[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 ♪
[Maricela] Ninety-five. Ninety-six. Ninety-seven.
Ninety-eight.
Ninety-nine.
One hundred.
One hundred strokes in the morning, 100 at night,
will keep your mane healthy, bouncy, and bright!
Hi, Maricela.
"Be my date to the Valentine's Day Dance"?
Oh, my!
I knew someone was bound to ask me, I just didn't think it would be so public.
[Abigail laughs]
The banner's not for you, Maricela. It's for Boomerang.
Boomerang?
Abigail, you mean to tell me
you are asking a horse to the Valentine's Day Dance?
Horses like dancing, too.
And candy. At least, Boomerang does.
Constance Comportment says
a lady should always have a proper date to social affairs.
And a horse is not a proper date.
We don't need proper dates.
Or any dates, in fact.
Yeah! We can go together.
Happy Valentine's Day, PALMs!
You three go together.
This "M" has a date.
I sent Turo a formal invitation last week.
[Abigail giggles]
-[Boomerang neighs] -[gasps] He said yes!
[Maricela sighs]
-Good morning! -Hi, Priya. Hi, Sahir.
-Good day! -Hello, there, PALs!
-We must be off to biology class. -See you at practice later, Pru.
Yep, you sure will, because I'll be there, practicing.
I like your shirt, and your horse. What was the question?
[Pru grunts]
[Pru groans]
-Uh... Pru, you OK? -Yeah, fine. [chuckles]
Just have to avoid branches. Race you to the top of the cliff!
-Come on, Chica Linda. -[Chica Linda neighs]
So, Pru, did something happen between you and the twins?
No. Why?
You just seemed strange around them.
It's nothing, I swear.
Come on, Pru. You can tell us anything.
Did something happen in dressage class? [gasps]
Did Priya take the last helping of mac and cheese?
No, it's worse than that.
The last apple pie?
[Pru sighs]
-[mutters] I have a crush on Sahir. -What?
You have a mush on the bear?
[Pru sighs]
I think I have a crush on Sahir.
[Lucky and Abigail squeal]
-Shh! -You have a crush on Sahir!
Pru, this is so exciting!
No, it's not.
There's a reason it's called a crush: because it slowly crushes you.
How come you never said anything before?
Because it just kind of snuck up on me.
So it wasn't love at first sight?
No, I don't believe in that.
You meet someone, you get to know them, you practice dressage together,
and you realize what a nice, funny, handsome person they are.
And then you suffer in silence.
Promise me you won't say anything... to anyone... ever.
We promise.
-And Boomerang promises, too. -[Boomerang nickers]
[Maricela sobs]
What's wrong, Maricela?
Turo won't be able to come out here to take me to the dance.
What's the point of taking ballroom dancing lessons together
if you can't show it off?
Oh. We're sorry, Maricela.
But look at the bright side: You can go to the dance with us.
[sighs] Once again I find my good breeding and manners tested.
But I will not bend.
PALs, you know what's going down this Saturday night?
The Valentine's Day Dance?
[scoffs] The dance? Who cares about the dance?
Me? Bebe? Everyone?
No one's told you?
Told us what?
The Legend of Los Amores Muertos.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
Many, many years ago,
before Palomino Bluffs existed,
a young couple, Albert and Rosemary Bedard,
bought this land.
They planned to start a farm here, but first needed to build a house.
One day, while collecting wood in the forest,
a torrential storm hit!
[thunder crashes]
The couple desperately tried to find their way back to each other.
But they were swept out to sea!
And now their ghosts look for love amongst the living...
...by taking their souls!
That was... intense.
Ooh, tell me more! No, don't. It's scary.
But... I like it. Keep going!
Rosemary and Albert's hearts beat as one,
and when the wind whistles,
they are calling to their next victim.
Don't let it be you.
We promise to be on the lookout for Los Amores Muertos, Lyds.
We're not gonna look that hard, right?
Thanks for the, uh... [chuckles] heads-up.
-[Pru gasps] -Oh, hey, PALs!
-[whispers] The twins can't sit with us. -You're fine, Pru. It's just Priya.
