Original subtitles

Oh, darn it!

Easy, bunny.

Good girl.

Come on.

It's beyond fixing, Laura.

She'll need a new shoe before you can ride her.

Well, how much will that cost?

50 cents.

I haven't got it.

But I'll get it somehow, soon.

I just got to, so bunny and me can get back into training.

The hero township horse race is only 3 weeks away.

If you plan on running bunny in that race,

she'll have to be completely re-shod.

Tell you what I'll do... I'll make you a special price.

$1.75 for the whole job.

I got to get you that money somehow.

We'll be back soon.

I think you got a winner, Laura,

but don't ride her till I get her shod,

because she might split a hoof.

I won't. Thank you, Mr. Dorfler.

Come on, bunny. Come on.

Come on, girl.

All right.

I want you to try this one on.

There you go.

How does that feel?

It's... Fine, pa.

You sure can make things like new.

Yeah, but I can't make them bigger.

Your toes will be breaking through there in no time.

Oh, I'm afraid Laura's aren't much better.

We're going to have to have new shoes

for all 3, and soon.

Laura: Pa.

Bunny threw a shoe, and Mr. Dorfler says she's going to need 4 new ones

before I can run her in the race.

He said he could give me a special price.

Not now, Laura.

I'll work it off, pa. I'll do extra chores.

I just got to be ready for that race.

Half-pint, we can't save a dollar that we don't have.

If I had enough money for shoes, I'd buy them for you and your sisters,

not for some horse who can't pull his weight around the farm.

You understand?

Yes, pa.

I could stuff Laura's shoes with cloth,

and Carrie could wear them. That way,

we'd only need two pair.

Just two pair? I haven't got enough money to buy one pair.

I guess we'll just have to charge them.

You know how I feel about charging more things at the store.

Well, Charles, I don't see where we have a choice.

The girls have got to have shoes.

All right. I guess there's no use putting it off.

Don't just stand there in your big feet.

Help me hitch up the wagon.

Mrs. Oleson: Isn't it something, the way they sprout up?

My Nellie outgrows her shoes

before she can even wear the shoes out.

Of course, they are better quality than the average.

I'm sure these will do fine.

Uh-huh. All right, that will be...

Mrs. Oleson: Uh, $3.00 for the two pair.

Uh... those are going to be charged.

I already discussed it with Mr. Ingalls.

Oh, you know, I just thought of something.

Why, Nellie has two pair of shoes

that are practically like perfect,

and she has grown right out of them.

And I was going to give them to the needy in mankato,

Mrs. Oleson: But I think I should give them to the needy right here in walnut grove!

That's very kind of you, Mrs. Oleson, I'm sure,

but we'll take these we picked out.

Mrs. Oleson: Well, I always say, Mrs. Ingalls,

that charity does begin at home.

We don't need charity, Mrs. Oleson.

Mrs. Oleson: Well, what do you call it

when you come in here and charge things?

I mean, everything that you see in this store we have paid for.

I'm well aware of that, Mrs. Oleson.

Mrs. Oleson: Well, then, I don't see where beggars can afford to be choosers.

Thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Oleson.

We'll be back when we can pay for these in cash.

Come along, girls.

Charles: We'll see you, nels.

Mr. Oleson: Bye, Charles.

Excuse me, Mrs. Oleson.

Ungrateful snippet!

Caroline: I just didn't want her daughter

pointing at our girls at school

and reminding them that they were wearing her castoffs.

Charles: I think you're absolutely right.

Besides, we shouldn't owe them.

Hanson's got a lot of orders at the mill.

I'm sure I can get him to let me work an extra shift.

Caroline: Oh, no, that isn't right,

you working extra hard just because of my pride.

Maybe we'd better just turn around and go back.

I'll apologize to Mrs. Oleson.

Charles: You hold on. You do that,

and I'll hide your shoes, and you'll never find them.

Mr. Dorfler!

I'm in the stable, Laura!

Mr. Dorfler...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, young'un.

