[mysterious theme music plays]
[horse whinnying]
[Malibu] We did it!
We did it.
[sighing]
Where is everyone else?
Ken, you must tell me.
How is your father?
Dad's good. Could be more
lenient with my curfew,
but, you know, he's good.
Marcus, be a dear
and fetch a pillow for my leg.
Oh, yeah. Sure.
A satin one, preferably.
He's such a gentleman.
I heard you're into
hardcore parkour?
Oh, well, only when being chased
down shadowy Venetian alleyways.
[giggling] Me too.
[train horn blowing]
Hey, has anyone seen
Malibu and Brooklyn?
Let me see where Ken is.
Malibu!
Buongiorno. Como state?
Barbie! Other Barbie?
[chuckling] Oh,
pleasure to see you again.
Giovanni?
What are you doing here?
Did either of you perchance
see my saddle?
It's covered in diamonds. No?
Gino and Marco
seem to have misplaced it again.
Eh, no matter.
I'm a bit more interested
in my, uh, other prize anyway.
[chortling triumphantly]
Have a lovely trip!
-We should--
-Exactly.
[phone notification chimes]
Ken says
they're in passenger car 1959.
"Need backup.
We're in the animal car."
[phone notification chimes]
Brooklyn and Malibu
are headed to the animal car.
"Need backup"!
Uh, Ken? Where are you going?
To be backup.
[nickering softly]
Stay away from Pepper!
[Pepper blows and whinnies]
Hmm, I don't see it.
Do you see it?
[biting]
See what exactly?
Eh, Dietrich let me know that
Pepper is incredibly special
and of ancient lineage,
and, you know, one of a kind.
You know,
blah, blah, blah, blah,
but she just looks like
ordinary horse, no?
Then why'd you steal her
in the first place?
Ah-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba.
"Steal" is such a messy word,
but if you should know,
I "stole" her
to acquire the diamond saddle,
but there was a, uh,
bit of a miscommunication.
We said we're sorry, boss.
How many times
are you going to bring it up?
But... it doesn't matter.
It's my horse.
-[Pepper blowing]
-She's not your horse!
-[sharp kicking]
-Ah! What the--?
[goat bleating]
Stupida capra.
How, how do you say in English?
"Goat"?
-Grazie.
-[goat bleating]
Stupid goat!
The receipt
from the Venice auction?
That's not fair.
They auctioned a stolen horse.
Oh, tell it to the horse police.
-Hmm?
-[mumbling] I dunno.
[chicken squawking]
It might be a regional thing.
You know, you had your
opportunity, but I beat you.
You lost. [giggling]
What are you all doing in here?
You two...
Oh, hi! [chuckling awkwardly]
Great to see you again.
No need to arrest us.
We bought tickets this time.
This car is for animals only.
Don't worry, Pepper.
We'll be back, we promise.
What happened to our backup?
[tapping into phone]
"We're headed to first class."
[train horn blasting]
Ah, here we are.
Gino, Marco, you're here.
This is so not over.
Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me.
Caviar, Mr. Binatchi.
Yes, please.
No caviar for you.
Aw!
This is so not over.
Enjoy your less luxurious
accommodations.
[tapping into phone]
"I am in first class.
Where are you?"
I do not see either of them.
[Lady Puddington]
Ugh! First class?
More like worst class!
Where are the private cabins?
The truffle-fed lobster?
The lobster-fed truffles?
Georgina?
Violet?!
And someone
I've never seen before.
What are you doing here?
In first class, I mean.
Do they not
check tickets anymore?
Not now, Georgina.
Can't you see we have something
more important to attend to?
What?
Ken, I don't think
the Barbies are in here.
[tapping into phone]
"Where are you?"
What is more important than me?
Violet? Violet!
Oh, these are so good.
I don't know why they don't
serve chip butties back home.
I mean, French fries
in sandwich form?
What's not to like?
[phone notification chimes]
[tapping into phone]
"How could you
have just gone through
the dining car?
We're here now."
It's like they're on
a different train.
[gasping]
Excuse me, ma'am?
Two more chip butties,
coming right up.
Oh, yes. Uh, no!
I mean, maybe later.
How many trains leave Venice
for Worcestershire?
Just this one at 11:05 a.m.
