Liz MacRae credited as playing...
Danielle • Dr. Stone
- Narrator: They arrived home just in time to eat at a table full of birthday treats.
- Madeline, Chloe, Nicole, Danielle: We love our bread, we love our butter, and most of all...
- Madeline, Chloe, Nicole, Danielle, Miss Clavel, The Ambassador, The Ambassadress: We love Pepito! Happy birthday Pepito, happy birthday!
- Pepito: Thank you! Gracias! Merci! And there is no better birthday present than to be with my friends! You make me very sleepy... and happy.
- The Ambassadress: I think it is time for us all to go to sleep.
- Miss Clavel: Good heavens! Pepito's birthday! We have bought no present!
- Nicole: What shall we get him?
- Madeline: Why, everybody knows, of course. He always said he craved a horse.
- Miss Clavel: A horse? Mon Dieu! I do not think we can afford a horse.
- Narrator: In their little purses and in Miss Clavel's bag, there wasn't enough money to buy the cheapest nag.
- Miss Clavel: Well... we will just buy something else.
- Chloe: Quel dommage!
- Danielle: Oh no! He likes horses!
- Miss Clavel: You are right, mes petites. In London, we may be able to get at least a retired horse as a pet. We will look.
- Madeline: We must get to the bottom of this!
- Madeline: Aha! An important clue. Pepito, where is Piccadilly?
- Pepito: Uh, he was right here.
- Madeline: And did you feed him last night?
- Pepito: Uh... I think... I was too excited about my party. Porque? Why?
- Madeline: Elementary, my dear Pepito. And just as I suspected. We must search the town for him.
- Narrator: Just like a volcano eruption, they followed the trail of destruction. Just when they thought their efforts were in vain, they spotted a familiar mane.
- Miss Clavel: Oh, look who is lying there, with his feet up in the air!
- Madeline: I feel his breath, he is not dead yet. Oh, vite, vite, Pepito, get the vet!
- Narrator: Dr. Stone came quickly by, she checked Piccadilly's heart and eyes.
- Dr. Stone: Don't worry, he'e only asleep. Help me get him on his feet.
- Dr. Stone: As a diet, there is nothing worse than green apples and roses for an old horse.
- Nicole: Mm-hmm.
- Danielle: Mm-hmm.
- Chloe: Mm-hmm.
- Dr. Stone: Promise me that when you take him away, you will feed him only grass and hay.
- Miss Clavel: Just cut grass and hay for Piccadilly.
- Simon: No green apples!