Racing Stripes

We gotta jack it up. We need help here.

Hey, we got a flat tire in the back now. They gotta get that unloaded.

Slim, get over there. I don't need you working on the tarp.

I got it, I got it! Pull it down. Hook it at the bottom.

Just get out of the way. Come on.

Hey, guys, get out of the truck. We need a hand out here. Hurry up.

Come on, they got a flat tire down there.

Let's go, let's go. We gotta get down there. The animals are getting spooked.

Hurry up. Hurry, now. We've gotta get it unloaded.

Don't worry about it. Just let it go.

No, no. No, five of them. Go. Don't worry about that.

Don't let the zebras run. Stay with them.

-Both of you, come here. -Everything's off.

-No, no, no. -All right, it's good. It's good.

We'll load them up as soon as the tire's on.

Load them back on! Don't forget anything!

-Come on. There you go. -Go. Go.

-Let's go. -We've got it.

-We got everything? -We've got it all.

What the--? Hey. Hey, there.

Hey, boy, just calm down. It's all right. It's all right.

There we go. There you go.

It's all right.

It's all right. There you go.

-All right. -You weren't kidding.

Can we keep him, Daddy? Can we, please?

I don't know, it's...

You know, he's probably got all kinds of special needs. We should...

-We should probably call the zoo and... -No.

No zoos. You know I don't like the idea of animals in cages.

Honey, neither do I, but let's just see what we got here.

Let's-- I gotta think about this.

Well, first things first. Let's get him some blankets and warm milk.

Okay, don't get too carried away.

-Stop waking me up. -What's in the basket?

Hey, Tucker. Did you see that?

You seen one funny-looking horse, you seen them all.

Oh, come on. Get out there and say hello.

-Wake me up when he leaves. -You know what, I'll do it myself.

That's the weirdest-looking horse I've ever seen.

Oh, he's cute. Tucker, come out here and meet our guest.

I'm coming. I swear, Franny, the funnier-looking the animal...

-...the more you wanna keep it. -Kept you, didn't I?

Well, subdivide me and Kentucky-fry me.

You know what, Tucker, you cut those bangs...

-...you and him could be cousins. -Bad hair.

-Just thinking out loud. Thinking out loud. -Question time.

-What exactly are you? -Good question.

-I don't know. -Okay, we can rule out genius.

Don't make me chew open a can of pony whup.

Save the sweet talk for later.

Don't pay any attention to him. Listen, he's all whinny and no bite.

I'm Franny, this is Reggie, and Mr. Sensitive here is Tucker.

And that old goat there is an old goat.

It's the Chief.

-You used to be so nice. -Yeah, I know, but I got over it.

Why do you have to be such a horse's--?

Well, let's just get you dried off first, all right?

He's got real strong legs.

He's quite the little athlete.

Hey, buddy.

Why don't you grab the milk and see if he'll come to you.

Come here, boy. Come on.

Come on. Come on. There you are.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Attaboy.

-Welcome to your new home, Stripes. -Stripes?

Well, "Spot" doesn't work, now, does it?

You like that name, don't you?

Stripes.

Well, I'll take that as a yes.

Good morning, Walsh Farm!

Well, I know it's not glamorous, but it's a living.

Keeps my head on my shoulders, which is more than I can say for my cousins.

Simmer down there, Lightning.

Hey, hey, slow down. Boy, oh, boy.

Kids these days, no control. Now, back in my day--

Oh, here we go again with the ancient-history lesson. Enough.

Now we're in for it.

And the horses are entering the starting gates.

Oh, what is that?

That is the only reason for a horse to live, kid.

It's called a racetrack.

Oh, there's more to life than running around in a circle.

Well, maybe to you. It's like this: Humans race, horses race.

There was even a Chicken Run, but there's never been a goat race. Ever, ever, ever.

Get the picture, Franny?

-Could I race? -It's complicated.

It takes a lot of work to become a racehorse.

-What's a racehorse? -They're the greatest.

Once a year, there's a big race to see who's the best.

By the way, the horses that won every year were the ones we trained.

-Why did you quit? -Ixnay on the other-may.

Say what you mean. We haven't spoken Latin since the pigs left.

Oh, all right.

A few years ago, the girl's mother had an accident.

Yeah. Her horse stumbled and neither one of them could be saved.

-The Chief couldn't bear to train after that. -And neither did we.

Hey, look, they're ready to go.

-How come none of them have stripes? -You take this one.

