Racing Stripes Page #6

Put the marshmallows back on!

You ate the marshmallows!

Stretch him out! Lighten up on him!

Lighten up on him!

Boy, are you in for a surprise.

You'll never beat a Trenton.

- You weren't supposed to hear that.

- Oh, God, what is that?

I got a million eyes,

and you got every one of them burning!

- Well, tomorrow's the big day, kid.

- Do you think I'm ready?

Absolutely. Listen, you can run,

there's no doubt about that.

Your legs are gonna be burning

when you're turning for home.

That's when you find out

what you're made of.

You know what I used to tell my racers?

"Don't look back, leave it all on the track."

- What does that mean?

- Kid, when the time is right, you'll know.

Hello?

Where you think you going?

You have a big day tomorrow. You can't go.

I need to make things right with Sandy.

All right. I understand.

But listen, a little advice

from an old goat:

Relationships are like racing. When you do it

for love, you've already won.

Go on, go on.

- Hey, Sandy.

- What?

I was hoping you'd come by.

- I'm sorry that I was mean.

- I'm sorry that l...

- You go first.

- The things I said the other day?

- I just wanna say I was wrong.

- Well, yeah.

You just... You got me so mad

because you weren't seeing it!

- Seeing what?

- How lucky you are.

- Me, lucky?

- Yes.

The grass is way greener on your side

of the fence.

Look at the training facilities. You've got

everything a horse could dream of.

Yeah, everything except real friends.

Friends like you have.

And a friend like I bet you are.

Listen, Sandy, I know I don't look

like a racehorse, but...

Stop! Stop.

You know, I care more about what's on the

inside, and you have more on the inside...

...than any of the horses over there.

And I also happen to think...

...that what you have on the outside

is the cutest thing on four hooves.

And, just so you know,

I'm already on your side.

Well, well, well. What have we here?

- Beauty and the beast.

- Oh, no. Sir Trenton.

I'm afraid there's been

a change of plans, zebra.

You're about to get scratched

from tomorrow's racecard.

- Oh, no. There are so many.

- It's okay. Let's stay calm.

- Pretty picture, huh, boys?

- Don't do this, Sir Trenton, please!

- Take her away.

- All right, boss.

- Let's go.

- Sandy!

Stripes, I'm not going

anywhere without you!

- It's all right, Sandy. Just go.

- Yeah!

Better hide your eyes there, honey!

We're out of here. Trust me,

you don't wanna see this.

- You better not hurt her.

- Oh, don't fret about her.

As long as you don't race tomorrow,

I wouldn't dream of harming her.

You, on the other hand,

need to be taught a lesson.

Show him!

Oh, that's just great!

The race is in four hours.

Well, he went out last night,

he said he was gonna go find Sandy and...

And you, Miss Softy,

you just let him go, didn't you?

- Goose, time to earn your keep.

- I'm on it!

Where are you, kid? Where are you?

Looks like the work of a pro.

Hey, kid. Kid, come on, wake up!

How many wings am I holding up?

- Is he okay?

- Goose, go get him some water.

I knew I should've stayed with him

last night.

They have Sandy.

Sir Trenton's gonna hurt her if I race.

Those dirty rats. I say we get busy

and show those bums what for!

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

No, you right. You are right.

Let us go and kick some horse flank.

Come on, y'all!

Let's move in with the SWAT team!

Quiet!

Thank you. Now, listen. To rescue Sandy,

we all have to work together.

Just when I think I'm out,

they pull me back in!

Here's the plan. And I don't know why

I didn't think of this earlier.

I could build a giant wooden chicken

and hide inside.

Then, under cover of night,

I'll jump out and I'II...

Or I could just stay home.

Knock it off, Reggie. Now, listen up.

Here's what we're gonna do.

Listen, boy. I won this race...

...my daddy won it, his daddy won it,

all the way back to General Trenton...

...who won the first Kentucky Open

100 years ago. You get my point?

- I'll do my best, Dad.

- Yeah, well, good.

You won't get away with this.

Hush, now, little girl.

You're interfering with my Mozart.

I wonder if he was a Thoroughbred.

- There's Sandy.

- And there's Sir Trenton...

...all 1500 pounds of him.

We'll never get her out.

Oh, yes, we will.

We just need a diversion.

I got your diversion right here.

Out of my way.

Goose! Stick with the plan!

Hey, moron! Up here!

Never side against the family.

Will you remind me again

why we brought him?

- Hey, who killed the lights?

- How did you get in here?

Say your prayers, pelican.

Your lights are about to go out for good.

- Can I get a little help here?

- Oh, great. There goes plan A.

- Say hello...

- To plan B!

Horse's booty at 12 o'clock.

Follow me, you're my wingman.

No way! You follow me! You are

my wingman! I am not your wingman!

You're my "pull my wing" man!

Whoa, dude.

A little trim wouldn't kill you!

What is that hideous racket?

Get back here! Come on,

I'll fight you with one wing behind my back.

Nobody is allowed in my stables!

I'll shut you up for good!

Scuzz! You always get us in trouble.

Hey, Trenton! Walk this way.

- Break it down!

- What in the...?

- This just ain't my speed here.

- You can do it.

- You're Superfly, son.

- All right, step back and watch me work.

Turn this up, now!

Say it like you mean it!

Come on, now!

What is going on here?

- Tucker, get Sandy.

- You're the boss.

What?

- Come on, Sandy.

- Tucker! You old rail rat!

- I might've known!

- Let's go! Quick!

You and your animal freak show

have gotten in my way for the last time!

- Those legs won't carry you far, Tucker!

- Hey! Wait for us!

Where are they?

- Come on.

- Stripes! Over here!

Sandy!

Look out, he's coming!

- I'm getting too old for this.

- You was born too old for this. Let's go!

- You won't get away with this!

- Leave us alone, Sir Trenton.

You and your foolish friends

accomplished nothing.

The affections of a filly

do not make you a racehorse!

You know something, Sir Trenton?

I don't want to be a racehorse.

I'm a zebra.

And I'm going to the big race.

- You fool.

- Come on, Tucker.

- Let's go win ourselves a horserace.

- I like your attitude.

You runts don't know

what you're in for.

Well, he's nowhere south of the barn.

He's not by the creek either.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna keep looking.

We'll start at the top of the hill.

Well, let's go! We got a race to run.

Stripes is missing.

We don't know what happened.

What are you talking about?

He looks okay to me.

Chan, get him cleaned up

and loaded right now.

You got it, coach.

- It's the filly.

- It always is.

Hey! Hey, she's from Philly.

I didn't know she was from Philly.

Man, I love those Philly cheesesteaks.

Or any kind of cheese, really. Or any food

from anywhere. Especially candy and poop.

- What were we talking about?

- I hate my life.

Guys, I'm not gonna let Tucker

have all the fun.

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