Plot: The Pony Pals are digging around in Morristown, a ghost town. While they're there, they hear mysterious noises that scare their ponies! Gasp! Could it be a ghost?
Then a bunch of people start telling the Pony Pals ghost stories and they pee their pants.
But while at the Historical Society, they find a story about a girl named Emily from 1870. Emily was their age and even had a pony! How...nice. They read a stupid newspaper story about how Emily got trapped on a mountain and her pony Angel died to save her. Now they're convinced the ghostie they heard in Morristown was really Angel, but she's a nice ghost. They're not scared anymore.
Then they read Emily's diary, dig up Angel's grave, make her a new headstone, and participate in the Wiggins Historical Fair. Then they give this stupid moving tribute to Angel. Seriously. That was it.
More notes:
Since when do you need string to play with tops??
Aaargh, Anna believes in ghosts.
I believe in demons. But I don't believe there are demons in Morristown.
Wth, Snow White looks like a palomino...
Heh. Anna thought she saw a ghost in her bedroom when she was 5. Now she's afraid of them.
Pam is so annoying in this one. "That wasn't a ghostly noise. That was the wind." That's what they said in "The Secret Garden" and it turned out to be a crazy crippled boy.
So lame. The noises they hear sound like, "Oh-oo-oo, oh-oo-oo." How are you even supposed to pronounced that? Sounds like a bad pop song.
Sure, Pam. An owl made that noise. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY.
ANNA AND LULU ARE HOLDING HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lulu listens to tape recordings of owls all the time, so she knows it wasn't an owl noise. Wow.
They hear a whinny. GHOST PONY!!!
Yes Pam, we know there are no such things as ghosts.
IT WAS NOT THE WIND WHISTLING THROUGH THE TREES! AAAAAGH! SHUT UP!
Oh, it couldn't have been Tommy and Mike. They're in Washington, D.C. I thought Mike was poor.
A ghost town does not actually refer to ghosts.
OMG THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A MORGAN PONY! MORGANS ARE FREAKING HORSES!
Duh, Morgans are known for pulling heavy loads. Ever heard of Justin Morgan?
Angel tried to wake Emily up with nudges and hot breath. Sorry. That just sounds way funny.
How did Angel die? She was injured, but not that injured. And they did not use the phrase "put down" in 1870. Anachronistic.
SO LAME: May Angel rest in peace. She is, indeed, an Angel.
What? Why would you capitalize Angel if it's not her name in the last part? So dumb.
Yes, people tend to be sad when their animals DIE.
Mr. Conway doesn't want to talk to three 10-year-old girls. What a surprise.
Lame. He believes in ghosts. And was confronted by the ghost pony. *gag*
He also believes in the crying baby ghost. And the ghost of Mr. Warner, who trips you with his chains!!
I don't think Mr. Warner will trip your ponies. BECAUSE HE ISN'T REAL.
Yeah, riding at night, not a smart plan anyway.
Now Pam believes in ghosts.
He can't speak for the ghosts. Heh. This old man is so mean it's funny.
I wasn't sure if they had metal charm bracelets in 1870.
SHE'S DEAD, Pam. I think it's okay to read her stupid diary.
I hate people who write in their diary like it's a real person. That's why I could read "The Diary of Anne Frank".
I bet Lucy, Meg, and Emily are reincarnations of the Pony Pals.
Emily = Lulu. There's the whole "I killed my pony" guilt thing going on.
Lucy = Pam. They live farther away than the other two.
Meg = Anna. Cuz she has a mischevious pony.
Lame New year's resolutions.
Aw, read this poem.
Here lies Emily's Angel
She was a true, brave friend
May she be remembered always
It's like a bad attempt at a haiku.
PLEASE don't let the Pony Pals write something for the fair.
Aren't you supposed to be controlling Acorn, not the other way around?
They find a piece of slate that says "Ed always", and they think it can't be Angel's because it says "Ed" on it. "Ed always"? THAT MAKES NO SENSE!
Oh, duh, it's from "remembered always"!
Why does Mrs. Crandal just happen to have a big piece of slate in her garage.
Lame. Pony Pals are pretending to be from the "olden days".
And they write a horrible piece on 1870.
Creepy. They hold a seance-type grave digging thingy.
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