01x21 - Fenster Hall: Part 1

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Punky Brewster". Aired: September 16, 1984 to March 1986.*
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Follows Punky and her dog, Brandon who have been abandoned by her parents.
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01x21 - Fenster Hall: Part 1

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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 smilin' 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 lifted me
right off the ground ♪

♪ What's gonna be

♪ Guess we'll just wait
and see ♪♪

[dog barks]

[instrumental music]

[screams]

[barking]

Get back here!
That's my jewelry box!

My mom gave me that!

You're not gonna get away
with this, buster.

I got Punky power!

Brandon, call the police.

[barking]

[barking]

[instrumental music]

[gasps]

Hello, T.C.

The way you just ran in here,

it was like
you was bein' followed.

No way, Blade.

You sure?

The person hasn't been born
who could tail me.

I wouldn't be bragging
if I was you, kid.

Yesterday, you let
a -year-old lady outrun you

and get her purse back.

She was wearing Adidas.

Excuses don't pay the man, kid.

Now, our arrangement was...

I take you in,

I give you food...

this fantastic place to live!

Best of all...

I let you hang out with me.

- I'm honored, Blade--
- Don't interrupt me.

Sorry, Blade.

And all I ask in return...

is that you bring me things
that make me happy.

Stereos make me happy.

Credit cards make me happy.

What about jewelry boxes?

Could bring a smile to my face.

Let's take a look at the take.

[groans]

T.C...

what am I gonna do with you?

W-- what is it?

Two Bugs Bunny pencils

and a Hello Kitty eraser!

That's all?

No, that's not all.

I was saving the best for last.

A chicky!

I'm sorry.

Well, I'm sorry too.

Remember when I found you

in that alley?

All alone...

sick, hungry?

I remember, Blade.

And nobody's ever been
as good to me as you.

And nobody ever will.

Now, you think about that.

[instrumental music]

Freeze!

Give me that jewelry box,
and I mean now!

I'm taking my chicky too.

Come off it, kid.

You're worse at stealing
than I am.

Nobody's that bad.

b*at it!

Who is that mean guy?

Your brother or something?

Nah, I don't have a family.

I was on my own
till Blade took me in.

I was on my own
for a while too.

But then I found Henry.

Now, he's my foster father.

Punky: He's great.

He gives me clothes and toys

and good food.

Food?

What kinda food?

Well, tonight,
we're have pot roast.

With the little round potatoes?

Uh-huh.

You wanna come home with me?

This guy, Henry, wouldn't mind?

Nah, Henry loves stray kids.

He took me in, and I'll bet
he'll take you in too.

Really?

Or my name isn't Punky Brewster.

[instrumental music]

What did you say your name was?

[muffled] T.C.

Could you repeat that
in English?

His name is T.C.

Potatoes.

"May I have some potatoes,
please?"

Sure, when I'm done.

Here you go.

Thank you.

You're gonna finish
all those peas?

Yes!

I must admit,

this is the first time
my cooking's been inhaled

with such gusto.

Does that mean you wouldn't mind
if T.C. came to dinner again?

I don't see why not.

Um, could he come, say,
once a month?

I don't see why not.

Well, since he's coming
so often, can we adopt him?

- What?
- Excuse us, T.C.

Mm.

[instrumental music]

Henry, he's just like I was.

He's all alone.

You mean, he has no family?

That's right.

If we adopt him,

he'll be
the son you've always wanted.

He has your eyes.

He does not!

Punky, where did you
find this T.C.?

- In my room.
- In your room?

I sort of caught him
stealing my jewelry box.

You want me to adopt a thief?

Punky: But he needs somebody,
Henry.

Please, Henry, can we keep him?

Huh? Can we, huh? Huh?

Punky, it's not that easy.

But, Henry,
he doesn't have anything

in the whole wide world.

I'm sorry, Punky, I'm not about
to harbor a half-pint hoodlum.

Who asked you, pops?

Hold it, young man, you're not
allowed to call me pops!

Thanks for the chow.
See you, Punky.

Hold it.

Young man, is it true
that you're homeless?

I got a home.
I stay with Blade.

