[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 ♪
[horse whinnies]
-[Pru] Yeah! -[Lucky laughs] Whoo!
-[Lucky] Yeah! -[Abigail] Wahoo!
[Pru] Hyah! Yeah!
-Hyah! -[Spirit nickers]
[Spirit neighs]
As much fun as the Jubilee was, I'm excited to get home. I missed it.
And we can crochet new blankets for all the horses.
After mastering friendship bracelets,
I'm itching to branch out into friendship blankets.
[laughter]
-Whoa! -[whinnies and nickers]
Just a little slip in the mud. Step lightly, Chica Linda.
It's pretty wet around here.
Mrs. Hungerford wasn't joking when she said trails might be washed out
from the snow caps melting.
I don't think I've ever heard Mrs. Hungerford make a joke before,
but I bet it would be a hoot.
[laughs]
I imagined it, and it was.
We need to keep an eye on the trails. Mud could cause more trouble than slipping.
No problem. We've dealt with worse. We got this.
The non-joking Mrs. Hungerford would be so proud.
[laughter]
I hope there's lunch ready when we get back.
I'm starving.
[sighs] I miss those Frontier Fillies s'mores.
Helpful hint: you can fit five in your mouth.
Fifteen without the graham crackers.
[nickers]
-[nickers] -What's wrong, boy?
-[nickers] -The trail!
-How did we lose it? -[gasps]
Maybe it lost us?
We can try backtracking.
Or maybe not.
We went through the Lovell Forest on the way to the Jubilee,
so we'd have to cross it on the way back.
Right, but the Lovell Forest is huge.
We can't pick just any point to go through.
And right now, we're pretty turned around.
Well, then the answer is simple.
Let's get un-turned around.
♪ If you're lost among your friends Follow the poles to the end ♪
No?
We can use the Fillies compasses we got from the Jubilee
for successfully navigating friendships.
Friends this way, and that way.
We came north to get to the Jubilee,
so we'll just have to go south to get back to Miradero.
-Great plan! -[Abigail] Thanks, Lucky.
♪ Seven mustangs on the open range ♪
♪ One starts acting awful strange ♪
♪With a buck and a neigh ♪
♪ He takes off a new way ♪
♪ Six mustangs on the open range ♪
♪ One starts acting awful strange ♪
♪ With a buck and a neigh ♪
♪ He takes off a new way... ♪
Uh... PALs?
Pru, we only have five more mustangs left.
We've passed this tree before.
Remember? Abigail said it looked like a spider with leaves on its head.
-Are you sure we're going south? -Yeah.
Wait. Hand me your compasses.
Our compasses aren't pointing south.
They're not pointing anywhere.
They're pointing everywhere!
But the North and South Poles haven't moved, have they?
Oh, my gosh! Did they pull the old switcheroo on us?
-[cracking] -[gasps]
[Pru] Lodestone. Of course!
It's a rock that gives off its own magnetic field,
basically making our compasses useless here.
-PALs, I think we're officially lost. -[Lucky] How are we going to get home?
I know. We follow the faces.
Eyes, nose, and mouth.
And this one, he's making that face people make
when they smell cauliflower cooking.
Eyes, nose, mouth.
All the trees have faces if you look really, really closely.
[nickers]
[whinnies]
I can kind of see it.
Yeah, maybe that tree knot is worried.
Nope, I'm the one worried.
I have no idea what you're talking about, Abigail.
Don't worry, PALs.
We'll use the faces as markers to make sure we're not passing the same ones.
It might take a while, but I think that could work!
We're back on track, PALs.
PALs, over here!
-We did it! -[Pru] No, we didn't.
We came out the wrong side of the forest.
Is it the wrong side of the forest? Or is it the right side of adventure?
Uh... Abigail, it's definitely the wrong side of the forest.
[sighs] We're nowhere near home.
It will take hours to get across the Nandez Mountains.
[sighs]
I learned all about gullies during my Rock Formations of the Frontier class.
Lesson number one:
sedimentary does not mean sitting down.
[Abigail] I found a geode, and it was super sparkly.
Then I wondered if you could have too many sparkles in a geode.
They would be all pretty and shiny,
but if there were too many it could get too shiny.
