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♪ Every day when you're
walking down the street ♪
♪ Everybody that you meet
has an original point of view ♪
(laughing)
♪ And I say hey ♪
Hey!
♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪
♪ If we could learn
to work and play ♪
♪ And get along
with each other ♪
♪ You got to listen to
your heart, listen to the b*at ♪
♪ Listen to the rhythm,
the rhythm of the street ♪
♪ Open up your eyes,
open up your ears ♪
♪ Get together and make things
better by working together ♪
♪ It's a simple message,
and it comes from the heart ♪
♪ Oh, believe in yourself ♪
♪ Believe in yourself ♪
♪ For that's the place
to start ♪
♪ Place to start ♪
♪ And I say, hey ♪
Hey!
Hey!
♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪
♪ If we could learn to work
and play ♪
♪ And get along
with each other ♪
Hey!
♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪
Hey!
♪ What a wonderful kind
of day. ♪
Hey!
ARTHUR (over TV):
Hey, D.W.!
Hey!
Whoa!
(loud thud)
(letters shattering)
ANNOUNCER:
Somewhere, in
the ancient ruins of Egypt
lies a horror buried deep
beneath the desert sands,
an unnatural force,
bent on destruction,
not dead, not alive,
and nothing can stop them.
(mooing)
(screaming)
The new video game
from the makers
of "Extreme Gamma Cube"--
"Dark Bunny:
Revenge of the Moomies."
Yes, it's moomies as you've
never seen them before.
They're bigger,
they're badder,
and they're much, much madder.
It's milking time.
Cool!
Cool!
I've got to have that.
Hey...
But how are you
going to afford it?
I could ask my
parents for it,
but they'll just say,
"If you really want it,
you'll have to buy it
with your own money."
(both sigh)
If I bought everything
I ever wanted,
I'd have to have so many jobs,
I'd never have time to play
with the things I bought.
Just like grown-ups.
Hey, I know how you can
buy that game. Come on!
Just like I figured.
You are sitting
on a gold mine.
I don't get it.
It's just a bunch of junk
no one plays
with anymore.
Shh.
Not junk... merchandise.
BUSTER:
You can sell
this stuff
on the school newspaper's
Web site.
They've got a section
for online ads.
Hey, I remember these.
Anyway, you write a description
of what you want to sell,
set up a contact box
at the paper and submit it.
But who's going to want
this old stuff?
You'd be surprised.
Some people will buy anything.
(imitating jet engine)
How much you want for it?
This is going to be easy.
(coughs)
(giggling)
(crying)
(Kate giggling)
Nice job, honey.
What you doing?
Writing an ad.
I'm selling my old toys on
the school's online newspaper.
P.U.!
I hope whoever buys this stuff
likes stinky toys.
Hey!
D.W.
Okay, okay, but that hippo
needs a bath.
ARTHUR:
For sale...
lots of old toys.
If interested,
e-mail ToyGuy .
(computer beeping)
COMPUTER:
ToyGuy , you have no mail.
(sighs)
COMPUTER:
ToyGuy , you have no mail.
(groans)
No mail... No mail...
No mail... No mail.
I don't get it.
Why isn't anything selling?
I'll tell you why.
There's no oomph,
no pizzazz.
You don't sell the steak;
you sell the sizzle.
I told you Muffy
would be able to help.
But I'm selling toys.
Exactly!
(in singsong):
"For sale: Lots of old toys"?
Ho-hum.
You'll never make a sale
with that pitch.
I thought it was okay.
"Okay" doesn't move
merchandise.
You need "spectacular."
Who's your target market?
What about
product branding?
Where's the eye candy?
Eye candy?
Boy, do I have
my work cut out for me.
A picture is worth
a hundred words.
You mean a thousand.
Nah. This camera only
has three megapixels.
Layout is important.
An ad's got to be easy
to read, with bright colors
that grab the buyer's attention.
Now description.
Adjectives are key.
But you can't say
just anything.
You need to know the lingo.
For instance,
you don't say "old."
You say "retro."
You don't say "banged up."
You say "well-loved."
And if something's
a total wreck,
you say "needs TLC,"
or "handyman special."
BUSTER:
Wow, you made all that
in one day?
I sold just
about everything.
Even the Woogle?
Yeah, they needed it
to complete their set.
And they paid you money for it?
ARTHUR:
I've got some merchandise
that isn't moving,
but I figure all I need
is the right hook.
MUFFY:
Okay, no more Mr. Nice Guy.
It's time to pull out
the aggressive tactics:
celebrity endorsements.
Hmm?
Hmm?
ARTHUR:
Celebrity endorsements?
You think Bionic Bunny
really loves Zippy Doodles?
He's paid to say that.
Don't tell Buster.
It'd crush him.
