15x07 - Muffy's Classy Classics Club/Best Enemies

[bunniefuu]

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 can 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 (on TV):
Hey, D.W.!

Hey!

Whoa!

(loud thud)

(letters shattering)

Have you ever thought about
how much stuff you have?

Half of these toys
I never play with anymore.

But I keep them anyway
because...

maybe I will want to play
with them someday.

Except for this Poogle.

I'll never play with this again.

Then again, it might wind up
being a collector's item.

I better hold onto it.

We know about some
ancient civilizations

because they held onto their
stuff for a really long time.

This pyramid?

It was built by
the Egyptian pharaoh Khufu,

mainly to protect his stuff.

Look down there.

That's all trash that's floating
around the Pacific Ocean.

It may be garbage now,

but people owned a lot
of it-- more stuff.

Ugh.

This amphora was also found
in the ocean.

The ancient Greeks used it
to hold liquid

more than , years ago.

Stuff.

So, what do you think will
happen to all your stuff

, years from now?

Will it be a little piece
of history

exhibited in a museum somewhere?

Or just trash floating around
the ocean?

This is the school
gymnasium now.

But when I'm on the decorating
committee for the upcoming fair,

it will be transformed
into this.

Voilà!

(kids ooh and aah)

Ladies and gentlemen,
behold our new school:

Rainforest Elementary.

Thank you for that
lovely display, Muffy.

But as I said before,

the two students
on the committee

are to be
selected randomly.

(groans)

And I already got
a really great deal

on the giant plastic trees.

You do know this is an
Earth Day fair, right?

Plastic trees might be
sending the wrong message.

Just because
it's "ecological"

doesn't mean
it can't be fun.

Prunella has already been
selected to represent

the fourth grade.

Representing our class
will be...

Arthur Read.

It had better
be fabulous!

And I thought maybe
we could do a collage,

you know, of stuff from
Earth Days we've had before,

and...

Beware the closet--
it will swallow you whole!

(evil laughter)

Rubella!
Cut it out!

And that's the last time I'm
letting you borrow my cloak.

What did she mean
about your closet?

Oh, Rubella just thinks
I save too much stuff.

She says I'm a packrat.

But I've got some great things
we can use for the fair.

(gasps)

Here's a box of pine cones
I saved from last winter.

Oh, wait, these are
just pencil stubs.

Here, all my quizzes
from second grade.

Oh, don't want to look at those.

Oh, but here's a bag
of packing peanuts.

Might be useful as part
of a display.

Aah! What are these?

Shoelaces.

Whenever one breaks,
I save the broken piece.

Why?

I don't know.

I just do.

Um, I forget
what's in this.

Oh, ticket stubs.

Here's one from Princess
on Ice when I was four.

Um, I'm going to go
back out, okay?

Sure, I'll just be a sec.

Whew.

(ticking)

PRUNELLA:
Oh, my first grade mittens!

Cute.

Now where is that box
of snow globes?

I saw it just the other...

(loud crash, screaming)

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Happens all the time.

This is exactly
what I was looking for.

See? We can use this in a
display about global warming.

Um, I have to get home.

It's almost time
for dinner.

Sorry, I guess I got
a little distracted.

Maybe we'll get more done

if we meet at the
Sugar Bowl next time.

I'll call you.

Okay.

But don't buy anything.

We've got everything we need
right here.

Ugh!

BUSTER:
What's wrong with
collecting things?

I collect food.

Look what I found
in the garden today.

What is it?

A sweet potato shaped
like a little man.

I call him Yamlet.

But with Prunella it's not
just one thing, like food.

She saves everything.

She spent the whole time
going through boxes

and we didn't talk about
the fair at all.

I used to have trouble
getting rid of stuff, too,

but then my mom got me
this great book.

Neatnik Ned's Guide
to Clearing Clutter.

You actually read this?

Yeah.

Well, I read
the first chapter.

But even that was
life-changing.

Maybe it can help Prunella.

Are you through with
that sandwich wrapper?

It'd be perfect
for Yamlet's ghost.

PRUNELLA:
No! It's my stuff

and you can't make me
throw it away!

