[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 ♪
[crickets chirping]
No way we're losing the Legacy Pin to a new herd.
It's hard to believe this is their inaugural Jubilee.
That Filly, Pru, every time I blinked,
she moved to a new pin station!
I don't mean that literally. She-She's not a ghost.
Our mothers won the Legacy Pin every year when they were Fillies,
and our grandmothers before that.
I know. You've told me your tale before.
It's quite the hullabaloo.
So we are not losing to a bunch of tenderfoots.
-Isn't it "tenderfeet"? -[boot squelches]
What?
[Daphne] Shh!
Hm.
[Lucky] I'm telling you, PALs, I definitely heard something odd.
Maybe it was a rhino sharing an ice-cream cone with a panda bear.
And the panda took the entire cone
because everyone knows pandas aren't good at sharing.
That's definitely under the category of odd.
I wonder if it was the BUDs.
Why would they be sharing ice cream with a panda?
What would the BUDs be doing outside our tent in the night?
I don't know, but it was probably something nefarious.
Did you see the way they looked after the Campfire Talent Show last night?
They weren't exactly beaming when Mrs. Hungerford took that photo of us.
[sighs] I just don't know why the BUDs would do anything bad to us.
They love the Fillies. They're Legacies.
That means they're the best team that's ever TEAMed!
I mean, they've never not been Legacies.
Exactly.
Bebe told me no herd has ever even come close to beating them.
I think they're threatened by us because we've got a real chance of winning.
They're the Fitzy of the Frontier Fillies!
Fitzy was perfect and everything you wanted to be in the whole world?
Forget about the BUDs, Lucky.
If they were up to something fishy, we can take them.
We're gonna win this Legacy Race.
Even if we don't win, it will be fun.
But we are going to win.
Our first year as Fillies, just like the BUDs.
-What? -[Abigail] Yuck!
Why is there cooking grease in our boots?
Do you think it's...
-The BUDs! -Leprechauns!
-They are notorious pranksters. -[bell ringing]
[Mrs. Hungerford] Saddle up, Fillies! To the starting line for the Legacy Race!
We have to hurry!
[Fillies cheering and chattering]
[whinnies]
[Mrs. Hungerford] Welcome, Frontier Fillies, to the Annual Great Legacy Race,
where we show that it's one for herd...
[all] ...and herd for one!
Fillies are to ride through the mountain trails, completing challenges as they go.
The race circles back here to the finish line.
The course changes every year, so stick to the trail markers.
Remember, melting snowcaps have caused water to flow down onto the trails,
creating a muddy mess.
Be mindful of the closed paths.
All right, Fillies, are we ready?
[cheering]
[neighing]
Ready, ma'am!
Let's go, BUDs.
We have a Legacy to defend.
-Get ready, get set, go! -[bell ringing]
[horses whinnying]
[Lucky] Wait! We're in the race, too!
[Mrs. Hungerford] You Fillies better hustle! Whoo!
Come on, Spirit! We can catch them!
[whinnies]
On the double, BUDs!
[Fillies murmuring]
[Lucky] Hey, Bebe!
Don't think a little cooking grease will stop us from winning the Legacy Pin.
Because nothing will!
Not that we're automatically assuming you BUDs did it.
Innocent until proven guilty.
We have no idea what you're talking about!
Don't blame us because you're late!
You should have woken up on time and eaten a healthy breakfast!
Besides, why would we do anything to your boots?
We never said anything about boots.
Charge, Sarge!
[Sarge whinnies]
-Come on, Spirit! Hyah! -[Spirit neighs]
[Pru] Come on, Chica Linda!
That new herd's keeping up with Carver Creek.
Bet they become Legacies this year.
You're crackers!
The BUDs will win. That's why they're called the BUDs.
[laughs] That's not why they're called the BUDs.
Why, is it?
Hey, Fillies, how about rooting for Buzzard's Hollow?
You know, our own herd?
[laughter]
[Bebe] Here's the first challenge.
Whoa!
This challenge is called the "Gallop and Grab."
"Each Filly is to gallop their horses to grab a bandana hanging from the trees."
Don't you love it when the name of something
tells you exactly what you're supposed to do?
-Hah! Hah! Come on, Sarge! -[whinnies]
[Bebe grunts]
Good boy, Sarge.
