18x07 - Two Minutes/Messy Dress Mess

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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 *

* Believe in yourself,
for that's the place to start *

* 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!

Hey, D.W.!

Hey!

Whoa...

MOM:
Arthur...

(video game zapping)

Arthur, you heard me.

To bed!

Mom!

Just one more game.

Now.

You can stay up later
when you're older.

(sighs)

Why do grown-ups
get to make the rules?

Sometimes I wonder
what it would be like

if kids were in charge.

Mom, Dad, time for bed.

Aw...!

Please?

We want to watch
the president.

MOM:
He's going to make a speech
on the economy.

Please, Arthur?
Please?

You heard me.

Tomorrow's an office day.

Now, scoot,

the both of you.

See?

There's no reason younger people
shouldn't be in charge.

D.W.:
Arthur!

If you don't finish your chores,
no allowance.

Now start mopping!

(groans)

Okay, maybe it's a good thing
younger people aren't in charge.

Especially if they happen
to be a Tibble.

Vroom, vroom...

Beep, beep!

ARTHUR:
No problem.

I'll be right over.

Where are you going?

To watch the Tibbles.

They couldn't find
an alligator wrestler?

It'll be fine.

I've done this before.

Remember how I told them
a scary story?

That seems
like a long time ago.

I don't think
it'll work anymore.

Trust me.

That's why Mrs. Tibble
called me.

I'm an expert Tibble tamer.

(grunting):
Gimme!

(grunting):
Mine!

(grunting)
No, mine!

Wait, stop!

My book!

That was fun.

Yeah!

Let's read another one!

(grunting)

No!

Stop!

Time for lunch.

How come he gets
the bigger plate?

I could only find
one small one

that wasn't broken.

I should get the bigger plate.

I'm older.

No, I am!

Uh-uh!

I asked Grandma, remember?

Yeah but I asked her
after that!

Grandma!

That's a wonderful
question.

How clever
of you boys to ask.

Tell him
I'm older, right?

No, you told me,
Grandma!

I am!

Well, I know one of you
is older.

I remember,
the older one's name

started with a "T."

That's me!

No, me!

GRANDMA:
Here we are.

According to this,
Timmy was born

at exactly : p.m.

That means I'm older.

I told you.

And Tommy
was born

at exactly : p.m.

That means Tommy's older.

You mean...
he's my big brother?

That's right.

Tommy is your big brother.

By two
whole minutes.

There, there, Timmy.

It's not a big deal.

You'll understand that
when you're my age.

Now go take your nap.

(giggles)

After that,
Tommy was a big help.

He made Timmy be quiet

and he acted
like a grown-up

for the whole
rest of the day.

I don't think we'll have
any more trouble

with the Tibbles.

He doesn't know them
very well, does he?

(giggles)

* Let's all count to one

* Let's all count
to one *

* Ready, set, one,
you're done! *

One!

* Counting up to one.

That show's for babies.

* Let's all count to one... *

(TV channel changes)

ANNOUNCER:
Now, back to
Super Action Team!

Go away, Timmy.

You're too little
to watch this.

But I want
to watch it, too.

You have to wait
till you're older.

(clock chimes)

Okay, two minutes are up.

You're old enough.

Yeah!

Coming up next:
The Secrets of Moss!

It's over.

I missed it!

TIMMY:
Grandma!

Grandma!

I'm tired of Tommy
being older.

When do I get to be
the big brother?

Isn't that cute?

What?

What's cute?

Well, it's like this.

TIMMY:
No...!

(tap on window)

D.W.!

D.W.! D.W.!

Grandma says I'll never
be older than Tommy.

Never.

That's why I'm running away.

(crying):
It's not fair.

Here, drink this.

You'll feel better.

He's always going
to be the boss of me.

(sobbing and gulping)

No, he is not!

(coughing)

Timmy, listen to me.

Just because
someone is older,

that doesn't make them
the boss of you.

Tommy doesn't know that.

That's why I'm coming
to live with you.

No!

I mean... don't worry.

You don't have to move.

I can solve all
your older-brother problems.

You can?

No problem.

Five dollars.

I don't have
five dollars.

I've only got... a nickel.

(sighs)

Fair enough.

(bell dings)

You just have to learn

how to make older brothers
do what you want.

But how?

Listen and learn,
my friend.

Listen and learn.

Breakfast time, boys!

(boys giggling and cheering)

Now Timmy,
give that back

or I'll give you
a time-out.

But Tommy,
this is for little kids.

You don't want

to eat baby food,
do you?

No.

This is for grown-ups.

Grandma's Prunes
'n' Millet Husks.

Let's ride bikes.

(groaning,
stomach rumbling)

I'll race you.

Whoa!

I knew you were too big
for training wheels,

so I took them off.

(gasps)

This one isn't for you.

You have to use
the one for big boys.

I don't feel so good.

It's working.

Tommy isn't talking
about being older anymore.

That means that you're ready
to move on to phase two:

Operation Rock-the-Cradle.