All I said was I thought
you might like this book.

But what you're
really saying

is you should get rid
of all that junk.

Well, it's not
junk to me.

Everything inside this room has
deep personal meaning for me.

Oh, is that so?

How about this sock
with a hole in it?

That was the sock I wore

when I read my first
Henry Screever book.

It's a baby sock.

You couldn't read
when you were one.

Well, I really like
its blueness.

It could be part of an
art project someday.

What about this old
empty egg carton?

Is this part
of the project, too?

Okay, I guess I could get rid
of one or two things.

Neatnik Ned says you should
put things into piles first.

Let's make a "keep" pile,
a "get rid of" pile

and a "stuff for the fair" pile.

We'll help you start.

Pruney...
you need to let go.

(sighs)

There.

That's the "get rid of" pile.

(grunting)

The wall... I completely forgot
it was pink.

RUBELLA:
You can stare at the wall
later, Pruney.

We've got to get
to the collection center

before it closes.

I'll take it--
you guys have done enough.

How will you manage
all that by yourself?

Just help me load it
into my wagon downstairs.

You know, I actually feel
better having less stuff.

Thanks, Arthur.

Really you should
thank Buster.

He's the one who said
I should give you the book.

Although he's still a bit
of a packrat himself.

PRUNELLA:
Hi there!

I know where all the metal,
paper and glass stuff go,

but how about this?

There.

And help yourself
to whatever's clean.

It's free.

Ooh, I wonder if there's
anything good.

No, Pruney.

You must resist.

(gasps)

A Henry Screever thermos!

Hmm, I could use a hand mirror.

(gasps)

VOICE:
Pruney, you need to let go.

(doorbell rings)

Hi, Buster.

Thanks for lending me
Neatnik Ned's book.

Isn't it great?

Oh, I love it.

Changed my life.

Me, too.

Hey, you know what I found at
the farmers market yesterday?

A beet shaped just
like a heart.

And it's this big.
Want it?

Yes!

It's yours.

I just need a favor.

Could you keep some
stuff for me?

Just for today;
I'll pick it up tomorrow.

(gasps)

What do you think, Yamlet?

Two beets, or not two beets?

ARTHUR:
And here we'll have an area

that's all about swamps
and marshes.

And this section can be
about the melting ice caps.

You still have all
the decorations

for that area, right?

Oh, yeah.

It's all in the
"stuff for the fair" pile.

Great.

Oh, could I come over and pick
up the Neatnik Ned book?

I'd like to read it, too.

Now?

If that's okay.

It'll only
take a minute.

Sure.

Of course it's okay.

Why wouldn't it be okay?

Wait right here.

I'll be back with it
in just a sec.

Here's a magazine--
make yourself at home.

(loud rumbling)

(loud crash)

I'm fine.

Happens all the time.

You never threw anything out,
did you?

I did.

But then I got a few things
at the recycling center.

And then a few more.

But don't worry,

those decorations are around
here somewhere.

I promise, I'll find them
in time.

Oh, look, it's Knick-Knack Ned.

Here you go.

You need it
more than me.

I hope you get a bigger closet.

I can't imagine what it's
going to be like in here

a year from now.

(loud rumbling)

(gasps)

(screaming)

(sighs)

Arthur's right.

I can't go on like this.

Okay, stuff,
prepare to get organized.

Try some locally grown
organic borscht.

You didn't save
the heart-shaped beet?

Nah.

I'm through collecting
food for a while.

Check out Yamlet.

MUFFY:
Well, if I were on
the decorating committee,

this would have been
much more dramatic.

Couldn't you have at least
gotten a polar bear?

Actually, Prunella has
a stuffed polar bear doll,

but I guess she decided
not to show.

(loud feedback)

Testing... testing.

Hey, this actually works.

I haven't used this thing
in years.

I just wanted
to let everyone know

that everything
on this table is free.

Including this microphone.

Not yet.

Let me finish.

I have two requests, though.

Don't hold onto anything
that you take for too long.

Give it to someone else
when you're done.

We all just share it.

Thanks.

RATBURN:
A very interesting take

on recycling, Prunella.

But what's your
second request?

