I'll tell you.
[whispering] There's a thief in our midst.
Someone has been stealing sugar cubes from the cafeteria.
-[gasps] No! -[Boomerang nickers]
Is that a big deal?
It is to law enforcement, like us.
Today they steal sugar cubes, tomorrow it's gold bars.
What if you don't find the thief?
I cracked the mystery of the missing trophy cup.
I broke open the case of the busted bridles.
I'll be darned if I let the sugar cube crook ruin my perfect record.
You just made the hair on my arms stand up.
-[Boomerang nickers] -Boomerang's mane, too.
Seems our thief was busy while most of us were away on break.
I've identified three suspects for questioning.
I can help!
Maybe we can do a good-sheriff, bad-sheriff thing?
No.
I work alone.
-[Bing neighs] -Well, with Bing.
But otherwise alone.
-[sniffing] -Careful, Boomerang!
That might be evidence.
[neighs]
How's this slogan?
"Vote for Lucky Prescott, your good luck charm."
[whinnies]
[nickers]
[groans] If that's how Bebe wants to play this game, well,
then I say, game on.
Uh... I fetched Sarge's saddle from the leather shop for you.
Thanks. Then let's poster some... What's wrong?
[gasps] Lucky!
[gasps] She's questioning a suspect.
I bet she could use our help.
Is it true you ate three pieces of Key lime pie at lunch today?
Uh, yeah. But who's counting?
I am. So, it's fair to say you have a sweet tooth.
Hmm. What's your poison?
Cakes? Cookies?
Sugar arranged in square shapes?
Tell me the truth!
I'm done here.
Hey, partner.
What are you doing here?
We're not partners, by the way.
Hey, Mabel.
Hi, Abigail.
-You two know each other? -Yep.
We bonded in the Salt Lick over our love of Key lime pie.
A-ha! Caught you, Sweet Tooth!
Oh, my gosh! I love that scarf.
Let me guess. Your grandma knitted it for you?
She sure did. How did you know?
I could tell right away.
It still has that new-grandma smell.
Very minty.
I got back from visiting her in Montana yesterday.
It was so cold!
Not "brrr," more like "eee!"
Montana?
So, you weren't even on school grounds last week?
No. Why?
Never mind.
You're free to go.
Uh, OK. Bye, Abigail.
Bye!
We just cleared our first suspect!
See? We do make a good team.
That was a lucky break.
Now, I'd appreciate it if you'd let me get back to my investigation,
by myself.
Are you going to stomp off again?
Ah, right. OK, I'll go.
-Bye! -[Boomerang nickers]
Attention, fellow Foals!
I'm Lucky Prescott and I want your vote!
Don't be yucky, vote for Lucky.
Have a cookie.
[neighs]
You should vote for me because I am a great leader,
and I have great ideas, like...
What are my ideas?
We never got a chance to work on them. We were busy making cookies.
Um... OK. I'll wing it.
Don't you wish sometimes that you didn't have to go all the way downstairs
to visit your horse?
Wing something else.
[bell ringing]
What in the world?
Hear ye, hear ye!
Don't be a ding-dong, vote for Bebe!
Are you tired of new candidates with their half-baked cookies and half-baked ideas?
I know I am!
Hear, hear!
-They're stealing our spotlight! -Not on my watch.
[rhythmic drumming]
Oi! Stop causing all that clatter!
The only clatter I hear is the sound of Bebe's voice.
Vote for Bebe!
Tried and true!
Vote for Lucky! Fresh and new!
[Daphne] Tried and true!
-Fresh and new! -Tried and true!
Who is making all that racket?
You just made my soufflé fall!
Looks like Ursula is working over suspect number two.
Do we dare go help her?
[neighs]
OK, but only because you said so.
[Boomerang nickers]
[sniffs and nickers]
What was that all about?
Suspect number two's story checked out, so I dismissed him.
That leaves suspect number three, who is obviously our thief.
And... there he is!
Jasper? That doesn't sound right.
I'm gonna apprehend our perp.
Excuse me. Do you mind if I ask you one more question?
Sure.
Thanks.
Now, give me a second to find my notepad.
Where is it?
Oops! Would you mind getting that?
Please, allow me.
[Abigail] Ha!
Caught you red-handed, Sticky Fingers!
Uh...
Ursula, it's him!
[grunts] Yah!
Boomerang!
[boy] Go, boy! Come on, boy!
-[whistles] -[neighs]
Abigail! We're losing him!
Stay on his tail. I'll head him off at the pass.
And by the pass, I mean over by the Salt Lick.
Get! Yeah!
Come on, Bing!
[Bing neighs]
Let's go! Faster! Faster!
Stop!
[whinnies]
What do you have to say for yourself now?
[whinnies]
[sighs] All right.
It was me.
I stole the sugar.
Here he is, the sugar cube crook. We'll leave his punishment to you.
[groans]
-How did you know he was the thief? -Boomerang has a nose for crime.
Also sweets.
And no one needs pockets that big,
unless they've got sugar-thieving on the brain.
Well, I must admit,
you're a much better stable-wrangler than I gave you credit for.
Thanks to you, my record remains perfect.
So does mine. I'm one for one.
Perhaps we can work together... every now and then.
Deal! Ooh!
Maybe I could make us matching stable-wrangler bracelets.
Again, you've ruined the moment.
[Beef] How about new beds for the boys?
Or silk pillows and blankets for those with delicate skin?
[Alex] You got to think bigger, Beef.
