06x09 - Big Brother Caillou

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♪ I'm just a kid who's four ♪

♪ Each day I grow some more ♪

♪ I like exploring ♪

♪ I'm caillou ♪

♪ So many things to do ♪

♪ Each day is something new ♪

♪ I'll share them with you ♪

♪ I'm caillou ♪

♪ My world is turning ♪

♪ Changing each day! ♪

♪ With mommy and daddy,
I'm finding my way ♪

♪ Growing up
is not so tough ♪

♪ Except when I've had enough ♪

♪ But there's lots
of fun stuff ♪

♪ I'm caillou ♪

♪ Caillou ♪

♪ Caillou ♪

♪ I'm caillou! ♪

(Giggles)

That's me!

♪♪♪

Caillou:
"bunny shmunny"

Storyteller:
caillou looked everywhere,

But he couldn't find
his special shirt.

Whoa, caillou!

I spent a long time
putting those clothes away.

But mommy, I need my
art shirt for school today!

We're doing paper
mache!

You mean that shirt?

You found it!

I laid it out for you
last night, caillou.

You can tidy up later.

Now, hurry up or you
won't have time to eat

The special breakfast
I made for you!

Mommy:
(big yawn)

Storyteller:
rosie had been up all night

With a bad cough
and the sniffles.

(Coughing, sniffles)

Storyteller:
and that meant mommy
had been up all night too!

Mommy:
(yawns)

These pancakes should make
you feel better, rosie.

Rosie
bunny! (Giggle)

Mmm...

What should I make
with paper mache, mommy?

Maybe a lion...
Or a dragon!

Mommy:
how about... A dinosaur?!

Storyteller:
mommy was sure caillou
would like

His special dinosaur pancake.

But caillou barely
even noticed.

Yeah, maybe a dinosaur.

Or maybe a...

Bunny!
(Coughs)

No rosie, I don't
want to make a bunny!

Aaaah-choo!

Mommy:
aw, poor rosie. I wish I could
make you feel better.

(Sniffs)

(Pop)

(Giggling)

What are you
going to make, caillou?

I was gonna make
a dinosaur.

But I changed my mind.

Now I'm going to
make a bunny for rosie.

She's sick.

Can I make a dinosaur?!

Sure.

(Giggling)

Kids:
goopy!

Miss martin:
that's it -
take the newspaper strips,

Dip them in the glue

And then stick them
to your balloon.

(Giggle) ew, yuck!

Storyteller:
caillou began working very hard
on his paper mache bunny.

He knew rosie was
going to love it.

♪♪♪

Caillou:
hmm... Hmm...

Okay, everyone,

We'll let the paper
mache dry overnight,

And tomorrow we'll all
paint our animals!

Yaaay! Yay!

Mommy:
(sneezes)

Caillou
(giggles)

I think I'm catching
rosie's cold...

Ready for bed,
caillou?

Uh huh. And all my clothes
are picked up, mommy.

(Sigh)
I guess they are.

Storyteller:
caillou was so excited
about his bunny

He didn't notice
how tired mommy was.

Caillou:
wait till you see it,
mommy.

I gave rosie's bunny
long ears

And I made whiskers
with pipe cleaners.

It sounds wonderful,
caillou.

Caillou:
I hope rosie likes it.

Mommy:
oh, dear... Look at your
art shirt!

Can you clean it so I can wear
it again tomorrow, mommy?

Pleeeease?

I'm going to paint
rosie's bunny!

Okay.
I'll see what I can do...

If you promise not
to throw your clothes

On the floor again.

(Giggles)
I promise.

(Birds chirp)

Rosie better?

Mommy! Where's my-

Mommy
art shirt?
It's right here.

What do you say?
(Sneeze!)

I stayed up late last
night to wash it.

Thank you!

What a wonderful blue bunny,
caillou!

It's for my sister,
rosie.

Well, I'm sure
she's going to love it!

Storyteller:
caillou felt proud.