Well, I'll need a little
help from everyone.

Everything on this wagon
is for a special work of art.

Now, that's what I call
recycling.

Arthur, look what
I got from Grandma.

(sighs)

Please tell me
you've already named it.

Of course I haven't named it.

Come on, we have
to get started.

Whenever D.W. gets a new
stuffed animal or doll,

I have to help her name it.

And it's a very elaborate
process.

First, D.W. has to be
blindfolded and spun around.

Stop!

All right,
remove the blindfold.

Then, the first letter of
the first thing she sees

will be the first letter
of the doll's name.

Xylophone.

X-- great.

Only the toughest letter
of the alphabet.

A challenge!

Okay, let's make
the naming potion.

Then I mix the naming potion.

Easy with the
cinnamon!

And she says...

Nama-lama-lama.

Hock, hick, moo.

Then she kicks her legs

while drinking the potion
from her special curly straw.

And takes a nap with the doll
under her pillow.

Next, the doll is supposed
to "tell" D.W. its name

while she sleeps.

Shades, please.

What is your name?

Tell me your name!

Tell me!

I demand to know!

Sometimes this part
goes on for a while.

But eventually
D.W. catches the doll.

(whispering)

Arthur, meet Xeno.

Xeno, meet Arthur.

Why are names so important
to some people?

RATBURN:
Normally, I just give out

one Thinky a year,

but this semester a student
has improved so much

that I've decided
to award a second one.

Thank you!

Thank you so mu...

George, you won the last Thinky.

You can't win two.

Oh. Sorry.

Binky...

Huh?

I was doing work!

What's the question?

The answer is !

Binky, I didn't ask
a question.

This award is for you.

Your grades are up

and you've really been
paying attention in class.

Usually.

I've won an academic award?

This has never happened to me.

MUFFY:
No way! She did not
say that, Chip.

Would you like to say
a few words to the class?

Um, okay.

I'd like to thank
some other kids.

MUFFY:
That is so unfair!

Arthur,
you really helped me

with that history
project last week.

MUFFY:
Does she think she can
do better than that?

And Brain, you've
really helped with...

MUFFY:
So, who will you take
to the Boathouse Dance?

Dance. I mean... math.

Muffy, would you cut it out?

Gotta go.

Congratulations!

Ms. Crosswire,
not only have I told you

not to bring your cell phone
to school four times this year,

but you have also been
disrespectful to your classmate.

You will not be allowed
to go to recess

for a full week.

Instead, you will stay right
here in class and do work.

(gasps)
(school bell rings)

Binky, you can continue
your speech

first thing Monday morning.

RATBURN:
Starting today.

Ohh.

HANEY:
Ah, glad someone's here.

Although I don't know

why you'd want to be inside
on a day like this.

It's the most beautiful
Friday I've seen in years.

Oh, yes, sir, one for the books.

Not a cloud in the sky.

And with so much rain
in the forecast, too.

Anyway, could you give this
class list to Mr. Ratburn?

I want to make sure all the
names are spelled correctly.

(chuckles)

Look at that-- even the birds
are smiling today.

There I am.

Mary Alice Crosswire.

Shelley Barnes?

Who's Shelley Bar...

(gasps)

Hmm.

Thanks for getting me
in trouble.

You should know better
than to cross a Crosswire...

Shelley.

Who's Shelley?

Hello? You.

It's your real name.

Don't you even know
your real name?

My name isn't Shelley.

It is according to this
official class list.

I made a copy of it.

Won't everyone be surprised
to learn on Monday

that big, bad Binky
is actually just...

Shelley.

My name is not Shelley!

That's just a silly typo.

We'll see about that.

Can't wait to hear the rest
of your Thinky speech,

Shelley.

What?!

How come you
never told me?

MRS. BARNES:
I thought you knew.

I mean, we called you Shelley
up until you were about two.

But then you just loved
your little pacifier so much

that we started
calling you Binky.

And the name stuck.

But...

I can't be Shelley!

Why not?

Because I'm Binky!

Everybody thinks of me
as Binky.

I think of me as Binky.

It's just a name, sweetie.

It's not just a name.

Shelley's a terrible name.

