Racing Stripes Page #3

- Yeah, he don't race nobodies.

- Figures. All talk and no action.

- Well, this is disappointing.

- Oh, it's my dad.

- Listen, you.

I want you to stop bothering my son.

And you can tell Tucker I said that.

Trenton's Pride is a champion

with a real future. And you, well...

You have your place.

- Father, l...

- You and I will talk later.

Mr. Sir Trenton, sir, we been trying

to get this guy to stop bothering us...

...but he just won't stop...

- Ruffshodd.

...bothering us.

- Shut up, you idiot.

Yes, Mr. Sir Trenton, sir.

And may I say,

your coat is very shiny today.

There's a place where we can settle this.

No humans. No rules.

Where and when?

- Welcome to the Blue Moon Races.

- Yeah!

- It's him.

- Be quiet. Be quiet.

Tonight's first contestant

is 10-0 and good to go.

He is the baddest pony on the prairie.

Give it up for Trenton's Pride.

Step right up, if you're horse enough.

- Not me, no way.

- Who's feeling their oats?

- Nobody can beat him.

- No way. He's too tough.

I'll take him on.

Laugh it up. Just wait and see.

- Hey, Sandy.

- Hi, Stripes.

Well, well.

I'm surprised you showed up.

You wanna talk or race?

- That coat is simply dreadful.

- Well, it's slimming, though. Right?

- Oh, you're gonna wish you stayed home.

- You're gonna wish I stayed home too.

After I kick your butt.

And now, let's get ready to...

...race!

Up to that heap, around it

and back to here.

I am going to make you look so bad

in front of your girlfriend.

- Send him home, Pride.

- Show him who's boss.

You got guts, kid.

Come on, Pride.

You show him who's in charge.

Let's go!

Come on, Stripey, try and keep up.

See you, loser.

Just giving you a head start.

You're gonna need it.

Come on, Pride, is that all you got?

I'm not even breaking a sweat yet.

Good thing your daddy's not here

to see this.

Holy cow, what a kick.

- At least you're gonna keep this interesting.

- I told you guys he's fast.

Slow down, kid,

you're gonna blow the turn.

Stripes!

Nice turn, Stripey.

I tried to warn you.

How's that ridge taste?

What can you say? Rookie mistake.

- Stripes, are you all right?

- Go back where you belong!

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- What a loser!

Get out of here!

- Stripes.

- We don't want you.

- Go home!

- Hey, Stripey.

Did you really think that you could beat

a trained professional?

Hey there, boy.

What's up? What's the matter?

Feel like there's something

you're not telling me.

What, you sick or something?

There you are.

Now you're all gorgeous again.

I can't have my best boy

looking all gnarly, now, can I?

Stay out of the mud.

So you don't know

where the mud came from?

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