[groaning] [chimes] Hey, what’s up, Tina? Why the long face? Hi, Jericho. It’s just that I can’t go to
the Hoof Dreams Horse Camp. So now I’ll probably be sad
for the rest of my life. But besides that, I’m good. Oh, Tina. You have the hardest
life sometimes. And yet you’re so strong. I know. Hey, who needs
real horses, anyway? Can a real horse do this? Hi-ya da-da-da, da-da-da. Hi-ya da da-da-da. Probably not. Here, move over. Just a little more. [grunts]
Scootch. Come on, a little more. I can’t go anymore. I know what will cheer you up. Tell me the story of how we met. I don’t know if
I’m in the mood. Just kidding, I am. (CHUCKLING) Oh, Tina. TINA BELCHER: So there
we were, shipwrecked on a deserted island. JERICHO: What was I like? You were wild. [neighing] No one could tame you,
except one girl, named me. Come on.
Come on. -No.
-Come on, come on. No, no. I’ve got some leaves. I’m wild. I know, but look. I’m wild. You’re so good. I would never eat out of your
ha– oh, my god, I’m doing it. Gallop gallop, gallop,
gallop, gallop. Yay! You tamed me! [laughter] [splash] I’m OK. [laughter] [music playing] Whoo-hoo. Yikes. Yeah. We gotta get this
girl to horse camp. Pronto.