01x17 - My Aged Valentine

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[theme song]

♪ Maybe the world is blind

♪ Or just a little unkind

♪ Don't know

♪ Seems you can't be sure

♪ Of anything anymore

♪ Although

♪ You may be lonely and then

♪ One day you're smiling again

♪ Every time

♪ I turn around

♪ I see the girl
who turns my world around ♪

♪ Standing there

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ Her spirit's lifting me

♪ Right off the ground

♪ What's gonna be?

♪ Guess we'll just wait
and see ♪♪

Woof!

[school bell rings]

[children cheering]

[laughter]

Margaux:
Oh, Willie. Willie Van Floot.

Yes, Margaux.

You may open my locker for me.

Thanks, Margaux.

And for a real treat,
I'll let you carry my books.

Thanks, Margaux.

Allen, does that give...

you any ideas?

It sure does.

Thanks, Allen.

Hey, Punky,
Conrad's looking at you.

I don't care.

I'll bet he'd carry your books.

I can carry my own books.

Cherie: Conrad. Con...

Hiya, Punky.

Hello, Conrad.

Want some bubble gum?

It's bad for my teeth.

- Jawbreaker?
- It's got lint on it.

How about my Ghostly Ghoul
glasses?

Yeah.

You want 'em, they're yours.
[chuckles]

No thanks.
You can keep your glasses.

Excuse us.

Punky, he wants to be
your boyfriend!

- I don't want a boyfriend.
- Are you kidding?

Hello, Mrs. Morton.

Thank you for giving us
that test today.

It was a delightful surprise.

Oh, you're welcome, Margaux.

Oh. Now, children,

don't forget what tomorrow is.

All: Valentine's Day!

Oh, you're such
bright youngsters.

Yes, Valentines Day...

my favorite holiday.

And remember,
everybody in the class...

bring a valentine
for everybody else.

- Okay?
- Alright.

See you tomorrow.

All: Bye, Mrs. Morton. Bye.

And you can give
an extra-special

sweetheart valentine

to the one you love best.

Oh, Margaux.

Oh, Cherie.

Oh, brother.

Punky, you're gonna get

a sweetheart valentine
for me tomorrow.

I am not.

And I've got something else
special for you right now.

[giggling]

Wait, Conrad!

I've got something special
for you, too.

[chuckling]

Alright!

Alright, Conrad. It's your turn
to face the music.

- Be brave.
- I'm not scared.

Mrs. Snelling: Conrad!

- Punky.
- Hi, Henry.

Mr. Warnimont.
How nice you look.

I love a bow tie.

Mr. Morton,
Lord rest his soul,

looked wonderful
in a bow tie.

He used to tie it extra tight

and then, then when he'd yodel,
it would bob up and down.

Tell me, do you yodel?

Not if I can help it.

Besides...

I'm here to talk
about Punky,

not about yodeling.

Never mind me. Why don't you
talk about yodeling some more?

I'd love to see
your bow tie, Bob.

That's Henry, dear, not Bob.

Punky, is it true

that you blackened a boy's eye?

Yes, but I didn't mean to.
It was an accident.

- It was?
- Yes, you see...

I was trying to split his lip,
but he moved his head.

Don't you get smart
with me, young lady.

I'm very disappointed in you.

But he kissed me
with his lips.

Mr. Warnimont, I believe
Conrad was carried away

by the spirit
of Valentine's Day.

I guess it affects us all,
doesn't it?

Not really.

Punky, it's true
that Conrad had no business

kissing you
if you didn't want him to.

I didn't.
Believe me, I didn't.

Still, no matter what,
fighting is not the answer.

You'll have to be punished.

I have to stay after school
for two weeks

and clean erasers.

Well, that seems like
a fair sentence.

[instrumental music]

I'm supposed
to apologize to Punky.

Well, go ahead.

Punky, I'm sorry
for what I did.

I'm sorry
for what you did, too.

Punky...

Okay, Henry.

Conrad, you're my friend

and you're a boy,
but you're not my boyfriend.

