[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 ♪
I think we must have researched every riding academy in the country.
[sighs] I wish we could go to all of them. Think of the friends we would make!
It was worth doing all the research to find Palomino Bluffs.
Everyone knows Tides Run is a great finishing school,
but this is a riding academy.
The best part is Spirit won't have to be shod or wear a saddle.
The school is perfect for us!
That sounds nice.
So, where are you sending these?
Palomino Bluffs Riding Academy.
Even the name is perfect for us.
Pal-o-min-o?
We're the PALs!
All right, applications sent via Mustang Mail.
Now all we have to do is wait.
It's probably gonna take a while.
[Spirit neighs]
Well, we waited this long. What's a few more days?
Yoo-hoo! PALMs!
Wherever are you going?
Hey, Maricela. We're heading to Windward Falls.
Oh, I would love to go for a swim with you,
but, alas, I cannot.
We didn't invite you.
I have a very important announcement to make.
[clears throat]
I... am getting... a poodle! [squeals]
Ooh! Or should I say "ooh-dle"? [laughs]
[feigns laughter] I have so much shopping to do.
The dog château I'm having built won't decorate itself.
I'm off to find a silk bed, sterling brushes,
and imported treats for Poods.
Well, we'd better get going.
Good luck with Poods.
Ta! [humming tune]
-[laughter] -[Pru] Wahoo!
-[whinny in distance] -[Lucky gasps]
What was that?
[Boomerang neighs]
[horse in distance neighs]
I've never seen anything like it. [gasps] Maybe it's a leprechaun.
Oh, I hope, I hope, I hope!
[nickers]
[Boomerang neighs]
[Pru] Hoofprints.
Whoever they belong to, they're moving fast.
-Let's follow it. -[Spirit nickers]
[Lucky] She's got to be around here somewhere. Here, horsey!
The hoofprints, they just... end.
-[whinnying] -[Lucky gasps]
Wow! I've never seen a horse with a golden color like that before.
She's beautiful.
She's the unicorn from my dreams!
According to legend,
there are three traits for classifying unicorns.
One: they're typically white, pink, purple, or gold.
Two: they can disappear.
Three: they can shoot rainbows out of their mouths.
So, where's her horn?
See that diamond on her forehead?
That's where it appears, but only in the moonlight.
Maybe we should get a closer look at this uh... unicorn. [gasps]
-Where did she go? -She must have run off.
Or disappeared!
Unicorn trait number two.
-You don't think maybe she really is a-- -No.
Maybe she left on a rainbow.
[Spirit neighs]
[whinnying in distance]
What is it, boy?
[neighs]
[whinnying in distance]
Come on, PALs!
[golden horse grunting]
[Pru] It's the golden horse again!
She needs our help!
Here, mystery horse. We won't hurt you.
[whinnies]
Easy, girl. We're trying to help.
[neighs]
[Lucky] Back up.
We're making her nervous.
[whinnies]
[Spirit nickers]
-[golden horse whinnies] -Wait! Come back!
Yodel-ee, yodel-ee, yodel-ee-hee-hoo!
It's the language of the unicorn. I'm not quite fluent yet.
Keep practicing. You'll get there.
[neighs]
-[nickers] -[sighs] I know, Spirit.
I'm worried about the mystery horse, too.
I wish we'd gotten a closer look at those cuts on her.
-I hope they don't get infected. -[bell dings]
Fancy seeing you here, PALMs!
Near the barn? Where we always are?
Since you're here, let me show you all the goodies I bought for Poods.
You'd never believe just how many different dog brushes there are!
I had to go through at least 12 catalogs before I picked out my top three.
I'm still a little unclear about which brush density to go with.
Here, let me show you. Oh, my!
Pardon you, horse!
Well, aren't you shimmery? Who do we have here?
This horse is much too elegant to be a part of your usual brood.
We're not sure where she came from. She must have followed us back here.
What do you want from me? Are you hungry?
These macarons are for Poods, but I suppose I could spare a few.
Don't you have good taste? For a horse.
These cuts don't look that deep. They should heal just fine.
[nickers]
A-ha!
She's wearing horseshoes.
If the horse is shod, she's not wild. She must belong to someone.
And that someone could be desperately searching for her.
Tomorrow, we'll ask to see if anyone knows about a missing horse.
My dad knows every horse owner in the surrounding area.
-I'll have him ask around, too. -And I'll keep an eye out for pixies.
They ride unicorns.
What on earth are you talking about?
PALMs, it looks like we have a mystery on our hands.