So who do you know
who's famous?
Uh... Beauregard Poulet.
Yeah, he might work
if you're selling chickens.
Come on, we need someone
really famous.
That's it.
I don't know anyone else.
Okay, let's move on to raves.
MUFFY:
A rave is when you drum up
business in chat rooms
or by talking on a phone
where people can overhear you
about some product,
saying how great it is,
blah, blah, blah.
I'd do it for you, but you
can't afford my fee.
(dial tone)
Hey, I thought
you'd like to know
where you can get
some really cool toys.
ToyGuy is selling stuff
(dial tone)
you can't get anywhere else.
And the prices
are super cheap.
Why are you yelling
about yourself?
(barking)
These toys aren't selling, Pal.
I'm not any good at raves.
And I can't afford to hire
Muffy to do them.
Ugh, D.W.'s right.
It is kind of smelly.
Hmm.
Stuffed hippo for sale.
Smells just like the real thing.
(Pal whimpering)
I can't say it's broken.
No one will buy that.
Wait. I know.
Robotron for sale.
Perfect for display.
Oh, I've got it.
Toy soldiers for sale.
New, larger size.
What a bargain!
Larger size?
All you did was put it
in a bigger box!
D.W., you just
don't understand marketing.
Maybe. But I sure know
what lying sounds like.
It's not lying.
It's advertising.
Wow!
This is so cool.
Well, that's the last
of your inventory.
Congratulations.
Whoo-hoo!
I've got enough money
for Moomies!
You must be
the world's greatest salesman.
I mean, how did you get James
to buy a Robotron
that loses its arms and legs
every time you move it?
Well, I sort of left that part
out of my ad.
But I said it was
for display purposes.
Hey, Arthur, there's something
wrong with this Robotron.
Yeah, it kind
of does that.
Arthur just forgot
to mention it.
But don't worry.
Arthur will give you
your money back.
Right, Arthur?
Technically, Arthur, you
are under no obligation
to return any funds.
As long as Arthur
didn't lie,
James doesn't have
a leg to stand on.
Neither does
his Robotron.
You're going to give him
his money back, right?
Let the buyer beware,
I always say.
Arthur! You can't do that!
I said "display purposes."
Come on! Think how we felt
when we bought some toy
that wasn't what we thought
it would be.
Like those Sea Squirrels.
Remember?
ARTHUR:
That doesn't look
like a squirrel!
It looks like something
my baby sister spit up!
But it's not like I said,
you know,
"action figure" or something.
I said, "For display purposes."
It's bad enough
when grown-ups cheat kids,
but when kids cheat kids,
it's like a total meltdown
of the fabric of our society.
And who needs melty fabric?
Don't worry, James.
I'm pretty good
at fixing broken toys.
I've broken tons of them.
Thanks.
I suppose your ad could
be considered misleading.
At most, it's
a misdemeanor.
The worst you'd get
is house arrest.
House arrest?
Uh... wait.
I just want
to look at something.
I'll be right back.
Good one, James! Good aim.
Couldn't fix it, huh?
Nah. But Buster thought up
a really good game
to play with it.
It's called
Robotron Arm Toss.
You try to get his arm
to sh**t off
and hit the bull's-eye.
Cool.
So, did you get your Moomy game?
Nope.
I got something even better.
Here you go, James.
I'm really sorry
about everything.
Thanks, Arthur!
But what about
the Moomies?
I'm sure we'll get
to play it someday.
MUFFY:
I just had to see
what all the fuss was about.
DEEP VOICE:
Who dares approach
the tomb of Nocaloreeti?
ALL:
We do!
DEEP VOICE:
You've been warned!
Prepare to meet your Moomy!
MUFFY:
That's it?
That's all you get for $ . ?
The Sea Squirrels
were better than this.
Well, if you ever need
someone to sell it for you,
don't call me.
DEEP VOICE:
Game over. Game over. Game...
BUSTER:
♪ You're in them,
you sh**t them ♪
♪ You make them,
it's "Postcards from You!" ♪
And now, a video from you!
♪ It's "Postcards from You!" ♪
This "Postcard from You" was
made by Jamie, Kade and Manhal
in Henderson, Nevada.
ALL:
Bring the ocean to the desert.
Come on in. We have an ocean
in the desert.
This is where we keep all
of our aquatic animals.
There are no oceans
near the desert,
especially where we live,
because there
are no oceans near.
I love sharks.
I think they're very cool.
The puffer fish
looks really nice but,
when it gets mad,
it looks like this.
ALL:
Bye!
Our next postcard
comes from kids
at the Delano Optional School
in Memphis, Tennessee.
Hey, Buster,
this is my friend Khalik.
We're going to take him
to get some ribs,
because he's been dreaming
of ribs all day.
