[CAR HONKING]
Ah! We made it.
[BARKING]
I gotta go, I gotta go!
I gotta go!
Last one out's
a rotten cheese!
[INHALES]
Just breathe that air!
Very Alpsy.
Look! Look! Horses!
Let's go riding!
Can we please?
Can we?
Chelsea, chill. We've got all
month to ride the horses.
SKIPPER: Whoa!
I know! It's the Matterhorn!
Isn't it amazing?
No, I mean this LCD screen!
Thirty-three megapixel resolution
with . million colors!
It's like we're there!
Skipper, we are there.
Oh, yeah. Nice mountains.
But on this baby
I can zoom in!
Barbie!
Aunt Marlene!
AUNT MARLENE: Skipper!
Stacie!
Chelsea!
Welcome to
the Alpine Riding Academy!
[ALL CHATTERING]
Hello, Barbie.
Hello, Max.
MARIE: Barbie!
Whoa!
Oh, Marie!
Hi, Marie!
You're really here!
Please excuse my sister.
She was raised by squirrels.
AUNT MARLENE: lam so glad
you're all here!
Please, come inside.
Barbie, I love the hand-tooled detail
on your luggage. It's awfully smart.
Thanks.
I got a suitcase
just like it!
Except mine is covered
with scorpions.
[ALL STRAINING]
MARIE: Get out of the way!
ALL: Ooh!
This is it.
The flowers were
my little touch.
And I picked off
most of the bugs.
Most of the bugs?
Oh, and I put sweets on all of your
pillows, just like in a hotel!
Oh, 'course, that was three days ago
and some of them melted,
and Popcorn ate the rest,
but you can still smell them
when you sleep.
AUNT MARLENE: Thank you, children.
Popcorn!
Now back to your chores.
STACIE: I got dibs
on the top bunk!
No, me!
BOTH: One, two, three, sh**t.
Yes!
No!
[HORSE WHINNIES]
The room's perfect, Aunt Marlene.
And I can't wait to find my horse!
CHELSEA: Your champion horse!
Barbie's gonna win
the Pacific
Steeplechase with it!
Well, I don't know
about that.
SKIPPER: Of course you'll win.
You're only the best rider
on the West Coast.
Thanks, but that depends a lot
on finding just the right horse.
The horse
of your dreams, hmm?
Every rider has one.
Something like that.
Well, I believe we raise the finest jumping
horses in all of Switzerland.
I'm certain you'll find one
here that is to your liking.
Have you got one
that looks like this?
My, that's quite a horse.
Isn't it?
I hope I brought
enough glitter.
When can we get started?
AUNT MARLENE: How about now?
Yay!
Woo-hoo!
Let's go!
Skipper? Don't you want
to see the horses, too?
You guys go ahead.
I need to update my blog.
You used to love horses. When you were
younger we couldn't get you off them.
Well, I guess
people change.
And right now, all my peeps are at
Tech-Con, trying out the latest gear,
while I'm stuck here
listening to cows yodel.
[COW MOOING]
So, first time
on a horse, is it?
Yeah, it's my first,
but it won't take me long to
ace it, like I do every sport.
Still, you might want
to go slowly at first.
Thanks, but not too slow.
Did I mention I'm kind of
a natural jock?
Yes. We caught it
the first time.
We'll match Chelsea and Stacie
with their horses first.
Girls, meet your teachers.
Ooh, I want that one! Or that one!
Can I have two?
Can we pick
whichever horse we want?
No, no, cherie. The beginning
riders never pick their horses.
CHELSEA: Huh?
The horses pick you.
Excuse me?
MAX: You'll see.
Step into
the corral and...
Then stand really still.
[HORSE WHINNIES]
Aw.
It's okay, Chels.
[CHUCKLES]
Looks like you've got
a new bestie, Stace.
STACIE: What's her name?
Stacie, meet Pepper.
Nice to meet you, Pepper.
Aw.
AUNT MARLENE: It looks like you,
too, have been chosen, Chelsea.
Meet Dash.
Where's the rest of her?
I'm afraid that's
all there is.
But Dash is
a very sweet pony.
And she seems
to really like you.
But she's so little.
Why can't I have
a big horse like Stacie's?
Chelsea, give Dash
a chance.
There'll be plenty of time
for big horses
when you're a little bigger.
Hmm.
ETIENNE: Catastrophe!
Disaster! Calamity!
C'est choquant,
quelle horreur!
Madame Marlene,
we are ruined!
