Racing Stripes Page #3

Yeah, it's time to earn your keep.

Yeah.

There you go. Easy, take it easy.

Yeah, good boy.

There you go.

Come on, now. Come on, Stripes,

just give it a little more.

Little more.

It's gonna be over that much quicker.

Come on, now.

Come on. Come on.

Hey, sweetness.

Look at your bigtime racehorse now.

Yeah, bigtime.

Check it out.

Hey, plow boy, you missed a spot!

Why don't you guys

go choke on an apple.

Come on, darling, don't go getting

your tail in a knot.

Talk to me. You look frustrated,

what's the matter?

What is it gonna take for me to get

to the track so I can have another shot?

I won't blow sun up your tail.

You're from the wrong side of the fence.

The only chance you've got is...

- Forget it, forget it, forget it.

- No. What? What were you gonna say?

You gotta get someone to ride you

so you can show them.

- A human?

- No, we're gonna strap...

...Reggie to your back. Of course a human.

So if you do get to race, you'll be ready.

And pulling that thing can only help.

Put your back into it. Get to work.

Yeah. I will make it to the track, Tucker.

And when I do, I'm gonna beat Pride

and win the big race.

- Whoa, big fella!

- That's the attitude.

Well, like my mama used to say:

"You can put your boots in the oven,

but that won't make them biscuits."

Good boy.

Good boy.

You did all right, huh.

Yeah.

Good boy.

Hey, there's my best boy.

Been working you hard, hasn't he?

I'll see you later.

All right.

I need to find a way to get rid of you.

That could be arranged.

- Who are you?

- Name's Goose.

Always looking to do a favor

for someone that's been in the joint.

- When'd you get out?

- Out of where?

The pokey, the do-right ranch,

the iron-bar inn.

- Come on, you can level with me.

- What are you talking about?

Oh, you're good.

Yes, you are, you are very good.

So where did you do your stretch?

Sing Sing? Alcatraz? The Bronx Zoo?

Look, how can you help?

All right, listen up,

you glue-factory rejects.

Professor Goose is gonna school youse

in how to take out a motorcycle.

- Class is now in session.

- Will we be tested on this?

Stuff it, McNugget. Rule number one,

we never say nothing.

Even when tortured,

not a word gets out.

Watch this. Look out!

Freddy the Flamingo's right behind you.

- Hey, Goose.

- All right, I'll talk, I'll talk.

It was Vito. Vito Pelligrino from Pier 9.

What do you know? Goose, who was really

a pelican, is really a stool pigeon...

...who is actually a chicken that ducks.

- That makes five birds in one, count them.

- I'm no chicken.

Mind you, I got nothing

against chickens.

I mean, some of my best friends

are chickens. Fowl are fine folks.

All right, let's go, it's time.

Now, you guys stay here.

This ain't gonna be pretty.

Oh, boy, now what do I do?

All right, tough guy, we can do this

the easy way or the hard way.

Gentlemen, don't let the feathers fool you,

this dude's dangerous.

He's a killing machine

disguised as an idiot.

Hey, you like that? Huh?

Right in the seat.

Okay, lights out.

Turning up the pain. You like that?

Come on, can you hear me?

Oh, a spitter, huh?

Oh, you wanna dance?

You want a piece of the Goose?

Karate-chop-a! Poke-a-sock-a!

Smack-a-face-a! Break-a-bones-a!

You see?

You call the Goose, and ba-da-bing.

Ba-da-boom.

This is Reggie Redrooster

with the farm report.

In sports news, Goose the Pelican

dropped the motorcycle in the first round.

Then, for good measure,

taught the truck a lesson as well.

Move it along, nothing to see here.

I'm gonna be late for work.

Well, you can take Old Blue.

Oh, that's just great.

Oh, come on.

How long will it take

to put on the spare?

Honey, that is the spare.

What the...?

Can I take Stripes?

- What do you mean, ride him?

- Just for today.

No. No.

Come on, I have to get to work.

Can I take him, please?

Honey, no.

Besides, I'd never be able

to get a saddle on him.

All right, so I got a saddle on him,

big deal.

Not like he's gonna let you ride him.

- You don't know him like I do.

- Well...

...even if he does let you,

you know how I feel.

I've been riding since I was 5.

- That's not the point.

- Come on.

I mean, it's almost like he wants

to be ridden.

Oh, honey. Honey, come on.

Just let me try.

Come on, come on.

Careful.

- Now we're talking.

- Talking to who?

What you been talking about?

You been training Stripes, haven't you?

Just nice and easy.

Run like the wind.

Show them what you got.

Will you shut up?

I'm the coach, you're the goat.

Now, listen to the way it's done.

Run like the wind, kid!

Show them what you got!

See, that's coaching.

Come on, Stripes. Come on.

Come on, boy!

Good boy.

Better get going back!

Circus must be in town!

I used to see spots,

now I'm seeing stripes.

Where'd that come from?

Shouldn't you be

on a carousel somewhere?

- This ain't the zoo!

- Oh, no way.

- Go home!

- Go home, four left hooves!

- Haven't you learned?

- You don't fit in!

- Hoof it!

- We don't want you!

- Nobody asked you here, freak!

- Yeah, no freaks allowed.

I'll see you later, buddy. Be good.

Those guys aren't so fast.

I can take them.

Scuzz, how can you ruin

a great song like that?

Oh, come on, man!

That song's already ruined.

You need some good tunes like this:

- Those aren't even the words.

- The words don't matter, man!

You know "you can't touch this,"

the rest of it's gold.

Okay, smart boy,

just go fly yourself into a fan.

Now, come on, let's go get some food.

Just follow me.

Waiter! Table for one, please.

Hey, why don't you take a closer look.

I'll tell Mom!

Scuzz, I don't believe it.

I got 20 million brothers and sisters...

...and Mom tells me

that I gotta look out for you.

Well, that's because it's easy, dumb-dumb.

Nothing bad ever happens to me!

Scuzz, you know what?

Bad is the only thing that happens to you!

- Hey, pull my wing.

- No.

It's not like before.

I promise, nothing will happen.

Never, never fall for that. It's too easy!

Who does that thing belong to?

He's mine, Miss Dalrymple.

I had no other way of getting here.

- I'll go put him in the stables.

- Yes, and from now on...

...you will leave him at that petting zoo you

and your father so laughably call a farm.

This is a racetrack, dear,

not the Serengeti.

You don't know the words

to that either.

I can make up a rap about anything.

Hey. Hey, what's that?

Well, that's obvious.

It's the racetrack referee.

Buzz, check this out.

Hey, pal, why the long face?

- Thank you!

- "Why the long face?"

- Still got it!

- What are you doing? Look.

You're a horse!

You all have long faces, get it?

- It's a joke!

- I've heard all the jokes.

The others have been making fun

of me since I was born.

- I know I'm different.

- You think you had it rough?

You try starting out life as a maggot.

Nobody wants to pet a little maggot.

- Nobody.

- Scuzz, Scuzz, Scuzz. Come on, now. Easy.

Seriously, what's with the stripes?

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