- [crows]
- ♪ Pony on the sixth floor, Pony in the bathroom ♪
♪ Pony in the kitchen, Pony on the school bus ♪
♪ Pony, Pony, Pony
♪ He's a funny-looking pony, never going slowly ♪
♪ When you got a Pony never feel lonely ♪
♪ Pony, Pony, Pony
- Pony!
- ♪ It's Pony! Pony! Pony!
♪ It's Pony! Pony! Pony!
♪ Pony! Pony! Pony!
♪ It's Pony! ♪
- ANNIE: Pony.
- ♪
- [yawns]
- ♪
- [squirt]
- ♪
- [snoring]
- [bus beeping]
- ♪
- [thud]
- [snoring]
- [indistinct yelling]
- ♪
- [yawns]
[grunting]
- ♪
- [buzzer sounds]
- Did we win?
- No, we lost.
Because you fell asleep again.
What's going on with you?
- I'm sorry, Heston.
I'm just tired. [yawns]
- Is Pony fighting the moon again?
- Oh, no, it's not him.
- [tuba playing]
- [groaning]
- [tuba continues]
- [snoring]
- How you can you possibly sleep through this racket?
- [yawns] I find it soothing.
If anything, I'm sleeping better since she started.
- Of all the instruments Marti could take up. The tuba?
- It's like a whale is singing me a lullaby.
- [tuba continues]
- This is driving me crazy!
I need sleep!
[groans] Maybe it's quieter in Mom and Dad's room.
- [tuba playing]
- [snoring] - [no tuba]
- [tuba playing]
- [snoring] - [no tuba]
- [tuba playing]
- [snoring] - [no tuba]
- [tuba playing]
- [snoring] - [no tuba]
- [groans]
- [tuba playing]
- [groans] Make it stop!
- [tuba continues]
- Keep it down in there!
- [crash]
- [tuba playing louder]
- Ah, why does it sound louder?
Is she playing louder?
- Um, yes.
She's playing louder.
Bad, Marti!
- That's it, I can't take it anymore.
I've got to do something.
I'm going down!
You coming? - No.
I might just stay right here for a little while.
- [yawns]
- [tuba continues]
- [banging on door]
- [tuba stops]
- Annie, what brings you down here?
- That!
- Isn't she gorgeous?
I've always wanted to--
- I can't sleep because you're being so noisy!
- I'm being noisy? - Yes!
- Me? - Yes!
- Me?
- I feel like you're trying to make a point here.
- Do you have any idea what it's like to live under...
him?
- Oh.
- [thumping]
- ♪
- [laughing] - [banging]
- ♪
- [laughing] - [banging]
- [banging continues]
- ♪
- [loud banging]
- Finished!
And in record time.
Eight hours.
- So if I can get Pony to be quiet,
you won't play your tuba after bedtime?
- If you can manage that, sure.
A deal's a deal.
- We'll be quiet, you'll see.
I mean, hear--I mean, not hear.
We'll be quiet, I promise.
- [door slams]
- [rumbling]
- ♪
- I made a deal with Marti.
She'll be quiet if you are quiet.
- I can do that.
I'll tiptoe...
[whispers] like a ninja.
- [loud tiptoeing]
- That's how you always sound.
- What? No!
That was tiptoeing.
This is normal walking.
- [loud tapping] - Ninja.
Normal.
Ninja.
Normal.
- [tuba playing] - [groans]
- TEACHER: Annie? - [snoring]
- TEACHER: Annie?
Annie! - Huh?
- I hope you were paying attention.
So, yes or no?
- I was paying attention.
And the answer is...
- ♪
- Yes?
- Great, everybody say hello to our new hall monitor.
Good for you.
Okay, class, time for computer lab.
It's video game day!
- KIDS: [cheering] Yeah!
- Not for you, Annie.
You got halls to monitor. - Urgh!
Okay, this has to work.
I have to get Marti to stop that racket
so I can get some sleep.
- How is sleeping on the floor gonna help?
- These are for you.
The pillows will soften the sound of your hooves,
so Marti won't hear you.
Give it a try.
- ♪
- It's working! Yes!
- [grunts]
- [banging]
- PONY: You're right, my hooves are super silent.
- [tuba playing]
- Oh!
