01x04 - Horace/The Boot

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- ♪ - [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

- [screams]

- ♪ It's Pony, Pony, Pony, Pony ♪

♪ It's Pony, Pony, Pony, Pony

♪ It's Pony

- ANNIE: Pony!

- ♪

- Brian, what have I told you

about playing video games in school?

- Don't do it. - And what did you do?

- Played video games in school?

- This is your last warning.

Once more and it's detention. Next!

Annie, what have I told you about having a pony in school?

- Don't do it. - And what did you do?

- Had a pony in school.

But it was an emergency!

- [screams]

[sighs in relief]

- I've warned you multiple times.

I'm afraid I have to give you detention.

- No, no! Don't I get a last warning?

- Your last warning was yesterday.

- [screams]

[sighs in relief] - [girls screaming]

- [sighs] I don't believe this.

Detention.

Oh, that plant is as sad as I am.

- This plant and I have been through a lot together.

But I'm afraid it may be time to say goodbye.

- Oh, Principal Ramiro... well, maybe it's not so bad.

Let me take a look at it. - What can you do?

- My family are farmers.

I bet we can bring it back to life.

- Oh, Annie, that would mean so much to me.

Thank you. - Happy to help.

Of course, it's going to require a lot of care around the clock,

which is going to be tricky

if I'm stuck in detention all week.

- Fine.

If you can fix my plant, then no detention.

- PONY: Annie!

How'd it go?

- She let me off. - She did?

That's great! Let's go have fun.

- If we can fix her plant. - Mm, not fun.

- Pony, we have to.

If I can make it better by the end of the week,

then goodbye detention.

- It's dead.

- Hello, detention.

- What was that? - Nothing.

It can't be dead. - It is.

As good as dead, anyway.

- So, not dead. What should we do?

It has to recover. Has to.

- Isn't it nice to see Annie

taking such an interest in the family business?

- Uh, sure.

- Please, Dad. We have to try and save it.

Tell us what to do.

- It's a long sh*t, but there are a few things you can try.

Check the roots and trim away any rot.

Repot it into a slightly smaller planter.

Keep its soil moist, but not too wet.

Give it plenty of sunlight.

And keep the bugs away from it.

- [flies buzzing]

- I think we made it worse.

- I can't believe it.

I'm gonna get detention.

- [knock at door]

- How's the patient?

- Well, we did everything Dad told us, but it's not working.

- Hmm, did you try talking to it?

- What? Why? - Nobody knows.

Plants just seem to love conversation.

They're not that different from people, you know?

Well, good night.

- Oh, okay.

So, um, hi.

How was your, uh...

What do you...

Ugh! You try.

- Shame on you for keeping Annie and me from having fun!

- No! Pony! Say nice things.

Pretend it's a friend. - It's not.

- Pretend it is.

- Hmm. Hi, I'm Pony.

I'm a Pisces who likes supernatural romance fiction,

throwing things at Dog, and going to school with Annie.

I mean, not going to school with Annie.

- Whoa, you're a natural. Hey, keep going.

- "I was awakened by fluttering bat wings.

The vampire had arrived."

Are you even listening?

- [plant rustles] - It's working.

"My heart skipped a thousand beats

"as the Undead One took me in his arms.

His perfect marble skin reflected the moonlight."

- [sighs] Good-old Pony.

- Annie? - Hi, Principal Ramiro.

- How's my plant? - Great.

It's being cared for by the best in the business.

- Ready? Hold on tight.

I said, hold on tight.

- [thud]

- [creaking]

- [lullaby music]

- [baby gurgling]

- [ding] - PONY: Oh, he likes music.

Annie's gonna be so happy.

- Detention! - [gasps]

- BRIAN: Jump, jump, jump.

No, please! - Sorry, Brian.

You've had ample warnings. I'll see you Friday.

- Not Friday!

I'll miss the Super Happy Fun Time Parade.

- Don't worry, Brian.

The parade isn't that much of a super happy fun time.

Oh, what am I saying? It's gonna be awesome!

- I heard there's gonna be a fire eater.

- I heard they're flying in a herd of elephants.

