Racing Stripes Page #2

- Hey, I wasn't ready.

Come on, you slowpoke! Yeah!

- I'm not even in second gear yet.

- Yeah, he's not even in second gear yet.

Last one to the fence is a donkey.

- Dude, it's your dad.

- Great.

Son. Stay away from that fence.

Come on, Dad.

We were just having some fun.

Fun is overrated.

If you're going to be a champion,

I suggest you start acting like one.

- Oh, your dad scares me, dude.

- Not me.

- Pride! Ruffshodd!

- Coming, Father.

Yeah, coming, Mr. Sir Trenton, sir.

I don't understand.

Why won't he let them play with me?

You're just different.

And for some horses, different is scary.

Come on, he's never late.

I'm all ready to go. Where is he?

Oh, here he comes.

Bring it on. Show me what you got.

Here we go.

Better luck tomorrow!

Dang! I had him today.

- She's just not right today, Mr. Cooper.

- Yep.

- Better give her a break.

- Okay.

You call that jumping?

Looked like she was having a seizure.

Sorry, Miss Dalrymple.

She seemed a bit shy on the high jump...

...so I thought I'd take it easy.

- Of course you did.

But, you know, the thing is,

I don't pay you to take it easy.

I pay you to train.

You can only push a horse so hard.

Cooper, Cooper, Cooper.

Why must you be so tedious?

Okay, here's the deal.

Now, as long as I am signing your checks,

you will push her as hard as I tell you to.

Don't you have a board meeting

at the track to get to?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Yo, yo, Pride. Check out the new filly.

What a mane.

Look at those flanks.

Watch. She's gonna come straight for me.

Do I have anything in my teeth?

You always have something

in your teeth, Ruffshodd.

- Hey, where's she going?

- Excuse me.

- Would you care to join me for a drink?

- A drink. Good call.

No.

Talk to the tail, boys.

Did you ever consider going around

that tree instead of through it?

Yeah, well, usually it moves

out of my way.

I've never heard of a tree doing that.

You don't know the trees here.

Are you new?

- Just got here. I'm Sandy.

- I'm Stripes.

You don't say?

- Are you a racehorse?

- No, I'm a jumper.

I've actually competed

all around the world.

Well, I'm a racehorse.

I'm training to be in the big race.

By racing the mailman?

Well, the other horses

don't wanna race me.

- I'm just way too fast for them.

- He's not a racer.

Oh, not them again.

They say his dad's a horse

and his mom's a fence.

Real funny, guys.

I've gotta go, I'm sorry.

I'll see you around, Stripes?

- Later.

- So, Stripey, how's it going?

- You still racing the mailman?

- Oh, the mailman wasn't racing him.

- He was running away from him.

- I'll race you any time you want.

- Well, unfortunately I don't race nobodies.

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