[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]
I'll take my dad to Tenderfoot River, then a ride to the lighthouse. [sighs]
I can't wait to show my dad my memory book and tell him about our adventures.
What do you think?
Looks great, Lucky.
Did you have to include Boomerang eating my meatloaf?
You look really mad there.
Well, I was hungry.
-That horse had his own oats. -[Bebe scoffs] What happened in here?
I spent all morning tidying up.
I'll have to clean this whole room before Family Weekend.
Don't worry, Bebe. I'll clean it up.
Your version of cleaning will never pass the Schumann Military Inspection.
The what?
My father likes to ensure my living quarters are ship-shape,
schoolwork is impeccable, and my...
Why am I wasting time explaining this?
[both laugh]
[sighs] That was a hard wrangler shift.
[sighs]
I had to track down a Colt who was whistling too loudly.
Normally I'm pro-whistling, but we can't have that racket going on after curfew.
Way to lay down the law, Abigail.
-You make that vest proud. -No, Lucky.
This vest makes me proud.
[brakes squeaking]
-They're here! -Yay!
I can't wait to see my dad.
[Maricela] Yoo-hoo!
PALMs!
Maricela?
Your "M" has arrived.
I heard it was Family Weekend at your little horse school.
But you're not family. [chuckles]
We're more than family.
We're the PALMs!
Besides, Mystery and I needed a change of scenery.
The PALM separation has given her a bit of the blues,
so I thought it was time for a reunion.
[horses neighing]
[neighing continues]
[Lucky] Spirit does look happy to see Mystery.
[Maricela] Come, Mystery. We'll make ourselves at home.
[Spirit nickers]
-Dumpling! -Our baby girl!
Oh, Pru! Sweetie!
Come on, I have so much to show you.
Let me squish those cheeks. [gasps]
Look at your adorable little vest!
Uh, it's not adorable, Ma.
When I wear the canary yellow, I command respect.
Hiya, sis!
[gasps] Snips! My vest!
Oops! Sorry.
Wait. No, I'm not.
[sniffs] Because now you get to smell like cake the whole day.
You're welcome.
Ma, I thought Snips was staying in Miradero with Aunt Cora.
Your brother was pleased as punch at the thought of seeing your new school.
It wouldn't have been nice to leave him behind.
I'll say. That's the oppo-sat of nice.
It's plain rude!
See what you'd be missing?
[Spirit nickers]
-Dad! -[Spirit whinnies]
Oh, sweet pea!
-[Lucky] I've missed you. -Spirit!
How's everyone back in Miradero?
Everyone misses you. They're sorry they couldn't make it.
Oh! The funniest thing happened on the train ride.
I ran into my best pal from college.
Lucky, this is Command Sergeant Major Schumann.
Hello.
It's nice to meet... Did you say "Schumann"?
Dad!
Bebe.
This is my old friend, Jim Prescott.
Turns out our dads are friends from college.
Fun coincidence, huh?
Hey, here's an idea - we can attend all the festivities together.
Hm. Sounds like a plan.
Well, Dad likes to do our room check first,
make sure everything's ship-shape.
It will be fun to tour the school with the Prescotts.
Did you say "fun"?
This is perfect.
Four good friends enjoying the weekend together.
Dad, I-I don't know about this plan.
Bebe and I aren't exactly good friends.
-We're best friends! -[Schumann] Roger that.
Hey, Jim, last one to campus is a bucket of cold beans!
[both panting]
"Best friends"?
We don't even like standing next to each other.
Why did you lie?
Because my dad's smiling.
He never smiles.
If spending time with his old buddy makes him this happy,
then we are best friends.
[Jim and Schumann laughing]
It will just be for the Welcome Assembly, OK?
Fine, just the assembly.
Welcome to Palomino Bluffs, mums, dads, siblings, grand-nanas... [continues]
Well, that's my girl. Look at her up there.
-I'm so proud. -[Perkins] ...grand-pappies.
That just about covers it.
I'm sure you're excited to see what your little Foals, Yearlings, Colts...
-[Pru] Over there is the dressage arena. -Shh.
[Perkins] ...so there will be plenty to see.
And like every year,
the weekend will close with the traditional,
and may I add enchanting,
Palomino Bluffs Family Wagon...
I ain't afraid of no bug!
[Perkins] ...featuring wagons designed by you.
-Oh, dear! -Snips, stop!
Whoa! Oof!
[onlookers gasp]
-[grunts] -[bee buzzing]
Almost lost my noodle there.
OK, families, enjoy the weekend.
[Chica Linda neighs]
[snorts]
[Pru] Hyah!
Good girl. Come on.
Whoo! That's my girl!