- [sobs]

- I got you.

I'll record it on my phone for you, Brian.

- Yeah, it'll be just like being there.

You're coming. Right, Annie?

- That's Friday? Um, wouldn't miss it.

Oh, uh, I just need to check on something.

Hey, Pony, guess what Friday is?

The Super Happy Fun Time Parade.

If I'm not in detention, we can go.

- PONY: That's good news. - [opera singing in background]

- Clara says there's gonna be-- hey, what's that music?

- It's opera. Horace loves the opera.

- [hangs up]

- Horace?

Pony, I'm home!

Where is he?

Pony? Oh!

- Shh!

He's sleeping.

He's had a busy day.

- ANNIE: Looks like you have too.

- Isn't he just a little angel when he's asleep?

Ah, now you've done it. You woke him up!

He's so cranky when he doesn't get his afternoon nap.

Wakey wakey, little guy.

You ready for some refreshment?

- I got this. - What on earth are you doing?

- Watering it?

- With tap water? Horace can't drink that!

He only drinks Dusty Mountain Spring Water.

Pure, from the source.

- He does look good.

Very green. - And perky.

He got two new baby fronds today.

Didn't you, my little Horkums?

There you go, little buddy. Drink up.

- Hmm. You know what, Pony?

You've done an amazing job with Horace.

And--and with him all better,

we can definitely go to the parade on Friday.

- Hmm, Friday could be tricky.

I haven't booked a sitter. - Uh, for Horace?

Pony, we're giving Horace back to Principal Ramiro on Friday.

- [deep, throaty gasp]

Giving him back? But he belongs here now!

You can't send him back to that...barbarian.

Who knows what she might do to him?

- Oh, I wouldn't worry.

You know Pony. He gets obsessed.

But he'll move on before you know it.

- PONY: Lights out, everyone. Bedtime.

- Hmm, you think so? - Absolutely.

I bet by tomorrow, he's obsessed with yo-yos.

- I said, lights out.

- ♪

- PONY: Bye, Annie!

Say goodbye to Annie, Horace.

- Come on, yo-yos.

- Guys, here.

I got these for us for the parade.

- These are great. You can see everything.

- Mm! - Uh, booger, right nostril.

- You'll be there. Right, Annie?

- Oh, yeah. I'll be there.

- PRINCIPAL RAMIRO: As long as you're not in detention.

- [gasps]

- It's almost the end of the week.

If I'm not mistaken, I'll be getting my plant back.

- Absolutely! It's in safe hooves.

- Hooves? - Did I say "hooves"?

I meant hands.

- Ha! You had me worried there, Annie.

For a second I thought you'd left it with Pony.

Can you imagine?

Just think of what he could do to it.

It's like you want to spend the rest of your life in detention.

- Pony!

Pony?

Hi, Dad. Have you seen Pony?

- Nope. - I gotta find him.

- Take the garbage if you're goin' out.

- We're out of spring water.

That must be where he went.

Excuse me? Hi. Did a pony come in here

and buy all of the Dusty Mountain Spring Water?

- Mm-mm. - I thought for sure that--

- We were already sold out when he got here.

- [gasps] So a pony was here! - Oh, yeah.

No, he was really bummed when I told him we were out.

He made quite a scene.

- [static]

- [crash]

- [static]

[static]

- Oh.

What's all that stuff he's buying?

- Hmm, uh, boots, backpack,

ice axe, mittens,

a map of Dusty Mountain.

- Come on, Horace.

Hang in there, buddy.

Not far to go now.

[inhales sharply] It's okay.

We're there. [pants]

It must be...

just...over this hill.

- [wind gusting]

- Why?! [sobs]

I'm sorry I couldn't save you, Horace!

- [horn fanfare] - PONY: Oh!

The Dusty Mountain water source.

You did it. You made it.

Drink up, little buddy.

- [splash]

- [screams]

- [splash]

- Whew!

Aah!

I'm coming, Horace!

I'll save you!

- [thud]

- [grunts]

- [thud]

- [screams]

Oh, gotcha!

- [leaves rustling]

- Horace!