What's a "Blade?"

He makes T.C. steal for him,
Henry.

Young man, I cannot,
in good conscience

allow you to return to
a something named Blade.

I'm taking you to Fenster Hall.

What's that?

A place that takes in children,
like you.

Blade told me
about those joints.

They're just junior jails.

It's not a jail, T.C.

It's a really neat place.

They'll try to
find you a foster home.

First, they have to find me.

Hold it, T.C.

I'm taking you to Fenster Hall.

Now, you can either
go there voluntarily,

or you can go there
kicking and screaming.

It's up to you.

[scoffs]

In your ear, gramps.

[instrumental music]

Punky, grab my hat.
March!

No! No!

Call Baxter, Brandon.

[instrumental music]

- I'm telling!
- Huh?

You are intentionally disrupting
my study hour.

I was just shelling peanuts.

Yeah, Lyle. He's just hungry.

He's always just hungry,

that's why he's just enormous.

- Lyle.
- Yeah?

- You see this?
- Yeah.

This could be you.

[giggling]

Hi, guys.

- Hi, Mike.
- Hi, Mike.

Gentlemen,
it has come to my attention

that someone on the boys floor

decided to liven up
yesterday's vegetable soup

by adding to it
Nadine Tannenbaum's goldfish.

[whistles]

Now, I will admit that
the soup needs work

but, personally,
I like my soup without pets.

Now, I don't wanna see you guys

pulling this type of stunt
again.

Well, guys, I guess that rules
out tomorrow's hamster milk.

[laughing]

Don't laugh.

Nadine is very upset.

And I expect to see each
and every one of you tomorrow

at Glub Glub's funeral.

Rita on PA: Attention,
Michael Fulton,

this is Rita J. Sanchez,
your boss.

All: Boo!

Rita on PA: I heard that.

Michael, I want to see you
in your office.

Now!

Oops! I'm late.
I gotta go.

You guys have a nice day.
Hey, be good.

[rock music]

[music continues]

Yeah!

Yeah!

[music continues]

Michael, I just got a very angry
phone call from the county.

The subject was Mike Fulton.

Rita, what's the problem?

They found out about
Yahoo the elephant.

Oh, yeah. Yahoo.

Michael, what were you thinking?

I was thinking, since the boys
had come down with chicken pox

and couldn't make it
to the circus,

I'd bring a little bit
of the circus to them.

Next time, hire a clown.

And what about this auction?

Oh, yeah, I've been putting
these posters up all over town.

- Isn't it great?
- No, it isn't great, Michael.

It also isn't sanctioned
by the county.

You'll have to cancel it.

But the kids have been working
on these projects for weeks.

And it is a way for Fenster
to bring in some bucks.

The county provides
for these children.

Sure, bed and board.

But what about fun?

Fun?

Rita...

these boys are
from broken homes.

They're b*rned out on life.

Now, I figured my job's
to help them to understand

what has happened to them,
and to let them know

that they are allowed
to be happy.

Okay, Michael,
have your auction.

Alright! Woo!

- I'll clear it with the county.
- Oh, thanks, Rita.

But in return, you've gotta do
something for me.

- Anything.
- Catch up on this paperwork.

Anything but that.

As the administrator
of Fenster Hall--

Oh, now, don't pull rank--

And as your boss,
I am telling you,

you do not leave this office

until this stack of paperwork
is gone.

Have a nice day.

Alright, now,
let's get down to business

doing a little work here.

Let's see,
little Jimmy Braxton.

Wait a minute.

Jimmy's in the Marines now.

I am behind.

[knocking on door]

Mike: It's open.
Punky: No, it isn't.

- Now it is.
- Punky!

- Hi, Mike!
- How you doing, babe?

Henry, how's it goin'?

So, tell me,
what brings you to Fenster?

We have a young man here
who is in need of a friend.

Well, you've come
to the right place.

This is T.C.

- T.C., this is Mr. Fulton.
- Hey, how are you doin'?

Hey, most of the guys
around here call me Mike.

You can too.

Okay, Muck.

No, that's Mike.

Who cares?

Thanks for bringin' him in.

