01x14 - Scarecrow/Poneapples

[bunniefuu]

- ♪ - [rooster 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, you're never feeling lonely ♪

♪ Pony, Pony, Pony

- Pony!

- ♪ It's Pony, Pony, Pony, Pony ♪

- [screams]

- ♪ It's Pony, Pony, Pony, Pony ♪

♪ It's Pony, Pony, Pony, Pony

♪ It's Pony ♪

- ANNIE: Pony!

- ♪

- Just one more spider.

- How are the party preparations going, Annie?

- Great.

My costume is set.

The cheese puffs are ready to go into the oven.

Everyone's RSVPed.

It's going to be the best Halloween party ever!

- Shouldn't you start putting out the decorations?

- Start? I just finished.

- Oh, right, there they are.

Very festive.

- [grunts]

- Better get those Halloween cheese puffs in the oven.

Interesting idea to make them in the shape of mustaches.

It's cute.

- They're not mustaches, they're bats.

They're supposed to be scary.

- Pony, what do you think?

- [humming]

Ah! Get 'em away!

They're terrifying!

- Knew it.

- Mustaches are so scary.

- They're bats, Pony.

- Maybe they'll look more bat-like

when they're cooked.

More Halloween-y.

- Ugh! I hate Halloween.

- [gasps] - What?

- It's mean.

- No, it's not, it's fun.

- Scaring your friends is fun?

Who does that?

You should be friendly with friends.

Extend the hoof of friendship to everyone all the time.

- That's not what Halloween's about.

People like to be scared.

- I find that impossible to believe.

- Look, a spooky piñata.

- [ghost oohs]

- Ahhh! Ghost! Get it away!

- [wind whipping]

- Here.

- Ah, well, that's better.

Nice and dark.

No one can be afraid of the dark.

- Try now. - Hello, family.

Whoa-oh!

How's my favorite pony?

- You're in a good mood.

- Of course, it's Halloween.

The most wonderful time of the year.

- I didn't know you liked scary things.

- Oh, I don't. I hate 'em.

But I love selling pumpkins.

Just look at 'em.

I've battled bugs, rot,

and worst of all, those thieving city crows.

But it's all been worth it.

Now I get to sell 'em.

He's a big beauty. Ah!

- Not all of them.

You promised I could have one for the party.

- Right, right.

Take your pick.

As long as it's a small one.

The smallest, in fact.

- Thanks, Dad.

- Careful of the others. okay?

Those--those big, orange beauties are our livelihood.

Come on, dear, let's go sell some pumpkins.

- And spook some customers.

- Just remember, this year,

we're only going to scare the customers,

not scare the customers away.

- Oh, you're no fun.

We'll be back for the party.

- Okay, Pony, let's get our pumpkin.

Careful not to touch-- - PONY: Annie!

I think I found the piñata.

- No! Pony, stop!

- Take the blindfold off.

- No way, I like it.

It blocks out all the Halloween horrors.

- Oh, phew, no damage.

Look, there's nothing to be scared of, Pony.

Trust me.

Come on, we still have work to do

before everybody gets here.

- I guess you're right.

There's nothing to be--

Ah, Annie!

- ♪

- [squeaks]

- After all this time, my dream car.

Mwah!

- ♪

- [car wheels squeal]

- Doh!

- Pony!

What have you done?

- It was horrible, Annie.

Why would anyone have something so scary?

- It isn't supposed to scare you.

It's supposed to scare away the--

- [crows cawing]

- Crows!

- [cawing continues]

- ♪

- What's wrong?

- Uh-uh, I don't know.

Got a funny feeling, like something bad's happening

to my babies at home.

- Annie and Pony!

- No, the pumpkins.

- Your pumpkins are fine, George.

What could go wrong?

- [siren wailing]

- ♪

- [siren continues]

- I suppose you're right.

- How much for this pumpkin?

- I'll trade for...

your blood. Ha-ha! - Ah!

- Ah, Helen, we talked about this.

- It's fine, besides, we've got plenty more at home.

- [crows cawing]

- We've gotta scare them off.

- Scaring isn't the answer.

Let's be friendly.

- I don't have time for this.

I have a party to set up.

- [crow cawing] - Get off!

Shoo! Take that!

- [crowd cawing]

- Ha-ha! And that! - [caws]

- And...uh, I'm out of boots.

- ♪

- Yeah, and don't come back!

Pony! Hey, Pony!

