11x09 - D.W. on Ice/Spoiled Rotten!

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♪ Everybody that you meet
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(laughing)

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♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪

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♪ Oh, believe in yourself ♪
♪ Believe in yourself ♪

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♪ 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)

Wouldn't it be great if you only
had to do something

a few times to be
really good at it?

Hmm...

I'd go
with the number-three wood.

(gallery gasps
in amazement)

A hole in one!

(cheering, applause)

And to think
this is your first time

on a real golf course.

Languages would be a cinch, too.

Excusez moi,

mais pourriez-vous
prendre notre photo?

Mais bien sûr!

And you could become an amazing
artist in no time at all.

Such pathos!

Beneath their
smiling exterior,

you can see the loss,
persistence

and eventual triumph
of hundreds of generations!

Thanks.

But as we all know,
life just isn't like that.

Unless, of course,
you're D.W.

What do you mean,
it doesn't look like a cat?!

You just can't appreciate
good art!

My drawing is perfect!

Everything I do is perfect!

(croaks)

A little bit more.

More, more.

Come on.

We want his head
to be nice and big.

(tired sigh)

Okay, good enough.

Pack it and put it on top.

Hey, Emily,

how do you like
my snowman?

I'm almost finished.

C'est super-magnifique!

I don't know what that means,
but thanks anyway.

What are those?

Invitations
to my party.

Here, give it
to your mother.

And James,
one for you, too.

Didn't you just have
a party last month?

Oh, that was my
Beginning-of-Winter Party.

This is my Middle-
of-Winter Party.

There's going to be ice skating.

Ice skating?
Tommy and I love ice skating!

We play hockey
all the time.

Yeah, look.

I even have a scar.

Thanks.

We'll teach you some
of our moves, D.W.

I've got my own,

thanks.

I've been skating
since I was three.

I'm probably the best skater
in the entire preschool.

Oh, yeah? We'll just see
about that.

By the way,
your snowman needs a hat.

(both laugh)

Tibbles!

I have to finish
passing these out.

See you Saturday.

À tout à l'heure!

A tootler
to you, too.

Great. Everyone's going to know
how to ice-skate except me.

Don't worry, James.

With D.W. Read

as your personal
instructor,

you'll be skating
in no time.

(wind whistles)

Watch out!
Skater coming through!

(both yell, grunt)

You should look
both ways before
you get on the rink.

This isn't a rink.

And you shouldn't slide
around like that.

You could get hurt.

But I have to practice.

I'm giving James
an ice-skating lesson tomorrow,

and I'm
a little rusty.

A little rusty?

D.W., you've only gone skating
three times before.

So? I'm a natural.

(thudding)
D.W.:
Ooh!

Yeah, a natural disaster.

I heard that.

You're just jealous

because I got all the applause

last time we went skating,
remember?

Ready?

Whoa... whoa...

whoa... whoa!

Whoa!

Yeah, I remember.

You had dinner
standing up
that night

because you were
too sore to sit down.

So I fell a few times.

Who doesn't fall?

Anyway, I'm much better now.

I can feel it.

Could you make sure
my skates have new laces?

And what about
the blades?

They should
be extra sharp,

so I can go really fast.

Your ice skates are fine
just as they are, D.W.

Now go to sleep.

Can't wait to show those
Tibbles a thing or two.

Whoa! (grunts)

Oh, no!

Hi, James.

Want to play hockey with us?

Yeah, you could
be the puck.

(both laugh)

(both gasp)

Aah! D.W.'s showering us
with ice

from her super-fast
spinning!

I can't see! I can't see!

(Tommy and Timmy yelling)

(applause)

What now?

Just do what I do.

The trick is
to keep your balance.

Whoa!

(grunts)

Um, that was just to show you

what could happen
if you don't keep your balance.

Hand, please?

Whoa!
Ooh!

Aah! Ooh!

Whoa! Oof!

Whoa!

Oof!

Whoa!

The sun was in my
eyes that time.

Whee!

That kid messed me up.

Oof!

Are you okay?

Of course I'm okay.

You were breathing on me,
that's all.

Stop breathing on me.

Hey, D.W.,

teaching James
how to fall?

(both laugh)

If you knew anything
about ice skating,
Tommy Tibble,

then you'd know
that this ice is too lumpy.

(whispers):
Walk me to the edge.

That's it.
Take it one step
at a time, James.

See? It's all
in the ankles.

Is the lesson over?

Yes, the lesson's over,

and I can't teach you
anymore.

You're a terrible student!

(door shuts)

Hey, how was the
ice-skating lesson?