That's a blinding risk.
Not only that, but the shine could run out.
And then you would have nothing. Would that even count as a geode anymore?
-Wait, Abigail. Wait! -A rock-ode?
Get it? Like a geode, but disguised as a rock?
Abigail! Come back!
[gasps] Look! Maybe we can get a message back to Miradero that we're here.
-Ca-caw! Ca-caw! -Abigail!
You're right, my name does sound kind of like a birdcall.
Abigail! Abigail!
-Look at all these cracks in the ground. -[snakes hissing]
Uh... PALs, I think one of these cracks is moving.
Make that all of them!
What do we do?
If we turn around, we might not make it through the forest again.
Then we keep going,
stepping very, very carefully.
[tails rattling]
[whispers] No sudden movements.
[tails rattling]
[gasps]
Almost there.
[bush rustling]
-[rattling intensifies] -Uh-oh!
-Oh, no! -Watch out!
Follow that rabbit!
Go, go, go!
Let's get out of here!
-Run! -We have to get out of here!
-We're almost out! -Come on, Chica Linda!
[Abigail] Go, go, go!
[all panting]
[sighs] Nice job, boy.
[neighs]
-[whinnies] -Whoa! Let's go, Boomerang.
-Hyah! -[whinnies]
Come on, we get over the Nandez Mountains, then we can see which way to Miradero.
We're almost home, PALs. I can taste it.
Mm! Does it taste like-- Whoa!
-[whinnies] -Oof!
-Abigail, what happened? -Are you OK?
It's Boomerang, he's hurt!
[whinnies]
[Lucky] One of the snakes must have bit him!
We need to find a vet. Those were diamondback rattlesnakes.
If we wait, the poison could spread through his bloodstream and paralyze him.
Then let's think of a plan. We're the PALs!
We've been through things like this before... kind of... close-ish?
[groans] Why can't I think of anything?
Oh, this is all my fault.
Oh, Abigail, don't blame yourself.
We didn't know that gully was full of snakes.
If I hadn't been distracting everyone with my loud, silly stories,
then we wouldn't have wandered into that gully at all.
I did this.
Abigail, that's not--
[whinnies]
We have to help Boomerang.
OK, Boomerang, nice and easy.
[whinnies]
Pru's going to look at the bite, Boomerang. You must stay still.
He's doing great, Abigail.
I don't think he's ever followed directions this easily before.
[twig snaps]
OK, well, it looks like the bite is really swollen and dirty.
Let's wash it out first.
[whinnies]
Please stop moving, Boomerang.
It's all right, boy. Let's see if he can walk on it.
[grunting]
-[whinnies] -[gasps]
Boomerang!
[neighs]
He can't go any further.
Maybe one of us can ride back to Miradero to get help.
But what if that person gets lost by themselves?
We can't just sit here.
And we can't just leave them.
Mixtli.
-He's not here, Abigail. -Trauma delusions?
No, Mixtli is behind you.
Yá'át'ééh!
[both] Mixtli!
-What are you doing here? -It's so good to see you.
-Where were you and Crow? -Where are you going?
I was hunting with Crow when I thought I heard voices.
I followed them to the gully where I had lost the rabbit I was tracking.
That's when I saw the three of you.
I wanted to warn you, but it was too late.
You were already with the snakes.
I am glad to have found you.
Boy, are we glad, too.
[Boomerang neighs]
[Abigail] Easy, boy. Easy.
-[Boomerang nickers] -Shh.
Hodéezyéél.
It was the snakes.
-Because of me. -Abigail, stop blaming yourself.
-[whinnies] -[Mixtli] He needs medicine.
I will wait with Abigail. You will go.
Which way is Miradero from here?
Follow this trail through the mountains.
It will be southwest of there.
-An hour's ride. -We'll be back as soon as we can.
Hang in there, Boomerang...
and Abigail.
Good luck!
-[Lucky] Hyah! -[Spirit whinnies]
Boomerang will be OK.
He is a strong horse.
But he must stay still as a rock.
When he moves, his blood,
it will pick up the snake poison.
You heard Mixtli, Boomerang.
Stop moving.
You must remain still.
-[neighs] -Stop moving, Boomerang!
