[mysterious theme music plays]
[horse whinnying]
[rocks crumbling]
[struggling]
Brooklyn, you okay?
Oh, yeah, living my best life.
-[rock falling]
-Aah!
Ah! There's someone up there.
He's going to let us fall!
He wouldn't do that.
Hey, you wouldn't do that,
would you?
What do you think?
[both] Cassidy?
Who were you expecting?
Harry Styles?
Hold on a second.
Tell me she didn't
just say, "Hold on."
Brooklyn, my hand!
You can do this, Malibu.
[straining]
I'm slipping!
[yelping]
-[grunting]
-[branch cracking]
Oh, no...
If this is it,
I just want to tell you--
Oh!
What? What did you
want to tell--
Ooh!
Hang on tight!
H'yah!
[grunting]
[panting] I thought...
that would be easier.
[panting]
Especially with
all the planks we do, girl.
Oh...
Whew!
Unh!
Thank you, Cassidy!
You totally saved us!
We thought we were done for.
We also thought
you were Denholm.
Denholm?
He's been after us all day.
We think he helped steal Pepper.
[horse whinnying]
[snorting and blowing]
Aw, Tornado...
You just miss Pepper, don't you?
Don't worry.
We'll help you find her.
[horses whinnying]
-[horses snorting]
-[Brooklyn chuckling]
Aw...
You sure
he was trying to steal Tornado?
He seems pretty harmless.
Oh, no, he is very much
full of harm.
You need to arrest him
as soon as we get back.
At the very least, take him
down to Scotland Yard
for questioning.
You wouldn't mind
if I went on ahead, would you?
I need to get my reports
back to the department.
All good. See you later?
Absolutely.
H'yah!
[horse whinnying]
Do you think we could
take it up maybe to a trot?
I don't know.
What do you think, Tornado?
It's not like she underst--
[whinnying]
[gasping] Brooklyn!
You're some kind of
secret horse whisperer?
Now what?
Ugh, we take a long, hot shower.
And then immediately
tell Lady Carson.
She thinks we stole Pepper.
We need to let her know
she hired a horse-napper,
and clear our names.
[whinnying]
You gonna be okay, girl?
Shall we take our shortcut?
Uh...
you don't think
he's in there, do you?
Denholm?
He's got to know
we're on to him.
He wouldn't be caught dead
around here.
Hmm...
"Hmm"?
Like in, "Hmm, do you remember
how to get back?"
There are, like,
a million different tunnels,
and they all look the same.
Are you telling me we're lost?
No?
Are you
we're lost?
Yes?
Mm... yeah, this is the one.
Are you sure?
I mean, like, sure.
Uh...
Malibu, wait up!
[adventure theme plays]
[horse whinnying]
-Aah!
-Whaa!
[sighing]
Hmm, I think it's time
that we give ourselves up.
Ha-ha... weren't you
the one worried
about being locked up
in the Tower of London?
Technically, the Tower's more of
a tourist destination these days
than penitentiary.
We haven't done anything.
What could they possibly
do to us?
Nothin'. You with me?
I'm with you.
But if we do get stuck
in the Tower of London,
I want a cell with a view.
Well, this is simply
unacceptable,
and I won't stand for it!
I'm sorry, ma'am,
but at this point,
there's very little we can do.
That's our cue, Malibu.
We formally wish to surrender.
We throw ourselves on
the mercy of the British courts.
And it's rare
these cases ever get solved.
Isn't that your job?
Uh, excuse us, hi!
Did you hear what we said?
Brooklyn and I are surrendering,
and we need a good lawyer.
Actually, Miss,
we call lawyers "solicitors"
in this country.
Or sometimes "barristers."
[chuckling]
Well, technically,
a barrister is a trial lawyer,
but they're requesting
initial legal representation,
in which case,
they'll need a solicitor.
[sighing] You have been cleared.
You are no longer a...
what did you call it?
"Person of Interest," ma'am.
Some of us
never found them interesting
in the first place.
What they have failed to do
is find my dear Pepper,
or the Diamond Saddle.
Well, "fail" is a bit harsh,
ma'am, don't you think?
Have you found either of them,
or is "found" too harsh a word?
We prefer the word "un-lost,"
but technically, no.
And do you have any leads?
At the moment, we do not.
This is who we hired to get
to the bottom of the case?
[sobbing]
You still have me, Mother.
Of course, yes.
Agent Cassidy seemed confident
that she had some leads.
Agent Cassidy, ma'am?
On a secret mission, remember?
[laughing nervously] Never mind.
Don't worry, Lady Carson.
We'll help find Pepper.
A couple of teenagers
from across the pond
will solve the case? [laughing]
With what resources?