The crows left the balc-- - PONY: Sssh.

We're trying to watch something in here.

- What? - Sssh.

- What are they doing in here?

- I invited them in. See?

No more crows on the balcony and no scaring needed.

Just the extended hoof of friendship.

That one's the leader.

I call him Russell. - [music plays]

- They promise they'll be out of here

as soon as they finish watching "Buddies."

It's their favorite show.

- MALE ANNOUNCER: You're watching the "Buddies" marathon.

Every episode of "Buddies" ever.

All seasons nonstop all week long.

- Oh. - No, no.

We need them out of here before people show up for the party.

Come on, crows, out.

Uh, give me that.

- [caws]

- ♪

- [TV shuts off]

- [menacing music plays]

- [nervous laughing]

- ♪

- [crows cawing]

- No, be careful, you'll-- don't!

- [mug shatters]

- ♪

- Easy there, Russell.

Now now, Charlie, put that down.

- [crows cawing]

- Ah! My party spread!

No, that's not for you.

It's for the guests. - [caws]

- No, stop.

No, no, no, no, wait, no!

- [shattering]

- ANNIE: What--na--no!

No!

Don't do that! - [crows cawing]

- ANNIE: No! Uh!

[yelling]

- ♪

- Forget saving the party.

We have to save the house.

- [doorbell rings]

- Who ordered roadkill specials?

- ANNIE: Is that Dad's credit card?

- [gasps]

Dad never lets me use his credit card.

- How can I help you?

- We'll take a dozen of your free-range eggs, please.

- Certainly.

- These are really special.

Believe me when I say you won't find these

kind of eggs anywhere else.

- [squeak]

- BOTH: Ah!

- [laughs] Gotcha!

Happy Halloween!

- I don't think I want eggs after all.

- Helen, you promised.

- [crows cawing] - [bubbles popping]

- [cawing continues]

- They're ruining everything.

And the party's supposed to be starting.

- You want them to leave?

We'll just ask them nicely.

They're our buddies, they'll listen.

- [crows cawing]

- Well, huh, this has been fun,

but it's getting late, and--[yawns]--

I'm sure you all have nests to get back to.

- [crows cawing] - [plate shatters]

- Pony, the crows are only out for themselves.

They aren't our buddies.

- ♪

- [crow caws]

- PONY: Not our buddies?

- ANNIE: No.

Buddies don't make a mess at other buddies' houses

or ruin their parties.

- ♪ Buddies don't make a mess at other buddies' houses ♪

♪ Or ruin their parties

- Annie, you're right.

They're not acting much like friends.

- Our real friends will be here any minute.

- [plate crashing]

- We've gotta get rid of these crows!

- Don't worry, I've got a plan.

- [crows cawing]

- ♪

- [gasps] Pony, you're doing it.

But, wait, how are you doing it?

- [wind whistling]

- [gasps]

Dad's pumpkins.

- The crow's love 'em.

It's only a couple. Dad'll never know.

- [wind whistling]

- [smash]

- Whoa, did that look like one of our pumpkins to you?

- How can you even tell the difference?

- Easy. Our pumpkins are big, bright, orange,

impressive, beautiful,

make a whistling sound as they fall through the air.

- [wind whistling]

- [glass shatters]

- My last sh*t. Gotta make it count.

Hey, Russell!

- ♪

- [wind whistling]

- ♪

- [siren wailing]

- [crow cawing]

- ♪

- Oh, you did it! They're gone!

- Problem solved.

All it took was a hoof of friendship...

and every one of Dad's pumpkins.

- Uh-oh, Mom and Dad are going to k*ll us.

- DAD: Ah!

- BOTH: [gasps]

[screams]

- Dad, we can explain.

- The apartment.

- [light flickering]

- What have you done to it?

It's--it's--

- Magnificent!

What a brilliantly spooky haunted house.

You've done an amazing job, Annie.

All it's missing is some unearthly wails of anguish.

- MALE REPORTER: A real-life Halloween horror today

as a brand-new convertible with a scarecrow at the wheel

went into the harbor. - [gasps]

[yelling]

- Oh, perfect. - Perfect?

Perfect?

This is a disaster area.

- I'll bet people would pay good money

for this kind of haunted house experience.

- Good money you say?

That's my favorite kind.

- [spooky music plays]

- Ooh-ooh-ah! Dare ye enter

the haunted Bramley apartment.

- Hi, Mr. Bramley.

