That's not a unicorn!

Pearl: "You are whipping us around so fast, where are we now?"
Pickle: "We are still in Santiago, in the Plaza De Armas Central Square".
Pearl: "Why? What are we doing here?"
Pickle: "Following the directive of our lords and masters, looking for unicorns"
Pearl: "This is not a unicorn, this is a common or garden horse"
Pickle: Well, everyone is allowed one mistake"
Pearl: "One?"