01x18 - Bramley Holiday

[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

- [screams]

- ♪ It's Pony, Pony, Pony, Pony ♪

♪ It's Pony, Pony, Pony, Pony

♪ It's Pony ♪

- ANNIE: Pony!

- ♪

- [yawns]

[gasps] Nana B is arriving today!

- PONY: Annie, quick!

- Is she already here?

- ♪

- Look! Look! - [gasps]

- ♪

- That guy's looking in his trunk.

- Nothing anything else?

- [gasps]

He's finished.

- It's snowing.

Pony, there is snow everywhere.

- ♪

- Oh yeah.

- No time to lose.

Let's do our snow day traditions.

Snowball fight, sledding down Heebee-Jeebie Hill,

building a snowman!

- Get my head stuck in a fence.

- That's not a tradition.

Traditions are things you do every year.

- ♪

- Uh!

- ♪

- [groaning]

- [crash]

- ♪

- Uh-ah! Ah!

- [crash]

- Hm, maybe it is.

- Ah, always makes me feel festive.

- And we can do it all with Nana B.

She's coming today for the holiday.

- Hooray! Edith is coming!

- Why do you call her that?

Her name is Ruth.

Let's get ready.

- [groans] - [grunts]

- What's going on?

- Suitcase sledding?

- We have some exciting news. - [gasps]

- Nana injured her ankle.

- Whoo!

- That's not it, Pony.

- So, she can't travel.

- Whoo!

- Pony, wait for the right moment.

- So, we've decided to go and visit her.

- We're flying to Clifton.

- What?

Now, Pony.

- Whoo!

Hang on, is that good news?

- Yes!

Haven't you seen where Nana B lives?

- ♪

- Ooh, good for traditions.

- ANNIE: Exactly.

We'll make the best snowballs.

- And a giant snowman!

Is there a fence for my head?

- We'll find one.

And the best part is, we're all flying there!

- Well...

not all of us.

- [whispers] Who's he talking about?

- ♪

- Uh, great.

So, she'll be like this the whole week?

- I did warn you.

- I didn't have a choice.

Ponies aren't allowed on the plane.

- Hm.

- We had to see my mother.

She's all alone, and the holidays are a time for family.

Besides, flying is exciting.

I'm sure Annie will enjoy it once she's on the plane.

- [squish] - [bell dings]

- FEMALE ATTENDANT: Ladies and gentlemen, fasten--

- [groans]

- We're not even sitting together?

- It was last minute. We were lucky.

- Annie?

You okay up there?

- [farts]

- DAD: She's fine.

She'll cheer up when we get to Nana B's.

These seats are clearly not designed

for healthy farmers.

- George? - Huh?

- Does your mother like me?

- Of course she does.

Why wouldn't she--wait, is this about

the fruitcake prank? - Yeah.

Do you think she's still mad?

- She was fine, stop worrying about that.

It was funny. - Oh, I hope so.

Do you have idea how hard it was

to get a chicken in that fruitcake?

- Uh, I wonder what Pony is doing right now.

- Alright, you filthy animals.

You're not here for a holiday.

You're here because I'm getting paid.

So, stay out of everything, and we'll be just fine.

Now...whose turn is it?

- [clucking]

- Uh, where's that big, weird dog?

- [beeping]

- [gasps] He's stowing away.

Of course he is.

Good old Pony.

- ♪

- You dropped that bag.

Hey, stop!

He's not going to make it onto the plane!

- ♪

- [bell ding] - Annie!

Fasten your seatbelt!

Getting ready to take off!

- ♪

- Pony!

- [thud] - [gasps]

Phew, it's just a cello.

No harm done.

- ♪

- Hey, this is an active taxiway.

You can't be here, it's dangerous.

- PONY: Wait for me!

Ahhh! - Pony!

- PONY: Annie?

Am I on the plane?

- Not yet!

- ♪

- What?

- PONY: What happened?

- [phone ringing] - Dad!

- DAD: Annie, why did you get off?

- Uh, there were reasons.

- PONY: Hi, Dad!

- DAD: Oh, those reasons.

- ATTENDANT: Sir, please put your phone away.

- DAD: We have to turn this plane around.

- ATTENDANT: Sir, you have to turn your phone off.

- DAD: But it's an emergency!

- ATTENDANT: Sir! - DAD: Hey!