♪ I love ribs ♪
♪ Take a bite,
you'll want some ribs. ♪
Somebody say ribs?
Come on. Let's go.
ALL:
Do you have ribs here?
Yes, we have plenty of ribs.
Come on in.
Yay!
Do you think
people in Memphis
really like ribs?
Of course. They love ribs
in Memphis.
Memphis is the home base
of ribs.
♪ Ribs, ribs are the best ♪
♪ Take a bite,
you'll want the rest. ♪
BUSTER:
To see more
"Postcards from You," visit:
(phone rings)
Hello?
Oh, hi, Thora.
The movies?
(laughing):
Oh, I'd love to.
(door closes)
Oh, but I'd have
to find a sitter
Gotcha!
for the boys.
I got you first!
The last one quit.
I don't know why.
TIMMY:
Come on, Tommy.
It's my turn to wear
the spaghetti.
TOMMY:
No.
(laughing)
Extreme Sitters?
No, I've never heard of them.
I'll look at their Web site
and call you right back.
Hmm.
Gus Grim, child trainer.
Like all pack animals,
children want to know
who's in charge.
That's why I believe
in setting the ground rules
early on.
Oh, my!
That seems a little harsh.
How about Shelley,
the Singing Sitter?
♪ If you're naughty and
you know it, you should stop. ♪
Please?
♪ If you're naughty and
you know it, you should stop. ♪
Pretty please?
♪ If you're naughty
and you know it ♪
♪ You should really try
to forego it ♪
♪ If you're naughty and
you know it, you should stop. ♪
I'm asking nicely.
Hey, is that
our new baby-sitter?
I'd like to fill her
shoes with pudding.
Me first.
I'm going
to get you.
(Tommy laughing)
(phone rings)
TIMMY:
Run for your life!
Hi, Thora.
I, um, think I'll be staying
home tonight.
(crashing)
Thanks anyway.
(screams)
(both laughing)
D.W.:
Okay, so the pigs
will go here
and the chickens here,
and now the organical farm
is all ready.
Wait.
I have one more animal.
What's that?
Ferdie the flying bull
from Circo De La Luna.
That's the live show
we took my grandmere to
for Grandparents' Day.
She had such a good time.
(crowd gasping)
(applause)
Yeah, well, I made my grandma
a card with my very own hands
and she said it was the
best card she'd ever gotten.
So there.
TOMMY:
Tractor coming through!
Aah!
(Timmy making tractor noises)
We thought you might want
some more dirt for your farm.
Vroom.
Thanks a lot.
What did you two do for your
grandma on Grandparents' Day?
Grandparents' Day?
We didn't even know
there was one.
Typical.
Well, you missed it.
It was last Sunday.
Gee, Timmy, do you
think Grandma's upset?
I don't know.
We could plan something nice
for her this weekend.
Yeah, like take her
to a wrestling match.
Body slam!
(laughing)
(grunting)
Gotcha.
Maybe you should do something
that she would like.
(horse neighing on television)
TOMMY & TIMMY:
Charge!
(both laughing)
MAN (on television):
Come to Trattoria Molto Denaro.
The best Italian dining
in all of Elwood City.
Perfect
for that special occasion
or just to say "thank you"
to that special someone.
Grazie!
That's it, Timmy.
Let's take Grandma
to that fancy restaurant.
Okay.
We have three dollars saved up.
That should be enough.
Let's tell her now.
No.
Let's make it...
a surprise.
Surprise!
(gasps):
Oh!
Breakfast in bed.
How lovely.
Careful, dear.
This isn't even
the real surprise, Grandma.
We're going to take you out
to a fancy restaurant
to make up for missing
Grandparents' Day.
Oh, that's very sweet.
But maybe we should
do something else.
Remember the last time
we went to a restaurant?
Hey, you're hogging
all the sauce.
Oops.
(snickers)
Oops, yourself.
(gasps)
(laughing)
Got you.
No way,
I got you first.
No, you didn't.
Yes, I did.
(laughing)
(laughing)
That was a great dinner.
Yeah.
Hey, we can go there
if you want.
Why don't we just
have a cake at home?
She didn't want to go
to a restaurant.
I can't figure out why.
(munches loudly)
(slurps)
Probably because
you two are slobs.
No, we're not.
Are we?
You're the slobbiest slobs
I've ever met.
If you want to eat
in a restaurant,
you need table manners.
You know, like eating
with a fork and Kn*fe.
Using a napkin,
that sort of thing.
Okay, so teach us.
Forget it.
I'm done teaching Tibbles.
Fine, we'll just
teach ourselves.
TIMMY:
But we don't know anything
about table manners, Tommy.
So? We've seen people
eat in restaurants
on TV all the time.
We'll just do
what they do.