What is it
this time, Etienne?
Look at these fly bonnets!
Just look at them!
So?
"So?" I ordered them in aubergine
to match the halters!
But look! Look!
Would you call
that aubergine? Hmm?
Um, no?
He has a point.
That is so not aubergine.
You see? The child is
clearly offended!
How are we supposed to win a
tournament with clashing fly bonnets?
Even the flies will
be laughing at us!
Tournament? I like
the sound of that.
The annual tournament between our academy
and all the other local riding schools.
And the prize money is substantial.
This year we're hosting.
[SCOFFS] But not if our horses are
too embarrassed to take the field!
I'd better take
care of this.
Max, Marie, you get
Stacie and Chelsea started.
Barbie, you of course
may choose your own horse.
Look over the thoroughbreds
in the stable.
Every one's
a prize jumper.
Did you see the stitching? I specifically
asked for a cross-hatch stitch.
ETIENNE: This is not a cross
or even a hatch...
Who was that?
That was Monsieur Etienne,
our riding master.
Is he always like that?
Like he just bit into a lemon.
Pretty much.
He's a good teacher, though.
[LAUGHS]
Go!
Come on, girl!
Good girl.
She's all yours.
Hmph.
Okay! So how do I
get on this thing?
Ah, yes! Well, before we begin, I thought
it might be instructive to review
the history of the English,
or eventing, saddle.
Is that necessar...
Here you'll see the gullet, the
cantle, the girth buckle, the...
What my brother's
trying to say is,
stick your foot in here and
throw your leg over the horse.
That's the big thing
right there.
Got it. Thanks.
Right. Of course. Who needs four
hundred years of tradition?
Fine. Just jump on
and kick her into drive.
SKIPPER: Wait!
First time on a horse?
Definitely video-worthy.
Look at that style,
that confident approach!
"As the future champion approaches, the
animal humbly yields to its new master."
Whoa!
[BOYS LAUGHING]
Look! Alpine has
a new trick rider!
What do you call
that move?
"The mud dive?"
[BOYS LAUGHING]
Whoa!
[BOYS LAUGHING CONTINUES]
THEO: Hey, Marie,
if that's your best rider,
our winning streak
seems pretty safe!
Hey, if you're looking up "world's
greatest rider," I'm right here.
Actually, I was just looking
up "doofus." See, right here.
[BOYS LAUGHING]
She got you good, Jonas!
How droll.
Don't mind them.
They're from Ecole Montagne, the
riding school just down the road.
They're just trying to get under our
skin, with the tournament coming up.
'Course, it doesn't really matter.
We always lose anyway.
Usually to them.
You never know.
This year could be different.
Statistically speaking, we're
bound to win within... Hmm...
Sixty-three years.
Now that I'm on the team,
we'll cream those creeps!
Whoa! Ugh!
SKIPPER: Yep.
Classic.
[ALL GIGGLING]
[HORSES WHINNYING]
Why, hello, Sebastian.
AUNT MARLENE: Hello, Popcorn.
Now, run along.
Sorry that took
so long, Barbie dear.
Monsieur Etienne can be a bit...
Temperamental at times.
I noticed.
He's worth it. We're hoping he can
lead us to our first tournament win
in years.
I'm sure you've got
lots of good riders.
We did once,
but frankly, enrollment has been
incredibly low these last few years.
So have you found
your horse yet?
Every one in this group is
from champion stock.
I'm just not sure.
This one seems nice.
Ah, Finian.
Excellent choice!
His sire was winner
of the Virginia Gold Cup,
so he'll be right
at home in America.
You two would make
an excellent team.
Hmmm... Maybe.
Ugh.
Ugh.
[YAWNS]
[BLEATING]
Ahh!
Huh? Oh, a goat.
What's that?
Oh, no, you don't,
you grabby goat!
[ALL GRUNTING]
Wakey wakey!
Oh, hi, Barnaby.
You know him?
He's eating my blanket!
Yes, he likes wool. Last
week he ate all my socks.
It's a miracle
he's still alive.
[ALL SHOUTING]
Breakfast in twenty minutes!
Hope you like Kartoffelkuchen.
[GOAT BLEATS]
No, no, no, no,
no, no, mamselle.
We swoop with the curry comb,
not attack. Hmm?
Long curving motions...
Comme ca...
And swoop, oui?
And swoop, yes?
Bend the knees
and swoop!
Got it. Swoop.
Swoop. Bend...
Hey!
Gimme a break!