Don't mention it.

- Well, good luck, T.C.
- Yeah, sure.

- Bye, Mike.
- See you later, Punky.

Night, Henry.
See you at the auction?

- We'll be there.
Mike: Alright.

Oh, and T.C.,
let me give you a tip

about life in Fenster Hall.

Always be first
at dessert lines.

Except on Fridays.

Rice pudding.

So, um, what does T.C.
stand for?

Um, why don't you have a seat,
and let's talk, okay?

Okay.

You know, T.C.,
a lot of guys come here hostile

and with good reason.

So, tell me,
what's bothering you, T.C.?

Your face.

My face?

Everybody's talking
about my face.

Everybody's talking
about my face.

But it's the only way I was to
know, is to keep my ears apart.

Ah, so I see
you're the silent type, huh?

Well, around here, we got ways

to make you sing like a bird.

Okay, kid. What's your name?

What's your old man's name?
What's your shoe size?

Ah, tough guy, huh?

Looks like it's time to get out
the old persuader.

Say, Michael Jackson,
get me the old persuader.

Woo! Ah!

Ah, that's very good, Michael.

[imitating Michael Jackson]
Thank you very much.

[imitating Mr. T] Say, fool!

Why, it's Mr. T.

[imitates Mr. T] Say, man, you
don't be messin' with no kids.

I love kids.

And I pity the fool
who don't love kids.

[grunts]

Hey, hey, hey.

You see, this is not
a bad boy after all.

You see, he's just
a little frightened

and confused.

Confused mind's funny.

I've got Michael's persuader.

[imitates Michael Jackson]
That's right.

Well, wait a second. Why don't
y'all hold on a minute?

Why don't y'all

cut the dude some slack, Jack?

'Cause, maybe
the kid will talk to you

if you give him
some Jell-O pudding.

My last name's Finestra.

T.C. Finestra. Alright.

Now, we're getting
down to business here.

Now, [clears throat] you wanna
try for a birthday?

March th, .

But that's all
you're getting out of me.

I'm all out of answers.

Well, that's alright.

'Cause I'm all
out of characters.

[instrumental music]

Guys, I want you to meet
your new roommate.

This is T.C. Finestra.

Boy, this place is overcrowded.

Five to a seven.

It was only four
until you arrived.

Any more lip and there'll
still only be four of us.

Welcome aboard.
So glad you could join us.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Mike.

- Goodnight, Mike.
- See you later. Bye!

My name's Dash,

and this is Lyle.

And this is Sugar.

Dash, Lyle and Sugar?

What did they do?
Stick me in a wimp ward?

What do you guys call this one?

- Conan!
- Nice name.

What exactly does
T.C. stand for?

Toad Collector. And you guys
are primo specimens.

As far as I'm concerned,
your name is Toad Face.

- Hey, you watch it, man.
- I don't like your attitude.

Yeah? Why don't you go
tell your mommy?

Hey, you messin' with
Lester "Sugar" Thompson,

the next middleweight champion
of the world.

You just might make it,

as long as you keep
fighting shadows.

Hey, you better watch your mouth
and count your teeth,

'cause if you don't,
you gonna need a...

What a zoo.

So, what time they lock us in
around here?

Lock us? This isn't
a correctional institution.

You mean, the doors and
windows aren't locked?

Of course not.

We're in an honor system
around here.

You mean, the only thing
keeping me in this dump

is my honor?

That's right.

So long, chumps.

[instrumental music]

He left. What do you think
we ought to do?

Celebrate.

[instrumental music]

Hey, Blade.
What's shakin', man?

Where have you been?

I got sidetracked

then dropped in this place,
Fenster Hall.

It's a dog pound for kids.

I've seen posters
for that place.

They're having some kind of
an auction, right?

Yeah. Boy, Blade, was I glad
to get out of there.

Well, kid,
you're going right back.

What?

I figured...

that auction is gonna bring them
a nice chunk of change.

So what?

So, you're gonna take
your poor, little homeless self

back there
until the auction's over.

Then what?

Then you're gonna come
runnin' home to Blade

with the money.

Blade, you're a genius.