I don't want a boyfriend.

I got the message.

Does your eye hurt?

Only when I try to focus.

I'm sorry that I hit you.

There now, that's all settled.

Don't you both feel better?

I know I do.

So, Punky, you want
to kiss and make up?

No...

[instrumental music]

Look at my sweetheart valentine.

It says,
"To my fuzzy bunny, Allen,

from your
little chipmunk, Cherie."

Chipmunk?

That's what Allen calls me,
his little chipmunk.

I don't know why.
Hee-hee-hee.

Would you girls like
to hear what I wrote to Willie?

- No.
- No.

Well, you're going to.

It's a poem.

"Stinkweeds are wild,
roses are tamer.

But the fairest flower of all

is your own Margaux Kramer."

- Gross-a-roo!
- Gross-a-roo!

Peasants.

Here, Brandon, why don't you
help me with Henry's valentine?

Good.

Really, Punky,
you're not supposed to send

a special valentine
to your father.

Why not?
He's someone special.

Oh, poor socially backward
Punky...

Don't you realize
you've got to get a boyfriend?

Why?

You're already
in the third grade.

Now is the time to plan
for your high school prom.

If you don't, you'll end up
having to go with Henry.

Margaux, the high school prom
is ten years away.

Yes, but I bet you haven't even
picked out your gown yet.

Don't you have any plans
for the future, Punky?

I think I'll just grow up
and be an astronaut.

But even so,
you'll still want a man.

Not if they're are
anything like boys.

Aren't you gonna get married?

I don't know.

You don't know?

If you don't start
making plans right now,

you're gonna wind up
being old and alone.

Ooh. Old and alone.

You'll be stuck in
this apartment, all by yourself.

Living your lonely life,
all alone.

I think I'm gonna send Allen
two valentines.

Good idea.

[instrumental music]

Are you asleep?

Yes, Henry.

Then why are your eyes
still open?

Because I like to see
where I'm sleeping.

Just close your eyes
and go to sleep.

Okay.

Punky, are you alright?

Yes, Henry.

Goodnight, Henry.

Sweet dreams.

[door closes]

See how he cares
about me, Brandon?

I'll be fine...

as long as I have Henry.

And you.

I'll never, ever be alone.

Even when I'm old... and gray.

[instrumental music]

Punky, where are you?

Punky: I'm coming down
the hall, Henry.

You started down that hall

half an hour ago.

Punky: Ease up, Henry. I'm not
as young as I used to be.

[instrumental music]

How do I look?

Who knows?
I can't see that far.

Punky: I'll come over.

- I made it.
- Hm!

Oh, I must have dozed off.

You've been doing that
a lot lately.

Don't you get smart with me,
young lady.

Besides, you should
cut me a little slack.

I'm years old.

You look fine.

I wanted to look good so
I started dressing last Tuesday.

I'm even wearing my new shoes.

Orthopedic jobs, huh?

Yeah, those sneakers
were k*lling my corns.

You really did yourself up
for this party.

I can't wait till
Cherie and Allen

and Margaux and Willie
get here.

I haven't seen them
since the high school prom.

Oh, yes.

We really had a blast
that night, didn't we, Punky?

Yes. Shall we sit?

Hm. I'm game if you are.

[instrumental music]

[both sigh]

[doorbell dings]

- Oh, no.
- Oh, no.

I'll get it.

God bless you.

Need any help standing up?

No thanks.
I've got... Punky power!

[grunts]

[doorbell dings]

I'm coming, I'm coming.
Hold your horses.

Punky.

Cherie.

[gasps]

Hi, Allen.

What did she say?

- She said "Allen."
- What?

- Your name.
- My name?

It's Allen.

Cherie, you haven't
changed a bit.

No, I've changed a bunch.

- Piece of chicken?
- No thanks.

From the Colonel...
extra-crispy...

No thanks.

[chomp]

[instrumental music]

I'll get the milk,
you get the glasses.

I've got the glasses.
It's my ears that are sh*t.

I made your favorite,
pigs in blankets.