I'm new at swooping!
Perfect! Dash, you're going
to be so pretty!
Don't you think so, Chels?
Oh!
[DASH NEIGHS]
[SIGHS]
I can't wait to get out
and feel the wind in my hair.
Ah...
Yipee-ka-yay.
Ow!
O-W.
Hyah!
Ah. Ah. Reign back,
Mademoiselle Barbie!
No faster than
a walk, please.
We must make certain everyone is
riding at the same pace, n'est-ce pas?
[SIGHS]
Whoa!
[HORSE WHINNIES]
Skipper, Stacie.
Did you see that?
See what?
That horse!
What are you
talking about?
I guess... Nothing.
BARBIE: Nothing at all.
AUNT MARLENE: Any dessert? Anything to eat?
MAX: No more for me!
AUNT MARLENE: Anybody like
a cup of tea? Yes?
Now tell me
the truth, Barnaby.
Doesn't clover
taste better than wool?
[BARNABY BLEATS]
I'm glad you agree.
[DOGS BARKING]
BARBIE: That's the horse!
[FAINT SINGING IN FRENCH]
Elle fait des gateaux
Papa est en bas
Il fait du chocolat
Fais do do, Reynaud
Mon petit frere
Fais do do
T'auras du lolo
[BARBIE CLAPS]
[EXCLAIMS]
Oh. Mademoiselle Barbie,
you startled me!
I'm sorry. I was
enjoying your singing.
So was Reynaud.
Oh, ha, um, it is nothing.
it calms him down.
Monsieur Etienne,
may I ask you a question?
About the academy logo?
Logo?
You know, the sign
in front? The horse.
Ah, that. [CHUCKLES]
What can I say?
It is a horse.
Well, yes, of course. But a very
unusual horse, wouldn't you say?
I mean, those
markings.
Why the interest?
It's just I don't know, I feel like
I've seen that horse somewhere.
That is highly doubtful.
The horse you speak
of does not exist.
[HORSE NEIGHS]
It doesn't?
But, the sign...
ls of a fable of an ancient
herd called, "The Majestique."
They were said to roam wild
somewhere in these mountains.
ETIENNE: The story is that
they are descended from a
breed created over a
thousand years ago,
especially for the princesses
of the Kieburg royalty
and fiercely loyal to them.
They protected them from harm,
and the princesses were just
as devoted and protective
of them.
A strong fearless breed.
They were said to have
such superb jumping skill,
that they almost
seemed to fly.
They are known by the strange
pink streak in their manes.
The smartest, the fastest, the
bravest horses ever known to man!
[WHINNIES]
Many doubt that they
were ever real,
since none has ever been
caught, or even photographed.
But what about
the painting?
Hmm. What of it?
[CHUCKLES] There are also paintings
of fairies and mermaids, non?
So, you don't think the
Majestique horses are real?
Mmm...
Once,
when I was a child,
I thought I saw...
PHILIPPE: Nonsense!
Foolish twaddle!
You have always believed
in fairy tales, Etienne.
Philippe! How dare
you defile my stable!
You, you festering boil
on a baboon's backside!
And you are the hair
of a pig's nostril!
ETIENNE: I spit on the toe
of your uncle!
I stuff your nose
with cabbages!
Uh, hi, my name's Barbie.
I gather you two
know each other.
Excusez-moi,
mademoiselle.
I am Monsieur Philippe, riding master
extraordinaire of L'Ecole Montagne.
[NEIGHS]
Enchante.
I speak up, only because
this pig of a dog of a mule,
fills your head with
phooey-hooey.
There is no such breed as the
Majestique and there never was.
No horse is that
remarkable.
They are merely dumb beasts,
meant to serve their masters.
And fear the
riding crop!
[WHINNIES]
But why do you ask
about Majestiques?
Have you...
Seen something?
Me? Um. er...
[LAUGHS]
How could I see something
that doesn't exist?
Yes. Of course.
Utter foolishness!
Etienne, it is chilly.
Maman says to
wear your sweater.
Tell her the soup
was yummy.
PHILIPPE: And how
was the baguette?
ETIENNE: I did not receive
a baguette.
PHILIPPE: Exactly.
[CACKLING]
BARBIE: Hmm.
Come on, Finian.
Let's go home.
[GRASS RUSTLING]
What is it?
[ANIMAL SNORTS]
[WHINNIES]
Whoa!
Finian, come back!
[FAINT GROWLING]
Oh, boy.