Well, there goes that theory.
Oh, and of course,
the Express at 11:09 a.m.
They're on the wrong train!
Ma'am, we will take
two more chip butties.
-[notifications chiming]
-Aah!
Shh!
[yawning]
Barbie and Barbie
are on another train.
Pepper's on their train, too.
Oh, that is great news.
But so is Giovanni...
and his henchmen.
That is not as good.
Better with them than with us.
-[everyone] Morgan!
-What?
Shh!
Is anyone going to tell me
what's happening?
-Oh, come on.
-Shh!
Oh, go shush yourself!
[growling]
Well, I never.
[announcement chiming]
Thirty minutes
until Zurich station.
Zurich is our next stop.
We had 12 hours before
we arrived back in England,
but only 30 minutes until
Giovanni's next opportunity
to steal Pepper away from us.
With unlimited resources
and a two-henchmen advantage,
we were drastically outnumbered.
There was only gonna be one way
to beat him... to hit him hard--
And hit him often, and keep him
distracted, and on his heels.
And with the rest of Team Pepper
on an entirely different train,
we only had ourselves
to rely on.
You got a plan?
Always. It's pretty risky.
You know I only got a "B"
in Risk Management class.
What?
What is it?
You're in on it, aren't you?
With Giovanni, Dietrich,
all of them.
You helped steal Pepper.
Violet, are you going to let
these ludicrous allegations
go unchallenged?
[sighing]
Lady Puddington is many things.
An insufferable neighbor,
a terrible dresser,
-a bad tipper--
-Get to the point.
She was at the fashion show
with Dietrich.
[all gasping]
It was a very exclusive event.
Only the elite of European
society were invited.
What was I to do? Not attend?
Violet, you believe me.
Georgina, are you involved
in all this?
Did you have anything to do
with Pepper's disappearance?
Do you really want to know
what happened?
Yes! If it will get you people
to be quiet afterwards.
[sighing]
[clearing throat] It may--
Malibu and Brooklyn
asked that we record
any heist-related conversations
for the podcast.
Podcast?
It may be hard to believe,
but Lady Carson and I
used to be best of friends.
We had tea every single Sunday
for years--
Come now, every Sunday?
Shh! I'm telling this.
But all that changed
when she started winning
those jumping competitions.
She became obsessed,
and suddenly
had time for little else.
I found a passion for something.
The teas went away.
I felt I had lost a friend.
If Lady Carson
could find a new passion,
so could I.
So I began to dabble
in those competitions myself.
Dabble? You dove right in
competing against me.
Your best friend.
I... I was attempting
to take an interest
in my best friend's hobby.
I hoped it would allow us
to spend time together again.
So you weren't trying
to steal my horses?
No.
[sniffing]
I just wanted to destroy you,
in a competitive sense.
[sniffling] I'm not crying.
You're crying!
So you didn't loosen
Morgan's saddle?
Good heavens, no.
Why on earth would I do that?
Mother, I have something
that I need to confess.
-I--
-Me next, me next.
[train horn blasting]
-Sure Pepper's gonna be safe?
-[Pepper nickering]
-[goat kicking stall]
-Aah!
That's one feisty goat.
Much safer
than in Giovanni's hands.
[Pepper nickering]
Ready for a little
train walk, girl?
[goat kicking]
Uh... next time, Signor Capra.
Mr. Goat?
Hey, my Italian's
really rubbing off on you.
-What else can you say?
-That's all I got.
[Pepper whinnying]
-[Pepper blowing]
-Hmm?
-Yay!
-[gasping] Oh!
[gasping, camera snapping]
Ah!
-Uh-uh!
-[camera snapping]
[passengers exclaiming]
[child] Yay!
Mommy, did you see that?
Um...
Shoo! Shoo! Get out of here!
Uh... [chuckling awkwardly]
-[neighing loudly]
-Shh!
Whew!
-[neighing loudly]
-Oh!
-Ooh!
-Oh!
Huh?
The boss ain't gonna like this.
[grunting with effort]
[stomping]
[whinnying]
[snorting]
[screaming] Aah!
Pepper!
[neighing playfully]
[snoring]
[shouting] Yes, Marco!
What are you doing?
I was dreaming of the most
beautiful Fabergé egg.