- MOM: George, what's happening?

- DAD: Let go of that! - MOM: Annie! Pony!

Go home, and we'll catch the next flight back.

- [phone beeping]

- We've been left behind.

- No Mom and Dad for hours and hours.

- We're all alone.

- Just the two of us.

Who knows when they'll get back.

You know what this means.

- ♪

- Look out, world!

- Annie and Pony are doing snow stuff!

- Snowball fight, sledding, snowman!

- Head in a fence!

- ♪

- BOTH: [laughing]

- ♪

- [crash]

- ♪

- [plop]

- ♪

♪

- [camera shutter snapping]

- ♪

- Come on, you're taking forever!

- Found it!

- That's the first one you tried on.

- Oh, maybe I should-- - No, no, no.

That one's perfect. - Okay.

- Come on, let's go!

- Snow fun here we come!

- BOTH: We're back!

- No!

- What? Already?

- It's been six hours.

- Six hours, Pony.

Six hours.

- I do look fabulous though.

- I thought I'd get a huge hug, at least.

- We haven't done any of our snow stuff.

And now we have to leave again?

- Actually, we're not going.

- Dad isn't allowed to fly anymore.

- Apparently, cellphones aren't allowed.

Even in emergencies.

- Neither is yelling at the flight attendant.

- So no Nana B this year?

Can't we just drive?

- I'm afraid not, honey.

- Yeah, the truck's been plowed in.

- ♪

- But we always see Nana B.

That's what makes it a winter holiday.

- ♪

- Snow fun anyone?

- Go on, Annie, we have to unpack.

- You might as well go enjoy the snow.

- ♪

- Come on, Pony. - Whoo-hoo!

- ♪

- Okay, I have a plan.

I'll hit 'em with the pogo Pony,

and you bring the cold thunder--

- Wish you were here, Annie.

- Annie? Annie?

- Sorry. Yes, I'm ready.

Uh, good plan.

- ♪

- [loud stomping]

- Ha, it's Pony.

What's he doing?

- Who cares? Load up.

- Hey, Pony!

Eat snow!

- ♪

- Cold thunder!

- We could be doing that, Annie.

- PONY: Annie!

- ♪

- Ah!

- PONY: Retreat!

- ♪

- I'm sorry, Pony.

Heebee-Jeebie Hill?

Uh, you sure you don't want a sled?

- Please, I have my own personal sled.

Uh, Pony sled!

- ♪

- Oh.

- Uh-huh.

Uh-oh! - Oh.

- ♪

- [laughing]

- ♪

- NANA B: Elbows in, head down.

Watch out for the trees!

- Ahh!

Ah!

- [crash]

- PONY: [groaning]

- Uh, I'm sorry, Pony.

I just feel so guilty about leaving Nana B alone.

- Building a snowman will make you feel better.

- Yeah, you're right.

- I'm still alone.

- [thud]

- ♪

- Ah!

- ♪

- [knocking at door] - Mr. Pancks!

- [door clicks]

- [knocking at door] - We had to cancel the trip.

So, I can take the chickens back.

Mr. Pancks? - [knocking at door]

- Guess I'll come back later.

- MR. PANCKS: [moaning] - [clucking]

- [mumbling] Come back!

- Sorry I'm no fun, Pony.

Uh, I can't get Nana's sad face out of my head.

- Why? 'Cause we ruined the holidays

for Nana and the family?

Nah, that can't be it.

- That is it, Pony.

[sighs] I wish I could see her for real.

- ♪

- Great show, everybody.

We hit the road in an hour.

Next stop, Clifton.

- He said Clifton. - Mm.

Why does that sound familiar?

- That's where Nana lives.

Maybe we can hitch a ride with them

and see Nana after all.

- Great, I love Edith.

- Ruth, Pony.

Her name is Ruth.

Excuse me.

Would you be able to take me and my family

to Clifton?

- Sure, we've got a bus.

We'd love to take every weirdo and their dog.

Yah, jump on our free bus.

It's the holidays, we'll be your personal taxi service.

- Really?

- No, it's cast only.

- How odd.

- ♪

- Cast only, eh?

Pony, call Mom and Dad.

We're off to see Nana.

- ♪

- Do you really think this will work?

- [whispers] It has to.

- Ssh, everybody just act natural.

- ♪

- PONY: What could go wrong?