Mind if we join you?
"We"?
Uh... Well, have a good lunch. I really have to go.
Where's Pru heading off to?
Uh... She's done with her lunch.
She had to go wash her hair,
because she got bird droppings in it.
-[Lucky sighs] -Oh. That's rather unfortunate.
-[Lucky grunts] -Ow!
Oh, Camilo! I said to stay at the Feed Bag.
Ooh! I am beyond excited to attend my first school dance.
I can't wait to mingle with my classmates over the punch bowl.
Yeah, it's going to be really fun.
Sahir has someone he wants to invite, though.
-[gasps] Who? -Oh, I-I shouldn't say.
He made me pinky-promise not to tell.
He says I'm bad at keeping secrets,
but I assured him it would not get back to Pru.
Oops! I-I mean Tru.
Trudy. [chuckles]
Who's Trudy?
Is she that Foal who always hums while she studies?
She's kind of loud.
No, Abigail.
-It's Pru! -[Abigail squeals]
You can't say anything.
Sahir will be so mad at me.
We have a big competition coming up.
If he's mad at me, it will throw everything off.
We won't say anything.
Promise.
Let's go find Pru!
And now their ghosts look for love amongst the living...
by taking their souls!
[ghostly moan]
Yes, very good. That will be all, Ms. Sterling.
Children have such spirited imaginations, don't they?
Oh! A-ha! And what do we have here?
Two more of our finest Foals:
Ms. Prescott and Ms. Stone.
-Hello! -Hi!
Girls, this is Mr. and Mrs. Dawson.
Their daughter is considering applying here,
the best riding academy this side of the continent.
We only want the best for our little girl.
Once you get a look at our campus, you'll never forget Palomino Bluffs.
Tell them, girls.
Headmaster Perkins is right. We have the best classes here.
And all sorts of canter house socials and events.
This Saturday, we're having a big Valentine's Day Dance.
A dance! Oh, how exciting!
Our daughter adores dances.
We'd be happy to show her around.
Oh, she's off riding around here somewhere.
She loves to explore, that one.
She's gonna fit right in.
Let's move along. Much to see, much to see.
So, Headmaster Perkins,
we're planning to send our daughter with some family heirlooms.
How's your security here?
Do you have a safe place to keep them?
Back to business. What would their couple name be?
Pruhir? Sahpru?
No, Pruhir, I think.
Abigail, we're getting ahead of ourselves.
We can't have a Pruhir unless we come up with a way
to get Pru and Sahir to admit that they like each other.
Why can't we just tell Pru that Sahir likes her back?
Because then she'll say, "And just how did you find that out?
You went and talked to him, didn't you? And after I told you to stay out of it!"
I'm sorry, Pru! We were just trying to help!
Oh. I see what you mean, Lucky. Yeah, we can't tell her.
And we can't tell Sahir, because then he'll be mad at Priya,
and Priya will be mad at us.
This is a pickle. [gasps]
They're like the separated Amores Muertos!
We have to get them together or they'll be swept out to sea as ghosts!
Uh... OK, Abigail.
We'll figure it out.
[Pru] I don't know. I just feel so awkward.
But you were never awkward around Sahir before.
You two are friends.
You used to talk to him all the time.
Yeah, about dressage.
And that was before I realized I liked him. This is different.
You could ask him to the Valentine's Day Dance.
It's the perfect opportunity. Do you want to use my banner?
Yeah, Pru. We have a really good feeling about this.
A real gut instinct.
I need more than a gut instinct on this one.
-I've got to get to math class. -Uh, Pru? That's a sandwich.
-[door shuts] -I've never seen her like this before.
[sighs] Love is a fickle thing.
I'm not sure what that means, but it might apply.
Pru would be so happy if she knew Sahir liked her back.
But how do we get them to figure it out without breaking our promises?
We could... swap their horses overnight.
That way, in the morning, they have to interact to straighten it out.
Only if they both get to the stables at the same time.
Good point. Ooh!
We could leave them trails of heart-shaped breadcrumbs that lead to one another.
Last time we tried one of your breadcrumb trails, we had a mice problem.
