02x10 - Love Thy Neighbor

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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02x10 - Love Thy Neighbor

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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
that 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 ♪

- Boy : Trick or treat!
- Woman : Oh!

Woman : What do we have here?

Oh, you guys look so cute.

Happy Halloween.

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[knock at door]

- Trick or treat!
- Trick or treat!

- Well, what have we here?
- I'm Rambo.

Oh, how'd you split your lip,
Rambo?

I tripped over my muscles.

Well, maybe this will
make it feel better, huh?

- There we go!
- Thank you.

And you are a pretty kitty.

- I'm Tony the Tiger.
- Oh, how about a candy bar?

- Gr-r-reat.
- Ha ha.

And look at you.

That is a perfect ' s outfit.

Thanks, ma'am, but you don't
look old enough

to remember the ' s.

Oh, aren't you sweet?
Here, have another one.

You must've just been a baby
in the ' s.

Well, you have certainly
made my day.

How about one more?

In fact, you're incredibly
young and beautiful.

- I mean, like, you probably--
- Honey, don't push it.

Right.

Oh, isn't that cute?

You're dressed
just like your dog.

Oh.

Hold it, we better skip
that one.

The sign says,
"No soliciting."

It's okay, Henry, it's only
for people named Bub.

[knock at door]

Wait a second.

That's Old Lady Peevy's
apartment.

Well, and what do you want?

- Trick or treat?
- Trick or treat?

And I'm supposed
to give you candy?

Well, have you
done anything to earn it?

Answer me! Have you?

- No--
- Don't interrupt me.

You're a pair
of miserable beggars.

You're just pathetic.

Now, see here--

- Are you with 'em?
- Yes, I am.

Well then,
you better get them

out of here
before I call the cops.

- My good woman--
- Oh!

You have no way of knowing
whether I am good or bad,

and I'm certainly not yours.

Now, get out of here!

And you take your twin brother
with you.

[instrumental music]

Come on, Brandon.

Boy, Old Lady Peevy's sure
took the fun out of Halloween.

Yeah, we didn't do
anything to her.

- Why was she so mean?
- I know why.

Old Lady Peevy is a witch.

- What?
- What?

- She's a witch.
- Get out of here.

Remember Joey Maloney?

He hit a softball through
Old Lady Peevy's window,

and when he went up to get it,

that's the last time
anybody ever saw him.

I thought Joey Maloney
moved to Indianapolis.

Sure, that's what they say,

but we know
what really happened.

- We do?
- Yeah.

Old Lady Peevy
bakedhim in her oven.

Why?

'Cause he wouldn't fit
in the microwave.

This is terrible.

Somebody should do something
to stop her.

We can't stop her.

[sighs]

But we can play
a trick on her.

Trick?

I'd say this situation calls
for the Famous Flying Foamy.

- Ooh!
- Ooh!

What's that?

You take a bag and you fill it
with shaving cream.

Then you stick the open part
under Old Lady Peevy's door,

then you step on it.

And the shaving cream splatters
all over the floor.

It's just plain awesome.

I love it.

Don't forget, she's a witch.

Whoever does it
could wind up cooked.

Right.

This sounds like
a job for Rambo.

Unh-unh.

Rambo's too noisy.

We need something sneaky
and quiet.

You know, like a tiger.

No way. I think Punky
should do it.

Nobody will cook Gidget.

Look, the only fair way
is if we draw straws.

The shortest straw
has to go.

- I guess that's okay.
- Well, okay.

Watch out, guys,
I feel lucky tonight.

[instrumental music]

Shh.

[door opens]

[gasps]

[music continues]

[sighs]

[music continues]

- Huh!
- Gotcha!

Ohh!

[Mrs. Peevy cackles]

Now I've got you,
you miserable little sneak.

Now, just what were you
up to?

I was gonna give my dog
a shave.

[grunts]
You were gonna give me

the Famous Flying Foamy.

You know about it?

Some rotten kid tries it on me
nearly every Halloween.

What is the matter
with you kids?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

- Everything?
- Oh, you are pathetic.

Would it help to say
"I'm sorry?"

Well, that depends.

Are you sorry
because you did it,

or sorry
because I caught ya?

- Both.
- Well, then it doesn't!

Doesn't help!

- Nice place.
- Who asked you?

You kids are a menace.

Look at that.
Read it.

"Joey Maloney."

Broke my window,
and then had the gall

to come around
and want his ball back.

[cackles]

That's one ball
he'll never throw again.

And now...

what am I going
to do with you?

[bell dings]

You stay right there.
Stay right there.

My oven is all heated up.

Oven?
[screams]

[intense music]

[panting]

[Brandon barking]

Brandon.

Henry, Mrs. Peevy
wouldn't give us a treat,

so we had to pull
a trick on her.