You'll spook the horses.

Mr. Dorfler, I just got to get

those new shoes for bunny for that race.

Laura: Right now, my pa's got all he could do

trying to get new shoes for us.

How about if I work off the price for them? I know I could!

Oh, now, hold on, hold on.

Just take it easy, now.

You want to work for me here at the stable?

Yes, sir. I know I could do it.

Well, there's plenty to be done around here,

but I'm not quite sure you're the size to handle it.

But I do it for my pa at our barn.

Here, just watch.

Easy, now. Slow down.

Well, you certainly know your way around a barn,

there's no doubt about it.

We just might be able to work something out.

Thanks, Mr. dorfler, and you won't be sorry.

I can get started right now.

Now, hold on. First thing we got to do

is check and see if it's all right with your pa.

Pa!

Please tell him it's okay. Please tell him I can do it.

I just got to win that race!

Hey, well, hold on a minute, young lady.

Tell him what's all right? What are you talking about?

Mr. Dorfler says I can work for him at the livery.

That way, we can pay for bunny's shoes

in time for the big hero township race,

and I can win the blue ribbon and everything!

I don't know. That's an awful lot for you to be taking on,

what with your schoolwork, you got your chores at the house...

Please, pa? It'd only be for a couple of weeks,

till I could pay for bunny's shoes.

It's just like what you're doing for us.

Besides, it's just like what you said:

"A man can do anything he wants to, once he puts his mind to it."

Laura: Please, pa?

I could sure use her help, Charles.

All right, you can give it a try.

Thanks, pa. I'd better get started right away.

That way, I can keep bunny there,

and it won't cost anything to feed her.

Don't forget about your homework!

That's awful kind of you, hans.

Kindness got nothing to do with it, Charles. I needed her help.

You know what I'm talking about. She's just a little girl.

She's an Ingalls, isn't she? She'll get the job done.

Thanks a lot.

Nellie and Willie: Laura smells like a dirty horse

Laura smells like a dirty horse

you'd better watch out in those nice clean clothes.

I got a lot of work to do.

What's so important about cleaning up after dirty old horses?

Especially this one.

Me and bunny, we got a race to win in a couple of weeks.

Nellie: You're making that up.

You're not going to ride her in any old race.

That's what you think.

I'm glad my father gave her back to you. She smells bad.

Don't we all?

Mother!

We did it, bunny.

Oh, honey, don't do that.

Eat!

I'm not hungry.

Stop pouting and eat your supper.

I can't eat.

I'll eat hers if she won't.

You will not.

Now, eat your supper, darling,

or you'll get sick.

How can I eat knowing Laura Ingalls

is going to ride my horse in the race?

It's not your horse anymore.

You shouldn't have given it back to her. You should've shot it.

Now, look here, young lady,

I wouldn't bring that up again, if I were you.

Mr. Oleson: You mistreated that horse.

And furthermore, you lied to us about being hurt.

You don't deserve a horse,

and you might as well live with that fact.

Well, I never thought I'd live to see the day

when you'd take sides against your own flesh and blood.

A fact is a fact. She'll get over it.

Until she does, she doesn't deserve a horse.

Oh.

Can I eat Nellie's supper now?

I suppose so.

Ohh...

Now, now, baby...

Well, you didn't want that mean old horse, anyway.

She shouldn't have it, either!

She said terrible things to me!

Oh, I know. But Laura Ingalls is just a...

A bad-mannered little girl,

and you shouldn't pay any attention to her whatsoever.

Oh, my...

What if mother sends to mankato for you

for a brand-new dress, huh? Would you like that?

I don't want it!

Oh, I know...

I know...

Do you remember that beautiful dresden doll in mother's trunk,

the one that my mother gave to me when I was a little girl?

What if I go and get it for you right now?

I don't want an old doll!

I want my horse back!

Well, darling, you heard your father.

He gave the horse back to Laura.

I want another one!

I want a better one!

I want the best horse in the whole world!

Oh...

Now, you just listen to your mother.