[WOLVES SNARLING]
[STRAINING]
[GROWLING]
[HORSE GALLOPING]
[WHINNIES]
[EXHALES ANGRILY]
[GROWLING]
[WHINNIES]
[WHINNIES]
So you are real!
[GASPS] I knew it!
Thank you.
[SNORTS]
[CLICKS TONGUE AND WHISTLES]
[FINIAN EXHALES]
[LAUGHS] Hmm, my hero.
ETIENNE: Again.
Straighten up,
mamselle Stacie.
Legs pressed together,
weight forward.
Ah, tres bien.
Now pull your horse
back to a walk, then stop.
Whoa.
Whoa!
Whoa, whoa!
Don't you know
how to whoa?
Non, non, non, mamselle.
We do not yank the reins.
You will only
make her...
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
[GIGGLING]
[HORSE NEIGHS]
Oh, les enfants.
Aunt Marlene,
I need a new horse.
Mine is busted.
No, Stacie, Pepper
is your horse,
and she chose
you for a reason.
Yeah, 'cause she craves
my public humiliation.
She won't do anything
I tell her to.
[CHUCKLES] Of course
she will...
When she wants to.
[NEIGHS]
[CLICKS TONGUE] Hiya!
Hiya!
BARBIE: I know you're
here somewhere...
[DISTANT NEIGHING]
[GASPS]
[DISTRESSED NEIGHING]
[GRUNTING]
It's all right.
Everything's going
to be just fine.
Let me help you, okay?
Wow, you really did get
stuck, didn't you?
[NEIGHS LOUDLY]
That must hurt.
Easy girl, easy.
That's it.
[HUMMING]
Fais do do
T'auras du Iolo
Fais do do
Ma petite soeur
Fais do do
T'auras du lolo
[STRAINING]
[NEIGHS LOUDLY]
Oh, you're bleeding.
I just want
to help you.
It's okay.
[HUMMING]
I owe you this
for the wolves.
You're so majestic.
I think I'll
call you...
Majesty-
Okay, one more,
Barnaby.
And this time a little
more presidential.
JONAS: Hey, tech girl!
Ever put that
thing down?
Oh look, Barnaby,
you have a visitor.
[BLEATING]
Did you come to have your
official portrait taken,
monkey DOV?
Ohh! That one will
look good on a baboon.
Don't you think?
[BLEATING]
Ha! You may be good
with a tablet,
but I'll bet I can
outride you any day.
You're on! I'll
bring the bananas.
Right now, I have some work
to do on your portrait.
See ya!
Is he looking?
Don't look!
Dinner in a second!
Oh. Chelsea!
Shh. I'm hiding
from Dash.
Oh.
[WHISPERING] Why are we
hiding from Dash?
'Cause she keeps
eating my hair!
It looks fine to me.
Yeah, but she follows
me around everywhere
and nibbles on my pigtails and gets
horse slobber all over my head.
I see.
[SNIFFS]
Oh, does your hair
smell like candy?
Marshmallow
Tresses Shampoo.
My favorite.
It's made with real
live marshmallows!
Ah. Well,
that explains it.
Dash loves
marshmallows, too.
She does?
Oh my, yes.
In fact,
you two have lots
of things in common.
She loves pretty ribbons,
and things that glitter,
and anything pink.
Perhaps you should give
her another chance.
I don't know.
She really, really
likes you, Chelsea.
And you know, I'll bet she'd
look wonderful in sparkly bows.
You think?
Hmm,
maybe I could
pretty her up.
We could start with a manicure
and then braid her hair.
Oh...
And then I could use
the sparkles and then...
Hmm?
Hmm.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Yeah! Way to go!
I got this.
Excellent form,
Marie, as always!
Pity you are too
young to compete, hmm?
Mamselle Stacie, you are next.
Remember,
you and your mount
are as one.
You must be the horse!
Ah!
[GIGGLING]
Now, allez-vous!
All right!
Now we're talking!
[APPLAUSE]
Oh man, lam so
good at this!
Whoa!
Ugh, yuck!
[GIGGLING]
Mamselle Stacie.
Perhaps I did
not explain.
You are supposed to jump through
the hedge with the horse.
[GROANS]
[GIGGLES] And that's for
this year's holiday card.
Hiya!
[LAUGHS MANIACALLY]
Bonjour, mamselle. Now,
show me what you've found!
[WHISTLES]
It's classical.
So boring!
You see in races they put
roses on the horses...
I don't care what
they're for.