Okay, I'll pretend
to be Grandma.
First, you have to pull
my chair out for me, sweetie.
Ugh!
Not that far, Timmy.
Oh. Sorry, Grandma.
Great.
Now pour me some juice,
young man.
Into a cup, Timmy.
Oh, yeah.
(gulping)
Aah...
Now ask me what
I want to eat.
What would you like
to eat, Grandma?
We have cookies.
Would you like them mashed
or crumbled?
Mashed, please.
They're not quite
mashed enough.
Let me help you, Timmy.
Oh, dear.
You got some on
your cheek, Grandma.
Let me wipe it off
for you.
(laughing)
Ow!
(groans)
Quit it!
Come on.
Stop pushing me!
They said they
needed to practice
their table manners
on someone,
so they came to me.
Don't sweat it, little bro.
I'll keep them in line.
(arguing continues)
No, let me!
(grunting)
You first, James.
Uh, thanks.
Here's your napkin.
I'll have a root beer,
no ice, no straw, please.
What about for you, gentlemen?
Ice cream.
You scream.
We all scream
We all scream
for ice cream!
for ice cream!
MOLLY:
Okay,
we're out of here.
But...
Now!
Hey, wait,
that's not fair.
We were doing
everything right.
I let James sit first,
didn't I?
Yeah, and I
gave him his napkin.
But then what?
You started shouting
at the top of your lungs.
So?
So, would you like it
if there was someone
shouting next to you
while you tried to eat?!
No.
Me neither.
Table manners are about
being aware of the people
around you
and thinking about
what they'd like.
How do we know what that is?
We're not mind readers.
You got to look for the signs.
TOMMY:
We're not used
to doing that.
Yeah.
If we do that,
we probably won't be
able to take Grandma
out to dinner
until we're grownups.
Just remember
these three things:
stop, look, listen.
You'll get
the hang of it.
(both gasp)
I saw it first!
No, I did!
Gimme!
(grunts)
Wait.
We're forgetting
something.
Stop.
Look.
Listen.
Shh.
(grunting softly)
Thank you, Tommy.
(gobbling loudly)
(gobbling)
Are you ready?
I think so.
Okay.
(inhales deeply)
Let's try it.
Grandma.
Could we get
something to drink?
Of course.
Now let's see, I think
there was a water fountain
back that way...
TIMMY:
No.
In there.
GRANDMA:
The restaurant?!
Um...
how about some juice?
I know there's a machine
just up...
Please, Grandma?
We're really thirsty.
(coughing)
And the juice tastes better
in there!
Well... okay.
(slurping)
You two are
awfully quiet.
Is everything
all right?
Uh-huh.
We're just reading signs.
Thank you.
(boys gasp)
(gasps)
I'm really
sorry, Grandma.
I was trying so
hard to be quiet
that I didn't
see the...
That's okay.
It's just a spill.
It happens
to everyone.
Here are some
more napkins.
You know what?
I think I am going
to take you up
on that special
dinner.
And I know just the place.
GRANDMA:
Here we are!
Wow!
Wow!
TIMMY:
This is
a fancy place.
I'll say.
What if it's too fancy
for us?
What if we embarrass
Grandma?
(whispering):
Just read the signs.
TIMMY:
What kind of sign
was that, Tommy?
TOMMY:
I don't know that one!
Welcome,
me Lords and Lady
to "Fit for a King"!
Eat! Drink!
And be merry!
Argh.
There are no
forks and knives.
How are we supposed
to eat this?
Look!
TOMMY:
With our hands?
Grandma, are you sure
this is where you wanted to go?
Oh, yes!
You boys have been
so well-behaved recently,
I thought it might be nice
to go somewhere
where we can all just...
relax a little.
Well?
You heard the man.
Let's dig in!
(boys chomping)
Hi, I'm Marc Brown.
I write and illustrate
the Arthur books.
There's a secret
about the Arthur books
that I bet you didn't know.
In almost all the Arthur books,
I hide the names of my kids:
"Tolon," "Tucker" and "Eliza."
This is probably one of the
hardest to find the name hidden.
If you look very carefully
on Arthur's desk,
the pencil holder has
Eliza's name.
The other names are hidden
on the ends
of these baby beds
in the hospital.
See if you can find their names.
♪ ...And everybody
that you meet ♪
♪ Has an original
point of view ♪
♪ And I say hey ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ What a wonderful kind
of day ♪
♪ If we could learn
to work and play ♪
♪ And get along
with each other ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ What a wonderful kind
of day ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ What a wonderful kind
of day ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
11x02 - Arthur Sells Out/Mind Your Manners
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Arthur demonstrates to kids how to deal with challenges as homework, teachers and bullies.
Arthur demonstrates to kids how to deal with challenges as homework, teachers and bullies.