Laura Ingalls is not going to win the race with that horse.

Mother will take care of that.

Do you promise?

I certainly do. I promise.

Now, you just calm down,

and mother's going to go and get your dessert for you.

Yes. Everything is going to be all right.

Mother's going to take care of that.

Nels?

Huh?

I was thinking about your shopping trip tomorrow.

What about it?

Well, it just occurred to me

that we haven't had a holiday for a long time.

We've been working so hard lately.

Seems to me that a day away from here

would do us both a world of good.

Who'd look after the store?

Well, we just close it up.

After all, the townspeople can do without us for a day.

Actually, it'll make them appreciate what we do for them all the more,

and I could, uh...

I could pack us up a nice basket lunch.

You sure you want to make that long, dusty trip?

Oh, nels, I owe it to you.

I haven't been able to give you very much time lately,

and, well, we could stop

in some nice, quiet, secluded spot.

- Oh, Harriet. - Well?

Doesn't it sound romantic?

Yeah, I guess so.

Oh, can hardly wait.

A kiss-kiss night-night.

- Good night. - Night.

Whoa.

How long will you be, nels, dear?

Oh, about a half an hour, I think.

All right.

Mr. Oleson: Well, aren't... aren't you going in with me, dear?

No, no. I'll join you here later.

I have a little personal business to take care of first.

All right, sparks.

Out you come. Come on!

Got a customer.

There he is. Beautiful horse. Beautiful.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm...

Are you sure this is the very best you have?

Oh, absolutely, ma'am, absolutely.

Like I said, the owner raises only racing stock.

Mm-hmm.

Well...

Now, I want to try him.

Well, he's awfully spirited, ma'am.

Well, I know what I'm doing.

I happen to know a few things about horses.

Now, just help me mount him.

All right, all right.

Up you go.

Wait a minute...

Unh.

Help!

Whoa!

Hey, hey...

Mrs. Oleson?

Mrs. Oleson!

Mrs. Oleson, are you all right?

Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you all right?

- Certainly! - Oh, good, good.

I'll take her.

Oh, well, you got yourself a champion.

Oh, yes, yes... Yes, I'm sure.

I'm so glad you're not hurt.

Now, can you deliver her on Saturday?

It's a him.

And I'll deliver him as soon as the draft clears the bank.

What? I beg your pardon!

I'm sorry. I know there's not going to be any trouble,

because one look at you and a person can tell

you're a lady of substance, you know?

Just make the draft out to cash, please.

Let go of me!

Now, Mrs. Oleson...

Why don't you use my desk here, huh?

Uh, thank you, thank you. Whoa, boy.

What is going on here, Harriet?

Well, it's just a nice little gift for our daughter, nels.

This is my husband, mister, uh... Sandler, wasn't it?

That's right, ma'am. Glad to meet you, Mr. Oleson.

You bought yourself a thoroughbred... Fine thoroughbred.

Thank... you.

I think I made myself very clear about this, Harriet.

Until Nellie learns how to respect good horseflesh,

she doesn't deserve to own one,

much less a thoroughbred... At these prices!

Well, I think I am quite capable of judging

what our children need and deserve!

And if you will notice, nels oleson,

that is my signature on this bank draft,

so this money is coming out of my own account.

Thank you. Thank you.

The wagon is loaded. Let's get back home.

Mrs. Oleson: So, you will deliver her Saturday morning?

Bright and early Saturday morning.

You've got yourself a real champion here.

Mrs. Oleson: Yes, she's nice.

He's nice.

How am I doing, Mr. Dorfler?

Oh, fine, fine, Laura.

Say, you know, bunny here is...

Getting kind of soft without a workout.

Yeah, I know.

I'll tell you what,

why don't you let me go ahead and shoe her now,

and then you just keep working until the debt's paid?

Well, you see, me and my pa, we like to pay cash

on the barrel for the things that we buy.

Thanks anyway. But it'll only be a little while

until I earn the whole amount.