- [thud] - Huh?

Aah! - [thud]

- Annie, you saved Horace.

And you climbed Dusty Mountain. It's cold, right?

- Look, Pony, this has to stop. - What?

- It's time to take Horace back where he belongs.

- Peru? - No, Principal Ramiro's office.

That was the deal. - But it's my Horace.

- But it's my detention. What's more important?

Me missing an hour of free time after school or you...

missing Horace?

- Forever.

- Forever.

- [water rushing]

- It d*ed.

- [cheerful parade music]

- Oh, man.

I can't believe we're missing the parade.

- I'm just happy knowing that Pony and Horace are together.

- Horace? Who's Horace?

Check out my yo-yo.

Suh-wing! Ow!

- ♪

- I'm bored.

- I'm bored.

- We should do something. - Yes. What's the plan?

- I'm out of ideas.

Why don't you come up with a plan this time?

- On it.

- [happy carnival music]

♪

- Ugh.

- ♪

- [rumbling]

- Oh! You've been thinking forever.

What are we doing? - I'm baking a plan here, Annie.

It takes a while for them to cook.

- I'm sure it's fine. What's the plan?

- Okay, it's not totally ready yet.

We get a bow tie, go to the zoo, and...

- BOTH: [gasping]

- [growls]

- I was wrong. Your plan was not fine!

- I told you it wasn't ready.

- Now I remember why I make the plans.

- Okay, okay. We'll make a better one.

- [happy carnival music]

- [growls]

- Aah! It climbs! The bear climbs!

- I got this. Give me your boot.

- [gulps] [growls]

- That was the plan? - Half of it.

- Well, what was the other half?

- BEAR: [growls] - [gasps] Pony, no!

- [tranquilizer dart] - [growls]

- [thud]

- ANNIE: Lucky for us the zookeeper had a good plan...

and a tranquilizer dart.

- Mine was good too. It just needed time.

It was only half baked. - These are my only boots.

What's Mom going to say?

- Relax. I bet she won't mention it.

- Boots, boots, boots!

That's it! - That's what?

- Our theme for this year's calendar photo.

- [gasps]

- Uh-oh. - The photo sh**t is today?

- [shutter click]

- It is. And your mom's brilliant theme

is sure to get us January.

- Every year we have a crummy photo and a crummy month,

like November.

But this year, we're gonna have a great photo and a great month.

- Goodbye, November.

Hello, January.

- You sold me. I'm in. - You're out.

You don't even have boots.

- Well, neither does-- - ANNIE: Pony!

- You're kicking me.

- And guess what?

Annie's gonna be the star!

You're gonna be front and center,

wearing your beautiful shiny green boot--

- Where did she go?

- [pants]

- Boots, boots, boots.

Mobility scooter.

- MAN: Guess how many jelly beans are in the jar and win

a brand-new mobility scooter!

- One, two, three--no, I already counted the purple one.

Where was I?

I better start again. - Not now, Pony!

We've gotta find a boot for the picture.

- Where are we gonna do that?

- ANNIE: There are tons of shoe stores around here.

One of them is bound to have my style and size.

- No. - No.

- No. - No.

- Yes. - No.

- Nah, man.

- Wait, two shops back said yes.

- Yes!

[pants] Excuse me, those green boots in the window?

- That's our last pair. Size .

- That's my size! I'll take 'em.

- You will when it's your turn. Back of the line.

- [groans]

- Pony, go outside and keep an eye on those boots.

- [knocks]

- Who are those for?

- Nobody. Just display.

- For giants?

- No, they're just for show.

- To show the giants? - There are no giants.

It's just to show people what we sell.

Please don't knock any more.

- [knocks] - Who's that for?

- Not for giants!

- This guy is obsessed with giants.

- Stop knocking!

- [knock on glass] - SALESMAN: [screams]

- [crashing]

- [struggling]

- BOTH: [groaning and screaming]

- Are you telling me I waited in this long line for nothing?

- Sorry, we don't sell baby shoes.