I don't want
to talk about it.

Oh. Cup of tea?

Nadine, I have something
important to say.

I'm not that good
at ice skating.

What?

No, you're the
best ice skater

in the entire
preschool.

I'm not! I stink!

Even I think I'm bad.

And I love everything
I do.

But the worst part is,

I told everybody
I was really good.

I'm going to be
the laugh stocking
of Emily's party.

Not if you get Emily to have
some other kind of party.

Hmm...

Feast your eyes on this.

What is it?

A brochure for how
to have your own

Very Merry Mary Moo Cow party.

Look, there are decorations
and prizes

and a Mary Moo Cow cornucowpia
filled with chocolate!

All you have to do

is get your mom
to send away for the kit.

Hey, maybe I'll do it
for my End-of-Winter Party.

No, do it now!

I mean,

it would be
much more fun

than silly old
ice skating.

♪ La-la-la, watch me spin. ♪

What could be more boring
than that?

That was really good.

But I thought you
liked ice skating.

It's okay, I guess.

But this

is a party.

It's too late.

Mother already reserved
the rink and everything.

You really think it's
going to be boring?

(sighing):
No,

I'm sure everyone
will have a blast.

Everyone except me.

(kids laughing)

Whoo!

Oof!

I'm sorry, D.W.,

I'm going to have
to ask you to leave.

This party's
only for people

who really know
how to ice-skate.

Ooh!

I don't think I can make it
to the door!

That's all right.

We'll help you.

(Tommy and Timmy laughing)

(Tommy and
Timmy laughing)

There,

this is more your speed.

(laughing)

Ooh!

(laughing)

(coughing)

It's the chicken pox.

They've come back.

You can't have
the chicken pox, D.W.

You only get those once.

Well, then maybe
it's the rooster pox.

Look, I'm covered in spots.

Those are freckles.

I thought you were
really looking forward

to Emily's ice-skating party.

That was before.

Before what?

Before she realized
she couldn't skate

as well
as she thought.

Hey, mind your own beeswax!

Well, maybe Arthur
will give you

a little refresher course
before the party starts.

Huh?

Good. Now just point
your skates in a little.

There, you did it.

You stopped
on your own.

Hey, that wasn't so hard.

Okay, now teach me
how to do jumps

and skate on one leg.

That'll really impress
those Tibbles.

I don't know how
to do that stuff.

What about
going backwards?

Can't you at least
show me that?

That's too complicated.

Let's try doing a simple turn.

I don't want
to do a simple turn.

I want to do fancy stuff.

You can't do fancy stuff
until you learn the basics.

Fine, I'll just
teach myself.

I don't need your help.

Whoa! (grunts)

Help!

D.W., I'm so glad
you came early.

Why aren't you
out on the ice?

I, um, just hurt my leg
doing a triple klutz.

That's a very fancy
ice-skating jump.

Oh, well, I hope
it gets better soon.

Bonjour, Pierre.

Wait right there.

A tootler.

Hey.
Hey.

Are you going to skate?

Probably not.

After all, I'm
a terrible student.

No, you aren't.

I just said that
because I was upset

I was falling so much.

Oh. Well, are you
going to skate?

Whoa!

(laughs)

Hey, you guys,

you're supposed to skate on
your feet, not your derrieres.

This is the way
hockey players do it.

That's what the sticks are for.

The Tibbles aren't as good
as I thought they'd be.

D.W.:
Yeah, neither
is Emily.

JAMES:
Sure looks like fun.

We could try it
just for a little bit.

No one's going to
think you look silly,

as long as
you're with me.

Okay.

(laughing)

Ready, James?

Whee!
Ready.

BUSTER:
♪ You're in them,
you sh**t them ♪

♪ You make them,
it's "Postcards from You" ♪

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This postcard from you
was made by kids

at Mathews Elementary School
in Austin, Texas.

Everybody says
that cool is cool,

but what Austin thinks is:

weird is cool.

"Keep Austin Weird."

What "Keep Austin Weird" means

is to keep Austin different

than everything else.

Make it so it's not
just like other cities.

Eat, my friends! Eat!

Ow! Ow!

Yeah!

Is that a camera?

I can't be seen by cameras.

Please, don't laugh.

(laughing)

Let's go on a train ride.

(all cheering)

(train horn honks)

It's fun, no matter
what age you are.

Keep Austin Weird.

Whee!

Our next postcard
comes from Jacob

in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Hi. My name is Jacob Burley,

and I live
in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

I'm seven years old, and this
is my brother Joshua.

Hi.

This is my dad,
and this is my mom.