[whinnies]
Once we're on the other side, we can get a lay of the land.
There!
[Pru] We're so close. Come on, Chica Linda!
[rumbling]
Oh, no. [groans]
Rock slide!
-Oh, no! -Hurry!
Go, go, go!
-Look out! -[whinnies]
Faster, Lucky!
-Come on, Chica Linda! -Duck!
-[whinnies] -[gasps]
Lucky!
Pru!
[screams]
Go, go, go!
-Jump! -[whinnies]
Pru! Over here!
[sighs] Where are they?
They should be here by now.
[Boomerang whinnies]
[gasps] Boomerang, please stop moving.
Oh, it's spreading.
[whinnies]
There might be something we can do to slow down the poison,
but I am not sure.
We can try.
Show me.
[Pru and Lucky coughing]
It looks like we can't go forward or backwards.
Great, now we're stuck.
[sighs] What do we do?
I got to think of a plan.
I can't think of a plan!
While you're thinking, Boomerang is waiting,
and he's probably getting worse by the second.
If Boomerang doesn't make it through this, Abigail will be devastated.
We have to get out of here.
[sighs] If she were here, she'd probably say,
"We have to get unstuck! Those rocks on the mountain look like stairs!"
Hey, they do look like stairs.
-Keep it together, Lucky. -No, Pru. Look!
[Pru] Oh! Yeah.
Come on.
[Lucky grunting]
-[whinnying] -[Pru] Whoa!
[Chica Linda snorts]
That was close.
Let's keep going.
It will be tough to scale the mountain face,
but we'll be able to see the path to Miradero from the top.
[Pru] That could work.
-Unless... -Unless?
Unless we slip and fall like Chica Linda and I almost did,
and we never make it back to town,
and Abigail wonders what happened to us for the rest of time.
Or we make it across, get to Miradero, return to help Boomerang,
and this becomes another fun adventure story we tell.
If you say so.
So you use the gray clay and not the red clay.
Red clay is better for making tools and pottery?
Yes, it is.
Marigold?
For the pain.
Lavender? What does that do?
It soothes the bite.
You are good at identifying plants.
I love flowers, especially the red ones.
And also the blue ones. And the yellow ones.
Ooh! And purple. Green, too!
Lavender is also used to calm people down.
I use it when Boomerang doesn't want a bath.
Sometimes he's scared of the hose.
But with lavender, he jumps right in. [chuckles]
[laughs] It is nice to see you smiling again.
I'm not smiling.
This is a serious situation.
I am a very serious, serious person now.
[laughs]
That is very funny.
You have always made the best jokes.
It's not a joke.
Boomerang is hurt, and it's all my fault.
I don't make jokes.
[shallow breathing]
[gasps] His breathing,
it's so hard!
[whinnies]
Please, Boomerang, you must stay still.
[Mixtli] It is getting worse.
[gasps] What do we do now?
We have everything we need. Now we must put it together.
[horse nickers]
[Lucky screams]
-Pru! -Hang on!
Pru!
[grunting]
Almost there.
-[Pru] Whoa! -[Lucky] There's Miradero!
We're so close.
I bet Spirit and Chica Linda can make it there in no time.
Yeah, but, Lucky,
now that we're up, how do we get down?
Oh, no, no, no.
I could handle being lost, and the snakes, and Boomerang -
I guess not really Boomerang - but this?
This day started out so simple.
All I wanted was to get back in time for lunch.
And I just wanted a nice ride home. Was that so much to ask?
We're doomed! We're so doomed.
[whinnies and snorts]
I know, boy, but we can't just rush into this.
I wish Abigail were here.
She'd know what to say to make me laugh, and then we wouldn't think about it.
We need Abigail's positivity to distract us from all the danger we're in.
The last time I went rock hopping, I collected so many geodes,
you could have called me "Geo-gail"!
Did that work?
Kinda?
I did want to laugh, but at you.
It will have to be good enough. Come on, let's do this.
Whatever you say, Geo-gail.
[Lucky laughs]
[Mixtli] This poultice should pull the snake poison from the wound.
I have seen it work once before, but not on a horse.
When did you see it?
[Mixtli] In my tribe, healing like this is common.