Then she grabbed me,
and started yelling at me.

I got away,
but she kept Brandon.

Let me get this straight.

You played a prank
on a helpless old woman,

you got caught, and then
you ran off without your dog.

That's another way
of putting it.

Young lady, go to your room
and stay there.

For how long?

I wouldn't make any plans
until after college.

What about Brandon?

Go to bed.

I'll take care of Brandon.

And I'll take care
of that old bat, too.

She doesn't scare me.

[sighs]

[gasping]

Relax, Henry, it's me.

Mike! Why are you
dressed like that?

- It's Halloween.
- Oh, right.

What're you doing here?

Yeah, I was on my way
to a fine party

when Punky called me
about Brandon.

She called you?

Yeah, well, she was afraid
to tell you.

She thought you'd sent her
to her room

and make her stay there
until after college.

That's ridiculous.

Yeah, but I told her
she had to face the music

and tell you anyway.

Thank you.

So, I see you're off to get
Brandon back, huh?

How'd you know that?

I knew you were going somewhere.

You in your pajamas and hat.

[scoffs]
What an awful night!

Do you know what it's like
to walk miles

with two little girls,
a four-foot Rambo

and a dog
dressed just like you?

- No, but--
- I am old.

There aren't many miles
left in these legs.

- Well, Henry, I--
- And just when I think...

that the evening
is finally safely behind me.

And I'm off to bed
for a nice read,

I have to deal
with this Peevy Poop!

Peevy Poop?

You know what
really bothers me, Mike?

Granted, Punky was wrong
to pull that prank,

but Mrs. Peevy provoked it.

That woman would get
Mother Teresa steamed.

Well, Punky seems to think
that she's a witch.

Yes. Well, I got her straight
on that.

I told her
witches didn't exist.

But if they did,

Mrs. Peevy has the right face
for it.

Well, I have a suggestion.

Why don't you let me go
and get Brandon?

- Why?
- 'Cause you seem upset.

I am not upset.

I'm not about to let
that cantankerous

old woman get me upset.

- I am above that.
- Well, that's obvious.

But, Henry, right now
your mood is way south of ugly.

If you and Mrs. Peevy
get in a shouting match

it'll only aggravate
the situation.

So, why don't you just
go in the kitchen

make a nice hot pot of tea
and let me go get the dog.

Wouldn't Brandon come with me
more willingly than with you?

No way.

Did you ever see a dog
that didn't like bones?

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

What do you want?

Begging for attention, huh?

Well, you're...

wasting your time.

You're... pathetic.

[knock at door]

Oh, I hate this
Halloween stuff.

Excuse me.

Don't you kids
have any homes to go to?

I'm not a trick-or-treater.

You dress like that
all the time, do you?

No, well, you see, I was on my
way to a Halloween party.

Yeah, well, don't let me
keep you.

[knock at door]

Please, Mrs. Peevy,
I have to talk to you.

[sighs]

Look, I've got no money,
I got no candy,

I got no time to talk.

No, but you do have
a little girl's dog.

Oh.

Who are you
and what do you want?

My name is Mike Fulton.

I'm a friend
of Punky Brewster's.

And I come for her dog.
How you doing, Brandon? Nice...

Uh, I was just gonna take him
back to her

if it wasn't
too much trouble, ma'am.

And why couldn't
she come after him herself?

Uh, you see, she
was afraid that you were--

That I was a what?

A witch.
Silly, isn't it?

[nervous chuckle]

Uh, yeah...
[clears throat]

Uh, you mind if I
turn on some light in here?

Nice place.


Your little friend is impudent
and irresponsible,

just like all kids.

Imagine leaving
this sweet dog here

and then send somebody else
to come and get him.

A-- actually
Punky's very responsible.

She's one of the brightest kids
in my class.

- I'm her teacher.
- You teach?

Y-- you spend all day
in a room

full of children?

Sure, I love teaching.

[laughs]
You're pathetic.

Why do you dislike
children so much?

I don't dislike 'em,
I hate 'em.

You see that trophy
up on the shelf?

You get it down for me, please.

- Ma'am?
- There, up there, yeah.

I'll bet you think
I was always

a crotchety old crone,
don't you?

No.

Now, read the inscription
on that.

Uh, "Kenderson Trophy Company--"

The other side.

Pathetic.

"Starland Ballroom
Dance Competition, .

Grand Prize winner,
Isabelle Peevy."

- You were a dancer?
- All my life.

I just love dancing.

No matter how bad things get,

when you step out
on that dance floor

and the music begins...

nothing else matters.

Hey, you must
have been really good.

You bet your butt I was.

And I'd still be dancing if
it wasn't for some rotten kid.

What happened?

[sighs]
I told those kids once

I told them a thousand times,

"Don't ride your bikes
on the sidewalks."

