[call ringing]
I know, I know. Almost ready.
You're still packing.
No!
-[groaning] -Well, yes.
Gotta make sure I've got my super-cute riding boots.
Ken says there are horses on the estate.
Horses? I assume that's optional?
-Got 'em! -Malibu, what have you packed?
You don't happen to know where I put my passport, do you?
We're supposed to be at the airport
two hours before departure.
That's just a suggestion, Brooklyn.
Can you believe we're spending seven straight days
in the English countryside?
[squealing] I'm so excited!
[squealing] Ah! I can't wait.
Also, I have a surprise.
A surprise?
Focus! Find your passport.
Found it! Be right out.
We're gonna be late.
Don't worry. Ken's got a shortcut.
[mysterious theme music plays]
[horse whinnying]
[engine revving]
[car honking]
We're all gonna die!
Not today, Marcus, not today!
[tires screeching]
Ken, sure your aunt's cool with us staying with her?
100%.
Whoa!
[Marcus] Aah! Aah!
[braking]
[Marcus] Whoa! Whoa...
Whaa!
Unh!
And we're here in record time!
I wanna get out!
Don't anybody dare diss my shortcut.
You sure you can't come?
I wish. I haven't seen Aunt V in forever,
but the Big Wave Finals only happen once a year!
Oh, no!
Oh! My passport!
I've been holding onto it since you got in the car.
It pays to be prepared.
That way, there are no surprises.
[both] What?
I'm sorry,
but I don't have two seats together.
But we booked these six months ago.
And we've got to sit together.
I was hoping we could record
the first episode of our travel podcast.
Travel podcast?
Surprise!
I thought it'd be fun to do it together?
It is. I love it!
You do?
As you can see,
it is super important that we sit together.
You sure there's nothing you can do?
[typing]
[tires squealing]
[car honking]
[phone notification chiming]
You can slow down, Speedy McGee.
The Big Wave Championship just got canceled.
Due to... unexpected flatitude?
Great! Now we can join Malibu and Brooklyn at Aunt V's house.
[tires screeching]
And...
No, I'm sorry, but the flight is completely full.
You're going to have to sit separately.
It's only like 10 hours.
We can do the podcast once we land.
I like that. Open with "Live from London."
It's gonna be "Live from Malibu" if you don't get going.
Now, if only we'd been here two hours--
Run!
England, here we--
Heads up!
[gasping] I am so sorry. I'm rushing to--
Brooklyn?
Renee? Where are you headed?
Venice! I'm starting my internship with Interpol.
-[both] Wow! -Yikes!
And if I don't speed up, I'll miss my plane!
Us too!
Safe flight!
[Renee] You too!
-I'm in 132J. Where are you? -Uh...
♪ I can't wait To fly around the world ♪
♪ From end to end ♪
♪ With all my friends ♪
♪ Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ If you wanna fly around The world from sea to sea ♪
♪ Let's go, baby ♪
♪ Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Meet me at the top ♪
♪ The top ♪
♪ Meet me at the top ♪
♪ At the top of the world ♪
[whistling]
Live from London,
welcome to episode one of Passport to Adventure.
I'm your co-host, Barbie...
And I'm your other co-host... also Barbie,
and it's our pleasure to share our first-hand experience
of the sights and sounds of London, England.
Whether it's the London Eye, Big Ben...
Buckingham Palace or Westminster Abbey...
We can't wait to share our travel experiences
with each and every one of you.
Passport to Adventure? That sounds so exciting.
-Do you like it? -I love it so much.
♪ Whoa ♪
♪ Meet me at the top ♪
♪ The top ♪
♪ Meet me at the top Of the world ♪
♪ Meet me at the top The top ♪
Wow!
O-M-G!
♪ At the top Meet me at the top ♪
♪ Meet me at the top The top ♪
♪ Meet me at the top Of the world ♪
[horse neighing]
[neighing]
[gasping]
-Aw! -Uh... Malibu?
Aw... oh!
Oh, my gosh. You are so beautiful.
Yes, you are. Yes, you are!
[camera clicking]
You're a friendly one, aren't you?
[horse nickering]
Ugh. Too friendly.
Aah! Did she just do that on purpose?
Aw...
What's your name, pretty lady?
Pepper? Pepper, come back here right now!
Oh, you must be Morgan.
We're friends with your cousin Ken.
-I'm Barbie. -And I'm also Barbie.
Barbie and Barbie?
Ugh, we should get you name tags.
Well, you can call me "Malibu."
I usually go by "Brooklyn."
Such a pleasure.
Ken mentioned you're a competitive jumper? That is--
[Morgan] I must get back to practice.
[horse neighing]
[Malibu] So, uh, we'll see you around!
She seems nice.
Is that a hedge maze?
Ooh, a regulation-size competition arena.
That's where the championships are being held on Saturday.
No, no, no! We will need twice as many mushroom caps.
