Question time. What exactly are you?
I don't know.
Okay. We can rule out genius.
Question time. What exactly are you?
I don't know.
Okay. We can rule out genius.
Uh, did you ever think of going around that tree instead of running through it?
Yeah, well... usually it moves out of my way.
You don't know the trees around here. Are you new?
Yeah, I just got here. 'm Sandy.
'm Stripes.
Where are you running off to? You've got a big day tomorrow. You can't go.
I need to make things right with Sandy.
Okay. 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.
Um, did you ever consider going around that tree instead of running through it?
Yeah, well.... usually it moves out of my way.
You don’t know the trees around here. Are you new?
I just got here. I’m Sandy.
I’m Stripes.
Are you a racehorse?
No, I'm-- 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.
The others made fun of me, since I was born. All I know is that I'm different
You there! See what happens when you forget your place? The racetrack is no place for a zebra!
What did you just call me?
A zebra, which is what you are! You really didn’t think you were a horse, did ya?
Side by side on my piano keyboard--
Get off me, you stupid flies! Get off!
Man, "Ebony and Ivory" didn't work. That's a first.
Told you we should've rapped.
Who cares? Leave me alone.
Not a chance. The Chief will never go for it.
Of course he will. Just like somebody else I know. He just needs a little push.
Hey, hotshot! Running into more trees lately?
Oh, great! More jokes!
Because I don't care that you're not a racehorse. You love to run, and that's all that matters.
Maybe to you. But it's not your problem, Sandy.
You know, if you wanna see the real problem, try looking down!
Fine. [looks at his reflection in a lake]
Hey, kid, what's your problem?
I'm not a racehorse.
What does that mean?
I don't belong in the gate.
No, no, you're wrong. And I'll tell you why. Racing is for anyone--Anyone with a fire burning in their heart.
What do you know, you little nobody? You never raced.
Tucker doesn't understand. He didn't even know that I was a zebra. He doesn't get it. What's he ever done?
Now, let me tell you somethin', kid. I've made a few claims about ponies. This guy's all hair, and no brains.
AAAGH! Hit the hay!
Come here. [to herself] These people think they know everything. You tell somebody something, they get an attitude.
Hey, I didn't know that goat was packed.
Come up here. I want you to take a look up there. You tell me what you see.
I've seen them before; the Chief, my girl, and her mother, and that's it?!
No. Look closer.
That's Sir Trenton!
And who else?
Tucker!
That's right - Tucker. He trained Sir Trenton. He and the Chief trained all the winners, and not one of them ever... EVER... thanked him.
How come he never said anything?
Because to him, actions speak louder than words. He believes in you, and you're gonna have to believe in him too.
I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I'm the last one who should be name calling.
Come on, look at me kid; when you got legs shorter than a sheepdog, you get used to being made fun of. I can relate.
It's just... ah... I'm not really a racehorse. I'm a... [sighs again].. I'm a zebra.
So what? To me, you're just a horse with stripes who needs an attitude adjustment.
Tucker, you don't really think I have what it takes, do you?
Listen to me, kid; you're right. You don't have the strength or natural ability of one of the thoroughbreds..
I knew it.
.. but have got more heart than all of them put together.
But the gate.. I freeze up. It keeps me from running. I don't know what it is; I-I can't do it.
Look, most horses are afriad of the gate at first. It's perfectly normal, but they get over it - you will too. You just keep running, okay? And let the chief worry about the gate; he knows what he's doing.
[Stripes takes a moment to consider]
Leave us alone, Chawhee.
You and your foolish friends have accomplished nothing, the effects of the 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.