I was heading for
the Starland Ballroom,

I was wearing my beige chiffon,
shoes dyed to match.

[Mike chuckles]

And around the corner
came this kid, full speed

and he crashed
right into me.

He didn't even stop!

But the dancing did.

I'm so sorry.

I mean, what that kid did
was terrible.

Do you have to blame
all children?

Well, look, if I needed
any advice

I'd ask Dear Abby,
not some bag of bones.

But, Mrs. Peevy,
there are a lot of kids

in this neighborhood
who could be of, of help to you.

I mean, they could do things
like, uh-- uh, run errands,

clean the house,
and visit.

I don't need anything
from those ragamuffins,

and I don't need anything
from you.

Now, you take this mangy dog,

this bowser,
and get out of here with him.

- But, Mrs. Peevy--
- No!

No!

Stop meddling in my life.

I don't need anybody.

Now, you get out of here.
[sobbing]

You know what
snoops like you are?

- Pathetic?
- You got it.

And since her accident,
she more or less

just closed herself
in her apartment.

Now I understand
why she's so mad at kids.

Yeah, she's not crazy
about skeletons either.

Mike, I feel awful.

How could I be so mean?

I'm just a no-good
dirty dinknose.

Now, come on, Punky,
don't be so hard on yourself.

And you're not a dinknose,
whatever that is.

And you learned
a lesson from it.

From now on you won't be
so quick to judge people.

You know, Mrs. Peevy

sorta reminds me of Henry.

I wouldn't tell him that.

Oh, not Henry now.

I mean, the way Henry used to be
when I first met him.

- Was he a little crabby?
- He was a lot crabby.

Well, he's certainly
not like that anymore.

No, all he needed was somebody
to care about him.

I think that's what
Mrs. Peevy needs.

- Could we be her friend?
- Wait a minute. "We?"

- Uh, no way. Unh-unh, no--
- It was just a thought.

Oh, come on, you know,
I was just joking.

Hey, listen, let's go over there
right now.

- Great.
- Alright!

How was your party last night?

I won first prize
for best costume.

- With a skeleton suit?
- That's right.

I was the only one
that didn't come as Rambo.

[Mike laughing]

[knock at door]

Mrs. Peevy?

[intense music]

Punky: Mrs. Peevy?

Mrs. Peevy?

Come on, Punky,
I guess she's not at home.

- Can we come back later?
- Sure.

Come on, Brandon.

[barking]

What is it?

Mike, Brandon wouldn't be
acting like this

unless something was wrong.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

Move, Brandon.

Stand back. Stand back.
Back.

- Mrs. Peevy!
- Mrs. Peevy.

I...

I fell.

My hip hur-- hurts.

Don't move, Mrs. Peevy,
I'm gonna call the paramedics.

- Don't move!
- Can I get you anything?

Just stay-- stay with me,
please.

Don't worry, I won't leave you
for a second.

Thank you.

Thank you.

[instrumental music]

[laughs]

[whispering]

Hey!

That's not fair.
Two against one.

Oh, Henry, come--

[doorbell buzzing]

[gasp]
Mrs. Peevy!

- Come on in.
- Thanks.

Thought I'd drop in and say hi.

- Hello, there.
- Mrs. Peevy.

I was gonna do that
to you tomorrow.

Mrs. Peevy, you look great.

Oh, and I feel even better.

Alright, everybody, now-- now,
sit down and-- and listen up.

I've got something to say and...

I don't want any interruptions.

I never chew my cabbage twice.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Uh-huh.

When I was in the hospital,
I got to thinking

what might have happened
if you two hadn't found me.

I could have kicked the bucket.

Made me realize
how alone I was.

Well, you're not alone anymore.

You've got us now.

The point is, that one child
ruined my life and...

another child saved it.

I wasted years

full of bitterness
and self-pity,

I, I was a no-good
dirty dinknose.

No more.
I'm gonna start all over.

Give me a hug.

Come on, hurry up.

That's a good one.
[chuckles]

Oh, I hope I didn't hurt
your hip.

Oh, heck no, the doctor gave me
a brand new hip.

I'm gonna take it down
to the Starland Ballroom

and teach it how to dance.

The only thing I don't have
is a partner.

Uh, you busy tonight, Pops?

- Me? Oh, well, I, uh...
- Mrs. Peevy: Uh-huh.

I mean, why don't we
cut a rug together?

Go on, Henry.
Go cut the rug.

- Well, what the hey.
- Yeah!

And, you know, if we hurry,
I think we can

just make the conga line.

- The conga? That's my favorite.
- Oh, good.

[Cuban music]

Alright.

- Hey, let's play another one.
- Okay.

You're not gonna b*at me
this time.

- Oh, yeah? I'm gonna...
- No, you won't.

Henry is gone now,
so what you gonna do?

[laughs]

[theme music]
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