Don't tell me, there's a Boxcar Bonnie just like this.
Boxcar Bonnie and the Case of the Shattered Shell.
But instead of a golden horse, it was a giant tortoise.
It was a rainy day...
Let's split up so we can cover more ground.
[Abigail] So far, we've learned Aunt Cora's baking a peach pie,
and Mrs. Wellesley fancies the color gold.
We'll crack this case in no time!
[golden horse whinnies]
[Pru] Hey!
I've seen moves like that at my competitions. This is a show horse!
Miz McDonnell buys show horses.
Maybe she knows the owner!
Let's go to Silverlode.
[Abigail] You sure about Silverlode? She is gold.
I can't tell you how appreciative I am, Mr. Granger.
If you hadn't asked around the neighboring towns,
I never would have found my favorite horse.
Not a problem. I've lost a few horses a time or two.
So I know the feeling, Mr. Carlisle.
Good news, girls.
This is Mr. Carlisle.
He owns the golden horse.
-Hello. -Hi.
Uh... What a relief. I'll get your horse, Mr. Carlisle.
I bet she can't wait to be reunited with you.
I'm grateful to get her back.
Thanks, little lady.
-Ready to go home, mystery horse? -[nickers]
That's it. Come on, girl.
-Can I do anything for you, Mr. Granger? -[whinnies]
Whoa! [gasps]
Oh, no! Come back!
I'm so sorry! She ran off. We'll help you look for her.
Oh, that's quite all right.
Not the first time that little rascal's slipped through my fingers. No, no.
I'll find her, don't you worry.
We'll keep an eye out for her just the same, Mr. Carlisle.
Why wouldn't he want our help? We know the frontier better than anybody.
I've got a bad feeling about this.
When the mystery horse saw Mr. Carlisle, she ran away from him.
She ran away from us, too.
Because we're strangers to her.
He's supposed to be her owner.
It was almost like she was scared.
My gut tells me he's not her real owner.
And Boxcar Bonnie says to always go with your gut.
Oh, no.
We have to find the unicorn before Mr. Carlisle does!
-[Spirit neighs] -You know where she is, boy?
-[nickers] -Lead the way!
-[whinnies] -Hyah!
[Lucky] There she is!
-Hey, golden girl. -[nickers]
[Maricela] Yoo-hoo, PALMs!
Feast your eyes on my new silk-lined and perfumed basket for Poods!
You know how dogs have that upsetting dog smell?
Well, mine will not.
Oh, hello again.
You like my perfume, do you?
Turo, do you think you could keep an eye on this mystery horse
while we look for her owner?
We can't keep her in the barn because we have to keep her hidden.
No problem, Lucky. Why do we have to keep her hidden?
No, don't tell me. The less I know about what you're up to, the better.
We'll watch her.
Though this will cut into my poodle prep time.
How exactly do you expect us to hide a horse?
[whinnying]
[Turo] This works.
I say we stick to our plan and head to Silverlode to talk to Miz McDonnell.
[gasps] Lucky, look!
Let's get out of here.
[Miz] I'm sorry, girls. I don't know anyone who owns a golden horse.
Though she sounds quite extraordinary.
We think she might be a show horse.
Well, if she is a show horse,
you could try looking her up in each town's registry.
Any towns you'd recommend?
I would try Sawtooth City, Sterling Canyon,
Diamond Gulch, Shady Pines,
Rancho River, maybe Felipe Valley.
I've bought high-quality show horses in those areas.
Thanks, Miz McDonnell.
I wonder if we should stop mentioning that the mystery horse is golden.
We don't want to attract more of the wrong attention.
And we shouldn't mention that she's a unicorn, either.
A lot of leprechauns out there looking to make some coin.
We'll be extra careful when we go to the towns Miz McDonnell suggested.
We're going to all those towns?
Shady Pines is a five-hour ride.
Felipe Valley is even further.
Pru, if you lost Chica Linda,
you would do whatever it takes to find her, right?
And Abigail, you would do anything to find Boomerang, right?
-Definitely. -Of course.
Then we do whatever it takes to protect the mystery horse from Carlisle.
Yes?
Excuse me, madam.
I saw three young ladies leave your place not too long ago.
I was wondering what business you had with them?
None of your business, that's what business.
Did you think I wouldn't remember you?
You visited my place a few years back
and tried to buy a wagon I wasn't looking to sell.
Then, lo and behold, two nights later my prized Arabian goes missing.
Do you know anything about that, Mr. Guthrie?
Or whatever name you're going by these days.