Since Mother left it
to us to decide,
I think the theme for the dance should
be "Alpine Primroses in Summertime."
I was thinking
"Robot Samurai."
What does that have to
do with a horse show?
What do you think robot
Samurai ride around on,
skateboards?
[SIGHS] Really?
You can't put a robot on a
horse it would fall off!
Mmm.
[COUGHS]
[CLEARS THROAT] Horse!
Ahh!
[GIGGLES]
Whoa!
All right!
Woo-hoo!
Where are you taking me?
[GASPS]
Majestiques!
A whole herd of them!
[NEIGHING]
[SIGHS]
Something wrong,
Aunt Marlene?
It's nothing, dear.
Have you had
your lunch yet?
Something is wrong.
Please tell me. I'm a teenager,
so I'll never let this drop.
[SIGHS]
I'm afraid it's nothing
you can help with.
The fact is I may have
to sell the academy.
Sell it? But why?
Too many bills,
too few students.
I have tried to hold on,
but two weeks ago,
I got an offer for the place from
Madame Cheynet, of Ecole Montagne.
No doubt Philippe's idea.
He has never forgiven
Etienne for coming here.
And if we don't win the tournament
prize money, I'll have to accept.
You're not going to do it,
are you?
Alpine has been in our family for generations.
I was born here.
I'd be crushed to lose it.
But I may have no choice.
They are giving me until
Tuesday to accept their offer.
But won't winning the race
bring in new students?
Of course,
that would be wonderful!
But truthfully, we haven't
won a tournament in years.
This year you've got a
secret w*apon,
the Roberts sisters!
Can you hold off the sale, just
until after the tournament?
I can try.
But, Skipper, really.
No time to talk! I've got
to see a girl about a race!
[SKIPPER WHISTLING]
Way to go, Barbie!
Skipper!
That is one
awesome horse!
Oh, Skipper, it was amazing!
We were flying!
Soaring! This is the horse I've
been looking for all my life!
But you can't say a word about her.
Not until I say so.
Barbie, something's happened.
Promise you won't!
Pinky pledge!
When exactly are we
too old for that?
[GIGGLES] Never!
Okay, my beautiful Majesty.
See you tomorrow. Go on now.
Majesty, I like that.
But look, there's something
I really need to tell you.
Lose the academy?
That's terrible!
Poor Aunt Marlene.
Exactly. Which is why Alpine
has to win this tournament.
I'm even violating my strict anti-involvement
policy by entering dressage.
Well that's perfect, you're
fantastic at dressage!
And that's why you have to
run in the steeplechase.
You riding Majesty would totally
demolish the competition!
Skipper, I can't. Etienne is
riding for Alpine. It's tradition.
And besides, Majesty
needs to stay a secret,
at least till I get her
back to Malibu.
A secret? Why?
Because Philippe will recognize what she
is and know there must be more like her.
After we leave, I don't want her
herd hunted down and broken.
So Majestiques need
to stay a fairy tale.
But what about the
steeplechase?
What about us winning the
tournament for Aunt Marlene?
Look, Etienne is a
champion rider.
And remember, there's more
than one event.
With you doing dressage, I'm sure
Alpine's got everything they need.
Stacie?
You're not practicing
for Saturday?
Yeah, I dunno, I'm kinda off
horseback riding for now.
Really? But aren't you signed
up for the cross-country trial?
Actually,
I was thinking about dropping out of that.
It's not really my thing.
Okay, Stacie, what's wrong? Since
when don't you like to compete?
Oh, face it, Barbie,
I stink at riding.
I just don't get it. I've always
aced everything I've tried!
Skateboards, mountain bikes,
wakeboarding, skysurfing, motorcross.
So why can't I
control a horse?
Stacie, your horse
isn't a skateboard.
She's a living, breathing
being, with her own feelings.
Yeah. She's made her feelings
very clear to me.
Well, maybe you should try to work with her
instead of just trying to control her.
Make friends,
find out what she wants.
Make friends with a horse? Like
what, take her to a movie?
You know what I mean.
Just try it.
Oh, and, these
sugar cubes won't hurt.
Hi, I'm Stacie! You know, the
girl you've been trying to maim?
Here, have some cavities.
[WHINNIES]
Hey!
She likes them!
Got any more?
ANNOUNCER: Welcome to the th Annual
Inter-Academy Equestrian Tournament!
And, as always, we start things
off with the perennially popular
pretty pony parade!
Isn't Dash pretty? And we
both smell like marshmallows!