What else can we promise the boys to make sure they vote for me?
Think, Beef. Think!
Oh, I know!
How about iceboxes for all the boys' dorm rooms?
[Alex] Now you're thinking big, Beef.
[knocking at door]
Foals! I ran a poll to see who's likely to win tomorrow.
I think you'll be surprised at the results.
Is it me? Or is it... Bebe?
Right now, half the girls would vote for you, and the other half for Bebe.
But all the boys would vote for Alex.
Well, except for Jack. He said he's voting for you.
You did save his life.
Maybe if you saved all the boys' lives, you'd win!
Wait, Alex can't win. He said if I ran, he was gonna drop out.
I lied.
That weasel tricked me into running
because he knew Bebe and I would split the girls' votes.
He's not good enough to be a weasel!
He's a... He's a...
I'll think of something!
Oh, my gosh!
After we caught Sugar Pockets,
Ursula and I heard Alex tell Beef what he plans to do when he wins the election!
[Lucky] And then what?
-Turns out Sugar Pockets was taking-- -[Pru] No, the other thing!
Oh, right.
Alex has been telling the boys he's going to fix up
and redecorate just the boys' side of the Foal Canter House.
He's not going to do anything for the girls!
That rat!
That's what he is, a rat.
And when Beef asked, "Won't the girls have a problem with that?"
Alex said, "It's not up to them,
and what they don't know won't hurt them."
Their voices were both lower than that, but I think you get the idea.
Ursula just told me what she and Abigail overheard.
Did you do their voices, too? It's fun, isn't it?
We can't let Alex win like this! We have to do something about it.
Agreed.
Temporary truce?
Truce. It's clear that for the good of the election, one of us must drop out.
Couldn't agree more.
[both] And it should be you!
[gasps] Me? You drop out!
Ha! No way am I conceding to you!
Then we have to decide this the old-fashioned way.
[gasps] A leg-wrestling contest?
A 50-paces pirate duel?
[whinnies]
[nickers]
A race through campus to Eagle's Point,
by any route you choose.
One shot. Winner takes all.
You and Spirit might be faster,
but you don't know your way around Palomino Bluffs as well as we do.
We'll see about that!
[Abigail] On your mark, get set, go!
-Come on, Spirit! -Charge, Sarge!
-[Bebe laughs] -[Lucky grunts]
[gasps]
[whinnies]
[Lucky] Whoa!
[whinnying]
Look!
[cheering]
-[Pru] Yes! -[Abigail] Yeah, Lucky!
Hah! Hah! Come on, Sarge!
Huh?
Hyah! Hyah! Come on, Spirit!
-[Bebe] Oh, no! -[whinnies]
Wahoo!
We won! Yeah!
[Bebe] I didn't know that tree had fallen.
Fair's fair.
We agreed, winner takes all.
I'm not arguing you won. I just need to make note of it.
This should be removed before someone gets hurt.
What am I doing?
I'm not running for rep anymore.
I guess this is your job now.
[Bebe riding off]
I'll announce I'm dropping out of the election and giving you my support.
That should go a long way in helping beat that snake, Alex.
And here, take this.
Your Big Ideas binder?
I've heard your ideas.
They're awful.
Trust me, you need this.
Let's see how big her ideas really are.
Wow. That's a great idea.
[groans] That is, too.
Not only will I be the Canter House Rep you deserve,
I promise to make this a term to remember!
[cheering]
All right, thank you, Alex.
And now I invite our next Foal candidate to offer her closing speech.
Lucky Prescott.
[cheering and applause]
[clears throat]
The best candidate is one whose ideas benefit everyone.
Ideas like sprucing up the common room so we can all enjoy it,
or staggered lunch hours at the Feed Bag so our horses have the room they need.
What a great idea!
Meatball always steps on other horses' hooves.
Quiet, Beef!
And if you like those ideas, then you should know...
they're not mine.
[gasps and murmuring]
They're Bebe Schumann's.
Bebe's ideas aren't the only thing that make her a better candidate than me,
or anyone else running.
-I think she's talking about you. -[groans]
She may be tough, but Bebe knows this place better than anyone,
and she's willing to do whatever she can to improve it, for everyone.
Which is why I'm withdrawing.
I don't deserve to be your rep.
Bebe Schumann does.
Bebe, why don't you come on up and tell them yourself?
-[applause] -What? [groans]
Wow. Thanks, Lucky.
[applause continues]
My fellow Foals, I thank you and I accept the nomination.
[cheering]
[Perkins murmuring indistinctly]
Another one for Alex.
Lunch Lady got one, that's odd.
Ah, we can't have a horse again being the representative, so that's null and void.
Knowing how you feel about Bebe,
I figured if you could support her, then I could, too.
[Perkins] The votes are in!
Your new Foal House Rep is...
Bebe Schumann!
-I knew it, Bebe! -You did it, Bebe!
[cheering]
What?
So, does this mean we're not getting that icebox?
-[groans] -Alex, where am I gonna put my meat?
We're really proud of you, Lucky.
-Want to celebrate your loss with a ride? -That sounds like a great idea.
[Bebe] Lucky, wait.
I just wanted to say... thanks.
You're welcome.
But just because I vow to represent every Foal equally -
you included -
doesn't mean I like you now.
And just because I realized you're the best candidate for the job,
doesn't mean I like you, either.
-Good. -Good.
-Truce over? -Definitely.
[Spirit nickers]
-Come on, Spirit! -[Abigail] Let's go, Boomerang.
[Pru] Yah!