We're here for the party.

- Ooh, that'll be bucks.

- Uh, Annie invited us.

- Right, right.

Well, go on up.

But don't bother the paying customers.

[evil laughing]

Dare ye enter--

- ♪

- Hey, Annie. Great party.

- Thanks, Clara. - [bell dings]

- MOM: Annie, the cheese puffs are ready!

- HESTON: Ahhh!

Mustaches! Get 'em away from me!

- ♪

- ANNIE: Mr. Clops, Mr. Clops, Mr. Clops.

Our collection stinks.

- Yep.

- Hey, Mom. - I already bought you

eight packs of those cards.

I'm not buying you any more.

- But they were all the worst one.

Mr. Clops.

Please, these cards are

the most important thing in the world.

- Oh, I thought the most important thing in the world

was Hero Horse keychains.

- Mom, that was ages ago.

- That was this morning.

Anyway, you two are supposed to be washing apples.

- We're doing it, we're doing it.

Aren't we, Pony?

- Mm-hmm. - Pony!

- [spitting]

Finished! Ew!

Gross!

- Back to the cards.

What else did we get?

- [groans] I hate you, Mr. Clops.

- Hey, we got a nice folder, though.

- I give up. Come on.

We'd better wash off those apples before Dad--

Pony, where are the apples?

- WOMAN: Ooh, they look delicious.

- Oh, those are Bramley's best apples.

Picked and handwashed this morning.

- Look at that shine.

- [gasps] No, stop!

[whispers] Dad, she doesn't wanna eat that.

- [munching]

- Why?

- [gulps]

These are...

delicious.

What types of apples are these?

- Pony apples.

- Poneapples. Mm.

Amazing.

Best apple I've ever eaten.

- I'd like to try a poneapple.

- I'll take one. - Me, too!

- I want to try the best apple.

- Give me one! - I'll take a dozen!

- MAN: Can I get it for pie?

- Ew.

- Mm, oh, these are delicious.

[sniffs]

They smell different.

So sweet. - Thank you.

- Where did you get these?

- Well, actually, they're--

- MOM: We're almost out of apples, George.

- You could tell me later.

Just get more.

- [sighs]

The thing is--

- Get yourself another pack

of those Horse Hero cards, too.

- The thing is, we'll get some more!

- [cash register dings]

So--[licks]--is any of this--[licks]--

feel wrong?

- Mm, yes, the part where we get apples

covered in spit to Dad and don't tell him

where we got them.

- So, should we stop?

- Yes, and we will.

If we just get one card that isn't Mr. Clops,

I'll be happy.

Clops, Clops, Clops, Clops, Clops.

[gasps] Colt Nebula!

- Boo! - Oh, stop.

He's a good one.

- He sabotaged Hero Horse's cruiser

in the starship incident in episode five.

- Who cares?

We did it!

We actually got a good one.

Colt Nebula.

- So no more poneapples? - Nope.

No more poneapples.

- DAD: More poneapples, everyone!

Loads more!

Here she comes now.

- Uh.

- [munches] [gasps]

- ♪

- You two, we need more poneapples!

- No, no, no, uh, Dad, I really have to--

- Keep the poneapples coming,

and you can have all the cards you want.

- Uh, okay!

- Ahh!

[spitting]

Whew.

- ♪

- [cash register dings]

- Ah-ah-ah!

[spits]

- ♪

- Ah-ah-ah!

- [cash register dings]

- [munching]

- ♪

- [cash register dinging]

- Yes! Shiny Equanova.

We only need one more.

- My mouth is drying up.

I think I'm running out of spit.

- Think slobbery thoughts!

We almost have the whole collection.

Just a few more crates.

So get slurping.

- This still feels kind of wrong.

[mumbles] On a wrong scale,

this is near the limit.

- Yes, but look how happy they made everyone.

It's okay as long as no one finds out.

And how would anyone find out?

- I'd like to meet your supplier.

- Huh?

- [whispers] Now they may find out.

- My supplier? Why?

- We're selling tons of these poneapples.

It would be a disaster if they suddenly

just dried up.

- They, um, come from, uh...

a special contact.

He only talks to me.

He's very, very shy.

- And very funny and handsome.

- Ooh, I'd like to meet him.

- Hey!

Take me to him.

- Hmm.

- No more cards until I meet the poneapple supplier.

- ♪

- Okay, let me do the talking.