He couldn't wait to bring
his bunny home to rosie.

Rosie
yeah!

I think someone
is almost better.

Caillou:
daddy! Awesome!

Oh! That sounds
like your big brother.

Oopie!

Caillou:
rosie! I'm home!

Storyteller:
caillou was excited to show
rosie his surprise.

Caillou:
look what I made for you...
A bunny!

Caillou play puzzle?

Storyteller:
caillou was disappointed.

Rosie barely even looked
at her bunny.

Look, rosie!
It's a bunny!

Hi rosie.
I'm a bunny.

I like eating carrots.
Yum yum!

No! Puzzle!

(Giggles)

But rosie, see?
He has whiskers

And I painted him blue...
You like blue!

(Giggle)
bunny shmunny!

Mommy:
what's wrong, caillou?
You look a little down.

I worked hard
on rosie's bunny,

And she didn't like it.

People don't always
realize how hard we work

To make them happy.

Why don't you help me
with dinner?

You can wash the carrots
while I peel the potatoes.

Okay.

All done!

Good job, caillou!

Now you can mash
these boiled potatoes.

Making dinner is hard work,
mommy.

It sure is.

It's also work to pick
up clothes

And wash a favourite
shirt...

For a certain someone.

Storyteller:
caillou never realized how hard
mommy worked to make him happy.

Thank you, mommy.

You're welcome, caillou.

And by the way,
I think bunny is beautiful.

Where are you going?

I'm going to be a good
little bunny

And put away my clothes
before dinner! (Giggle)

Storyteller:
this was caillou's way of
saying 'thank you, mommy',

For all of her hard work.

♪♪♪

Caillou:
"that's mine!"

(Birds chirp)

Storyteller:
caillou's family loved
going for bike rides,

And they took very
good care of their bikes.

Especially caillou!

Rosie wash?

No thanks.
I like doing it.

Don't wash that!

Aww, now my head's
going to get all wet.

I think rosie really
wants to help.

Isn't there something
she could do?

Um...

You can wash the handlebars.
Just be careful.

Good!
I'll get another towel...

(Gasp!) My bike!

Rosie
oopsy.

It's scratched!
You scratched it, rosie.

See? There!

Daddy:
uh-oh. So it is.

I told you to be careful!

I knew I shouldn't
let her wash it!

Rosie sorry!

She didn't mean to,
caillou.

Storyteller:
but caillou was too
upset to listen.

All he knew was that rosie
had scratched

One of his favorite things!

And he didn't want it
to happen again -

So he decided to take
back everything

He had let rosie play with.

Eww, ros-ie!

(Dishes clatter)

My drum!

That's mine!

(Frustrated huff)

Rosie:
caillou?

What caillou doing?

I'm taking back
all my toys.

They'll be safer
in my room.

Hey, that's my tambourine!

There. Now, rosie won't even
know where they are!

(Gulp) b'nana?

(Huff) no, thanks.

And from now on,
you have to knock first.

My room is
private property!

(Sigh)
why don't you go play
in the playroom?

Okay.

She'll never remember
to knock.

(Laugh)
now she can't sneak in.

Storyteller:
caillou felt better,

Knowing that all his toys
were safe from rosie.

Then, he remembered
something...

(Gasp) I have toys
in the playroom, too!

(Rattles)

What that?

It's tape.

I'm splitting the
playroom in half.

From now on,
this is my side...

And that's yours.

I won't touch your stuff,
if you don't touch mine. Okay?

(Sadly)
okay.

Oooh! Sticker!

Caillou take.

You're giving me this?

But it's your best sticker!

Thanks, but you should really
keep it for your sticker book.

Oops - I'm out of tape.

I'd better get more!

(Mutters)
flashlight hm...
Garbage bags...

Tape!

Yeeeeah! Yeahhh!

(Strumming the guitar)
(boing!)

(Gasp)
oh, no! I broke it!

Maybe I can fix it?

(Objects clatter)

(Knock on the door)

Daddy:
caillou?

