Come on, look like a jockey!

[the little gauchito and Burrito are in a race together; the other gauchos on their horses take off, leaving them both in the dust; they look around] Narrator:
We were off with the speed of a bullet! We flew down the track like the wind! Every gaucho was, uh... And meanwhile, Burrito and I were, uh, uh, jockeying for position. Psst. Gauchito! They went that way. [they look left] Narrator:
That way! [they move along slowly; all the spectators laugh] Narrator:
No wonder they laughed. I didn't even look like a jockey. Hey! Gauchito! [the gauchito and Burrito look at the camera] Narrator:
Come on, look like a jockey! [they try to race as jockeys]