Jeffica. Becky Apples. Ugh.
Jeffica. I bet Becky's got perfect hair.
Jeffica. Jeffica's got stupid, stupid hooves.
I'm never gonna eat another apple ever again.
Ooh, it really bunches my wool to think how badly she hurt you.
Baby girl, tell me a story.
I left my rider so that I could raise an army.
So that she could raise an army.
Then Sea Dog popped up and he said something alarming.
Ooh, what did he say?
He told me that my best friend's ridden. No.
Another horse so pretty. No.
And her name is Becky Apples because, ugh, of course it is.
Becky Apples. Becky Apples.
What a gorgeous, fancy schmuck.
Becky, how do you like my apples?
Cause I think your apples suck.
Becky Apples. Becky Apples.
Guess what I knew rider first.
And while technically I don't know Becky, I know she's the worst.
Ugh, she is so the worst horse.
Right?
It's unbelievable.
Stupid Becky.
But can I tell you about someone who's kind of a total Becky in my life?
Okay, I mean, I'm kind of not done being mad about Becky Apples.
Well, I was flirting, flirting with a slick mer dude.
No, this is not the same situation.
He was the finest carny that I've ever pursued.
There was more than one?
He played me like a ukulele.
He did.
I don't want no drama, baby.
What?
But I flipped when I found out his girlfriend was a llama lady.
Oh, that jibber -jabber, that jibber -jabber.
God, stupid pretty legs.
And I bet that sleepish mer guy would let her adopt his eggs.
Jibber -jabber, jibber -jabber, jibber -jabber.
Oh, even her wool is perkier.
Maybe Jaffica's flirty boyfriend is the one who's the actual jerk here.
Oh, Jaffica, making me feel bad about projecting my own insecurities
and displacing blame on her when she really did nothing wrong.
Oh, she's the worst.
Oh, right.
You're sad.
I feel your pain, girl.
I'm your vindicator.
And we don't know, Jaffica.
Becky, we just know we hate her.
This isn't okay.
And this isn't fine.
Let it out, baby girl.
It's just I thought Ryder would always be mine.