[CHEERING]
[CROWD APPLAUDS]
You're up next, Skipper.
We're all behind you!
Hey, tech girl. Don't tell me you
found an app for riding that thing.
No app needed. We're doing
this strictly old school.
ANNOUNCER: Next up in the
dressage competition,
riding for Alpine, Skipper
Roberts on Juniper.
[AUDIENCE CHEERING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
ANNOUNCER: And first place goes to
Miss Skipper Roberts of Alpine!
Boo!
Perhaps I should acquire
one of those tablets.
ANNOUNCER: Our next event will
be the cross-country competition.
Stacie Roberts on Pepper, now heading
for the double rails of number seven.
And the jump is good!
Now approaching jump eight,
the lighthouse.
Immediately followed by the
fickle frank at number nine.
A smooth landing for
Miss Roberts and Pepper.
Moving strongly now, and they
beautifully adapt to the corners.
Now, jumping over
the brush fence at !
Uh-oh, a run-out,
that'll cost them points.
But they recover nicely
and go for the triple bar!
A clean jump. Heading now for the final
and most challenging jump, the keyhole!
Okay, we're friends now right? We go
through this jump together this time,
not just me.
Pretty please?
A Perfect jump!
[CROWD CHEERING]
ANNOUNCER: And here comes
the judges' decision.
First place, Stephanie Coda and
King's Cross of Ecole Montagne!
[SNICKERING]
In second place, Stacie
Roberts and Pepper of Alpine!
Second place? Not bad.
But next year, we hammer them.
[WHINNIES]
ANNOUNCER: And that concludes
the opening day competitions,
with Ecole Montagne and Alpine
Academy tied for first place.
Tomorrow, the final event, the spectacular
steeplechase at Bernwald Racetrack.
And don't forget the inter-academy formal
dance tonight, right here at Alpine!
That's the best
we've done in years.
What a great day for Alpine!
And a long one at that.
I suggest we all have a little
rest before the dance.
Where's my blue pantyhose?
My shoes shrunk!
Nobody move.
How does my hair look?
You're too little for lipstick!
No fair!
[SCREAMING]
ALL: Barnaby!
My shoe!
You might as well throw him the other
one, maybe he can chew it to match.
MARIE: Um, does this
look funny?
[GIRLS CLAMORING]
Tuck it in!
Turn around!
ALL: Much better.
Is that, is that me?
[GIGGLING] I love it!
Would you like a glass of
punch? It's very tasty.
There you go, and one for you. There you go.
Would you like some?
Yes? All right.
Oh, how are you?
I know,
isn't it beautiful?
Good to see you again.
Good evening, Etienne.
Konnichiwa. That's "hello"
in Samurai!
[GASPS]
Oh my.
What interesting decor.
I knew you'd love it.
Don't ask.
There we go.
Yes, I was out
riding today.
Well, I think that it's going to be
quite a bit easier now...
Whoa.
Look, the Odd Squad
is staring.
Pretend they're
not there.
[EXCLAIMS] I love this song!
Marie, come dance with me!
Hey, nerd girl. You weren't too
bad at the dressage trials today.
Thanks. Boy, that
first prize is heavy.
Yeah, yeah.
You got lucky.
You, uh, want to dance?
I wouldn't want to step on
your little second-place feet.
I'll take a chance.
Whoa. What were
the odds of that?
You didn't
see that coming?
That is my punch you are drinking,
you stuffed sauerkraut sausage!
[GASPS] It's mine, you pompous
pickled pudding!
Creampuff!
Bon bon for brains!
PHILIPPE: Chocolate mousse!
I think I'm losing
my appetite.
[ARGUING CONTINUES]
Oh, Stacie,
I'm going out to the corral.
Yeah, yeah, that's nice.
Have fun.
CHELSEA: I'll be right back.
[NEIGHS LOUDLY]
[CHELSEA YELLS]
[CHELSEA SCREAMS]
Chelsea!
Chelsea?
Chelsea!
Chelsea!
Hang on, Chelsea!
MARLENE: Etienne!
ALL: Chelsea!
Chelsea?
Chelsea?
MARLENE: Chelsea,
can you hear me?
MARLENE: Chels...
Dash! Stop!
I'm okay.
[ALL SIGH]
She's okay, just a little
shaken. She'll be fine.
Chelsea, why on Earth?
I just wanted to ride a big horse,
like you and Barbie and Stacie do.
Oh, Chelsea.
I think you've done quite
enough riding for one day.