She's going to have
a baby pretty soon.

This is my grandma,
and she lives

one mile away from my house.

Sometimes I even ride
my bike over here.

My favorite sport is basketball.

I live right near
Minnehaha Parkway.

Buster, there is
a big, huge rabbit

on Minnehaha Parkway.

Does that look like one
of your relatives?

Minneapolis is a great
place to live.

I'm glad I could
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NARRATOR:
And now it's time for the tale
of "The Poor Little Princess."

Once upon a time, there
was a poor little princess.

Now, the poor little princess
was not technically poor.

In fact, she was quite wealthy.

She had chests full of jewels,
closets full of clothes

and limousines and yachts
and private jets and...

(princess clears throat)

NARRATOR:
Sorry, Your Majesty.

The poor little princess was
poor because she felt poor,

and the reason
she felt poor was...

(crowd booing)

...her subjects did
not appreciate her.

(princess sobbing)

They accused her
of selfishness and greed,

but they didn't understand.

Do they think I do this for me?

No! I do it for them.

NARRATOR:
Yes, she did it for... Wait.

How does that work exactly?

(gasps)

First of all, these clothes,

they're so my subjects have
something pretty to look at.

Second of all,

my million-dollar parties

are so my subjects
have something fun

to read about
in the newspaper.

And third of all...

Third of all... Well,

aren't two things enough?

NARRATOR:
I suppose.

How about we just call you
the little princess?

You are that.

How about I just
call you "fired"?

NARRATOR:
Snow White warned me not
to take this gig.

This is absolutely
the last time...

Uh... hello?
...I do anything

Narrator?
before running it by my agent.

Listen, I was joking.

I was only trying
to give you a good laugh.

Ha-ha, ha-ha.

Narrator? Narrator!

(gasps)

FRANCINE:
The Mercury X-
Pump Action Cross Trainers

with Aquagel soles!

Oh, please, please,
please be cheap!

Great.

It'd take me six weeks
to save up that much.

What are those?
Nurse's shoes?

These are the best athletic
shoes on the market.

All the professional
athletes wear them.

(sighs)

Unfortunately,

only pro athletes
can afford them.

They're just sneakers.

Now, which are
more "me"--

the red or the purple?

Beats me.

I can't decide, either.

I guess I'll take both.

You know, if you really want
those hideous things,

I'll buy them for you.

No, thanks.

I'd rather save up
and buy them myself.

No, no.

The good bag, please.

(gasps)

Yoo-hoo! Francine!

I was just about
to call you.

Look what I
just bought.

My sneakers?!

They're so comfortable.

And look at the bounce
these soles have.

But I was going
to buy them.

I saved up six weeks'
worth of allowance.

Don't they have any more?

No.

Oh.

(giggles awkwardly)

Well. This is awkward.

Yup.

I'd give them to you, but I,

um, have
a foot fungus... thingy.

You wouldn't want them.

Muffy Crosswire,

you're the most selfish
spoiled brat

I've ever met!

Spoiled?

Moi?

I mean, of all the
people to call spoiled.

What was she thinking?

You guys don't think
I'm spoiled, do you?

Well, do you?!

BOTH:
No. Of course not.

(sniffing)

But something in this
coat definitely is.

Oh, yeah.

This is from when my mom and I

went caroling last year!

It's bologna.

(sniffs)

Or maybe tuna.

Why are you carrying

that big
overcoat anyway?

It's not winter yet.

It's for the clothing
drive, remember?

Mr. Ratburn told us to put
clothes we don't need anymore

in here, and they'd be
given to charity.

Are you going to donate
anything, Muffy?

Well, I would,

but I just don't have
anything old and ratty.

All my stuff
is too nice.

My coat's not ratty.

You know what?

I take it back.

You are spoiled.

Come on, Arthur.

(school bell ringing)

Sue Ellen, Binky, even Brain--
they all agreed with Francine.

But just because I'm rich
doesn't mean I'm spoiled,

does it, Bailey?

I believe it is

one's attitude towards privilege
that determines such a thing.

Exactly.

Cookie.

But how can I
convince them
I'm not spoiled?

(gasps) I know.

I'll just be super generous

and show them how easy it is
for me to do without things.

Take these cookies
away, Bailey.

Wait. I'll just
take one for later.

Or... or maybe two.

Take them away, Bailey.

MUFFY:
Make way. Coming through.

No, no, I don't need any help.

Whew! There.

That should help
the clothing drive.

I'm surprised you have
anything left to wear.

When I heard that there
were people in need,

I just took whatever
I could find...