You say "problem," I say "solution."
They were so cute!
[sighs] You're onto something, though.
What we need to do is get them in the same room.
That way, they'll have to talk to each other.
But how?
We're running out of time. The dance is tonight.
Stay calm, and repeat phase one back to me so I know you've got it.
OK. We'll tell Pru and Sahir that there's a last-minute dressage meeting,
and that they're running late.
[Lucky] Yep.
[Abigail] Then they'll arrive to the classroom and find our picnic setting,
along with fun conversation starters and delicious macarons.
They'll sit down, chat-chat-chat.
"Here, have a cookie, Sahir."
"Why, thank you, Pru."
"Why, you're welcome, Sahir." "I like you, Pru."
Then, as they're leaving, we'll secretly drop my banner.
Pru and Sahir think the other one is asking them to the dance
and simultaneously say yes!
It's a foolproof plan.
All set.
Those are some odd Valentine's Day decorations, Lyds.
They're not decorations.
I did some research and discovered that Los Amores Muertos
were said to have a wheat allergy.
So, ta-da!
Um... We're gonna need a little more explanation to get to that "ta-da."
I put all this stuff up to keep them away.
Well, can't stay and chat.
The campus won't ward off the evil spirits on its own.
[Lucky and Abigail laugh]
Any luck finding a date, Maricela?
I'm afraid not.
I was going to ask Alex, but then he insulted my curls.
-And I do not need that in my life. -[Abigail gasps]
[Maricela] Then there was Jasper, but he's too tall of a dancing partner.
It's a shame because I've just perfected my Viennese waltz,
and now no one will have the pleasure of seeing it.
-I've considered performing... -Phase one time.
Constance Comportment would be horrified at the thought. [sighs]
Uh... [clears throat]
Pru! I just saw the twins running by.
They said they were late to a dressage meeting.
Running late? Well, then I'm late!
[sighs] I didn't even know we had a meeting today. How did I miss that?
Room 3B!
You sure are a slow eater, Camilo.
Sahir, Priya has been looking all over for you.
She said that you have a dressage meeting in classroom 3B.
Oh, no! I must have mixed up the schedule again!
Huh?
[gasps] Oh, no!
-Oh. Oh. Uh... -[Sahir] Hey, Pru.
-[Pru gasps] -Where is everyone?
And here I thought I was tardy for the meeting.
Uh... [chuckles]
Nope, you're on time, but the meeting was canceled.
We better get out. We're not meant to be in the classroom after hours.
[Pru gasps]
[Pru chuckles]
Well, I, uh... have to get to class. Bye.
Yeah, I... Bye!
[Lucky and Abigail grunting]
[Pru clears throat]
Surprise?
I told you to stay out of it, but you didn't listen.
That was so embarrassing!
How will I ever face him now? I thought you were my friends.
We are your friends!
And we had a good reason. Promise!
Your promises don't seem worth much these days.
This played out a lot better in my head.
[door opens and shuts]
[Pru scoffs]
Pru, we're sorry.
[sighs] We were just trying to help.
Let's just forget all about this.
Please come to the dance with us? It can still be fun.
[Pru] Leave me alone. I'm not going.
[Maricela] Hmm. Hmm.
[Maricela gasps]
Bonjour...
Beef.
Um...
Never mind. Au revoir.
Mystery, it looks like I'll have to attend the Valentine's Day Dance...
alone.
[country music playing]
It's beautiful in here.
I really hope Pru changes her mind and comes to the dance.
Have you seen our Lunch Lady Harriet?
Beef and I were supposed to help her prepare the appetizers,
but we can't find her anywhere.
Where's Coach Bradley?
She was supposed to outline the dance floor.
People are dancing outside the lines.
It's chaos!
Huh. Even Headmaster Perkins isn't here.
Los Amores Muertos!
They've taken their souls!
Maybe the adults are relaxing in the teachers' lounge or something.
Abigail and I will go find them.
We need more wheat.
Let's split up. You take north campus and I'll take south.
-Got it. Come on, Boomerang! -[Boomerang snorts]
I can't find anyone!
Me neither. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies.
