For a long time, Soarin's heard all sorts of rumors about just how delicious Braeburn's apple pies are. Although, he hadn't planned on them being so irresistible. After sneaking off with one, and gobbling it all up, he'd feel regretful about it. How is he supposed to make it up to Braeburn?

"Well, there's got to be a better way out of this instead of me painting this barn all day."