FRANCINE:
...at the Discount Barn
and bought it.

All these things still
have tags on them.

So?

Who was the one
who told Bailey

to go there and charge it
on Daddy's credit card, hmm?

Yeah, but
they're defective.

Huh! Some sacrifice.

For your information,

I have made
some sacrifices.

See?

See what?

I used plain old baby
shampoo, and no conditioner.

And I walked
to school today.

So there--
I'm not spoiled.

Oh, yeah?

Were your Mercury X-
Pump Action Cross Trainers

with Aquagel soles comfy?

You know, I never
thought I'd say this

about my best friend,

but you are
a "richist"!

A what?

A "richist."

Someone who's prejudiced
against rich people.

There's no such word.

Well, there should be.

I'm not prejudiced
against rich people--

only spoiled people.

I am not spoiled!

Then prove it.

Why don't you put
one of your own

precious bits
of clothing in that box?

Something that people
could actually use.

Okay. I will.

Oh, puh-leez!

Wait! Wait!

This might look like a
cheap windbreaker to you,

but it's
a Pata-gucci.

See?

And it goes with
everything I own.

Satisfied?

Will you be walking home
today, Miss Muffy?

No. But would you mind
waiting here a second?

I, um, left
something inside.

Aha!

I knew it.

Like I said-- spoiled.

Spoiled rotten!

Warm milk, Miss Muffy?

Bailey? Do you
think I'm spoiled?

Um... a poet once said,

"Everything is spoilt by use

"Where's the cheek
that doth not fade,

too much gazed at?"

What does that mean?

I have no idea.

Good night, Miss Muffy.

(gasps)

We've done it, Bailey.

We've discovered
the pharaoh's tomb!

Look at all this stuff.

I'll be rich!

I mean, rich-er.

What do these
hiero-gimmicks say?

Hieroglyphics, Miss Muffy.

They say,
"You have entered the tomb

"of the Great King Havtohavit.

"Please wipe your feet,

and if you take anything,
you will be forever cursed."

Oh, please!

It probably says "purse"

and you're reading it wrong.

Bring the camel round.

Ooh!

I have to have these.

Ugh! Who designed

this giant sandbox?

We haven't seen
an oasis for mi...

What's happening?

Oh!

I'm sinking!

It's quicksand,
Miss Muffy.

Grab the end
of the rope.

Pull, Bailey!

Pull!
I'm pulling, Miss.

You seem to have become...

(grunts)

...incredibly heavy.

I beg your pardon.

I am the same weight
I've... wait.

It's the shoes.

They're pulling me down.

Help!

(gasps)

(gasps)

Where'd the box go?

They collected it
a few minutes ago.

Some charity called
the Clothing Exchange.

But I brought
something for them.

BUSTER:
I'm sure you can

return it for
a store credit.

You think a dollar's
too much for this belt?

Is it leather?

Alligator.

No.

In fact, you could
probably get $ for it.

We'll split the difference
and make it $ .

You donating or buying?

Donating. Is this
a store or a charity?

Both. Some stuff
we give away,

some we sell and
donate the profits

to the soup
kitchen next door.

What are these? Nurse's shoes?

Eh, we'll say $ .

They're athletic shoes

and they're worth
a lot more than that.

In fact, a lot
of this stuff is valuable.

This is a vintage
Loco Chanel handbag.

You could get a
hundred dollars for it.

Huh. Thought it was something
you use to feed a horse.

Yeah, I should probably
have a professional

go through all this stuff,
but... who has the money?

I know someone who
might be able to help.

Muffy Crosswire.

Buzz Valette.

So I won't be home
until : , Daddy.

I'm helping Buzz with the books.

He still doesn't
know the difference

between "net" and "gross."

Kisses!

I knew it would be
just a matter of time

until you found
this place.

So, did you come
to buy out the whole store?

I was keeping it a secret,

but if you must know, Fran...

I know,
I know.

You gave the
store a makeover.

Buzz told me.

You've done a pretty
amazing job, too.

Well, someone
had to stop him

from giving away
Loco Chanel handbags.

Hey! Look what I got.

(gasps)

Someone finally bought them.

Did he charge you $ . ?

Every penny.

But at least it'll find its way
to someone who needs it.

Those Pata-gucci
windbreakers you gave us

are selling
like hotcakes.

I'm just going to give this
check to the soup kitchen.

I'm sorry I called
you spoiled.

Well, if the
shoe fits...

(laughing together)

By the way, you
were only kidding

about the foot
fungus thing, right?

Uh...

♪ Every day when you're
walking down the street ♪

♪ 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! ♪