Same for the shrimp cocktails.
[whispering]
Oh dear, that much?
Let's go with the bread puddings instead.
Excellent choice, ma'am.
Hello? Lady Carson?
Barbie! And Barbie!
You made it!
[laughing] Oh, ho, ho! Yes!
[sighing]
You have a beautiful home.
I'm guessing 18th century?
Impressive.
1725, to be exact,
and please, call me Aunt Violet.
Any friend of Ken is family to me.
How is my dear nephew?
He really wanted to be here.
He never told us we'd basically be staying in a museum!
We must do a tour, but--
[Lady Puddington] Violet!
You are off your rocker
if you think I'm going to let this latest indignity pass!
Georgina. What is the problem today?
The problem today is that--
Who in the heavens are you?
[Lady Carson] This is Barbie.
And this is Barbie!
I've already lost interest.
Now, where was I? Oh, yes.
The problem today is that once again
your ivy is growing like a vile weed
into my prize-winning bougainvillea.
You both must be exhausted.
Milton will escort you to your rooms.
I'll come fetch you for a tour shortly.
Georgina, please.
It's your toxic bougainvillea
that is getting tangled in my ivy.
Well, I never!
[Milton] And your room.
[chiming]
It's right out of a history book.
I'm afraid to touch anything.
Unless there's anything else you require,
I shall leave you to settle in.
Thank you, Milton.
Are you seeing this?
It's unbelievable!
This is definitely late 17th century.
[clicking and sliding]
Huh?
-What the--? -No way!
A hidden staircase! We have to check it out.
-[Lady Carson] Knock-knock! -Oh!
Are you ready for a tour of our little estate?
We are! Let's do it!
[panting]
The hedge maze is unreal!
I almost got lost in there. Twice!
We lose about eight to ten visitors every year.
Ah, here we are, the final stop of the tour,
Carson Stables.
[Malibu] Pepper!
[laughing]
You've already met?
[chuckling]
I'm just gonna stay safely out of tongue range.
-[horse whinnying] -Whaa!
And this is Tornado,
another one of our Carson Stables
talented jumping horses.
Hey, girl!
S'up.
[horse blowing]
She's a little... withdrawn for a show horse.
[Malibu] Aw!
Heads up.
Malibu might try to smuggle her home in her carry-on.
[Morgan] Would you remove your hands
from my horse?
Malibu and Brooklyn,
have you met my daughter, Morgan?
We, uh... had the pleasure earlier.
Have a good practice, dear.
[sighing]
Good's not going to cut it, is it, Mother?
Now, Morgan, let's not do this in front of the guests.
As you wish, Mother.
Your cinch!
It's loose.
There you go. All tight.
Don't ever touch another rider's cinch.
Morgan!
She's right. She's totally right.
It wasn't my place.
Don't mind her.
She is clearly, uh...
focused on the championship.
Now, if you will excuse me,
I need to finish preparing for the gala...
not to mention a special surprise for all the guests.
-[crashing] -Aah!
Ugh! My goodness, Denholm, you scared us half to death!
Pardon me, ma'am.
Just cleaning out the stalls.
Quite a lot in there.
Might suggest we reduce the fiber in their feed.
Denholm, please! We have company.
Denholm is our head stableman,
and he's not supposed to be skulking around back here,
but out in the arena, fixing the jumps
so Pepper and Morgan can practice properly.
Yes, ma'am, on my way.
Do you think Morgan would mind if we watched her practice?
Of course not.
Besides, Milton and I have a hundred things to do
before tonight's gala.
We'll just watch for a bit, okay?
As long as you're okay with me recording our second episode.
Settled into the estate,
Malibu and I had decided
to take in some of the culture of the English countryside
and observe a show jumping rehearsal.
[Malibu] Show jumping is considered an art form,
celebrating the beauty and grace of the horse,
the skill and precision of the rider,
and the deep bond between them.
[Brooklyn] But the day was still young, and once the sun set,
the grounds of Carson Estates would be transformed into a--
-Hey! -What is it?
You didn't see that?
Something shiny in the bushes?
Nope.
They're really good.
Okay, now I get why you're into this.
[banging]
-Hmm. -What's up?
Pepper! Settle down!
Something seems... off.
-[gasping] -[neighing]
-[yelping] Ow! -No!
[groaning in pain]
[horse whinnying in distress]
Whoa!
Whoa. Whoa.
-Calm down. -Malibu!
It's okay. It's all right.
You can trust me.
How's that? Does it feel okay?
[wincing] Ah...
It'll do. Thank you.
I've gotten it as secure as possible,
but you will need to see,
you know, a medical professional.
[gasping] How is she?
Morgan's gonna be fine,
but her leg might be broken.
Not her. Pepper!
-Mother! - I'm worried about you too.
There, there.
I certainly can't compete on Saturday.
My leg is broken!
Oh, Morgan, darling,
this is no time for one of your over-reactions.