- ♪

- Oh, hi, Pony.

You waiting for the contact, too?

- Oh, uh, yes.

Yes, I am.

Here he is.

- That's a cat.

- It's the, um, supplier's cat. - [meows]

- It'll lead us to him.

- [meows]

- ♪

- [grunts] - [groans]

- ♪

- [groans]

- [slurping]

- ♪

- [meows]

- ♪

- [doorbell rings]

- ♪

- Oh, hi, Annie,

Mr. Bramley, Pony.

- Wait, you're the poneapple supplier?

- ♪

- Yes.

- Wow. I had no idea you were into farming.

You have an orchard?

- ♪

- Yes.

- Tell me all about the poneapples.

- Uh, gee, what's there to tell?

- Why doesn't he show us instead?

- Yeah, yeah, I'd love to see your orchard.

- Uh...

- DAD: I've been a farmer for years,

and I've never seen anything like it.

I mean, it looks like an oak tree.

- Yes, it does.

Almost exactly.

- ♪

- I'm amazed.

And this is a park tree.

So, why does Gerry charge you?

- Gerry owns the park.

- You own the park?

- Uh...

- I mean, his family are the real owners.

But someday, this will all be his.

- Well, there's no time to waste.

We've got poneapples to sell.

I'll go get the wheelbarrow.

Oh, sorry, Gerry.

Is it okay if I run on your grass?

- Um, yes, that's okay.

I was in the middle of a Dragon Town game at home.

- Well, now you own a park,

and you're an accomplice in a web of lies.

Oh, but don't worry.

As soon as I get that last card, this will all be over.

- [mumbles] It's over now.

I'm out of spit.

- But Dad will be back any minute!

No more poneapples means no more cards!

- There is, uh, one thing we could try.

- We need to complete the set, Pony.

Do whatever it takes.

- Uh, I hope Gerry doesn't see that.

Where are they?

- [munching]

Mm, mmm.

Better than ever.

- ♪

- [whispers] I would not wanna eat those apples.

- [whispers] Everyone knows pigs are very clean animals.

- Wow, Annie, you've almost got the whole set.

- Just that last one to go.

- Yeah, Mr. Clops.

Hm, I thought that was the easiest one to get.

- Mr. Clops? Mr. Clops?

We've got tons of Mr. Clops.

- That's it then.

We've got the whole collection.

- Yeah, we're done.

- Just-picked poneapples.

Ooh!

The health inspector's gonna be so impressed.

- Uh! - Health inspector?

- If anyone's gonna figure out what we've been up to,

it's a health inspector.

We have to get those apples back before she tries one.

- ♪

- [machine beeping] - Hm.

- [machine beeps]

- If the health inspector tests those apples,

she'll shut down the stall for sure!

And it's all my fault!

- Uh, you'll never make it in time.

[heavy breathing]

- ♪

- Step aside!

As the owner of this park,

I'm commandeering this vehicle!

- ♪

- We don't all fit.

- You're right.

- [brakes squeal]

- ♪

- [brakes squealing]

- [crash]

- Ha! Diversion!

- You don't yell "diversion".

- What should I yell?

- You don't yell anything at all.

- That's not very dramatic.

- [machine beeping]

- Your so-called just-picked apple

is tainted with animal saliva.

- [crowd gasps]

- [gagging]

- Pony!

- Uh-oh!

- Pig saliva, to be precise.

- Pig!

- [oink]

- Helen and George Bramley,

I'm afraid you failed the inspection.

- But I don't understand.

- I'm going to have to close-- - Stop-p-p-p-p-p!

This isn't their fault.

I did it for the cards!

- It wasn't just her!

I think you'll find that most of these apples

are tainted with horse saliva, too.

- [crowd chatter]

- What? I thought we were doing the honesty thing.

- ♪

- Is that Colt Nebula? - Boo!

- You know Hero Horse?

- Of course.

I've been collecting them for ages.

Well, trying to.

All I ever get is Mr. Clops.

- We almost have the whole set!

- Tell you what, I'll trade you.

I'll let you off with a violation

if you give me your cards.

- ♪

- Okay, deal.

- I have saliva-covered apples here.

That's violations.

How many cards do you have?

- Not counting Mr. Clops...

.

- ♪

- Just the right amount!

That worked out perfectly.

- MOM: [clears throat]

- I wouldn't be so sure.

- ♪

- How many more?

- Don't ask, just scrub.

- ♪

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