Good luck.

Timmy, Grandma says
it's lunchtime.

TIMMY:
Goo-goo!

Timmy?

Gaa-gaa.

(gasps)

Gaa-gaa.

What are you doing?

Play.

Play, play, play.

Quit it.

People are going to see you.

(crying loudly)

You, boy!

Be nice to your
baby brother.

(Timmy still crying)

That's no baby,
that's Tommy.

He's not me.

He's wearing my kerchief.

I'm Tommy!

I'm Tommy.

I need my die-dy changed.

Grandma!

Where are you going?

Tibbles.

It's completely
under control.

Tommy has gotten
so mature

that he does all the work.

This is going to be

the easiest job ever.

I almost
feel sorry for him.

(doorbell rings)

Hi, I'm...

(grunts)

(Tibbles giggling)

TIMMY:
Yeah, pass it, Tommy!

Yeah, woo-hoo!

All right!

Mine! My ball!

Come on, Timmy.

(giggling and cheering)

Tommy did the most
darling thing today.

He asked me to say
I made a mistake.

Well, bless me.

I read it incorrectly.

It seems you were both born
at the same moment.

You're exactly the same age.

(cheering)

It's a fib, but if it
helps the boys get along,

we can wait till
they're older to tell them.

(coughing)

Oops.

I'm afraid you have your work
cut out for you today.

I got it! I got it!

I don't know how you do it.

Being an older brother
is awful.

Yay, woo-hoo!

All right!

Well, have fun.

(screaming)

Sounds like Tommy
learned his lesson.

I like happy endings,
don't you, Kate?

(giggling)

And now...

MS. CONNELLY:
Tell me the important parts
of this clock

that we need to know about
if we are telling time.

My name is Kadidiatou.

My teacher is Ms. Connelly.

She's teaching us
all about time.

CONNELLY:
We are going to make

a giant clock.

CONNELLY:
Keep it tight,
keep it tight.

And look at that!

KADIDIATOU:
We're learning
about hours and minutes.

If you were the minute hand,

do something with your body
to show that you're long.

What if you were
the short hour hand?

Oh, look at Jaymier.

He's the short hour hand.

Tommy and Timmy were born
two minutes apart,

and that got us
thinking about time.

CONNELLY:
Amalio, be the minute hand
for Sebastian.

He's making : .

KADIDIATOU:
We estimated how many things
we can do in one minute.

We're going to do
jumping jacks.

Go!

BOY:
I think I can do .

One minute feels
like a long time.

Eight...

And time's up.

Yes!

I guessed I would do ,
but I really did .

Sixty-eight.

Yeah.

BOY:
I feel good, but I'm tired.

I estimate I could make
my tower this high.

Go!

We're going to make a tower
in one minute.

Time was going so fast.

Time's up.

Oh, man!

I thought I could build it
this high,

but I built it smaller.

We could have made it bigger
if we had more time.

Go!

I'm going to see
if I can hula hoop

for one whole minute.

Whoo!

The minute felt so long.

I'm still doing it.

Wow, I'm doing it.

I had to twist my hips
over and over again

and now I'm dizzy.

ALL:
And now...

There are some things
you really don't want

once someone else
has used them.

(doorbell rings)

We brought you a present.

Thanks.

(giggling mischievously)

(gasps)

ARTHUR:
Like coloring books.

For nothing!

ARTHUR:
Or...

(gasps)

Oh. Sorry.

I forgot my toothbrush,
so I'm borrowing yours.

ARTHUR:
Toothbrushes.

Or...

Aw, I forgot
my gym socks.

I have extras.

Ew!

ARTHUR:
Gym socks.

(barks)

Or the newspaper,

after Pal used it
as a chew toy.

You think
that's bad?

I'd rather have
any of those used things

than what I got.

Wait 'til you hear
this story.

Hey!

Since when do you
get to open the show?

* And the world seemed
to smile all around *

* So it wouldn't be proper

* If made of silk
were another *

* My sweet little
Alice blue gown. *

(applause)

That sounded
real sweet, Ladonna.

Mama, I want that hippo!

Bud, you already
have a hippo.

It's about this big

and you use it
in the bath, remember?

I'm the only person
in Merry Madrigals

with a solo.

No one else has one.

Just me.

So I can't be looking
like something

the cat dragged in.

We don't have a cat.

Hey, let's get a cat
so it can drag Ladonna.

I'd like to see that.

She's just pulling
your leg, Buddy.

Mama, you're
not listening.

I'm sorry, Sugar.

Go on.

What I'm trying
to say is,

I should have
a new dress.

Something pretty.

Something special.

Something...

(gasps)

Something like that!

MRS. COMPSON:
You're right.

I am?

You do need a new dress.

There, now, isn't that pretty?

Stand up straight so I
can get this hem done.

But this dress
isn't new.

It's new to you,
Sassafras.

(groans)

(sighs)

Hey, Ladonna.

Have you seen my hippo?