Think of all the things
it rhymes with:

belly, smelly, Machiavelli.

Well, you'll always be
my little Binkums to me.

Shelley will be our secret.

(gasps)

Muffy!

(computer beeping)

"What do you want?
Just name it.

You know who."

(computer beeping)

"Revenge. Or a pony.

Your choice."

(groans)

Binky, dinner.

BINKY:
I'm not hungry!

(kids laughing)

Statistically speaking,

the chances of anything being
funnier than this are zero.

I thought I was the funniest
thing in this class

until he came along.

That is enough.

Now, let's let Shelley
give the speech that...

(snickering)

Shelley has prepared.

You may proceed, Sh-Sh-Sh...

(laughing)

I can't take it anymore!

It's the funniest thing
I've ever heard!

And I thought
"Nigel" was bad!

(laughing hysterically)

Still awake, sweetie?

Of course I'm still awake.

When I was Binky I slept well.

Now? Forget it.

Here's a sandwich.

I thought you
might be hungry.

And I also thought
you should see this.

Who's that?

Shelley Barnes.

Your great-grandfather,
the person you were named after.

Was he in the circus?

Let me guess.

He was a sideshow attraction

because he had
such a dorky name.

No, he owned the circus.

At least he did eventually.

At first, he was just
part of a circus,

and not a very good one
at that.

They were known as "The
Traveling Malenky Brothers"

and even their barker was bad.

(yawns)

Step right up.

Come see a pretty good show.

MRS. BARNES:
When Shelley was only
nine years old,

he joined the trapeze act,

helping Ferdinand
the Flying Fox,

who couldn't really fly at all.

Whoa!

MRS. BARNES:
Next he helped
Heinrich the Clown,

whose heart had been broken
when the bearded lady left him.

(sobbing)

Why, why, why?

MRS. BARNES:
Then he apprenticed with
Lionel the Lion Tamer,

who didn't tame actual lions,
but did have a very large cat.

(meowing)

The circus was a complete bust.

The people stopped
coming to see

The Traveling Malenky Brothers.

Sometimes,
when Shelley got thinking

about how sad his life was,

he would go on long
moonlit rambles.

And it was during
one of these walks

that he discovered
his special talent.

Move, rock.

I said, "Move!"

All right,
if you're not going to move,

then I'm going to make you move!

MRS. BARNES:
When the others discovered
how strong

nine-year-old Shelley
actually was,

they decided to make him
the star attraction.

Soon, people were coming
from all over to see

"Brawny Barnes: the World's
Strongest Boy"!

But Shelley was smart, too.

With the money
they were making,

he suggested they get
Ferdinand a partner

who had more experience.

And he suggested they get
a real lion for Lionel to tame.

(roars)

Although the lion, Cleo,

actually didn't need
much taming.

(giggling)

And then Shelley said
they should give the cat

from Lionel's old act
to Heinrich,

which cheered the clown up
immensely.

In short, nine-year-old Shelley
saved that circus.

And when he got older,
he took it over

and it toured
for years and years.

Wow.

What an amazing guy.

Yep. And that's why
we gave you his name.

Because your dad and I think
you're pretty amazing, too.

RATBURN:
Since you were cut short
last week,

would you like to continue
your acceptance speech

before we begin class?

You bet I would.

MUFFY:
Oh, Mr. Ratburn?

I feel so terrible about
interrupting Binky before.

Could I introduce him?

That's very nice of you, Muffy.
Go right ahead.

Sometimes you think
you know someone,

but then you discover
something about them,

something that surprises you.

That's how I feel about
our very own...

Binky Barnes.

Congratulations.

Uh, thanks.

I was never really
going to tell...

(whispering):
Shelley.

I'd like to dedicate this Thinky
to someone who was strong,

smart and really strong.

The person I'm named after:

my great-grandfather,
Shelley Barnes.

(kids murmuring)

But your name isn't Shelley.

BINKY:
Actually, it is.

That's the name
my parents gave me.

I just found out
this weekend.

So, would you prefer to be
called Binky or Shelley?

Binky. For now.

But someday I might be
a Shelley.

If I'm lucky.