Thanks.

Just unlucky, I guess.

And they're off. Flash of Thunder's...

Look at them. Look at them run. Watch me, I'm a racehorse.

Well, would you look at him? He loves to run. It's in his heart.

-But that's not enough. -You could train him.

-Then it would be enough. -Let me tell you something.

The legs are too short, the head's too big. He's got as much chance to race as me.

Besides, I have got better things to do.

-Oh, go fix your hair. -I heard that.

Watch me, I'm in the big race.

Excuse me. Racehorse coming through.

Whoa, look at that.

-Come on. -Dude, I'm right with you.

Whoa, nice mohawk.

That's funny. Mohawk.

-What's a mohawk? -Shut up, you idiot.

-You guys train to race? -Yeah, you want a taste?

-Ready, set, go. Catch me if you can. -Hey, I wasn't ready.

Come on, you slowpoke! Yeah!

-I'm not even in second gear yet. -Yeah, he's not even in second gear yet.

Last one to the fence is a donkey.

-Dude, it's your dad. -Great.

Son. Stay away from that fence.

Come on, Dad. We were just having some fun.

Fun is overrated.

If you're going to be a champion, I suggest you start acting like one.

-Oh, your dad scares me, dude. -Not me.

-Pride! Ruffshodd! -Coming, Father.

Yeah, coming, Mr. Sir Trenton, sir.

I don't understand. Why won't he let them play with me?

You're just different. And for some horses, different is scary.

Come on, he's never late.

I'm all ready to go. Where is he?

Oh, here he comes.

Bring it on. Show me what you got.

Here we go.

Better luck tomorrow!

Dang! I had him today.

-She's just not right today, Mr. Cooper. -Yep.

-Better give her a break. -Okay.

You call that jumping? Looked like she was having a seizure.

Sorry, Miss Dalrymple. She seemed a bit shy on the high jump...

-...so I thought I'd take it easy. -Of course you did.

But, you know, the thing is, I don't pay you to take it easy.

I pay you to train.

You can only push a horse so hard.

Cooper, Cooper, Cooper. Why must you be so tedious?

Okay, here's the deal.

Now, as long as I am signing your checks, you will push her as hard as I tell you to.

Don't you have a board meeting at the track to get to?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Yo, yo, Pride. Check out the new filly. What a mane.

Look at those flanks.

Watch. She's gonna come straight for me. Do I have anything in my teeth?

You always have something in your teeth, Ruffshodd.

-Hey, where's she going? -Excuse me.

-Would you care to join me for a drink? -A drink. Good call.

No.

Talk to the tail, boys.

Did you ever consider going around that tree instead of through it?

Yeah, well, usually it moves out of my way.

I've never heard of a tree doing that.

You don't know the trees here. Are you new?

-Just got here. I'm Sandy. -I'm Stripes.

You don't say?

-Are you a racehorse? -No, I'm a jumper.

I've actually competed all around the world.

Well, I'm a racehorse. I'm training to be in the big race.

By racing the mailman?

Well, the other horses don't wanna race me.

-I'm just way too fast for them. -He's not a racer.

Oh, not them again.

They say his dad's a horse and his mom's a fence.

Real funny, guys.

I've gotta go, I'm sorry. I'll see you around, Stripes?

-Later. -So, Stripey, how's it going?

-You still racing the mailman? -Oh, the mailman wasn't racing him.

-He was running away from him. -I'll race you any time you want.

-Well, unfortunately I don't race nobodies. -Yeah, he don't race nobodies.

-Figures. All talk and no action. -Well, this is disappointing.

-Oh, it's my dad. -Listen, you.

I want you to stop bothering my son. And you can tell Tucker I said that.

Trenton's Pride is a champion with a real future. And you, well...

You have your place.

-Father, I-- -You and I will talk later.

Mr. Sir Trenton, sir, we been trying to get this guy to stop bothering us...

-...but he just won't stop... -Ruffshodd.

-...bothering us. -Shut up, you idiot.

Yes, Mr. Sir Trenton, sir.

And may I say, your coat is very shiny today.

There's a place where we can settle this. No humans. No rules.

Where and when?

-Welcome to the Blue Moon Races. -Yeah!

-It's him. -Be quiet. Be quiet.

Tonight's first contestant is 10-0 and good to go.

He is the baddest pony on the prairie.

Give it up for Trenton's Pride.

Step right up, if you're horse enough.