A little something
called our brains.
Oh, bless your hearts, dears.
I have no doubt
you will definitely do, uh...
something.
Well, it looks like
you won't be needing us
anymore then, Lady Carson.
Yeah, now that you have
the American teen sensations
on the case.
[laughing]
And at least you have
the insurance on the horse.
Yes, dear, there is always that.
Our minds were blown.
Lady Carson had insured Pepper.
And suddenly focused
the spotlight of suspicion
on Lady Carson.
With her prized horse stolen,
she could collect
the insurance money
all to herself.
I mean, who insures a horse?
Uh, not to "actually" you,
but almost all show horses
are insured.
It's standard practice
in the highly competitive
and lucrative
equine competition world.
-Wait, is that true?
-Mm-hmm.
Still, Lady Carson was now
officially a person of interest.
♪ Dun-dun-dun! ♪
[regal theme plays]
I can't believe
we're almost there.
Ma'am, how much longer?
[taxi driver] About six hours.
Seven, tops.
Eight if there's traffic.
See, Marcus? Seven, tops!
I'm gonna starve by then.
Aunt V's gonna have
so much grub at her house.
British cuisine is like
the best food you've ever had.
She's gonna have those scones
for us, though, right?
So many scones,
you'll be sick of them.
At this point, I just feel like
we have to reevaluate everyone.
There are still a lot
of potential suspects here.
-Denholm?
-[Malibu] Pretty sketchy.
Still think he's our guy.
[Brooklyn] And Morgan?
[Malibu] Something's still
not quite right about that fall.
-Lady Puddington?
-Shady.
A nominee for worst neighbor
of the year, maybe,
but is she the thieving type?
[Brooklyn] Ugh, and these two?
Dietrich and Giovanni.
Yeah.
We don't know much
about either of them, do we?
But Dietrich is the head
of the Royal Equine Society,
and Giovanni
loves expensive things.
Horses, diamonds...
maybe not suspicious,
but definitely
suspicious-adjacent.
[Brooklyn] And Lady Carson?
I didn't think
she was a suspect,
but the insurance money
does give her a clear motive.
Want to put a pin in that?
Hmm, anything's possible,
I guess.
So now what?
Cassidy mentioned
the security footage
in Lady Carson's office.
Maybe there's
some answers in there.
But the footage
was wiped, remember?
The footage of the theft
was wiped,
but what about anything
before Pepper was taken?
We can look at that!
And we're off to the races!
Pun intended?
[chuckling] Always.
[spy theme plays]
Cassidy was right.
The footage from the moment
Pepper was taken is gone.
Brooklyn, look!
This was from
Morgan's fall.
Hold up, did she
just loosen the strap
after I fixed it for her?
What exactly is going on here?
It's Dietrich Blutbergmann,
and this is from
during the gala.
Ha!
Man, that's a really
fun name to say.
Blutbergmann...
Blutbergmann!
[Malibu] I thought we ruled
Lady Puddington
out yesterday, but...
[Brooklyn] She doesn't exactly
exude innocence, does she?
[Malibu] Neither does
Herr Blutbergmann.
Huh, that is fun to say.
[laughing] Right?
[Malibu] Mr. Binatchi
looks overly animated.
-Is there sound?
-Comin' up.
[Giovanni]
...no, no, no, no, no!
You need to get me
to Venice immediately!
That is why you buy me
a jet, huh?
What's in Venice?
Seriously!
What the heck was that?
How do they even
know each other?
I don't know. Why didn't
Cassidy say anything?
Wait, when was this?
[Brooklyn] This is... now.
Cassidy is horse-napping
Tornado right now!
How's the leg feeling, dear?
A bit better, thank you.
You have to rest it.
Don't want
to make the injury worse.
[kissing]
[distant shouting]
Tornado! Ah! Tornado!
[both shouting] Hey! Wait!
Someone! Help!
Something's wrong!
Mother?
[grunting]
Wait!
Mom!
[sighing]
[Malibu] Cassidy, stop!
[Brooklyn] Let Tornado go.
[whinnying]
Stop!
Brooklyn, this way!
Stop!
[brakes screeching]
There's no way out, Cassidy.
You might as well give up.
What's she doing?
Maybe she didn't hear you say
there was no way out.
[Malibu] She's heading
toward the arena!
[Brooklyn] Stop!
Malibu, the gate!
She's trapped.
There's no way out!
You might want to stop
using that phrase.
You don't have
to do this, Cassidy.
Think of Tornado.
She is not--
She totally is.
[tires squealing]
[breathing hard]
Uh, what do we do now?
[horn beeping "Rule, Britannia"]
Get in!
Let's ride!