-Sweetie! Amazing! -[Al laughs]
That's the high-double.
Chica Linda and I have been practicing it... well, seems like forever.
Well, it looks like you got it.
-[neighs] -[Pru laughs]
-[Bebe] This way, Sarge. -[Jim and Schumann chattering]
-[Lucky] Hey! -[Spirit neighs]
Whoa! Easy, boy! Easy, boy!
[Schumann] That's my sweet boy.
Bebe named him after me.
Who's Spirit named after?
I didn't know Bebe's horse was named "Gas-bag."
[gasps]
[grunts] Let's go!
[Jim] I don't think so, sir.
[both grunt and laugh]
Whoa! Hey! Watch it.
Good one, Jim. [laughs]
That's the stuff!
-[chuckles] Oh, that all you got? -Hey, Dad, let's get lunch.
Just the two of us.
You Schumanns probably have a full schedule.
Nope, schedule's completely empty, just like our stomachs.
To the mess hall, on the double, everyone. Let's go, go, go!
[laughs] Whoo-hoo!
[sighs]
[Schumann] Let's go!
[Mystery sniffing]
[gasps] Maricela, horses eat in the Feed Bag.
Mystery hasn't had a bite in days. Wherever she eats is fine.
[Mystery sniffing]
[Maricela] Oh! Look how the rosy glow has returned to her cheeks.
[neighs]
Visiting your little horse school was the best idea I've ever had.
Aw. She does look full of glow.
[Jim and Schumann laugh]
At Bebe's last school, she was on the advanced track.
She started reading at four and never looked back.
Lucky, maybe Bebe can help you with your studies.
Lucky's good at a lot of things, but, like her dad,
studying isn't her strong suit.
[laughs]
And maybe I can help Bebe with her racing... since I always beat her.
-[Bebe grunts] -Is that so, Bebe?
It sure is.
Right, best friend?
Dad, let's go for a ride to the cliffs now.
See you Schumanns later.
So, Bebe, tell me about these races you lost.
Maybe we can analyze what went wrong.
[Lucky and Jim laughing]
[Lucky sighs]
Then Jack challenged me to a race on the dunes but--
-Jim! -Hey, Lucky!
Bebe suggested we see the cliffs, too.
We knew we'd catch up with you two slowpokes.
Those sound like fighting words to me.
Last one to the cliffs is day-old corned beef!
[Sarge and Spirit nicker]
[sighs] Easy, Spirit.
Bebe, it's Family Weekend,
not "Schumann Weekend."
After this, we're splitting up.
Hey, Dad, Mr. Prescott,
Lucky thinks we should meet up for the pancake breakfast
and then build wagons tomorrow.
Great idea, Lucky.
-Hyah! Come on, Chica Linda, let's go. -[nickers]
Good girl.
This way. Come on.
Pru, honey, we've seen six dressage classes.
That's a lot, considering it's just your hobby.
It was just a hobby, until we had to choose a field of study.
Then Abigail picked veterinary medicine,
Lucky chose racing, and I chose dressage.
[neighs]
Remember how excited you were about attending Palomino Bluffs?
We were excited, too, because we thought you'd be learning ranch management.
So I can take over running the ranch.
That's right, honey.
I mean, that was the idea, but--
Wheels up, Señor Wagon!
Excuse me, Pru, Mr. and Mrs. Pru. Uh...
[Abigail] Snips! That wagon is for the parade!
-[Snips] Faster! -Look out for that trough!
[clattering]
[Abigail] My vest!
She's going into medicine?
[ringing]
[munching and slurping]
Ha! And that's how you eat pancakes!
Aw!
Next time, old man.
Oh, next time's gonna be sooner than you think,
because Bebe and I are gonna school you two at wagon building.
Yeah, Dad. We're gonna cream them.
[both] Charge, Sarge!
[laughter]
-How's that breakfast, Bebe? -What do you say, Lucky?
Prescott versus Schumann?
Sure. Whatever.
Everything OK, sweet pea?
I was hoping we could spend some time together.
Alone.
Well, Sarge and I race the grounds every day.
Good, good.
-We know the campus better than anyone. -Attagirl.
I still want to show you my memory book.
[sighs]
You're right.
It's not "College Buddy Weekend,"
it's Family Weekend.
Thanks for telling your old dad how he messed up.
Let's see if I can make it right.
[clears throat] Hey, Schumann.
We're gonna sit this one out.
Lucky and I want to spend some time together.
-[Bebe stammers] -Oh. All right.
But we're having so much fun!
-Are you afraid of a little competit-- -Bye!
After I show you my memory book, we could ride to the lighthouse. Oh! Oh!