- ♪

- CAST: ♪ Over the river and through the woods ♪

♪ To Grandmother's house we go ♪

♪ The horses know the way to carry the sleigh ♪

♪ Through the white and drifted snow ♪

- Now? - No, leave them alone.

- Now?

- Stop playing with them.

You're calling attention to us.

- But they're supposed to light up and play a song.

I got the worst costume.

Dad, trade with me. - Ssh.

- I'd be a much jollier Santa.

- ♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪

- Oh no. Oh, no, no, no, no.

They are starting another one.

Two hours. They've been singing two hours, Helen.

Two hours.

How can anyone have that much showbiz in them?

- ♪ Fa la la la la la - Helen?

- Am I not funny?

- Are you still thinking about the fruitcake prank?

- Why didn't she find it funny?

- It was funny, wasn't it?

- [laughs] Hilarious!

- Really?

- He laughs at everything.

- No, he doesn't.

- [laughing]

Hoofs. [laughs]

- How much longer until we get to Nana's?

- Five minutes less than the last time you asked.

- Uh, okay.

We just need to stay hidden a little longer.

- Right. Keep a low profile.

- Exactly.

- ♪ Ah ♪

- Ah, it's finished... finally.

- PONY: Hello.

I'm Reindeer.

I have a song I'd like to sing.

- It's okay, he's undercover.

- This is a little classic I like to call Stowaways.

- [gulps]

- [deep breath]

♪ We're stow--

- [door slams] - [brakes squeal]

- ♪

- Oh. - [sighs]

- This is what happens when we bring him with us.

- It was just a bad song choice.

And singer.

- There's no use pointing fingers.

The important thing is what we do next.

And I say we turn back.

- What? Mom, no!

We're almost there.

- Well, no, Annie's right.

If we just keep walking on this road,

we'll be there in a couple of hours.

In time for dinner.

- Easy.

Nana B, here we come.

Pony!

- They're still not working.

- Look how bendy the road is.

Well, we can save a lot of time

if we take a shortcut through here.

- No, this is the way.

The moment we step off the road, we'll be lost.

- The moment we step off the road?

- Pony.

- I just find that hard to believe.

- [heartbeat pumping]

- ♪

- Uh, you were right.

There's nothing out here.

Not even a fence to get my head stuck in.

- No. And no cellphone service either.

We're hopelessly lost.

What are we going to do?

- Well, we could-- - And you don't say turn back.

We don't even know which way back is.

- ♪

- Thanks a lot, Reindeer.

- Well, if you didn't try to leave him behind

the first time, we wouldn't be in this predicament.

- What was I supposed to do?

His ticket was gonna cost us a fortune.

- [gasps]

I thought you said ponies weren't allowed on the plane!

- It's complicated.

- No, it isn't.

Were ponies allowed or not?

- Uh, technically--

- Dad! - Oh, George.

I don't believe you.

He's part of the family.

- Chh, we just say that.

We don't mean it.

- ♪

- The tickets were expensive.

And I wanted to see Mommy.

- [chuckles] Mommy?

- I mean Mom. Nana.

Look, you know how things go with him.

- [gasps]

- What do you mean?

- ♪

- Oh yeah, fair enough.

- Come on, we need to get there before it gets dark.

- ♪

- [splat] - Ooh!

Hey! Who did that?

- I did.

That's for leaving Pony!

- [groans]

I'm sorry, okay?

Uhh! - [groans]

- [laughs]

- What are you laughing at? Uh.

- [groans]

- Guys, please.

- ♪

- [bell jingles]

- ♪

- [stick cracks]

- [groans]

Oh, so that's how it's gonna be? Uh.

- [groan]

- Oh!

- ♪

- Very--ow.

- [groans]

- ♪

- [giggling]

- ♪

- [laughs]

- [laughing]

- ♪

- Uh!

- [laughs]

- [giggling]

- ♪

- [music stops]

- [laughing]

- ♪

- Nobody move.

- You're making it kind of easy.

But okay.

- Pony.

- [bear growling]

- Okay, everybody move!

- [bear growling] - ALL: [screaming]

- ♪

- Look, a cave!

Everybody in!

- ♪

- [bear moans]

- DAD: Ssh.

- [bear sniffing]

- ♪

- Did we lose it?

- I think so.

- I still haven't forgiven you, Dad.