It was magnificent,
and so very rare.
My apologies, Mr. Binatchi,
but Pepper is loose.
[announcement chiming]
Coming up
on Zurich station. Zurich.
Zurich?
[growling and roaring]
Gino! Why did you let me
sleep so long?
We need to find that horse
and get off the train!
[train brakes screeching]
[growling]
Aah!
No, no, no, no!
[groaning]
Hello!
No, it's a trick.
She wants us to follow her.
We want the horse.
[distant whinnying]
[yelping]
Where is my horse?
Do I know you?
And she's not your horse!
Follow the whinny!
You know, whinny.
[imitating] "Neigh!"
I know what a whinny is,
and that was more of a bray
than a whinny.
Ba-ba, hey, quiet,
the both of you!
-[whinnying]
-The whinny is that way.
-[distant whinnying]
-It's coming from there!
[announcement]
call to Worcestershire station.
-[train horn blowing]
-[whinnying]
Go!
And that's when
I discovered a meal
-between second lunch and first.
-[Renee] Look.
That's good, right?
One less henchman?
Do you guys want to hear
about lunner or not?
[train horn blaring]
I think we got him.
[Pepper crunching apple]
[goat bleating]
[laughing]
[door sliding open]
[clapping slowly]
Bravi--
Bravissime.
You tried to defeat me,
and you failed,
but there are no more stops
between here and England,
so we are all stuck
on this train together
with nowhere to go.
Chiaro?
We may have celebrated too soon.
You think?
Now, if you don't mind,
I would like
to return to my seat.
There's a Fabergé egg
I need to get back to.
Gino here will ensure
that there's no more,
um, funky business.
Don't you mean "funny business"?
No. I know what I said.
[phone notification chimes]
Ooh. Renee says they're getting
some really good content
for the podcast.
-Oh, good.
-[tapping into phone]
At least there's that.
[train horn blaring]
A lot of people only eat eggs
in the morning,
-but with lunner--
-Thanks, Marcus,
but maybe we can get back
to the horse heist?
If Georgina didn't sabotage
Morgan's saddle, who did?
I might know
something about that.
Into the mic, dearie.
Morgan, what is it?
Mother was so focused
on winning championships,
I'd become an afterthought.
You never were.
It felt like it, Mother.
You were more concerned
with winning than anything else,
especially after acquiring
Pepper and Tornado.
So... I decided
to loosen Pepper's saddle.
I knew that it would
make her uncomfortable
during the routine.
I had hoped that Pepper
would become
erratic and unpredictable,
and Mother would give her up,
and then the constant
competing would be over.
So while we were practicing,
Pepper acted
exactly as I expected...
almost.
[Pepper neighing loudly]
[Morgan landing]
I did not expect for a moment
that I would actually
break my leg.
[Lady Carson] There, there.
Oh, Morgan,
I never meant to put horses
before my own daughter.
There was one good thing
about the broken leg.
I finally had your attention.
I almost didn't want Pepper
or Tornado to be found.
You think less of me, don't you?
[passenger] I do!
And I was just regaining
your affection
when she stole Tornado.
I did not steal Tornado!
What would you call
taking her from our stable
and driving her off
to the train station?
I was protecting her.
From us? Her rightful owners?
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
that's all ancient history.
We're all on Team Pepper now.
-Hmph!
Cassidy, I know Malibu
and Brooklyn vouch for you,
but you have been lying
from the beginning.
How can we trust
that you are not involved?
It's okay.
You can do this. I got you.
[clinking]
Malibu?
No, thanks.
I couldn't eat
another chip butty.
Malibu!
What? Oh, sorry.
It's just...
I'm worried if we don't
stop Giovanni now,
we're gonna lose Pepper,
for good this time.
So...
So we have to force Giovanni
into making a mistake,
and I think I know how.
Malibu, wait up!
You gotta let me in
on these things.
Ugh, I have had just about
enough of you two
for one train ride.
You find Marco yet?
[laughing]
Very funny.
He's picking up
some Swiss chocolate
and a one-of-a-kind fondue set.
You came all the way back here
to mock me, huh?
No, no, no--
Well, maybe just a bit.
Just a bit. We're actually
here to congratulate you.