Then I can show you the racetrack.
-[neighs] -[Lucky gasps] Wait.
I forgot to grab a pancake for Spirit.
I promised him. I'll be right back.
We should head over to the Quad.
Wagon building starts soon.
We never did that room check. Let's make sure everything's ship-shape.
We can examine your schedule, meet your teachers,
make sure you're on the right track.
Oh, I thought...
Of course, Dad. Room check sounds like a plan.
-I thought you wanted to build wagons? -What do you care?
[sighs] Come on, Bebe, spill it.
Fake best friends tell each other everything.
Sergeant Schumann expects me to be the best Bebe I can be.
My dad makes sure I do the right things, too.
Not like my dad.
He doesn't just like to make sure my living quarters are ship-shape,
he checks to make sure my whole life is.
It was fine when I was little,
but I'm old enough to figure some things out on my own.
[sighs] It was just so different with you and your dad.
So much... fun.
You should tell him how you feel. I'm sure he'd understand.
He's a sergeant. I don't talk back to my superiors.
You ready?
Actually, I can show you my memory book later.
That wagon building does sound pretty fun.
And I'd hate to miss the chance to beat those Schumanns.
-Are you sure? -Positive.
[Jim] Hey, Schumann, grab a hammer and some nails.
Come on, Dad! We can win this.
OK. [laughs]
[Sahir] Come on, boy!
-Yeah! Wahoo! -Wow! Look at them go!
Well, it ain't rodeo, but it is something.
That's Sahir and Priya Kapoor,
dressage champions.
They perform dressage around the world.
See, it's more than just a hobby.
Priya, Sahir, these are my parents.
Fantastic jumping there, kids.
You really have the "wow" factor down.
Why, thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
Tell them about championships you've won.
Just a few months ago we won the Paris Exhibition,
and before that, the World Exposition in Scotland.
All that traveling is not disruptive?
Oh, no, we adore it!
Our parents homeschooled us so we could keep up with our studies.
Then when do you children go home?
Home is wherever we are.
Right now, it's Palomino Bluffs.
Tomorrow, who knows?
Could be Egypt or Australia.
Ooh! Or Milan! Fingers crossed!
We'll let you get back to practice. They have a competition coming up.
No, we don't.
-[hammers banging] -[Schumann] Whoo!
-Come on, Prescott, let's do this! -[Bebe] Wahoo!
Whoo!
[Bebe] Whoo! That's right, Dad! Show them how it's done!
-Go, Dad! -Go, Dad!
[both laugh then gasp]
[both] Tie?
Double or nothing.
Let's race these contraptions up there.
[Lucky] Eagle Mountain?
Yeah, Eagle Mountain.
-You're going down, old-timer. -Old?
You're the one who's gone soft,
riding that train across the frontier all day.
[both laugh]
Bebe, didn't you say there were trees chopped down on Eagle Mountain?
I'm sure the path is clear by now.
Abigail, can't we do something else? You've been wrangling stables forever.
What about mud pies? Or mud castles?
-Or mud-- -Snips, I'm busy.
...mud-- [gasps]
Snips!
[groans] Why do you always have to bother me?
You can't stop getting into trouble for one minute.
Why did you even come here?
Guess I can clean that up, too.
There you are, dumpling.
Ooh! Why the sour cheeks?
It's Snips.
He keeps getting into trouble wherever he goes.
Why didn't he just stay in Miradero?
I know your brother can be a bit of a rascal sometimes,
but after you left, he put a picture of you by his bed.
He talks to it every night. [chuckles] Quite loudly, in fact.
He tells Picture Abigail everything:
How his day went, what he did with Señor Carrots, who bothered him at school,
what Mary Pat put in his hair.
-[George] Where he hid his father's boots. -He does?
He misses you, dumpling.
[seagull squawks]
-Gotcha! -[gasps]
[laughs]
[sniffles and sighs]
You don't like me no more,
because I messed up all your stable wrangling.
That's why I'm gonna live behind this rock now.
I'm sorry I yelled at you, Snips.
You don't have to live behind a rock.
Hey, how would you like a special task?
Does it involve mud?
Or pie?
-[laughs] -[both] Mm.
Oops! Sorry.
[both laugh]
[Jim and Schumann grunting]
All right!
Looking good.
-Ha-ha! -All right!
-[Bebe laughs] -[Schumann] Whoo!
[Bebe] Ready, set,
go!
-[Schumann] Hyah! -[girls cheering]
-How you doing? Keep up, Prescott! -No, no, no! [laughs]
Here I come, Schumann!
I was born to do this!
[Schumann] Whoo!
[Jim] Whoa! Whoa!