- TEACHER: Annie? - [snores]
- TEACHER: [clears throat] Hall Monitor?
- [snoring]
- TEACHER: Annie! - Huh!
- So, yes or no?
- Uh...
yes?
- So they were running in the hallway.
Thanks for making the tough call, Hall Monitor.
Detention for everybody!
Good job, Annie.
- Yeah, good job, Annie.
- I don't even know how to run.
- ♪
- [groans]
Here, maybe wearing these will help.
Oh, this has to work.
It has to.
- [loud banging]
- I'm not sure how this is helping.
- [tuba playing] - [groans]
I can't take any more of this.
It's ruining my life!
It's such a horrible sound.
- It is.
- [tuba playing]
- I know what to do!
- [tuba continues]
- [banging at door]
- [tuba stops]
- [indistinct mumbling]
- He did it!
Good ol' Pony, he always looks out for me.
- ♪
- [tubas playing]
- [banging on door]
- Is Pony in there?
- Hi, Annie!
- What's going on?
- We're playing tuba.
- Yeah, I can hear that. Why?
- You said Marti's tuba playing was horrible.
We're trying to get better.
Hit it!
- But that makes no-- [screams]
- [tubas playing]
- [groans]
- [bell dings]
- TEACHER: Students?
You've all been working hard.
So, for first period today,
we have some very special guests.
- [sighs] A whole hour of sleep.
- TEACHER: Here to inspire and entertain you...
The Horn Identity!
- ♪
- [music playing]
- I'm in a band!
- [music playing]
- I love this song. - [slap]
- [bell dings]
- [metal banging] - Hey.
- KIDS: Ow, oh, oh!
- So, how'd we sound?
- Loud. You sounded loud, Pony.
Just like you and Marti sounded all night.
I'm exhausted.
Everybody's mad at me.
The tuba playing has got to stop.
- Oh, should I cancel the tour?
- Wait, what? What tour?
- The Horn Identity's going on the road
for six months.
Leaving tonight.
- What? Tonight?
Then all our problems are solved.
You did it, Pony!
Marti is gone!
- Oh, yeah, no.
Everybody except Marti.
- Wait, so you're going?
- Well, yeah, I'm in the band.
- Why doesn't Marti wanna go?
- Oh, she does.
But she says she has too many commitments:
a job, a pet, a girlfriend.
- A job, a pet, and a girlfriend?
That's nothing.
We can take care of all that stuff for her,
and she can go instead of you.
- But the tour bus leaves in two hours.
- Then we better get moving.
Getting off!
- [metal banging] - MAN: Watch it. Ow!
- We'll start with her job.
You can just fill in for her.
- Let's get this poor fellow's appendix out.
Nurse Marti, hand me the instruments.
- ♪
- DOCTOR: You're fired!
Your nursing days are over!
- Job. Check.
What's next?
- ♪
- Meg, we need to talk.
It's about Marti.
- Um, who are you?
Oooh!
[gasps] It's happening.
I have to call my mother! - [splash]
- Have fun!
We'll pick you up again when Marti's back.
- ♪
- [bus horn blows]
- [knocking on door]
- Great news!
You're going on tour with the Horn Identity!
- What?
- The bus leaves in two minutes. Grab your tuba.
- I can't. My job.
- Taken care of.
- My girlfriend?
- You mean your fiancee?
- What?
- She's got a lot of wedding planning to do.
She won't even notice you're gone.
- What about my apartment?
- Don't you mean Dave's apartment?
- [sips]
Hey, Pony. - DAVE: Hi, Dave.
- Am I doing the right thing?
- Yes! Follow your dreams!
[whispers] So I can have mine.
- Oh, but my apartment meant so much to me.
Whoa, this bus is amazing!
- Of course it is.
Everyone knows a bus is the swankiest way to travel.
- Oh, but my job.
It was such a good job.
- MAN: Here's your first paycheck.
- Yowza! This is a lot more money than I ever made
as a nurse! - Of course it is.
You've never met a poor musician, have ya?
- Oh, but what about my pet?
I liked having a pet.
- Then you'll love Mad Dog!
The new drummer.
- Did somebody say Mad Dog?
Let's play, baby!