- I know, Annie. I'm sorry.

- Then you are forgiven.

- Pony, no, he's not.

- Oh, okay.

You are not forgiven.

- You're not fair to Pony, Dad.

He's loyal and caring, and he's always there for us.

He's just not as much trouble as you make him

out to be.

- [music plays]

- Hey, I got it working!

- [bear growling]

- ALL: [screaming]

- GEORGE: Uh, oh!

- George!

- [bear growling]

- Dad!

- ♪

- Stay away from my dad!

I don't want to hurt you!

- ♪

- [slaps]

- [bear growling]

- Ahh!

- Pony!

- ♪

- [bear growling]

- PONY: Ah!

- [crash]

- Ah!

- [rocks crumbling]

- ANNIE: Where is he?

- [music stops]

- Oh no! - [gasps]

It can't be!

- He did it for you, George.

- Oh, what a sacrifice.

- ♪

- PONY: They saved us all.

- ♪

- I really loved those antlers.

Now they're gone.

- Pony! You're okay!

- You're alright. - You made it.

But how?

- You threw the antlers off the cliff,

and the bear followed.

That's genius!

- [crying]

What was I thinking?

I should get those back.

- No! - Ah!

- DAD: Uh, thank goodness we're all safe and sound.

- But we're still totally and utterly lost.

- I wish we had some way of knowing where we are,

but all I can see are trees.

- Uh!

- ♪

- Hey, where's Annie?

- Up here!

Come on up!

I can see everything from up here.

Oh, it all looks the same.

Wait, it could be down there.

Those trees look like the ones

from Nana B's holiday card.

So do those.

- Which one is it?

- I don't know.

Quick, somebody make me feel guilty.

- What? Why?

- Well, I see the picture in my head

whenever I feel bad about Nana B.

Come on, lay it on me.

- You never tell me how handsome I am.

- No, no, about Nana.

- Oh, right.

You never tell Nana how handsome she is.

- Hm, nope, not enough.

- You never sent a thank you note

for the birthday present she got you.

- Good. More.

- You never call her.

She always has to call you.

- She only sees us once a year,

but you ruined the holidays, and now she's all alone,

and it's all your fault.

- ♪

- ANNIE: Yes!

That's it.

That's the way to Nana's house.

- We're going to make it.

- ALL: Whoo!

- Wait a minute, I did send her a text

on her birthday. - [tree cracks]

- ♪

- ALL: [screaming]

- Hey, sledding!

- MOM AND DAD: [screaming]

- We're heading straight for Nana's!

- DAD: There's her house!

Ahhh!

- Uh! - Hi, Edith!

Bye, Edith!

- ♪

- Ahhh!

Why does your mother live so near to a cliff?

- Her town is called Clifton, Helen.

- ♪

- Pony, Annie, I have something to say.

Uhh! Ah!

I just wanted to say that--ah!

- Jeez, Dad, is now the time?

- I just wanted to say, Pony,

you are part of the family!

- ♪

- Aw, thanks, Snow Dad.

You are, too.

- I didn't think it would end like this.

- ♪

- It won't.

Everybody, grab the Annie Cane.

Whoa! - Ahh!

- Ah! - Uh!

- ♪

- Ah! Uh! - Oof!

- ♪

- The last tradition!

Now it's a holiday.

Little help?

- I can't believe we made it.

- And I can't believe we got to do

all of our traditions. - [knocking at door]

- ♪

- [bell dings]

- ♪

- Oh, you made it! - Nana!

- Edith! - Mommy!

- I'm so happy to see you all.

It makes me want to kick up my heels.

- Nana B, your ankle.

- We thought you were hurt.

- Ha! You fell for it.

It was just a prank to get you here

for the holidays.

Gotcha!

- [laughs]

I get it.

We almost d*ed. [laughing]

Totally worth it.

- Now we're even, Helen.

- Even?

We almost got eaten by a bear.

- Oh, cheer up, Santa.

You all look so festive.

Come on, let's get a family photo.

- Ooh, I'll take it.

- Your prank was funnier, Mom.

- It was, wasn't it?

- ♪

- Everybody say "Pony."

- Hold on a minute.

This is supposed to be a family photo.

Get in here.

- ALL: Pony!

- [camera shutter clicks]

- Uhh!

- [camera shutter clicking]

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- ["Jingle Bells" plays]

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