Well, you suit yourself.

I'll be across the street

if anybody comes looking for me.

Sure thing, Mr. Dorfler.

Boy, there's no way you can outrun me.

I can outrun you pulling a plough.

Yeah, I know that horse of yours looks like

he's pulling a plough most of the time.

I've seen a pair of ox come past you.

This isn't a plough race, this is a horse race.

Hans, would you tell him to go on home and save his money?

I've got him outrun by a mile.

Yeah, in a pig's eye.

What do you say, hans? Who are you betting on?

My beauty there or this nag?

I figure Laura Ingalls and her horse, bunny,

can outrun both of you guys with one shoe missing.

That little girl?

Where's your money?

I just had to show you the beautiful silver cup

my mother donated as first prize for the race.

Boy... Your mother did that?

Yes. She figures we should donate something to make the race more important,

because it always brings more business into the store.

I just thought you'd like to see it.

Why? Do you know I'm going to win the race with bunny?

Well, bunny was my horse once,

and I guess it'd be kind of like winning it myself.

That's awful nice, Nellie.

Sandler: Hey! Howdy!

Dorfler: Howdy.

My name's sandler. Wondering if you could help me.

Dorfler: Yeah. Hans dorfler. Sandler: How are you?

Dorfler: What can I do for you?

I'm delivering this here thoroughbred to the olesons.

I'm Nellie oleson.

You are?

Sandler: Well, I guess this horse belongs to you, young lady.

Seems like an awful lot of horse for just a young miss like you.

But your mother paid good money for it.

I guess she knows what she's doing.

Dorfler: I'll say she does.

Isn't that a pretty piece of horseflesh?

Mr. Dorfler, could you have your nice stable girl

take care of my horse, please?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, did I forget to tell you?

My mother bought me this horse.

Be sure to brush him down well and give him plenty of water.

Nellie: It was a long, dusty ride from sleepy eye,

and sparks is used to the best.

See you at the races, Laura.

How you doing?

Fine, pa.

"Fine, pa."

You don't sound very fine to me.

What's the matter?

It just isn't fair.

What isn't fair?

Everything.

Oh...

You mean, everything like...

Some little girls getting anything they want,

including a brand-new horse,

without ever having to do a lick of work,

while other little girls got to work night and day

just to hold on to what they have?

That's it. It just isn't fair.

There's a lot of things in this life

that aren't going to seem fair to you.

But, you know, that's why the good lord gives us gifts.

He gives us special things to help us through the hard times.

He gave you a couple of real good ones.

He gave you determination. He gave you a lot of spunk.

Well, the fact is...

I don't think that spunk's going to help me now,

now that Nellie's got that new thoroughbred.

A real racehorse, papers and everything.

Now, hold on a minute. Papers and everything.

Where does it say horses can read?

I don't think bunny read those papers,

and I think bunny thinks she can win that race,

and so do I.

And you will if you try hard.

It's not going to do you any good to quit.

Besides, I never did hear of an Ingalls that was a quitter.

I'm not going to quit, pa.

All right. That's more like it.

Why don't you let me finish up this work?

You've done enough for today. You get some sleep.

Well, I've only got a little bit left to do.

I could get it done in two shakes of a lamb's tail.

That's right. You could count sheep in church tomorrow, too.

Go on. Get some sleep.

- I love you. - I love you, too.

Don't you worry about that race.

You're going to do fine.

- Good night, pa. - Good night, I love you.

Mr. Dorfler, I haven't...

I know, I know.

You didn't want me to shoe her till you could pay for it.

But if you expect to beat Nellie's horse in that race,

you've got to work her out.

A champion has got to be worked,

and that's impossible without shoes.

Now, I trust you to finish the job.

And you trust me to know what I'm talking about.

Come on. I want to show you something.

But, Mr. Dorfler...

Don't talk, just walk.

Mr. Dorfler: Yeah, here we are.

Here it is.

See? This is the one you'll use.

But I already have a saddle that my pa made me.