-[whinnies] -Hyah!
A bing cherry for my Bing Cherry.
Come on, Daph!
I've witnessed you leap fences higher than that!
To be fair, Marbles and I were running from a bear at the time.
Roar!
[Marbles nickers]
I'm trying to recreate the situation to properly motivate her.
[whinnies]
Go, Marbles! Go!
See? It worked.
Hurry, BUDs. Before the PALs get here.
[PALs cheering]
[gasps]
[PALs] Wahoo!
[PALs laugh]
Come on!
[birds chirping]
[gasps] Look at those pretty blue jays!
[all] Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirpitty-chirp-chirp!
[laughter]
My ears hear their buffoonery up ahead.
-We can catch them! -Wait!
There's nothing in the rules that says we are required to stay on the trail.
This way, Sarge.
I know a shortcut.
[Daphne] Righto, we're here first!
Nice shortcut, Beebs.
This Shoot-an-Arrow Challenge is to showcase precision and composure.
We are only allowed one arrow each.
Make it count, BUDs.
-Let's clear out before the PALs catch up. -[cheering]
-[Pru] All right, archery! -[Lucky] Hyah! Yes!
[PALs laugh and cheer]
[Pru] Yee-ha!
-[whinnying] -[grunts] Come on!
[Spirit nickers]
Ugh!
This trail has more mud than Muddy River, Muddy Gulch, and Muddy Grove combined.
-[whinnying] -Whoa!
[Abigail whimpering]
[sighs]
Thankfully, the dance lessons I've given Boomerang trained him for this scenario.
[Sarge whinnies]
Let's go, BUDs!
Go where?
[gasps] Hey! What are you doing?
-Excuse me! -Are you nuts?
-Move! Move over! -[Daphne] On your left!
-This is dangerous! -[Bebe] Come on, Sarge.
-[Spirit snorts] -Move it! Come on, Spirit!
We were here first!
You were first, and now we are.
[both grunting]
Hey!
I found another shortcut.
-Charge, Sarge! -[whinnies]
Come on, BUDs!
[Sarge neighs]
[Chica Linda snorts]
Come on, Bing!
Come on, Marbles! Let's go!
[grunting]
-[Ursula] Eat our mud! -[Daphne] See you at the finish line!
Come on, PALs. We can take that shortcut, too.
[whinnying]
Uh... It's pretty slippery.
Not good slippery, like the time we used the river rocks as a slide.
[sighs] Abigail's right, it's too dangerous.
[sighs] We won't stoop to the BUDs' level of winning at all costs.
Those BUDs! They should be called the... BADs!
I'm so mad right now, I can't think of a better insult than that!
[whinnying]
Giddy up, BUDs!
We may be in the lead, but those PALs are right behind us.
There has to be a way to slow them down.
Perhaps we should focus on moving ahead and winning
instead of wasting time sabotaging another herd.
Declare your loyalties, Daphne.
I am a BUD through and through,
I swear it!
That's not what I'm hearing.
I'm hearing traitor words.
So are my ears.
-[sobbing] -Whoa!
[Abigail] Daphne? What are you doing here?
[sobbing]
We were having a heated talk,
when Marbles was spooked by a squirrel.
He knocked me off and ran away.
I hurt my ankle upon the landing!
Where are your BUDs?
Yeah, I thought you three always stick together.
"One for herd," and all that.
Well, the herd felt one of us was slowing everyone down,
so they left me behind.
Plus, they were already mad at me for saying you PALs are...
Never mind.
Either way, I've lost my friends.
And I've lost my Marbles!
Aw, you poor thing!
PALs, we can't just leave Daphne out here.
How do we know she's telling the truth?
Lucky's right. I don't trust those BUDs.
This has to be a trick.
Are you a hundred percent sure of that?
What if Daphne really is injured, and her friends left her?
[sighs] Then we'd feel pretty crummy we didn't help her.
[sighs] Why do we always have to do the right thing?
[laughter]
Strawberry and vanilla ice cream for the panda and rhino, of course.
Naturally.
Pandas love strawberries, and rhinos fancy vanilla.
[laughter]
Well, if we ever lose Abigail, we have an international spare.
The next challenge is coming up!
-[Lucky] Doesn't look too bad. -[Bebe] Come on, Sarge, let's go!