- [galloping]

- [gasps]

[grunts]

- Aah! - [woman screams]

- [grunts]

- [smack]

- [splash]

- Ha-ha! You "shoed" be so...

no, that's-- rest "ashoed"--no, yeah.

The shoe must--

- Come on. - He started it.

- I'm next in line to buy those...boots!

- The green ones?

We sold them. - To who?

- No clue, but they left those behind.

- [flies buzzing]

- We have to find who these belong to.

Pony, smell these.

- [inhales deeply, snorts]

- You know what to do. - I know what to do.

- [inhales, snorts]

- Ready? Everybody say "celery"!

- No one say "celery". We need Annie.

- Celery! - George!

- Come on, veg heads, we haven't got all day.

Mr. January ready right here. Ha-ha!

- I'll come back for you two after I sh**t the nut.

- Better go find her, George.

Nut guy won't be winning this time.

- [pants] Pony!

What are you doing?

What? No. No, no, no!

- I knew what to do.

- You were supposed to use the scent of the shoes to track

whoever bought my boots!

- Did you smell those things? They really needed a wash.

- Ugh! Well, that's it.

That was our only lead.

And those were the only boots.

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

- [happy carnival music]

- Mom is going to be so bummed.

She loves that calendar.

[gasps] Pony! - Aah!

- Follow those boots!

- ♪

- There they are.

Beatrice! - Hey, Annie.

Hi, Pony. Do you like my new boots?

- I do.

There's something about them.

- Yeah. They're mine!

- They're not yours. They're mine.

- Beatrice, why did you buy green boots?

- My old shoes were stinky.

And like Pony says, there's something about them.

- So if your old shoes were fresh and clean,

you'd take 'em back? - Maybe.

- Don't move.

- ♪

- ANNIE: Here you go!

All fresh and clean.

- Those look like my sneakers, but...

- PONY: We shrunk 'em.

- I don't want these.

- Please, I need those boots for the picture.

The calendar. January depends on it.

- You're not making any sense.

- I have a plan. - We don't need ideas.

We need Beatrice to give me the boots.

No, I don't want these.

- [splash]

- I--I want the boots!

- I put the boots in the box.

I was trying to give them to you.

- Oh!

We got the boots.

- Nope. The fountain has the boots.

- [gasps]

[sighs]

[gasps]

- [pipe gurgling]

- [rumbling]

- [whirring]

- ♪

- Mom and Dad are going to be crushed.

I wrecked their January dreams.

Well, maybe if I hide my foot, they won't notice.

- I can still come up with a plan.

- Pony, forget it. It's over. It's--

- [happy carnival music]

- You know what? I've rushed you all day.

Go ahead. Make your plan.

I hope it's a good one.

- [horn honks] - DAD: Annie!

Get in. You're late for the picture.

- Oh, but I-- - DAD: Come on, Mom's waiting!

- [happy carnival music]

- Come on, Annie. Do the pose.

- [nervous laugh] I like this pose better.

- We can only see one boot that way.

- While you figure it out, I'm gonna go sh**t the fish guy.

- Come on, Pony!

- [happy carnival music]

- [creaking and whirring]

- ♪

♪

- [ding]

- [gasps] I've got it!

Still looking for baby shoes? bucks.

I'll take it.

- We don't sell the display boot.

- Yes, you do. It's part of the plan.

- SALESWOMAN: Even if we did-- - Thank you!

- SALESWOMAN: --it would cost a lot more than that!

- PONY: Whoa!

- [whirring]

- [timer dings]

- Ha, ha!

Zero jelly beans in the jar. I win!

- [tires screeching]

- MOM: Come on, Annie. I'm getting a cramp in my foot.

- Put your foot in.

This picture is very important to your mother.

- Make way!

Coming through! Pony at the wheel!

- ♪

- [hums to self]

Aah...

incoming!

[grunts]

- ♪

- [camera shutter click]

- DAD: Ah, November again.

- There's always next year.

And if we start planning now, we'll definitely be January.

Let's brainstorm. Any ideas?

- Hmm.

I have half a plan.

- [growls]

- Quick, give me your boot!

- ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah

♪

- [Nickelodeon theme]