(spooky music)
SARAH: 5 missed calls from the barn?
That is not good.
Whoa.
Where did this come from?
I guess I should call Robin.
Let her know I'm on the way.
(umbrella opening) WHOA!
It's not even raining.
That was weird.
Hey. Yeah, I'm on the way.
I'll be there soon.
Thanks, bye.
No!
No, not again!
Broken again?
Guess its half chaps after all.
It was not this cold when I left work.
Oh man.
God, what is with all these bags?
Come on!
No.
Whose?
Whose are these?
There are only two of you out here.
(lawnmower starts off screen)
I know. I'll get you some fly spray.
Empty.
Empty again?
How are all of these empty?
Who is using this?
(sprayer sounds)
Hello?
Is someone down there?
(dog barking)
Oh. It was just a dog.
Don't worry.
I'll take care of you.
Let's take a look at these feet.
Get you some Thrush Buster.
Oops!
Oh no.
These aren't barn jeans!
These are work jeans!
And is your?
Is your abscess back?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hopefully there is purple vet wrap left.
Ahhhhh!
Freaking birthday balloons, man.
Gonna give someone a heart attack.
Ahhhh!
All of them?
Who would do this?
Maybe I have some in my trunk.
What?
No, I definitely rolled these.
How did this happen?
Well, I guess if I can't ride, I might as well clip.
Deal with these later.
Nightmare.
Alright, if we can't ride, let's get you cleaned up.
(clippers buzz)
(sneeze)
No.
Riff.
Your forelock.
It's gone!
What am I gonna tell Robin?
You know what?
Let's just wrap your foot.
We're going to forget this whole day even happened.
We are going to try again tomorrow.
What?
Where did all these buckets come from?
And none of them have lids.
Or scoops.
How did this happen?
We're a SmartPaks barn.
No.
We're a SmartPaks barn.
VOICE 1: Six weeks of stall rest.
VOICE 2: X-rays inconclusive.
Need an MRI.
VOICE 3: Can I ride your horse?
VOICE 4: George Morris is going to be there.
VOICE 5: This time do it with no stirrups!
VOICE 6: Loose horse!
SARAH: Oh, thank God.
It was just a dream.
(gasp)
(SCREAM!)