Oh, I know, and it's a good one,

for a ride in the Meadow.

But to win a race, you need a lightweight saddle.

You know, a couple of pounds over a two-mile course

can make all the difference between winning and losing.

I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Dorfler.

You thank me by winning the race, Laura.

Come over here a minute.

You see this horse? A beauty, a real thoroughbred.

But all he's done for the last 3 days is eat and get fat and lazy.

Now, like I said, a horse has to be worked.

So I'm going to finish shoeing your horse.

You work her every day, and that's how you'll win.

I'll win, Mr. Dorfler.

I know you will.

Oh, it's getting late.

We'd better get to bed.

Here, Carrie.

Laura, I talked to miss beadle yesterday.

She's very concerned about your homework.

I'll catch up, ma.

I know you're working very hard,

but your schooling comes first.

May I see your homework?

Sure. I just got a little arithmetic to finish.

I figure I'll get it done during lunch.

Mary?

Yes, ma?

Is this your work?

Only the last 3 problems, ma.

I'm going to punish you for this, half-pint.

I'm not going to have your sister doing your homework for you.

Mary: She didn't even know I did it, pa.

It wasn't her idea. Honest.

Mary, I'm sure you meant well,

but that isn't going to help your sister

learn her arithmetic.

Your ma and I are proud of what you're trying to do,

but your homework comes first.

You understand that? - Yes, sir.

Now, it's not going to happen again?

- No, sir. - Mary?

No, pa.

All right, then. Off to school.

And make sure you change those problems and do them yourself.

I will.

Bye.

- Bye, ma. - Bye-bye.

Thanks.

It's okay.

Sorry I got you in Dutch.

I'll make up for it.

Just beat Nellie oleson on Saturday.

I plan to.

That'll be 41 cents, doc.

25, 35, 40... 41.

Thank you, nels. - Thank you.

I saw Nellie working that new horse of yours.

She looked real good.

Yeah... too good. That's the trouble.

What do you mean?

Well, we have 7 entries.

5 of them saw the workout and decided they didn't want to race.

Well, that leaves Nellie and Laura Ingalls.

Well, it'll still be a good race.

Laura's horse against a thoroughbred?

Why, she doesn't have a chance!

It's too bad, too. I was hoping for a real contest.

This dollar says Laura will win.

Well, I'm happy to take your money,

but would you mind telling me

what makes you think that Laura has a chance?

She's been riding every day.

Laura's horse is in better shape than Nellie's.

And Laura's 10 pounds lighter than Nellie.

Now, in a two-mile race, that'll make all the difference.

You know, I've been doing a great deal of thinking

about that race this coming Saturday.

It seems to me that's all you have been thinking about.

And I promised you, Nellie,

that I would not let Laura Ingalls win that race,

and I intend to keep my promise.

Me and sparks will win, ma.

Not the way you've been stuffing yourself, you won't.

And besides which, you haven't been working out

that horse, either. - But, ma...

No... I have decided that Willie

is going to ride sparks in the race.

He's at least 15 pounds lighter than Laura,

and that should do the trick.

But she's my horse!

And I paid for it!

Mrs. Oleson: Now, I also am giving my mother's silver bowl

as the trophy for the winner,

and I have no intentions of letting that bowl

out of this family.

Now, Willie...

I want you to start working out sparks in the morning.

Yes, ma.

Oh! No sweets!

But I'm hungry!

No sweets.

Not until after the race.

Now, I'll tell you what I'll do...

I will make up a special batch

of candied apples just for you.

- Yes, ma. - Yes.

Excuse me.

I seem to have lost my appetite.

Mmm. Caroline, this is delicious.

Thank you.

Half-pint, how are your workouts coming?

Bunny is in top form, pa.

Mr. Dorfler is a great trainer.

So is Mary.

Laura, you've hardly eaten a thing.

Do you feel all right?

Yes, ma'am.

I just have to keep my weight down for the race.

Laura, you know I want you to win the race

as much as anybody does.

But your health is more important than a race.