Schumann for the win!
[grunts]
Oh, shoot.
[grunting]
[laughs] Whoa!
-Dad! -Oh, no!
[screams]
-Oh, no! Schumann! -Let's go!
[Bebe] The ridge, it's a steep drop on the other side.
[Lucky] Bebe, rope. Get the front wheels. I'll get the back.
[Bebe] Charge, Sarge!
[grunting] Come on! Come on!
[Lucky] Hyah! Come on, boy!
[Schumann] Whoa!
[grunts and screams]
[Schumann screams]
[grunts]
[skull clatters]
[Schumann panting]
-[Bebe] Dad! -[sighs]
-[Bebe gasps] -[Schumann sighs]
Schumann, are you OK?
Yeah. Yeah, that was a... that was a close one.
This is my fault.
I knew trees were chopped down up here.
Oh, Bebe, you knew about this?
And you didn't think to 86 our race?
Sergeant Schumann, Bebe wanted to say something but...
but she didn't know how.
You didn't know how to tell your dad about some fallen trees?
You really wanted to race and I didn't want to stop your fun.
I didn't know how to tell you the truth.
You're not the easiest person to talk to.
Well, I didn't realize I was so difficult.
You know what, Dad? It's OK.
-Let's just go to the parade-- -Bebe, no.
Tell him what you told me about the "ship-shape" stuff.
Dad, I don't need you to check my room anymore,
or my schedule.
We'll give you two a moment. Come on, Lucky.
So, how about we go see that memory book now?
[gasps] I can't wait to show you what we've been doing.
And also, I only became Canter House Rep because Lucky bowed out of the race.
And that time I said I got the highest grade in math class...
[sighs] ...it was the second-highest.
Oh, Bebe.
OK, it was the third-highest.
[sighs]
I'm sorry, Bebe.
It shouldn't take falling off a mountain for me to realize
we need more quality time together,
not just Schumann Military Inspections.
Hey, come on.
Let's go show off our creation in that wagon parade.
Well... [chuckles]
-[Bebe laughs] -...there it is.
You families certainly are stepping up your game this year.
Here's Ursula Lin Yang and her mother Judy with their beautiful cherry-covered wagon,
led by their horse, Bing Cherry.
[chuckles] Well, they certainly stuck to a theme, now, didn't they?
Y'all better listen to stable-wrangler Abigail.
When she tells you to line up, you line up.
She won't be made a fool.
[Perkins] Next up is a wagon built by Bebe Schumann and her father,
that represents...
Well, I'm not quite sure what it represents, actually.
[laughter]
This is the Canter House Social.
Looks like a good time.
It was... until the cliffs caught fire and almost burned down the school.
-And here's Otis the otter. -Now, he's a cutie.
Abigail got herself caught out in a storm
and nearly drowned trying to reunite him with his family.
[chuckles] Looks like nothing's changed.
[girl giggling]
[camera whirs]
Can't believe the weekend's over.
[grunts] I'm gonna miss you, sweet pea.
[laughter]
Oh, hey, the uh...
The sheet on every bed corner should be at a 40-degree angle.
Don't try to fool me.
It's a 45-degree angle, Dad.
[both laugh]
I'll miss the power of the canary yellow, sis.
Here you go.
Keep it. We need a stable-wrangler-in-training.
[gasps]
Don't worry, I'll use the long arm of the law to clean up Miradero.
We'll see you soon, honey.
Remember what we agreed on, now.
[Pru] I will.
Careful. I have many fragile perfumes that can't be jostled.
Pru, what happened with your parents?
I've come to a decision.
I've always told my parents I would come home to run the ranch,
and that's what I'll do.
After I become a dressage champion.
[chuckles] I just have to figure out how to tell them.
No tears now, PALMs.
We must keep a stiff upper lip.
-See you. -Bye, Maricela.
You are so brave.
[Spirit and Mystery neighing]
[Lucky] Maricela, you said Mystery's been happier since she's been here.
Do you think maybe it's because she has a crush on Spirit?
Why, Mystery does not have crushes,
she is crushed on.
PALMs, I don't think this is a crush.
I think it might be...
love.
-[horses nickering] -Aw! They're so cute together!
I cannot pretend to understand this mismatched love,
but this is a blossoming romance we must let bloom.
[Abigail] What do you mean, Maricela?
Oh, I can't return to Miradero and separate the lovebirds.
[neighs]
After all, the heart wants what the heart wants.
[scoffs] What? No.
Mystery can stay.
She'd be fine with us.
I'm not leaving mon chéri Mystery with you.
[train whistle bellows]
Looks like we've got ourselves a Maricela-in-law.
[horses nickering]