Oh, I really shouldn't.

Well, alright.
But just five.

[grunting]

Come on, son. Give me a hand.
Grab on and pull.

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

Well, aren't you gonna
grab the milk?

Uh-huh. Forget it.

I'm too pooped to drink it.

[sighs]
Alright, let's join the ladies.

Wouldn't you rather
go join the ladies?

[instrumental music]

[thud]

[thud]

Hello, hello.

- Margaux.
- Margaux.

Punky, darling, kiss-kiss.

Cherie, sweetie,
what a big surprise.

Margaux, you look so young.
What's your secret?

Willie Van Floot.

You mean his love
keeps you young?

No, his scalpel.

I had him specialize
in plastic surgery.

You've got the life, Margaux.

I do, don't I?

Well, I'd say
we've all done rather well.

Except for poor old Punky.

What are you talking about?

You never did get a boyfriend,
did you?

I never have and never will.

I see.
Well, love, I must rush.

Time is precious and so am I.

Au revoir.

Allen, let's go.

Wouldn't you rather go?

You're leaving already?

Well, we're going upstairs
to visit

my grandma
and her new husband.

I'm so glad she didn't
wind up old and alone.

Oops. I'm sorry, Punky.

Here, have a Ding Dong.

[instrumental music]

[door slams]

Hey!

Let's paarrtyy!

Party's all over.

Oh. Did I have a good time?

Henry, you're the best.

[grunts]

I was afraid I'd end up
old and alone,

but you've stuck with me.

Well, now, Punky.
Nothing lasts forever.

What are you talking about?

I've found somebody.

Who?

Henry.

Mrs. Morton!

Sweetheart!

- Mwah.
- Mwah.

How did this all happen?

I think it was the bow tie
that got me.

So long, Punky.

I'll be at Mrs. Morton's
from now on.

I left the number
on the fridge.

But, Henry, I'll never
see you again.

Sure you will.

Call, we'll have lunch.

[instrumental music]

Well, Brandon,
now it's just you and me.

People can come and go, but you
can always count on your dog.

[scratching at door]

Who could that be?

[instrumental music]

Brandon, don't you
leave me, too!

Don't you leave me.
Please don't leave me.

I'll be all alone. Alone!

All alone, all alone!

Oh, no.

Punky: All alone, all alone.

All alone, all alone.

Alone. Alone!

No! No!

Brandon, you're still here.

Punky, are you alright?

Henry, you look so young.

You must be dreaming.

Yes, I was.
But it was horrible.

We were all so old...

you were a hundred and forty.

I made it
to a hundred and forty?

Yes. But you could hardly see.

And Cherie was fat
and Allen couldn't hear a thing.

And I was old and gray
and wrinkled.

It was horrible.

But it was only a dream.

Old age isn't
a frightening thing.

It can be a wonderful
time of life.

Look at me.

I'm doing pretty well for
an old codger, don't you think?

Yes, but that wasn't
the terrible part.

It was being alone.

You're not going to be.

I'm here.

Oh, sure now.
But what about when I'm ?

Margaux says that if I don't
get a boyfriend now,

then I'll end up being
old and alone.

Margaux has it all mixed up.

- She has?
- Of course.

There are lots
of single people in the world

who aren't lonely at all.

I'm not married.

And I'm far from being lonely.
I have lots of friends.

Like me and Brandon.

Especially you and Brandon.

So, you see, there's no
real need to have a boyfriend.

Unless you want one.

Henry, I can jump higher
than most boys in my class,

I can hit harder,
and I can spit farther...

What do I need a boy for?

Hmm.

An unusual, yet valid theory.

But I have a hunch you may think
differently some day,

but there's no rush.

You see, love is not something
you can plan.

Then how does it work?

It just happens.

If you keep your heart open,

you make room
for someone to come into it.

Just as you came into mine.

Henry, is it past o'clock?

Oh, yes, way past.

Then can I ask you
one more question?

What is it?

Will you be my valentine?

[instrumental music]

Mm.

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