So, at least, eat your vegetables.

Yes, ma'am, but no desserts.

Not for a couple of days, anyway.

I'll be glad when Saturday comes and goes,

and we can get back to normal around here.

Not me. I kind of like it the way it is.

More chicken and dumplings for me.

There you are.

Those beans look good.

How's your training coming, Laura?

Just fine. Hey, you want some gingerbread?

No, thanks. I'm stuffed.

I'll have a hard time finishing

this candy apple.

- I'll eat it. - No, you won't.

Gingerbread's fattening, too.

I don't want you gaining any weight before the race.

What's Willie got to do with the race?

Oh, didn't you know?

I've decided to let Willie

ride sparks in the race.

Willie?

Mm-hmm. Come along, Willie.

I'm still hungry!

Oh, shut up!

You all set, half-pint?

Guess so, pa.

Doing a little thinking about the race, huh?

Yes, sir.

You'll be there, won't you, pa?

Of course we'll be there, all of us, to cheer you on.

I'm just going to give bunny a light workout...

To loosen her up.

That's what Mr. Dorfler says to do.

You listen to him. He knows what he's talking about.

Up you go.

There you go.

Just remember, whatever the outcome of the race,

you and bunny can just do your best.

That's what counts.

Yes, sir.

And you can remember something else.

You got something Nellie doesn't have:

A horse that loves you.

Get going.

Laura!

Hi, Dr. Baker.

You're looking good, young lady.

I'm figuring on you to win today.

Aren't you going to be around for the race?

Well, there's nothing I'd like better,

but it's my mother's birthday,

and if I don't get to sleepy eye to spend it with her,

I'll never hear the end of it.

Good luck.

Thanks. And tell your mother I said happy birthday.

I will.

Doc!

Mr. Oleson: Doc?

- Laura! - Yes, sir?

Have you seen doc baker?

Willie woke up with terrible stomach pains. Afraid it might be serious.

I just saw him a while back. He's on his way to sleepy eye.

Don't worry. I'll catch him.

Doc baker!

Dr. Baker, the olesons need you real bad.

Willie's terrible sick!

I'm on my way.

Dr. Baker: Under your tongue, Willie.

Harriet: And then he just woke up screaming in pain!

Ouch!

Hurts there, huh?

Ouch!

Dr. Baker: Here? Willie: Ouch! Yes!

What do you think, doc?

I think 6 of these candied apples

are bound to give anyone a whopper of a stomachache.

Oh! I told you

not until after the race, young man!

Oh, you just wait until you're well enough to stand up,

and you will get the whipping of your life!

But I was hungry, ma!

Give him a dose of castor oil,

and let nature take its course.

Willie: No castor oil! Please!

Yes, castor oil!

The next order of business is to go down there

and thank Laura for what she did.

Then I'm going over and tell dorfler

that Willie is in no condition to race today.

Well, it's just the typical foolishness...

A youngster that age.

Had too much. Much too much.

But are you sure, now?

We've got the whole hour till race time. Perhaps...

Hey, here comes Laura.

- Her horse looks tired. - He sure is.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Mr. Oleson, is Willie all right?

It turned out to be just a little tummyache.

Mr. Oleson: But we want to thank you for what you did, Laura.

Well, he's not going to be able to race today, Laura,

so I guess we'll just have to forfeit the race to you.

Mr. Hanson, since bunny's all tuckered anyway,

why don't we just postpone the race till next week?

Mr. Hanson: Ja, sure.

Since both parties are willing, I think it's all right.

But you can't do that!

I mean, after all,

people have come into town just to see the race.

Mrs. Oleson: It wouldn't be fair to them.

You just said yourself that Willie can't ride today.

Oh, well, that has nothing to do with the race!

After all, it's... It's Nellie's horse,

and Nellie will ride her horse.

And that's the way it should have been in the first place.

I just can't run bunny in that race.

She's too tired out.

Mr. Oleson: Well, now, we can't have a race with one horse.