There's something a little
different about my guitar...

Is there anything you
want to tell me?

I broke it.
I'm sorry!

I didn't mean to.
I tried to fix it!

(Chuckle)
yes, I noticed.

(Out of tune)

It's all right, caillou.

Just let me do the fixing
next time, okay?

Okay.
But aren't you mad?

No.
Accidents happen.

When rosie scratched my bike,
I felt really mad.

How do you think
rosie felt?

She probably felt
really sorry.

I think so, too.

So! Would you like
to learn

How to change a guitar
string?

Yes! But...
Can we do it later?

I have to do something.

Sure, caillou.

Mine!

I know!
I won't take it.

Rosie, I'm sorry I was
grouchy about my bike.

Accidents happen
to everybody.

Even me!

So... You can still play
with my toys. Okay?

Okay!

Do you want to play
with my tambourine?

Tambreen!
Tambreen!

I think that's a yes.

And if you still want
to give me that sticker,

I thought of a really
good place for it.

Okay!

Rosie:
all gone!

Caillou:
that looks great!

Daddy:
it sure does! So...

Who feels like
a family bike ride?

Caillou:
me!

Mommy:
me!

Meeee!

(All laugh)

Storyteller:
caillou and rosie
were happy again.

They had learned how to forgive
one another.

Caillou!

Shh, rosie!

Can't you fall asleep?

Just try closing your eyes.

Do you want me to
sing you a song?

Caillou sing song!

Rock-a-bye rosie,
in the tree top,

You have to go to sleep
because it's night time.

So rock-a-bye
rosie, go to sleep now.

Sing more.

No rosie, you
have to sleep now.

(Crying)

Just a minute, rosie.

My very favorite.

Here rosie, you can
borrow my fire truck!

(Siren wails)

No!

(Rosie crying)

It's ok, mommy,
it was just my firetruck.

(Gilbert meows)

Oh, gilbert! It's only you.

Come and lie down with rosie.

See?

Gilbert's going to sleep,

So you have to go
to sleep too, ok?

Rosie want bunny.

Ok, rosie.

Hmm.

I can't find bunny.

How about your
kangaroo instead?

No!

I'll be right back.

(Toy squeaks)

(Gilbert meows)

Shh! Gilbert!

Hmm.

Rosie's bunny!

Thanks, gilbert!

Rosie:
bunny!

I'm going to tell you a
story to help you go to sleep.

Hmm. Let's see.

(Caillou yawns)

Goodnight, rosie,

Sweet dreams!

♪♪♪

Caillou:
"raspberry ruckus"

(Bird chirps, gilbert meows)

Storyteller:
rosie was having a wonderful
tea party in her room

When she heard...

Caillou, andre:
(giggling)

Storyteller:
giggling!

Rosie had no idea why caillou
and andre were laughing,

But she wanted to know,
so she could laugh too!

(Giggling)

Okay.
Listen to this one...

(Deep breath)
tbbbbttt!

(Laughing)

Okay!
Me next! Me next!

(Deep breath)
tbbbbbbtttt!

Andre
ha ha! That was even
louder than mine!

Rosie:
funny noise!

Storyteller:
caillou and andre thought rosie
was going to ruin their fun!

Caillou:
come on rosie,
this is big kid stuff.

You go back to your room and-

(Deep breath)
tbbbbbttttt!

(Laughing)

That was the best
raspberry ever!

I never knew you were so funny,
rosie!

(Doorbell rings)

Daddy:
I'll get it! It's probably our
dinner guests...

Just in time, too!

Caillou! Rosie!
Time for dinner!

Wow... That was fast.

You must really be hungry.

I'm setting the table,
sweetheart.

What would you like to drink
with your dinner?

Milk or apple juice?

(Deep breath)
tbbbbttttt!

Caillou:
(laughing wildly)

Daddy:
grandpa and grandma are here.

Are you kids looking forward
to having dinner

With them tonight?

(Deep breath)
tbbbttttt!