There go your BUDs, Daphne.
On the contrary, Lucky, they left me behind to rot,
so we're no longer the BUDs.
Bebe and Ursula are "BUs" and I am a "D" on my own.
You can be a part of our Miradero Herd.
We'll be the... PLADs!
Here, Daphne.
Oh! Well, are you sure you can spare it?
Abigail, what are you doing?
Being a Frontier Filly means making new friends.
Look, before we start any official initiations, let's win the race.
"The Wall Scamper promotes preparedness and teamwork.
Every herd will use the rope they've packed
to help one Filly scamper to the top of the wall.
Once up top, you grab a flag from the box."
[Abigail] Bracelets, compasses, maps, more bracelets...
I don't see a rope.
I know I packed the rope in my saddlebag last night.
Where is it?
-You took it! -Give it back!
I don't have it!
Yes, you do!
We know you're trying to sabotage us.
I most certainly am not.
[as Daphne] You most certainly are, too.
And quit making me talk like you!
Admit it! You took our rope.
Well, this debate isn't fair, is it?
It's two against one.
[Abigail] PLADs, stop fighting!
A simple double crisscross braid
turned these friendship bracelets into a...
friendship rope!
-Great idea! -Go, Abigail!
[Abigail] Anything for the PLADs.
[Bebe] "One Filly is to swing on the rope across the mud.
Once they get to the other side, they grab a flag from the wooden box
as proof that they made it over."
[chuckles]
[laughs]
Yeah! Whoa!
Whoa!
Ugh!
Yes!
[grunting]
Whoa! Slippery mud!
-[Abigail] Go, PLADs! -[Pru] Catch up!
How did those PALs get up the wall already?
There has to be a way to slow them down.
It's the last challenge.
After this, it's a ride through the trails to get to the finish line.
We're definitely fast enough to catch up in a hoof race, right, Spirit?
[whinnies]
[grunting]
Whoo! Whoa!
-[splat] -[gasps]
Ugh! Ugh!
[grunts] The mud makes it too slippery to hold on to the rope.
[grunts] Let me guess.
Another of the BUs' dirty tricks.
Or should I say, the BUDs'?
I don't know. I've been with you, haven't I?
Perhaps Bebe and Ursula fell in the ditch and accidentally got mud on the rope.
[Pru] Forget them!
[grunts]
Learned this trick when I earned the Log Rolling Pin. [grunts]
[Lucky] Go, Pru!
-Roll, roll, roll, Pru! -You've got this!
[Abigail] It's working!
-Yay, Pru! Wahoo! -[whinnying]
[cheering and laughter]
[Daphne] Oh! Oh, dear! Oh! Oh, dear! Oh, my!
Whoa! Slow down!
Sure, that's what you'd want us to do, isn't it?
-What's that over there? -[Boomerang snorts]
[neighs]
[nickers]
No time for a snack, Boomerang. We have to go!
-Where did those apples come from? -Who cares! Let's keep going!
Come on, Boomerang.
I'll give you a bushel of apples after we win the race!
-[Boomerang nickers] -[sighs] Fine, three bushels.
You drive a hard bargain.
[whinnies]
-[Pru] Go! -[Lucky] This way!
They're on our tail! Daphne was supposed to slow them down!
I'm sure she's trying her best.
Let's give Daphne a hand with the mission.
[whinnying]
[grunting]
Ha!
-[neighs] -[Ursula] Good idea, Beeb!
There's a fork in the road ahead.
Wait.
This doesn't look right.
This way to the finish line?
Righto, PALs! Let's go!
I can taste the victory!
It's like chocolate pudding with whipped cream!
And a cherry on top!
[Boomerang snorts]
The finish line is at the field where we started.
It's still a bit away, but we're in the home stretch.
Though, as Grandma would say,
"You haven't won a race until you've crossed a finish line."
Grandma's proverbs state the obvious.
All we have to do now is listen for Double Agent Daphne's signal.
This doesn't seem right.
We're supposed to be headed down toward the campsite.
[Abigail] Whoa!
Whoa! Ooh!
[Pru] Hey, your ankle's fine!
I knew you stole our rope!
So, that's where the apples came from!
Daphne?
Um...
[blowing pitch pipe]
She picked a weird time to rehearse her song.