Oh...

Well...

I guess there'll just have to be a forfeiture, then,

won't there, Mr. Hanson?

Ja, I guess so.

Well... well, we'll go inside and get our things,

and we'll meet you all at the starting line, all right, darling?

Nellie: Yes.

Dorfler just told me.

I can't do it, pa.

I just can't run bunny in a race

after that long ride.

And nobody expects you to, half-pint.

It isn't fair.

Me and bunny... We worked so hard.

It just isn't fair.

Well, nobody worked harder, that's for sure.

She ran so good this morning.

She'd have won. I know she'd have won.

Well, you wait and see. There's going to be

a lot of other races. You'll get your chance.

I want to take bunny home, pa.

Come on.

You see the way that horse of yours perks up

every time oleson's thoroughbred comes around?

Mr. Dorfler: She's a natural-born competitor.

That's a fact, half-pint.

She doesn't even look tired now.

But she couldn't do it, could she, pa?

Not after that long run this morning.

I don't know. Looks like to me she could.

Besides, now you got Nellie's extra weight in your favor.

Now, you just listen to me, half-pint.

You may think bunny's tired, and I may think so, too,

but I don't think either one of us are going to convince

bunny she can't outrun that high-priced bag of oats

that Nellie's got there.

Charles: Now, what do you say?

Yes, sir.

All right.

Now you're talking!

Mrs. Oleson: Well, I certainly hope...

Sorry to disappoint all of you.

It's too bad that all you fine people came to see a race,

and there just isn't going to be one.

Well, Nellie, darling,

it looks as though you are the winner by...

Dorfler: There is going to be a race!

What?

Man: Good luck, Laura.

She's all right? I mean...

Caroline: Good luck, honey.

Mary: Good luck! - Thank you.

Well...

All right, now, just come along.

Now, be careful, honey. Be careful.

- Uh, you'll win, darling! - Come along. You wanted your race, you've got it.

Mrs. Oleson: Oh, let go of me!

Get going.

Will you stop pushing me?

All right, quiet down, everybody.

Quiet. Attention, please!

Hanson: All right.

The third annual hero township race

is about to begin.

Now, you both know the rules,

and the course is well-marked,

and it is a two-mile stretch.

And the first one to cross the finish line

wins the blue ribbon and the beautiful silver cup

donated by the oleson family.

Now, is everybody ready?

We've been ready for an hour. Get on with it, Lars!

On your mark...

Get set...

- Go! Mary: Go, Laura, go!

Come on, Nellie! Go! Come on!

Come on, bunny!

Move!

Come on!

Go, Nellie, go!

Faster, bunny!

Move!

Come on, sparks!

Here they come!

Ha ha! You won it!

She did it for me, pa.

At least you're all in one piece.

Go right to your room.

- Who won? - Oh, shut up!

Oh, wait a minute.

What?

Oh...

Hanson: It was a beautiful race.

Dorfler: I told you you could do it.

Congratulations, Laura.

Thank you.

Ohh...

It was a good race, Laura.

- Thank you. Dorfler: It was a wonderful race!

Hanson: A fine race!

Yeah. Good, good, good.

Good race!

Thank you.

Well!

Laura, that was a very, very good race you ran.

Can I talk to Mrs. Oleson?

Sure.

Mrs. Oleson...

Yes?

I can't take this from you.

It was your ma's.

If it was my ma's family cup,

I wouldn't want to see it go to somebody else.

Oh...

Well...

That's very thoughtful

of you, Laura.

Very thoughtful.

Oh, my, I don't know what to say.

Well, the cup must be worth quite a bit of money,

more than enough for 3 new pairs of shoes,

wouldn't you say?

Mr. Oleson: I think that would be a nice return

for Laura's thoughtful gesture.

Oh, well, uh...

Yes, of course, nels.

That's the least that we could do.

The least you can do, Harriet.

Yes.

Of course, nels.

The shoes are in the storeroom, Harriet.

Mrs. Oleson: Yes, nels.