Storyteller:
although caillou thought

Rosie's raspberries
were very funny,

Mommy and daddy did not agree.

Mommy:
mm-hm. Seems like the kids have
learned something new today.

Yup. And I'm not
sure I like it.

Caillou:
grandpa! Grandma!

Rosie:
gwandma! Gwandpa!

(Chuckle)
hello there!

We've been looking forward
to seeing you.

So! Did you kids
have a nice day?

(Deep breath)
tbbbbtttt!

Caillou:
(laughs)

Uh... So you didn't
have a good day?

We had a great day!

Andre and I showed rosie
how to blow raspberries!

(Deep breath)
tbbbbbbbttttt!

Caillou:
(giggles) see?!

Hm. Children, there will be
no more raspberries

At the dinner table,
thank you.

It's not proper.

(Giggles)

Storyteller:
that night, caillou was still
giggling,

Thinking about rosie's
raspberries.

Daddy:
good night, sweetheart!

Mommy:
love you!

Rosie:
tbbbbbbbbttt!

(Giggles)

Daddy:
caillou, I think we need
to have a talk.

Blowing raspberries
can be fun,

But sometimes
it's inappropriate.

In-a-pro-reeeate?

Inappropriate.

That means it's not
how we'd like

You and rosie to behave.

It seems to me you're
encouraging your sister.

But raspberries are funny!

Doesn't that make it okay?

There's a time and a place
for everything, honey,

Even funny stuff.

Daddy:
blowing raspberries
is fine -

When it's just silly
fun between friends

Or brothers and sisters.

But most other times,

It's impolite to make rude
sounds, like raspberries.

Do you understand?

(Yawns) uh huh.

Daddy:
okay kiddo.
Time for bed.

Don't forget, tomorrow's
the big "open house"

At your preschool!

Caillou
open house. Right.

(Yawns)
goodnight.

Storyteller:
caillou was very excited
to show his family

Around his preschool.

Caillou:
come on! Over here!

Welcome!

I'm so glad you
could make it!

We're just about
to showcase

Some of our students'
artwork.

Isn't that right,
caillou?

Uh huh. I made a special
painting!

Leo:
me too!

Hi leo!

Miss martin:
welcome to our preschool's
open house!

You're welcome to take a look
around the classroom,

But before you do...

I'd like to show you some
of the artwork

The children have been
working on.

All: (impressed)
ooh... Ah... Nice!

Oh my!

Ooh.

Storyteller:
caillou was so very proud to
see his painting on the wall.

He couldn't wait
to show it off.

That one's mine!
Right there!

Daddy:
ohh! Wow!

Mommy:
it's beautiful, caillou!

Daddy:
I love it!

What do you think of your
brother's painting, rosie?

(Deep breath)
tbbbbbbbttttt!

(Gasps)

(Stifled giggle)
oh my!

That was funny!

(Stifled giggles)

(Laughing)

(Laughing)

Storyteller:
not everyone found rosie's
raspberry funny...

Especially not caillou.

Not this time.

Mommy:
sweetheart,
we're sorry for laughing.

But we weren't laughing
at you or your painting.

Nope.
Just rosie's raspberry.

We thought your painting
was terrific!

Nobody even got to see
my painting.

They were too busy
laughing!

(Sigh)
you were right.

Sometimes raspberries
are in-a-prop-ri-ate.

I have to have a talk
with rosie!

(Big inhale)
tbbbbbbtttt!

Rosie, you have to stop
blowing raspberries.

Sometimes they're rude!

You hurt my feelings tonight.

(Sniffles)

I'm not mad.

Just don't blow raspberries
any more, okay?

No more?
No more funny noise?

No more noise.

Well... Maybe sometimes.

When it's just you
and me, acting silly, okay?

(Inhale)
tbbbbbbttt! Okay!

(Giggles)
okay.

C'mon, rosie,
let's go play!

Storyteller:
caillou had realized there
was a time and place

For everything -

Even blowing raspberries.