Let's get you inside.
And Etienne, we'll need to get
a doctor to look at your arm.
Thank goodness she's okay.
But what about our horses?
They're all gone.
The race!
We must go after them!
How? It's dark, and we don't
know which way they went.
I can track them.
Jonas, you know
how to do that?
I know these hills like
Skipper knows her tablet.
My friends said we could
use their horses.
Let's go!
We'll call the neighboring farms and ask
them to keep a lookout for the runaways.
STACIE: I'll help!
[CHUCKLES]
Come on, this way!
Hmm.
What is it?
JONAS: These tracks...
You see that
set of prints?
That horse is coming from a different
direction than the others.
JONAS: Then it
joins the rest here.
Huh, it's not
wearing horseshoes.
Exactly. Then it appears to lead
the herd away, in that direction.
I'm afraid that's it.
The prints lead onto
these rocks, and then vanish.
JONAS: Sorry.
Now what? The race is in a few
hours, and Alpine's got no horses.
Aunt Marlene might as well
kiss the school goodbye.
Wait! I know
where they might be!
[WHINNIES]
Good job, Majesty!
[WHINNIES]
I wonder if she babysits. Four sugar cubes
an hour and all the hay she can eat.
That horse...
The one with
the pink mane.
[WHINNIES]
What breed is it?
A very special one.
And they're
our secret. Okay?
Looks like the
steeplechase is still on!
[WHINNIES]
Monsieur Philippe.
What a pleasant surprise.
You think you're very clever, don't you?
And you! Traitor! Turncoat!
Do not bother
returning to L'Ecole!
Mamselle Barbie, I owe you
a debt of gratitude.
I believe you have found a place I have
searched for since I was a child...
The Valley Of The Majestiques.
Majestiques? But Monsieur, you
said they were fairy tales!
That was for my
brother's benefit.
I have always known they were real.
And worth a king's ransom.
PHILIPPE: And now, I know they
are somewhere on Alpine land.
As you've said,
this is Alpine land.
Well, after today's race, this land
will belong to Ecole Montagne,
and soon I will have all the
time in the world to find them.
Unless, of course, Monsieur
Etienne leaves you in the dust.
Oh, didn't you hear? My brother's
broken arm will keep him from riding.
[ALL GASP]
But do not worry.
Once this land is mine,
I may let you
look at the Majestiques...
For a price. [LAUGHS]
We have to win that race.
ANNOUNCER: Day two
of the tournament,
and we're here at Bernwald Racetrack
for the concluding event,
the annual . kilometer
steeplechase.
Alpine Academy and Ecole Montagne
are tied going into this race.
Aren't Barbie and
Skipper coming?
They'll make it here
in time! I just know it!
ANNOUNCER: Riding for Centre
Equestre, Jason Randall.
Riding for Ecole Montagne, Monsieur
Philippe Cheynet, on Hurricane!
[GROWLING]
You lose again, Etienne!
[LAUGHS]
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and
gentlemen, an announcement.
Alpine Academy will
not be racing this year.
lam sorry, Marlene.
We tried our best.
ANNOUNCER: As we approach the top
of the hour, registration is now...
Wait a moment!
There's a late entry!
Riding for Alpine is
Barbie Roberts,
on Majesty!
[CHEERING]
Etienne! Is that...
Yes.
A Majestique.
Easy, now. Easy.
[WHINNIES]
The saddle's not so bad.
You'll get used to it.
Whoa, it's okay Majesty.
That's a beautiful horse, Ms. Roberts.
It will not be yours much longer.
We will see, Monsieur.
Wow! It's like
they're real!
ANNOUNCER: Rider's ready!
The wire is up,
and they're off!
[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]
Easy,easy.
It's all right.
Teacher's Pet takes the lead, Prima
Donna in second, Way to Go in third!
Majesty is rearing
at the gate.
[PHILIPPE LAUGHS]
That's it. Settle.
It's okay.
Hiya!
[CHEERING]
Come on, Majesty.
You can do it!
ANNOUNCER: Way To Go moving
into the number two spot
as riders head for
the first water ditch!
Raclette is down!
You can do this, girl! It's
just like the glacier streams!
[ALL CHEERING]
We love you, Barbie!
ANNOUNCER: Rounding the turn to
jump four, it's Creme Brulee and
Way to Go leading the pack,
with Prima Donna dropping back,
followed by Teacher's Pet
with Hurricane gaining.
Oh, dear. Teacher's Pet
has spilled its rider!