My amá sání is a healer,
and once a man came to her with a snake bite.
I helped her make this poultice and it saved his life.
This will help, boy.
Please be still.
Now for the second part of the healing.
Abigail, I need you to make something.
What? A salve? A knot? Another poultice?
I need you to make your jokes.
How can that be helpful?
Your horse can feel that you are worried.
He is trying to comfort you,
but he must stop moving.
You must assure him you are not worried by being Abigail again.
The true Abigail.
I can try to be the true Abigail again.
I will be seriously silly.
One day, I hope they make popcorn-flavored ice cream,
because every time I want something sweet and salty,
I put popcorn in my ice cream,
but then the popcorn gets soggy and the ice cream gets gross.
[chuckles]
[nickers]
They don't sell hot chocolate in summer.
If they did, it would just be cold chocolate.
Cold chocolate! Genius! I got to tell Winthrop.
If I had a penny in one hand, a dime in the other, I'd have money.
Or coins, at least. Is it working? Do I sound like her?
If fruits and nuts were ifs and buts, we'd... How does that go? Oh, yeah.
We'd have a Merry Christmas!
[Pru grunting]
[Chica Linda whinnies]
Your turn.
OK, but I'm not attempting the Abigail voice again.
Um... OK.
Clouds! They are so fluffy.
They're made of water,
which is two parts hydrogen and one part oxygen.
That's why they call it H2-- Whoa!
[panting]
Turtles can live really long lives.
[panting]
Just keep talking. That's what Abigail does.
[Pru] Do you think fairies live in these rocks?
[Lucky] If there were fairies in rocks, they would be frocks.
[sighs] Thank goodness.
I couldn't take another second of the tension or I would just explode!
Hey, that sounded just like Abigail.
You're finally getting it. Now, let's go find your mom.
[horse whinnies]
And while I'm thinking about it, why don't they sell hot chocolate in the summer?
Wouldn't you like that? It could be called "cold chocolate."
I'm a genius!
No, that's just chocolate ice cream, isn't it?
[Mixtli laughs]
My amá sání used to say some healers heal the body,
but that is only half the person.
In order to heal the whole person -
or horse, in this case -
you must also heal the soul.
I believe this is what you do with your spirit, Abigail.
Once we get back to Miradero, I'm going to be serious.
Everything was my fault.
I hurt Boomerang with my silliness.
You have also healed him with it.
And you led me here.
When I was hunting with Crow, it was your voice I heard.
And your birdcalls.
Well, technically that was my bird voice.
[laughs] Being your true self is what saved you.
One day, you may be a great healer like my amá sání.
She would have liked you.
She was funny, also.
[whinnying in distance]
[gasps] That must be Lucky and Pru with Pru's mom!
I should not be seen.
But...
[hooves galloping]
-[Lucky] Abigail! -[Pru] Abigail!
How's Boomerang?
[Fannie] OK, girls, let me take a look.
Diamondbacks, huh?
Yeah, they sink their teeth in pretty deep.
But this - this is amazing.
Pru said you had a friend here helping you.
He still around?
[rustling]
This is fine work, young man.
You saved this horse's life.
You should be proud.
Girls, help me get him onto the sled.
[Boomerang whinnies and snorts]
Thank you, Mixtli.
For teaching me about healing plants,
for saving Boomerang, and for being my friend.
What's this?
It is a healing journal with the techniques my amá sání taught me,
so you can continue to learn to heal.
And perhaps, you can write down your own ways to heal the soul.
I will see you again soon, my friends.
[Abigail] Goodbye, Mixtli.
-Thank you again. -Bye, Mixtli.
See you, Mixtli! Thanks!
[Boomerang nickers]
[Fannie] All right, girls, let's head home.
[nickers]
Hey, that tree knot looks exactly like your Aunt Cora
when she's excited about a recipe.
And that one looks like Mary Pat and Bianca.
Well, maybe not Bianca.
[laughs]
It's nice to have this Abigail back.
Please don't ever change again.
We need you exactly the way you are.
I think I can be this Abigail.
Although, bird-Abigail did have a lot of potential for further opportunities.
Ca-caw! Ca-caw!
[laughter]