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

I'm telling!

[air horn blowing]

Mike: Alright, brothers,
come on.

- Yeah!
- Woo-hoo! Yeah!

It's Monday night,
and that means it's gripe night.

Now, T.C.,
you're still new here,

so, Conan, tell T.C.
what gripe night is.

Gripe night is an open forum
for our thoughts.

Great! The day you get
a thought, we'll open a forum.

Can I hurt him?

No, Conan, he's hurtin' himself.

Not as much as I could.

Okay, uh, who's first?
Who has a gripe?

I do. It's about the auction.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, Sugar,
what about the auction?

Mike, we've all been
working hard

to finish our projects
for the auction,

but one of us here hasn't even
started a project yet.

I'm not gonna ask
who that person is.

Why should I help you guys?

I'm not into raising bucks
for bozos.

You offend my sensibilities.

Mine too.

Look, guys, T.C. doesn't have to
make something for the auction.

It's voluntary.

Now, let's move on.

I have a gripe.

- Uh-oh.
- Oops!

"Hassling girls."

Now, it's bad enough
that someone here

condemned Nadine Tannenbaum's
goldfish to death by soup...

but your behavior
was inexcusable

at Glub Glub's funeral.

Now, I wanna know,
who brought the cat?

Sh-- she shouldn't have had
an open coffin.

Look, T.C.,
if you don't clean up your act,

you're gonna find yourself
scrubbing the floors

with a toothbrush.
You got that?

Okay.

Anymore gripes?

This gripe isn't a what,
it's more of a who.

- Wh-- which who?
- Him who.

I went out of my way to be nice
to this freakazoid.

I even offered to loan him
my copy

of recent revisions
in "The Federal Tax Code."

Uh, that reminds me,
did you finish my ?

I'll have it for you
next Monday.

I think you'll be pleased.

Great. Uh, now,
back to your gripe.

Well, despite my outpouring
of generosity towards T.C.,

he invariably rebuffs me with
his contemptuous behavior.

Gentlemen, you're the ones
with the gripes against T.C.

So, what do you wanna
do about it?

Let's run his underwear up
the flagpole.

[laughing]

Yeah, with him in 'em.

[laughing]

Actually, I was thinking what if
we put T.C. in the hot box?

- Great! Great idea!
- Yeah.

What's this?

T.C., we call this the hot box.

And we've all had
our turn inside it.

What happens?

Well, the idea is for you
to open up.

Tell us what you're thinkin'
and how you feel.

Man, you guys are sure hard up
for entertainment around here.

Hey, ever since you got here,

you've had this chip
on your shoulder.

Why the Mr. Tough Guy act?

It's no act. I am tough.

And I can whoop any kid here.

- Even Inflatable Hulk.
- Hey, sit down, Conan.

I'll tell you what tough is,
T.C.

Tough is having enough guts to
talk the truth about yourself.

So, step inside the box.

It's okay, T.C.,
don't be scared.

Who said I was scared?

What do you wanna know,
Mr. Mom?

What you're so mad about.

Simple, I hate being here.

Yeah, then why'd you come back?

It's none of your business.

Hey, man, I think what you need
is an attitude adjustment.

See, we don't like you
makin' fun of us.

Mike says that we are all
supposed to stick together.

And Mike says that--

"Mike says, Mike says."

Man, he's really
conned you guys.


I beg your pardon?

Can't you see what he is?

He's a lousy do-gooder.

He comes in here, gives us
some crummy two-bit advice

you get out of a fortune cookie.

Then, he goes home and brags
to all his buddies

what a wonderful job he's doing
with us poor, miserable kids.

Mike cares about us, T.C.

He loves Fenster Hall.

- Yeah, sure.
- He does.

Why should I believe that?

Because I've been here since
I was seven years old.

- Where's your family, T.C.?
- What?

Where's your mother?

Dead.

Mike: Where's your father?

Split.

Mike: When was the last time
you saw him?

Few months ago.

- Why do you think he--
- Will you get off my back?

Why do you think he split?

Who knows?

We lived in this trailer.

And one day I come home
from school...

and the trailer was gone.