[scatting]
- [horn honks]
- ♪
- We did it!
- [snoring]
- ♪
- Oh, this is going to be good.
Sweet, sweet sleep with no interruptions.
My life will be back to normal.
- ♪
♪
- [thudding]
- [buzzer sounds]
- ♪
- [rooster crows]
- ♪
- [gasps] Today's the day!
[sighs]
- ♪
- [gargling]
- ♪
- Ha!
- [brakes squeals]
- [sighs]
[gasps]
- ♪
- [carnival music plays]
- Come on, Annie!
- ♪
- First ones here.
Huh? Annie?
- No, you're staying home today, young lady.
- Uh, but Dad-- - You can ride
the Whirl and Hurl another time.
You're not going on it while you're sick.
I've heard that ride is deadly.
- It's the Vomit Comet, and I'm fine.
[groaning]
Maybe a little rest.
- Oh, poor thing.
I'll go make up a batch of Granny's special soup.
That never fails to make you better.
- Ha, you must be thinking of Grandpa Bramley's cure-all.
That never fails.
- Grandpa Bramley was ill every day of his life.
- He wasn't.
He was just a very sneezy kind of guy.
You'll see.
I'll whip up a batch
and she'll be right as rain in no time.
- [sighs]
You get some rest, pumpkin.
- ♪
- [door thuds] - Annie, you're sick?
- [groans] I know.
- But the fair is opening today.
And you're finally tall enough to ride
the Vomit Comet with me.
- ANNIE: I know, it's so unfair.
We'll go when I feel better.
[sniffs] Or if I survive Granny's soup.
- You feel better now?
- Not quite yet.
I need a little longer.
- Okay, okay, I totally get it.
- ♪
- Now? - No, Pony.
I need some time.
No!
- ♪
- Can I help?
- The secret is to never stop stirring.
Never, not for an instant.
- Great.
I'll make sure I'll never stop until it's--
- You stopped. - Ah!
I'm totally focused now.
You can trust me-- - You stopped again.
- Huh?
- And now for the most important ingredient.
The powdered bark of the quaquaw tree.
- ♪
- No! I'm all out of quaquaw!
Without quaquaw, it isn't a cure at all.
- Oh, it doesn't matter.
It's all about the soup.
- I'll get more quaquaw.
Back in a flash!
- What else can I do?
- Why don't you make her a nice lemon drink.
They're very soothing when you're poorly.
- Yes!
This will make you feel better, Annie.
- ANNIE: Thanks, Pony.
- Drink up.
- [sipping]
[groaning]
- It's a lemon drink.
- Too many lemons.
- I made it myself.
- I could tell. [groans]
I'll be better soon, Pony.
I'm so tired.
I just need to be in a nice, comfy bed.
- Gotcha.
A nice comfy bed.
- You're looking for what now?
- Quaquaw bark. - What?
- Quaquaw.
- Never heard of it.
- Come on, you know. Quaquaw.
- [slaps] - [groans]
Quaquaw! Quaquaw!
- Huh? - Quaquaw, quaquaw, quaquaw!
- [ducks quacking]
- Oh, forget it.
I'll try the health food store.
- You're weird, Bramley.
- [ducks quacking]
- Well, did it work?
- Hmm. Did what work?
- The world's comfiest bed!
We're in Bed World!
- Pony, one comfy bed won't make a difference.
- That's what I thought, so I tried .
- ♪
- Oh no, Pony, I really wanna go on that ride,
but this is not helping.
Uh-oh.
I think I'm gonna-- - Get better?
- No. I think I'm gonna sn--
- Snore?
- Ah--ah--ah--ah-choo!
- Oh, sneeze.
- [wood creaking] - [thud]
- [cat meows]
- ♪
- The quaquaw tree? - Yes!
- The bark? - Yes!
- Powder? - Yes. Yes!
- You're talking about this.
- That's it. Give it to me.
- I don't have it. - What?
- It only grows in the subtropical rainforest
on one island halfway around the world.
- I guess I know what I have to do.
- ♪
- "While continuously stirring, cr*ck one egg
into soup." Mm.
- ♪
- [groans] Darn it.
Girls! - [whistles]
- I need an egg.
Who's gonna help me out?
- [clucking]
- ♪
- What else can I do for you?