[blowing continues]
[Sarge nickers]
There's Daphne's signal. Now we send Marbles to fetch her.
-Go, Marbles! Fast, like a fox! -[Marbles whinnies]
-She's not getting away from us! -Let her go.
Back at the trail marker, I suspected Bebe and Ursula sabotaged it.
So we've been going the wrong way this whole time?
I explored this area yesterday.
I know a shortcut through the Sierra River Trail.
I didn't want to say in front of Daphne.
Yes! Come on, let's win this thing!
[whinnying]
-[Daphne] Help! Help me! -[pitch pipe blowing]
It's Daphne! I'd recognize her accent anywhere.
What if it's another trick?
What if it's not?
What do we do, Lucky?
[whinnies]
Help! Marbles!
-[grunts] -[nickers]
[snorts]
[pitch pipe blows]
[rumbling]
[grunting] Whoa! No!
Oh, dear! Oh, no! Oh! Oh! OK, OK. Oh!
[Lucky] Daphne, grab the rope!
Hold tight!
[all grunting]
-Thank you. -[Lucky] Are you OK?
[Daphne] Oh, no.
[screaming and whinnying]
[Lucky] Spirit!
-Are you OK? -Abigail, no!
Watch out, Spirit!
[screaming continues]
[gasps] Oh, no!
Hold on, hold on, hold on!
-Careful, Boomerang! -[Pru] Hold on!
[screaming]
-[Daphne] Abigail! -[Lucky] No, no, no!
[screaming]
[gasps] Is everyone OK?
[both gasp]
-[Pru grunts] -[Lucky sighs]
You came back to save me?
[Ursula] Daphne! There you are!
We followed the sound of your whistle. What are you doing here?
You were supposed to meet us back there.
-BUDs, come help me! -[Sarge whinnies]
[Daphne grunts]
[Lucky] Let's go, PALs!
I hate when doing the right thing ends up going wrong.
[Abigail] I want my friendship bracelet back!
-[Bebe] Charge, Sarge! -[Lucky] Hyah, Spirit!
[screams]
-Daphne! -[Lucky] Not this time, BUDs!
[cheering]
[bell ringing]
[Sarge whinnies]
[cheering continues]
[Filly] Yeah, we love the Miraderos!
[PALs laugh]
[Mrs. Hungerford] T-E-A-M.
That stands for togetherness, exploration,
adventure, and mastery.
While all Frontier Fillies strive to demonstrate these attributes,
each year, there can only be one Legacy Herd that best exemplifies a TEAM.
It is my great honor to award the Legacy Pin to a group of new Fillies,
the Miradero Herd!
[cheering and applause]
-[Lucky grunts] -[cheering]
Told you Miradero would win.
[cheering continues]
I can't believe we're not Frontier Fillies Legacies.
We let down our herd,
our town,
and our moms.
In that order.
You know, if we hadn't sabotaged the PALs,
they wouldn't have been caught in a mudslide that led them to the finish line.
[others groan]
And I declare the Frontier Fillies Summer Outdoor Jubilee closed!
[cheering]
Until next year, Fillies, it's...
[in unison] ...one for herd and herd for one!
[cheering]
I'd say our first Frontier Fillies Summer Outdoor Jubilee was a success.
It was more fun than I ever imagined. We definitely have to come back next year.
I can't wait! Right, Abigail?
Hey, Daphne, you can keep the friendship bracelet.
-Pardon? -It's my way of saying "thank you."
Or, as you say it in your language...
[as Daphne] ...thank you.
Uh... Did you rattle your brain on that mudslide?
At the finish line, you fell on purpose to help us win.
I saw you lean back on Sarge.
When someone races toward a finish line, they lean forward.
Are you off your onion?
Why would I help you PALs win?
Ignore her, Abigail. Some people are just bad seeds.
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe it's not the seeds that are bad.
Maybe the soil around them is dry. Maybe they need to be watered.
Or have fertilizer flung on their heads. [chuckles]
That's what you do to make seeds grow. I'm not suggesting we do it.
[laughter]
♪ We're the herd from Miradero Lucky, Abigail and Pru ♪
♪ We love to ride all day outside We like the indoors, too ♪
♪ We don't always agree on stuff We guess that's no surprise ♪
♪ She's fearless, she's funny ♪
♪ She's smart and organized ♪