I have no idea what happened to your Arabian, ma'am.
But thank you for your time.
Best of luck.
[whistling tune]
Are you sure this is necessary?
I say this with all the love in my heart, Lucky,
but you're being a smidge paranoid.
Boxcar Bonnie's friend said she was being paranoid
in Boxcar Bonnie and the Rambling Wrangler,
and they were being followed by the wrangler!
[whinnying in distance]
[Maricela] Password, please.
[sighs]
[mutters] Princess Poods.
[Maricela] I'm sorry? Could you repeat the password?
[Pru groans]
I can't!
Princess Poods!
Welcome, PALMs!
-I had Turo give Mystery a bath. -[neighs]
Oh! And for the finishing touch...
[Maricela hums]
[whinnies]
I also polished her horseshoes.
Once you chip the dirt off, you can see the swirly designs.
[Lucky] There's an insignia with the number 33.
[gasps] That might be a clue!
What requires a number?
An address? Or--
A stall number?
I don't know, but three is a lucky number.
And there are three traits for a unicorn.
Excusez-moi. I've seen that design before. Hold on.
Um... Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Saturday night...
Ah! Got it. Sunday.
Here.
[Lucky gasps] It matches the one on Mystery's horseshoe!
Maricela, where did you get this perfume?
Hm. Now, I-I know it came from a gift basket. [chuckles]
Father receives a lot of gifts.
It could be from the Mayor of Emerald Springs,
or Diamond Gulch, or--
-That's it! -[Pru] What's it?
Wait! Lucky!
Diamond Gulch was one of the towns Miz McDonnell mentioned.
That's a solid lead.
-Let's Boxcar bolt out of here! -[Spirit whinnies]
But thank you for your time.
Thank you for a lovely party.
[sighs] I will miss Diamond Gulch dearly.
Even Old Man Edwards and his crowing rooster?
Well, I'll miss ninety-nine percent of Diamond Gulch dearly.
[laughs]
You are a card, Ms. Eliza!
Well, I must be on my way.
I have much to do before I depart for the continent tomorrow.
I can't wait until I'm fancy enough to depart for another continent.
Good afternoon. We're looking for the Mayor of Diamond Gulch.
I am the Mayor of Diamond Gulch.
Mrs. Mayor, we found a horse and thought it might be yours.
[laughs] I don't own a horse.
-Do you by chance own a unicorn? -Excuse me?
Did you send a gift basket to the Mayor of Miradero?
Oh, possibly.
I send a lot of gift baskets.
Gives the administrative relationship that personal touch.
Where did you get this bottle of perfume? It was in the gift basket.
Oh. Why, that's from Eaton's department store.
It's one of my favorite scents.
Thanks, Mrs. Mayor.
If Eaton's sells horse supplies,
we can find out who bought Mystery's shoes.
It beats riding five hours to Shady Pines.
Let's go!
[Maricela humming tune]
-[whinnies] -[giggles]
I had Cook make you some organic pet perfume with herbs and flowers.
Do you prefer lilac, roses,
or something more woodsy, like lavender?
[sniffing]
[whinnies]
Lavender!
Well, aren't we feeling spicy!
[whinnies]
[Maricela humming tune]
[whinnies]
-[nickers] -Oh!
It's a pleasure to meet you, too.
Here's a macaron.
[nickers]
I wish all horses had your class and panache. [sighs]
-[Maricela humming tune] -[Mystery whinnies]
[Lucky] Well, that was a dead end.
Did you see the look on the clerk's face when we asked if Eaton's sells horseshoes?
[as clerk] "This store sells women's apparel,
not horse apparel."
Maybe we can see if there's a blacksmith around here.
-See if the horseshoe came from there? -It's worth a shot.
We're not giving up until we find Mystery's real owner.
-What do you mean, "the real owner"? -Hey!
-[Spirit whinnies] -I am the real owner.
That looks like it hurt.
You need to mind your own business. That horse belongs--
[whinnies]
[grunts]
[whinnies]
This isn't over!
[nickers]
Boxcar Bonnie would be so proud right now!
-Lucky, I think you're in shock. -No!
When Carlisle grabbed me, I saw an imprint of Mystery's horseshoe on his hand.
It's not 33, it's E.E.! We've been looking at the clue all wrong!
What does E.E. stand for?
Every elf!
That's it!
-Really? -Seriously?
Lucky, slow down!
Miz McDonnell said if we had a name we could check the town registry.
E.E. could be the owner's initials.
As Boxcar Bonnie would say,
"This mystery needs some history!"