I hate being
the middle child.

Just once, I'd like to be
the first one

to wear a new dress.

This one's been passed around
more than a worn penny.

It's probably
been in the family

as far back as anyone
can remember.

I bet the Romans
had it first.

Then it was handed down...

And handed down...

(flapper music playing)

And handed down...

And it'll keep getting
handed down

way into the future.

I never get anything new.

I can't be singing a solo
wearing this old thing.

Hey, careful with that.

Some day it might be mine.

I'm not going to sing
wearing that mess,

and that's final!

They'll just have to get someone
to replace me.

Replace you?

Why?

I don't have
anything to wear.

(gasps)

Is that all?

Relax.
I'll lend you something.

I've been dying
to give you a makeover

since you came here.

Step into my office.

Wow!

We'll use my new
Capri di Vapida clothing app.

All we have to do

is enter your skin tone,
hair color, eyes...

And it will pick out
the perfect match for you.

It's loading.

It's loading...

It's loading...

It's loading...

(gasps)

I want that one!

That one?

But it's so new,

Bailey hasn't even
entered it

into my database yet.

Never mind.

It's for a good cause.

One has to help those
without style

whenever one can.

Muffy, thank you so much!

I'll be extra special
careful with it.

I won't touch it or wear it.

I won't even look at it

until the concert
tomorrow night.

It's going straight home
and into my closet.

Oh, maybe I can try it on
just once.

After all, I have to see
if it fits.

There you are, Hippy.

I should have known
you'd be hiding in the mud.

* And in every shop window,
I primped passing by... *

BUD:
Hey, Ladonna, heads up.

Hippy's coming to say hi.

(screams)

Get away!

I'm sorry.

You're filthy!

It was Hippy's fault.

(squeals)

Phew!

TOMMY:
Hey, Ladonna.

Want a mud pie?

Drat.

We need more mud.

Be right back.

(Tibbles laughing)

(sighs)

Careful, Rutabaga.

That bench was
just painted.

(gasps)

No...!

(panting):
Okay, Ladonna.

You got to tell
Muffy the truth.

Treat it just like
ripping off a bandage.

No do-si-doing around.

Just fess up
and take your licks.

LADONNA:
So, anyway, we got this
pygmy hippo from this zoo

going out of business,
and...

He's as cute as a button,
name's Fred,

but, well, Fred's
kind of messy and...

Jenna, come here!

Wait 'til you see

what Ladonna is
wearing tonight.

Cute, cute, cu-ute.

Oh, did you get
a new dress?

Um, yeah,
about the dress.

It's...

Sure is cute.

I know.

I gave it to her.

Don't I have great taste?

And just think,

you're going to be
the first to wear it.

Yep.

And the last.

Oh, hey, there.

I couldn't find the eraser I
borrowed from you yesterday,

so I bought you a new one.

That's it!

I'll just buy the same dress
and replace it.

Muffy will never know
the difference.

SALESWOMAN:
With tax, the total
comes to...

(gasps)

(breathless):
How can one little dress
cost so much money?

It'll take years
to pay Muffy back.

(doorbell rings)

Here's this week's payment
for your dress.

Only more years

and you'll be paid off
in full.

What am I going to do?

Hey, there.

Ready for your big solo?

Come on,
let's see that dress.

Um, actually, I'd rather...

Make a big entrance?

I get it.

(gulps)

Something like that.

(applause)

Oh, that is cute.

* In my sweet little
Alice blue gown *

* When I first wandered down
into town *

* I was so proud inside
as I felt every eye *

* And in every shop window
I primped passing by *

* A new manner of fashion
I found *

* And the world seemed
to smile all around *

* So it wouldn't be proper

* If made of silk or another

* My sweet little
Alice blue gown. *

(applause)

Well!

You have got some
explaining to do.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I ruined your dress.

I just tried it on
to see if it fit,

and then I got paint on it,

so I went to the store...

You mean this one?

I bought one just like it
so we could be matchies.

Oh, that one's
nice, too.

What do you mean, "too"?

Muffy, I'll pay you back
for the one I messed up.

I promise.

It'll take me
years.

But Mama always says
we Compsons

have longevity
in our family.

My Great-Grandma Lena
lived to be .

Oh, please.

I couldn't have worn
the dress I lent you anyway.

It was robin's egg blue,
which really isn't my color.

This one
is Cerulean Warbler.

I'm upset because you
didn't ask me for help.

You've seen my closet.

I could have given you
another cute outfit to wear.

Like this one.

That's awful nice
of you, Muffy.

But my house isn't safe
for high-falutin' fashion.

Besides,

I think I'm more comfortable
in my own clothes.

You sang real
pretty, Sugar.

And you looked real pretty, too.

Let me get
a picture.

Wait.

Get us both.

Aren't we stylish?

(giggles)

BUSTER:
To watch more Arthur

and play games with all
the Elwood City friends,

You can find Arthur books
and lots of other books, too

at your local library.