No more dad...

no more pad.

No big deal.

Why do you think he split?

Who cares?

I think you care.

Mike: Why'd he split?

For one thing...

he couldn't get a job.

He was also hitting
the bottle pretty hard.

And...

Yeah?

My mother d*ed when I was born.

And he never let me forget it.

I wish it could've been me
who d*ed, instead of her.

It wasn't your fault, T.C.

Your father was wrong
to blame you.

And it's my guess that
he would never have blamed you

if he had realized one thing.

What's that?

That you needed your mom
just as much as he did.

Yeah.

Alright.

You may trick me
into spilling my guts,

but that's it, pal.

Hands off!

It's getting late, guys.

Better hit the sack.

T.C...

Goodnight.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Goodnight, T.C.

I'm glad you're here.

I've always wanted
a big brother.

[instrumental music]

[snoring]

[snoring]

[music continues]

Blade!

[whispering] Hey, kid.

How's it goin'?

Everything on track
for the auction?

Blade, I'm not sure
this is a good idea.

Stealing money is always
a good idea.

Can we just forget it?

No, we can't just forget it.

And when that auction's over,

you grab the cash and you get
your butt back to my place.

- Blade--
- Hey!

Now, don't go soft on me, kid.

Remember,
soft things have a way...

of getting bruised.

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hi.
- Well, hi, T.C. Hi, Sugar.

[laughing]

Hi, Mike.

Punky! Whoo, you look beautiful.

Will you marry me?

I'm sorry, Mike, but I can't.

I promised Henry I wouldn't get
married until I start dating.

[laughing]

Mike, I'd like you to meet
my neighbor, Betty Johnson.

- Hi, Mike.
- How are you doing, Betty?

Ooh, that dress you're wearing
is simply gorgeous.

Will you marry me?

Yeah.

I didn't promise Henry a thing.

[laughing]

- Hey, T.C.
- Hey, Punky.

Thanks for
that rice pudding alert.

That stuff is nuclear waste.

T.C., I'd like you to meet
my best friend, Cherie.

Cherie, this is T.C.

Hi, Cherie.
This is my friend, Sugar.

Hi, Cherie.

Excuse us.

He's gorgeous!

Hi, Sugar.

T.C., did you
make anything here?

Yeah.

Hey, a birdhouse.

Yeah, it started out
to be a doghouse,

but I ran out of time.

- It's really great, T.C.
- Thanks.

Well, uh, we better go
get some food

before Conan sucks it all up.

Yeah.

- Bye, Cherie.
- Excuse us.

He's so gorgeous.

- Bye, Sugar.
- Bye.

Cherie,
you're a very sick person.

Yeah, I'm in Sugar Shock.

Uh, excuse me, uh,
everybody grab a seat.

Grab a seat, everybody.

[giggling]

Ladies and gentlemen...

Fensterites of all ages,

as you know, we're here tonight
to raise some money

for some much needed
sports equipment.

But there's somethin' that
these kids need even more,

and that's a home.

So, please think about
bein' a foster parent.

And now, it's auction time!

[cheering]

But...

But before we get to
the kids' projects,

I have a beautiful item
for sale.

Dash?

This coat
is not brand new

but it is genuine camel hair.

And this coat

can go
six months without water.

[laughing]

Ooh!

Will someone start
the bidding at $ ?

Michael, that's my coat!

I have a bid for $ ,
do I hear ?

It cost a $ .

Sold for a hundred
and thirty dollars.

How about a round of applause

for this beautiful, gorgeous
woman in here?

Mike: We love you, Rita.
We love you, Rita.

Thank you very much.
Thank you. We love you.

Hey, we'll give you
the receipt after...

Yes, thank you.

Mike: Yeah! Alright.

Next, we have truly magnificent
birdhouse for sale.

Henry, T.C.
made that birdhouse.

Could we buy it?

What are my bid
for this mansion

that any bird
would be proud to call a home?

Twenty dollars.

Twenty-five.

Henry, that Mrs. Johnson.

She's trying to outbid us.

She won't get away with it.
Thirty dollars.

I have a bid
for thirty dollars, Betty.