Hey. Why aren't you at the dance?
Pru, thank goodness!
Have you seen Headmaster Perkins or Lunch Lady Harriet?
Or any adults?
Not recently. Why?
Lyds was right. The romantic ghost legend is coming true!
-[banging in distance] -[Spirit neighs]
[Pru] Who are they?
[raider] That should keep them in.
They chained the doors!
[raider] We've been waiting for you.
-Mr. and Mrs. Dawson? -What are they doing here?
[country music playing]
Constance Comportment says if a lady looks busy,
it will appear like she is important.
Uh, Lydia, whatever are you doing?
Securing the perimeter.
Huh. So much for that theory, Ms. Comportment.
Adults tied up? Good.
Then we'll finish up here, collect the booty,
and be back to the ship before the tide comes in.
Ship? Booty?
-That means they're-- -Coastal raiders!
Yikes! What do we do?
The raiders think the students are inside the cafeteria, right?
Which means they don't know we're out here.
You're right. Let's get the horses and find some help.
-[thunder rumbling] -[horse nickers]
[Mrs. Dawson shudders]
There's no way that ghost-couple legend is true, right?
[wind whistling]
[raider] Let's get back to it.
Don't trip on that wire.
Where did that come from?
This doesn't look good.
What are they trying to do in the headmaster's office?
A detonator?
The raiders are rigging his office to blow!
But why?
[gasps] The headmaster's vault!
I thought it was strange
when Mr. Dawson asked Headmaster Perkins about the school's security.
I hope their daughter doesn't end up going here now.
And to think, I was hoping to recruit her to be a stable wrangler.
She's so not worthy of the vest.
There is no daughter, Abigail. They were casing the joint!
-We have to get help. -There's no time to go into town.
[Lucky gasps]
I've got an idea.
-[ghostly moan] -[raiders gasp]
[ghostly moan]
Huh?
[raider grunts]
[ghostly cackling]
[raider gasps]
[ghostly moan]
[raider gasps]
Uh, hello?
[gasps] Grady?
-Is... Is that you? -[ghostly moan]
[raider sighs]
-[ghostly moan] -[raider gasps]
-Boo! -[raider grunts]
[ghostly cackling]
[raider sighs]
[Lucky whistles]
-Good job, boy! -[Abigail moans]
-I like ghosts when they're me. -[Lucky] Come on, let's go!
[Pru moans] Hello!
We are here to steal your soul!
[Abigail moans] We are a couple!
-Won't you love us forever? -[Mrs. Dawson panting]
[Abigail and Pru laugh]
[Mrs. Dawson wails]
[Lucky moans]
I want your soul!
[sneezes]
Uh, like I was saying--
You brought a mask to a sword fight, kid.
Probably best to run. [grunts]
[Lucky gasps]
Stay still, you little sea snipe!
[grunting continues]
[Lucky gasps]
[Lucky] Now!
[Mr. Dawson screams]
[cheering]
Girls, you never cease to amaze me. Thank you.
You're welcome, Headmaster.
-[Horsemaster Jenkins neighs] -Horsemaster Jenkins thanks you, too.
You're welcome, too, Horsemaster.
Now, I'll tell you what, let's get over to that dance
and have a jolly good time.
You've more than earned it!
Wow. That was pretty crazy.
Crazy enough that you'll forgive us
and we can all go have fun at the dance together, like we planned?
We promise we won't get involved with who you like ever again.
Unless you want us to.
Deal. Now, let's go shake a leg on that dance floor!
[country music playing]
[Pru exhales]
-I'm gonna go talk to him. -[gasps] Really?
Yay, Pru!
Can't be scarier than defeating raiders.
Come on, Maricela. Dance with us!
Well, I suppose so.
But which one of us will lead?
Hey, Sahir. Want to dance?
Sure.
That would be fun.
[Maricela grunts]
Turo! You made it!
We've missed you!
[gasps] Thank you, Turo.
They're beautiful.
Oh, I see you wore the shoes I sent you. Magnifique!
Shh!
Let's show them how it's done. [giggles]
I'd say this Valentine's Day was a success.
Phase three: party!