[tires squealing]
Oopsie!
-[girls gasping]
-Oops!
I haven't driven since 1987!
[yelping]
Whoa!
Lady Carson, you're on
the wrong side of the road!
Oh, dear, my mistake.
No! You were
on the right side before.
-I was?
-[Malibu] She wasn't.
She was on the left side.
[Brooklyn] They drive
on the left side here,
not the right.
How do you not know this?
Usually I'm the drivee,
not the driver.
[truck horn blaring]
[screaming]
Whoa!
Look! The van!
[horn blaring]
[tires squealing]
Whoa! That was close.
Lady Carson?
It's all over!
-[sobbing]
-What is?
The competition!
Carson Stables!
Everything! [sobbing]
It'll be okay.
It won't!
First, Pepper and the saddle.
Now, Tornado!
Now we have approximately
a zero percent chance
of winning on Saturday,
and without that purse,
we will lose the stables!
The estate!
Heavens,
how will I face my girl?
What about the insurance?
There was no insurance.
That was a lie.
I mean, who insures a horse?
[together] No motive!
Lady Carson,
we're going to help you
get Pepper back.
And Tornado.
And the Diamond Saddle.
And save Carson Estates!
Really?
I mean, I believe you, but how?
We can start
by following Cassidy.
There she is!
[adventure theme plays]
[tires squealing]
We've got her!
-[tires squealing]
-Ha-ha!
What's she doing
at the train station?
I'll give you two guesses.
You know, not every situation
calls for sarcasm.
Good luck, Barbie and Barbie!
You're not coming in?
I will endeavor to park the car.
[tires squealing]
-[smashing]
-Ooh!
[Lady Carson]
Oh! I'm doing it! I'm parking!
-[car accelerating]
-[Lady Carson laughing]
-[crashing]
-[cat meowing]
[Malibu] There she is!
So sorry.
Ooh, nice coat.
On your left.
-Excuse me!
Pardon me!
Watch out!
Uh! Ooh, apologies!
Uh, excuse me!
She must already be inside.
[announcer]
on platform ten.
Now, I know
what you're thinking.
This seems impulsive, dangerous,
definitely reckless...
Or maybe not?
Well, we have
to stop Cassidy, right?
And what better way
to see the countryside
than a train ride
as we catch a horse-napper.
[chuckling]
Just like in the brochure.
Brochure? What are we, 65?
[train horn blowing]
Our best strategy
is probably to split up
and cover more ground.
I'll find Tornado.
I'm on Cassidy.
Quiet!
-Got you!
-[gasping]
Oh, I am so sorry.
You look just like--
Shh! Shh!
[whispering] I'm so sorry.
[door opening]
Don't worry, Tornado.
You're safe now.
What do you think you're doing?
I just need to open this door.
That's the animal car.
I know, it's just that--
It's for animals only.
Yes, I know
what an animal car is, but I--
Ticket, please.
Uh...
I don't speak British?
Come with me.
You don't understand.
My horse is in there!
I mean, not my horse, but wait!
Aunt V is gonna freak out
when she sees us.
I can almost taste those scones.
May I help you?
I'm Ken.
Cousin Ken, from California.
[Morgan] Ken? You're here!
[gasping with effort]
Dear cousin,
whatever are you doing here?
It's been positively forever.
And who's this?
I'm Marcus.
Also from California.
Are the Barbies here?
Oh... them.
You just missed them.
They went out
for a drive with Mother.
A drive? Wait, what?
I was told there'd be scones?
Is that so? Well, come on, then.
I'll take you to the kitchen.
[grunting]
Okay.
[suspenseful music plays]
[inhaling deeply]
Ticket, please.
-Excuse me?
-Ticket?
Well, it's an interesting story.
We're actually
trying to rescue a stolen horse
and catch the person
who stole her,
and we inadvertently
boarded the train
with the full intention--
I've already stopped listening.
Let's go.
But--
Hey, she got you, too.
Mm-hmm, sure did.
Wouldn't even listen
to my explanation.
I pretended
that I didn't speak British.
And how'd that work?
Not so good.
[train horn blaring]
How long have we
been standing here?
One hour? Two hours?
Seven-and-a-half minutes.
-What?
-Excuse me, ma'am,
is there any way we can
get out of Dining Car jail?
Oh, yes, of course.
You may purchase
a full-price ticket.
That seems reasonable.
Why didn't you say so
in the first place?
That will be 120 pounds.
-Pardon me?
-Say what, now?
That's the fare.
Certainly doesn't seem
very fair.
How does anybody afford to take
the train in this country?
It's a very reasonable price
for economy class
to Venice, Italy.
[both] Italy?!
[mysterious theme music plays]