Go, you mangy beast!
ANNOUNCER: Hurricane passes Prima Donna
and challenges Creme Brulee for second
as they come
to the hedge jump.
Majesty still trailing
in last place.
What's this? Creme Brulee
is out of the race!
That is just plain wrong. Come
on, Majesty, let's show him!
ANNOUNCER: Making a late charge, Majesty
rockets to overtake Prima Donna!
Way to Go in first.
Barbie Roberts on Majesty
continues a spectacular
come from behind,
challenging reigning champion Philippe
Cheynet on Hurricane for second!
Barbie Roberts is down! The
saddle has come off her horse!
It looks like Miss Roberts and
Majesty are out of the race!
He can't stop us.
Come on, Majesty.
Born free, ride free!
ANNOUNCER: Hurricane now
closing in on Way To Go.
Hurricane and Way To Go
are neck and neck.
Oh, Way To Go stumbles!
Way To Go at the inside
fence refusing the jump.
Philippe Cheynet now
firmly in first place.
Just one more jump before another
victory for Ecole Montagne.
Alpine and the
Majestiques are mine!
Wait a moment. Barbie Roberts is
back in the race and gaining fast!
Philippe Cheynet
takes the jump!
What's this? Unbelievable!
[ALL CHEERING]
Barbie Roberts and Majesty
down the stretch!
Philippe Cheynet furiously
trying to take back the lead.
It's Majesty and
Hurricane down the stretch!
[SCREAMING]
And the winner for Alpine Academy
is Barbie Roberts on Majesty!
[SPITTING]
[WHINNIES]
[LAUGHS]
You did it, Majesty,
you did it!
[WHINNIES]
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen!
The overall Tournament Cup goes to
Alpine Equestrian Academy!
[CHEERING]
It is an outrage! I should
have won that race!
I was unfairly distracted!
By what?
Your own cheating?
We saw what you did,
you penguin's patoot!
And you are the lint in a
baboon's belly button!
[SIGHS] Here we go again.
MADAME CHEYNET: Taisez-vous!
Ow!
Now go to your room!
You are on Ie time out!
But Maman!
He started it!
[GIGGLES]
You were magnifique!
Uh, thank you, uh...
Madame Cheynet,
the owner of Ecole Montagne.
Bridgette, I won't be
needing to sell Alpine.
Felicitations, Marlene.
lam most happy for you.
Maman...
This horse...
Thelegendu.
I know.
Isn't she beautiful?
Come, mon chouchou.
I made soup.
Do I get a baguette
this time?
[CHEERING]
Thank you.
I love it.
Here's Stacie's last bag. Popcorn
and I packed the rest of her stuff.
Hey, where is Popcorn?
[BARKS]
on.
Well, I think
that's everything.
I just want to thank you
again, Aunt Marlene.
This has been the
best summer ever.
No, I thank all of you.
Once Skipper posted her
video of the race online,
our enrollment tripled!
I think we'll be teaching
riders for many years to come.
At school, I signed up a
whole bunch of students
for riding and
dressage lessons,
and one wants to learn to play the
banjo, but I signed him up anyway.
[SIGHS]
[GRUNTING]
Well, that's
the last of it.
Thanks for helping. You're not a bad guy!
Sometimes.
Careful, you almost
said something nice to me.
And since you like
marshmallow shampoo so much,
I'm gonna send you my next
favorite, Scent O' S'mores.
[NEIGHS]
Yeah, me too. And I'm sorry
about all those things I said.
You really are a great pony.
And just my size.
Okay, I admit it.
I'm gonna miss you.
Even though you gave my sister years'
worth of embarrassing pictures of me,
you're still a
very cool horse.
[NEIGHS]
See you in Malibu, Majesty. I think
you're gonna like California.
You have chosen an
amazing horse, Barbie.
I am certain you and she will
win many, many races together.
[NEIGHS]
[WHINNIES]
[WHINNIES]
Barbie?
Aren't you excited?
No. No, I won't do it.
Barbie, what are you doing?
Letting her go. I can't, Aunt Marlene.
I just can't.
She belongs here
with her family.
I could never take
that away from her.
That decision comes from your heart.
I think it's the right one.
I'll never forget you.
Never. Now go.
If you come back,
I know she will come back.
[CAR HORN HONKS]
SKIPPER: Come on, Barbie!
This thing won't drive itself!
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
[DOG BARKING]
[WHINNIES]
BARBIE: Okay, now, who's
got the boarding passes?
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