Thirty-five bucks.

Mike: Thirty-five.
- Fifty.

Mike: Fifty.
- Seventy-five.

- Seventy-five.
- A hundred.

- A hundred.
- A hundred and fifty.

- A hundred and fifty.
- A hundred and seventy-five.

[all exclaiming]

Sold to Henry Warnimont

for a hundred and seventy five
dollars.

Thank you.

Alright.

Mike: We love you,
Mr. Warnimont.

[cheering]

Henry...

you just spent a hundred
and seventy five dollars

on a birdhouse.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughing]

There we were,
trying to outbid each other.

[laughing]

Could you imagine spending
that much for a birdhouse?

[laughing]

So, I was thinking,

why don't you and I
share the cost?

[laughing]

Forget it.

[indistinct chatter]

T.C.

What's up, man?

You don't want all this money
lying around, do you?

I'm taking it to your office.

Hey, don't you trust me?

Yeah.

I trust you.

Go ahead.

[instrumental music]

- Where you've been?
- Blade.

You're supposed to be home
a half hour ago.

I was real worried.

I was just counting the money.

So,
you actually pulled it off.

- Yeah.
- Come on.

- Let's forget this place.
- Blade, wait.

- I've been thinking--
- Bad habit.

I-- I know, but the thing is...

these kids don't have much.

They worked real hard for this

and they need the money,
you know ?

T.C., you better slap a Band Aid
on your heart

because it's starting to bleed.

Tell you what, Blade, let's
leave the money here, okay?

I'll go home with you

and I'll steal all
the stuff you want.

I got a better idea.

We'll take the money,

live real good till it runs out

and then you'll steal
all the stuff I want.

[laughs] Now, let's go.

No, Blade, you're not taking
this money, and that's final.

Sort of. Pretty much.

T.C., are you trying
to double-cross me?

After all I've done for you?

You haven't helped me, Blade.

You make me do things that
make me feel bad about myself.

Then, then you say you're the
only one who cares about me.

Well, that isn't true.

People here care about me.

And they want me to do things

that make me feel good
about myself.

And I like that.

So, get out of here, Blade!

Me and this money
are staying put.

Goin' somewhere?

Well, well, look who's here?

If it isn't camp counselor.

[laughs]

b*at it...

before you get hurt.

Careful, Mike,
he's good with that Kn*fe.

[grunting]

[grunting]

Hey...

you can have the money,
but you can't have T.C.!

Really?

Well, I got something here

that says I can have both.

Look, if you take the money,

I won't hassle you.

But if you try and take T.C.,

you're gonna have to k*ll me.

I'm touched.

I'm rich.

And I'm history.

And you better not come back!

Messing with the kid.

[sighs]

- You alright?
- Yeah.

How much of that did you hear
before you came in?

All of it.

Oh, so that means
you followed me here?

Yeah.

When I asked you
if you trusted me,

you said you did.

I lied.

What about when you told Blade

if he wanted to take me
he'd have to k*ll you?

Was that a lie too?

No.
That was the truth.

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- What's goin' on around here?
- What happened, Mike?

Calm down. Calm down.

- Calm down.
- Hey, Mike, what went down?

We had a little situation here,
okay?

A guy broke in here, tried to
take T.C. and the auction money.

But Mike stood up to him
and ran him off.

[cheering]

Did he get the auction money?

Yeah.

But we still have T.C.

Swell.

Minor correction here.

Blade did get the cash box,
yeah,

but he didn't get...

the cash.

[cheering]

[instrumental music]

Punky!

- Hi, Henry, guess what?
- What?

The police caught
Blade at the the hospital.

What happened?
Did he fall out of a window?

No, he got so mad when he found
out that the cash box was empty,

that he threw it down
and broke his toe.

[laughing]

Is it alright if
I invite T.C. to dinner?

I don't see why not.

Oh, good.

Uh, since I'm inviting T.C.,
can I invite Mike too?

I don't see why not.

Oh, good. Well, since
I'm inviting T.C. and Mike,

can I invite
the rest of Fenster Hall too?

What!

All: Hi, Henry,
what's for dinner?

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