Let's go check in with the...
Wait a second.
[gasps] PALs! Come here!
Look at this portrait.
-[Abigail] The unicorn! -[Pru] Mystery!
"Eliza Eaton and her golden beauty take first prize."
Eliza Eaton.
Eaton's department store!
Maybe we should go back and talk to the sales clerk.
Eliza...
[gasps] That's it!
[Pru groans]
Lucky!
Lucky, stop saying "that's it" and then running off.
Eliza is the name of the woman we saw leaving the mayor's house.
She's the one they threw the party for.
She said she's leaving for the continent tomorrow,
which means she needs to be on a train tonight.
You two go to the train station, find Mrs. Eaton.
I'll get Mystery and meet you there.
-[Maricela humming tune] -[Mystery whinnies]
-Maricela! -[screams]
We found Mystery's owner.
She's Eliza Eaton of Eaton's department stores.
-Are you positive? -We're pretty sure.
Because if you're not a hundred percent sure,
it wouldn't be completely out of my way to watch Mystery
until you confirm your findings.
We don't have time for that!
We have to get Mystery to the Diamond Gulch Train Station
before Mrs. Eaton leaves.
There's a man trying to steal Mystery!
What? You never tell me anything!
-[whinnies] -Come on, girl.
Then hurry! And make sure this Mrs. Eaton knows Mystery prefers these macarons.
[Mystery nickers]
[whinnies]
Thanks, Maricela.
Well, go on now. I...
I should be getting ready for Poods, anyway.
Come on, girl.
-[Spirit whinnies] -That horse is coming with me.
-[whinnying] -No, she isn't! Hyah, Spirit!
Hyah!
[Spirit whinnies]
[Carlisle grunts]
-Run, Mystery! Get out of here! -[Mystery whinnies]
Come on, boy! Let's go!
[Carlisle] Hyah! Hyah, hyah, hyah!
[Carlisle groans and gasps]
Hey!
[whinnies]
-Out of my way! -Hey! [grunts]
-[Carlisle grunts] -No!
-[Carlisle laughs] -[whinnying]
No! That horse isn't yours!
-Prove it. -[gasps]
[laughs]
-[Miz] Stop right there, Guthrie. -[groans]
Carlisle.
We've had a bounty out on you for a while now, Samuel Hayes.
[deputy] A lot of suspicious activity against you: Poaching, trespassing,
stealing and selling show horses.
-Yeah! Lucky! -Wahoo!
[Mrs. Eaton] Well, I'm moving to live with my son.
I'm not able to care for my horses anymore,
so I had to find them new homes.
But this golden beauty,
she got away before I was able to line up a buyer.
-I looked all over for her. -I had a feeling you were looking for her.
I'm so glad she found us,
and that we found you.
Me too, dear.
Thank you for going out of your way to make sure she was safe.
[Mystery nickers]
We know what it's like when a horse you love goes missing.
[Spirit neighs]
What will you do with your show horse now, Mrs. Eaton?
Well, I suppose I'll need to find her a new home.
But it won't be easy.
She's very particular.
-[bell ringing] -[Maricela panting]
Maricela? What are you doing here?
[Maricela] Mystery.
She took care of your horse today while we were out searching for...
well, you.
You forgot your favorite barrette.
I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving without it.
Turn around, Mystery.
Show off your pretty accessory.
[whinnies]
Oh, you're so very welcome, Mystery.
You've only just met my horse today?
She's quite a delight.
Not like other horses.
She does smell much nicer.
It's the organic pet perfume.
That's her favorite.
In all my years,
I have never seen her respond that quickly to anyone before.
She's very noble.
She doesn't take to just anyone.
[whinnies]
I think we may have found her the perfect noble home.
I like her.
[bell ringing]
Maricela, do you think Mystery will get along with Poods?
Well, I suppose Mother and Father won't let me have both a dog and a horse.
Luckily, I went with cathedral ceilings for the dog um...
horse château, so the height won't be an issue.
But other adjustments will have to be made.
[Abigail gasps]
Don't worry, Mystery Unicorn, your secret's safe with me.
Yodel-ee-hee-hoo!
[neighs]
She knows what I said.
[laughter]
[Maricela] Oh, stop!
♪ You're gonna hear me above the crowd ♪
♪ Confident and loud ♪
♪ I'm unstoppable now ♪
♪ You're gonna see me light up the sky ♪
♪ Just like dynamite ♪
♪ I'm unstoppable now ♪
♪ I'm unstoppable ♪