- Maybe open a window a little
and grab me a glass of water.
Mom says you can't b*at fresh air and fluids.
- Gotcha.
Lots of fluids...
and fresh air.
- [ship horn blasts]
- Hello, sleepy head.
- Pony! Where are we now?
- Somewhere with plenty of fluids and fresh air!
Just like you said.
- I never said-- - I Pony-ied it up a little.
- [grunts]
Now, I feel seasick too.
I'm worse than ever.
- Oh, so still not ready to ride the Vomit Comet?
- Uh, maybe the first part.
This is too much, Pony.
I know you're trying hard, but look where we are.
- Oh, did I make things worse?
- Yes.
- Oh, okay.
Should we go home? - Yes.
- [crash]
- [water bubbling]
- Uh, right now?
- ♪
- At last, the quaquaw tree.
Just enough to cure Annie.
We don't wanna hurt it.
- TOUR GUIDE: And here in our subterranean island
rainforest, you'll find the very rare quaquaw tree.
Harvested to near extinction due to the belief
that its bark could cure any ailment.
Can you believe anything so stupid?
Did you-- - Just a tiny bit.
- Security! - [groans]
- ♪
- And it works every time!
- ♪
- Well...
the swim back was further than I thought.
- [sneeze]
You know, I'd probably be better by now
if we hadn't done all this stuff.
- I'm sorry, Annie.
I was just trying to make you feel better.
- I know, Pony. I know.
- [knock on door] - Soup's ready, Sweetie.
- And Grandpa Bramley's cure-all!
- ♪
- [giggles] The recipe said never stop stirring.
- [sips]
- ♪
- Mm.
- Now the quaquaw.
- [sipping]
Mm.
- ♪
- Mm-hmm.
- Aw, let's let her rest.
- ♪
- Well, I can never go back in the botanical gardens again.
- I wonder if my arm will ever stop.
- We can go to the fair next year.
- ♪
- Hey, guys! I'm better!
- ♪
- Really?
Wow, you're freezing.
I did it! - I did it!
It was probably your soup.
All that stirring.
- Oh, George, I'm sure it was the blah-blah.
- Quack-quack. No!
Quaquaw.
- So, still up for the Vomit Comet?
- Really?
- ♪
- I guess it's okay, as long as you're feeling up to it.
- ♪
- Annie, it's amazing you got better so fast.
Are you excited? - So excited.
- I think we should hold out for the first car.
- George, why'd you fill the sink with ice?
- I didn't.
- Well, who did?
- You think it has something to do with
this really cold thermometer?
Annie! - Annie!
- [kids yelling]
- Ah, we're almost there!
- Uh-huh.
- ANNOUNCER: Welcome to the Vomit Comet.
Guaranteed one vomit per customer.
- [gasps] You're sweating.
I knew you were scared. [laughs] - [laughs]
- I knew her temperature couldn't be that low.
- You know they call it the Vomit Comet
for a reason, Helen, right?
Our little strawberry's already sick.
If she gets on that ride, she'll get worse. Much worse.
- ANNOUNCER: Next!
- Oh man, they say the Vomit Comet has more
loop-de-loops than any other roller coaster in the world.
- DAD: Stop! - MOM: Stop!
- Stop the ride! - She can't go on the ride!
- [grunts and groans]
Stop! Annie, you're still sick.
You can't ride this.
- You're still sick?
Why are you pretending?
- Oh, because you wanna go on the ride with me.
- Not this much.
I'd rather you were better.
Forget it, we're not doing this.
- Thanks, Pony.
- Come on, Strawberry.
Let's get you home. - [horn blasts]
- ANNOUNCER: Get ready to blast off!
- ♪
- ALL: [yelling]
- ♪
- [yelling continues]
- ♪
- That was awesome!
I feel totally better!
- Uh, good. - Oh, Helen.
I don't feel so good.
- How about a cup of quaquaw?
- [gulps]
- ♪
♪
♪♪
- ♪
01x12 - Loud Horse/Sick Annie
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Follows the life of Annie & her pony as she does her best to cope with the struggles of being a 9-year-old in the city.
Follows the life of Annie & her pony as she does her best to cope with the struggles of being a 9-year-old in the city.