You're about to be the toast
of the entire horse-owning world
now that you own
the only remaining descendant
of Queen Elizabeth's
royal stables,
all you need now is to prove it.
Eh...
Prove what, now?
How are you going to prove
how valuable Pepper is?
It seems like you need
something like,
oh, I don't know, this?
Without this, you have
no proof of Pepper's worth.
It's like a rare
comic or baseball card
without certification.
I think I know
what a certification is.
Give me that.
[exciting music plays]
Uh...
[straining]
[gasping]
[Giovanni panting]
-Mi scusi!
-Ahem!
Ah!
-Hmm.
-Uh...
H'yah!
[gasping]
Ah!
[train horn blaring]
[laughing menacingly]
[grunting]
[gasping]
This is bonkers!
What were you thinking?
Me? This was your plan!
[train horn blaring]
-What's wrong?
-[Brooklyn] Tunnel!
-Uh-oh.
-[clanging]
[train horn blaring]
[groaning]
[growling] Barbies!
[roaring]
As you know, Lady Carson
bought Pepper and Tornado
from my family's farm.
It was all on the up and up.
It was.
Things haven't
been so good lately,
and we needed the money,
but I had raised
Pepper and Tornado
since they were foals.
[together] Aw...
Denholm had been
letting me sneak in
and check on them
from time to time.
On the night of the gala,
I just wanted to check on them
and see if they were okay...
...but when I got there,
Pepper was already gone.
Somehow Giovanni's henchmen
stole Pepper
and the diamond saddle.
I'm so sorry, Cassidy.
I didn't know,
but why did you tell us
you were with Scotland Yard?
I thought somehow
I could secretly help.
I really did,
but then Brooklyn and Malibu
found me in the stables,
and I didn't know what to do,
so I pretended
I was a detective.
But why did you take Tornado?
I thought the same people
who took Pepper
would take Tornado too,
so I took her first.
So where is she?
She's going to tell us, Morgan.
-Aren't you, Cassidy?
-[signal bell clanging]
[sighing]
[announcement]
Worcestershire station.
-We're here.
-Final stop.
Let's help out
Malibu and Brooklyn.
We can finish this later.
[sighing]
[Giovanni]
Where are you, Barbie?
And other Barbie?
No more playing around!
I've got one henchman
stuck in Zurich,
the other recovering
from a concussion
in the medical car!
I know you're in here,
and I am not someone
to be trifled with,
and I most certainly
am not falling
for any more
of your little tricks.
I've got you now.
A-ha!
-[screaming]
-[goat bleating]
No! Help me, Barbie!
-[goat bleating]
-[screaming] Help me!
It's a goat! I hate goats!
Hope you like your new roommate.
He has a bit of a temper.
Aw, that's not a very nice
thing to say about Mr. Goat.
Oh, I was talking
-But where's Pepper?
-In the medical car.
I think she was eating
Gino's lunch.
[Giovanni] Oh, not the shoes!
I hope it was a chip butty.
[giggling]
[train brakes screeching]
Malibu!
Ken!
-You made it.
-Brooklyn!
Hey,
We were so worried.
-I wasn't.
-Whoa! [chuckling]
Never doubted
for a second you'd make it.
[laughing]
Oh, and you have Pepper!
-Oh...
-[laughing]
This is so exciting.
[Pepper nickering]
Things are finally looking up--
And I'll be taking her
from here.
[all gasping]
You can't do this!
We'll call the police!
[man] He already did, ma'am.
Just to make sure
nothing improper happens.
Mr. Binatchi, are you sure
you don't want to press charges?
International horse theft
is a pretty serious offense.
He's the one
that's stealing the horse.
You've got everything
upside-down.
Please, please,
I believe I have someone
who can clear this all up.
This is Dietrich Bluttbergman,
president
of the Royal Equine Society.
Officers, I think you'll find
everything is in order,
and that Mr. Binatchi
is the legal owner
of this fine horse.
Hmm. Looks like the horse is
legally and undisputedly yours.
[gasping]
You're free to go.
Grazie.
[Pepper whinnying]
[Pepper growling]
Hmm! Huh.
No horse, no rider,
no championship!
We're doomed. Doomed!
I think I can help
with one of those.
I know where Tornado is.
-What?
[mysterious theme music plays]