[gasping] Over-reactions?
[Lady Carson] You do make mountains out of molehills.
What's this?
The cinch, it's loose.
Maybe she loosened it.
No, I tightened it. I was helping.
[sobbing] Ow.
Mother!
Denholm, can you please help Morgan?
And now I have to find a replacement rider.
But nobody else can ride Pepper.
She's my horse!
If you can't ride, someone else will have to.
You know how important this is.
Come, come, girls.
The reception starts in a few hours,
and I could really use your help.
I-- I tightened it, I swear.
I know you did,
but what do you think happened?
I don't know.
Something weird is definitely is going on.
I still can't get over what happened to Morgan.
Did you see the stink-eye Denholm gave me?
Like I did something?
Eh, I wouldn't worry about it,
I think he's got a resting stink-eye face.
You should worry about what we're going to wear to the gala.
Lady Carson left a bunch of Morgan's dresses in here.
I guess it's a bunch of stuff she's never even worn.
[laughing]
Yeah, I can see why these might not be
Morgan's cup of tea.
[laughing]
[formal music plays]
[camera flashing]
Thank you, Milton.
So fancy.
It's like the prom times ten.
Shall we get our mingle on?
Let's do it.
[mysterious music plays]
[typing on keyboard]
You're a rider!
What gave me away?
[laughing] I'm Cassidy.
You can call me Brooklyn.
Malibu. Are you excited about the championship?
We're excited! I mean, we're not jumping like you,
but we'll be in the stands, jumping on the inside.
Did I ask if you were excited?
Very much so.
You know, a little nervous.
So many great riders here.
Who are all the, um... non-riders?
Ah, let me introduce you
to the cream of the crop of British horse society.
That's Giovanni Binatchi.
He's a big-time collector from Italy.
Dietrich, look at this yacht I'm bidding on.
Have you seen such a vessel? [laughing]
No, of course you haven't.
A collector? Of what?
Of everything, I think.
Look, it's got two helicopter pads.
Very valuable when you need to make a quick get-away,
you know what I mean? [laughing]
[cackling]
Of course you don't, you're not me.
Fascinating.
Owning big-time horses
is more of a hobby than anything else,
and the guy Giovanni is spitting all over
is Dietrich Blutbergmann.
He's the President of the Royal Equine Society.
You can't purchase or register a show horse
without his blessing.
You want to make sure you're on his good side.
In fact, I heard a story once that he--
Ugh! These mushroom caps are putrid.
Did she just dig them up from the ground?
And that's Lady--
[together] We've met.
[clinking glass]
May I have your attention, please?
Thank you all so much for coming!
This Saturday will be the 150th
European Show Jumping Championship,
and we at Carson Stables are absolutely tickled
to host this most prestigious event.
And as a special treat,
with permission from the Royal Equine Society,
it's my honor to present the trophy
everyone will be champing at the bit for on Saturday,
the heralded Diamond Saddle,
worn by Carson Estates' very own champion,
Pepper!
[applause]
Pepper looks better.
Any girl looks better wearing that many diamonds.
Mamma Mia! È'bellissima!
She is a magnificent creature.
Sì. She is, but you're talking about the saddle, no?
I'm talking about the horse.
[groaning]
The saddle, which will be presented
to the winner of the event on Saturday,
is worth an estimated 50 million pounds.
-[applause] -[scoffing] Huh!
It couldn't weigh more than 30 pounds.
Pepper, of course, is priceless.
She better watch herself.
Her luck is about to run out.
No, it needs to happen tonight! Tonight!
Can the legend be true?
I can't believe it.
You're actually here.
[Lady Carson] Thank you Pepper, darling.
That'll be all, Denholm.
[Malibu] Lady Carson?
Would you mind terribly
if Brooklyn and I take her to her stall?
Of course, dear.
You don't mind, do you, Brooklyn?
Okay.
Hello. Have we met?
I'm Lady Carson,
and... uh... who do you compete for?
Uh, excuse me. I have to, um, use the loo.
[suspenseful music plays]
[horse nickering]
[horse whinnying]
[Brooklyn] Help!
[girls panting]
[panting] Stop!
[horse whinnying]
-[neighing] -[engine revving]
[panting]
Horse van...
we couldn't stop them...
Barbie! What's wrong?
Pepper!
She's been horse-napped!
Horse-napped!
And it's worse.
How could it be worse?
They've got the Diamond Saddle, too.
Shut the gates!
Nobody leaves until my security arrives!
You think it was one of us?
It could have been any one of you.
Even us?
Even you!
♪ I can't wait to fly around The world from end to end ♪
♪ With all my friends ♪
♪ Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ If you wanna fly around The world from sea to sea ♪
♪ Let's go, baby ♪
♪ Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Meet me at the top ♪
♪ The top ♪
♪ Meet me at the top Of the world ♪
♪ Meet me at the top of the world ♪