01x25 - Furst Impressions

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What's the story, Wishbone?What's

this you're dreaming of?Such

big imagination on such

a little part?What's the

story, Wishbone?Do you think it's

worth a look?It kind of

seems familiar, like a story

from a book. Shake a leg

now, Wishbone. Let's wag

another. Sniffing

out adventure with Wishbone

on the trail. Come on, Wishbone.

What's the story, Wishbone?

What's the story, Wishbone?

What's the story, Wishbone?

What's the story, Wishbone?

Beach party, huhOK, I'll

go. I wonder what the food's going to be

like. Excuse me. Can someone tell me what

the menu is for Saturday?Hello. Oh,

there's Joe. I'll just ask him. Hey,

whisp on. Got a food question for you,

pal. Uh oh. Hey,

squirt. Don't give me any ideas,

Demont. You and your little

g*ng going to the dance on Saturday?

Why do you care, Demont?Oh, I want to

know where to set up the losers only

section. You got to know how to write to

make a sign, pal. What do you mean,

losers only?Well, you're not

going with anyone, are you?Well, we're

going together. That's what I thought.

All the cool people have dates. You're

cool?Of course, when you dress

like that, what can you expect?Hey,

Demont. Think fast.

Keep your dog off me. Didn't you know

that paw print pants are the latest that?

I'm such a trendsetter.

Oh, don't go away mad, Dumont. Just go

away.

The secret word for today is snack time.

Dumont just wants to sew off. Forget

about him. Hey, let's talk about this in

the kitchen. What's wrong with how I

dress?He thinks that his friends are the

only cool people. Yeah, me and old

Damont. Let's have a snack and forget

about it. How are we going to have any

fun at the dance with him around?All

those people staring at you. Oh, it makes

me nervous. Yeah, I mean, everybody just

stands around. People get so weird.

You guys have got to calm down. We won't

be weird. Or we could talk

about the party and eat later. Speaking

of party. I wonder if Jill got that menu

I was looking for. Being nervous about

parties happens to a lot of people. Read

Jane Austen. Back in 1813, she wrote a

juicy, meaty book about people and

parties, Pride and Prejudice.

In a small English town, one of my

favorite characters, Elizabeth Bennett

and her sister, are invited to the ball.

Elizabeth, what about these flowers for

the bud vase?Oh, they're beautiful. We'd

better go in. Oh,

very good. Come along. These two are

comfortable anywhere.

Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness. Girls,

come gather round. I have wonderful

news. What is it, Mama?A

young man from London has rented

Netherfield. Netherfield. He

must be ever so rich. Indeed. And we are

all invited to a ball. I dare say he will

marry one of you. Oh, Mama, for

shame. Oh, quiet, Lizzie. Jane, you must

wear your new dress. How we dress

will not matter in the light of how we

behave. Oh, Lizzie, whatever do you mean?

Mr. Bingley and his snobby sister rented

a huge house

and they had a huge party to meet the

neighbors. Mr.

Bingley, this is my eldest

Jane,

and these are my other girls.

I welcome you all.

Punch.

This is my sister, Miss Bingley,

and my good friend, Mr. Darcy.

Darcy. Mr. Bingley's

rich and incredibly handsome friend,

Mr. Darcy, is nervous at parties.

So nervous he seems rude.

Meeting all of these new people gives me

a headache. Jane has, without

exception, the sweetest temper I have

ever met. Would you care to

dance, Miss Bennett?

I would be honored, Mr. Bingley.

What a lovely dress. Thank you.

I had one very like it in London

three or four seasons ago.

Oh, hello again.

Mr. Darcy, would you be a darling and

escort me to the punch bowl?Yes, of

course. Excuse us, Miss Becker. Bennett.

Sorry.

I'm very rude.

Good evening.

These country ba*ls are horrid. Nothing

like London.

Come Darcy, I must have you dance.

Dancing with strangers. Besides, I'm a

London man. I'm not interested in country

girls. You are too

fastidious. I've never met so many

pleasant girls in all my life. Well,

that's true. Miss Bennett is very pretty.

What about her sister, Miss Elizabeth?

She's delightful and very clever. And why

should I dance with her when nobody else

will?certainly do not need to

beg him to be my partner.

Mom, I think I need new shoes.

What?We just bought those a month ago.

Well, these hurt my feet. Come here, let

me see.

Up here.

Well, they seem to fit all right. Well,

these would fit a lot better.

Joe, if you need new shoes, fine, but

these are way too expensive.

Well, you could take it out of my

allowance. Your allowance?How will you

buy my chew toys or my bite-size mini fun

bones?That's not the point, honey. But

nobody wears this kind of shoe anymore.

Besides, this has a part. Joe, Joe, you

don't have to have expensive clothes to

make people like you. I don't even have

clothes and think how popular I am.

OK, library, here we come. Hey, let's

make it a contest. Last one to the

binchester. Rub my tummy anytime I want,

forever.

Sam, what do you think of these shoes?

It's a fine doe. But listen,

I heard from Robin's friend Tia that

DeMott found out that David's going to

the dance with Amanda.

No way. I'm tired of this dance. Nobody

wants to play anymore. Oh, that's what I

heard. What'd you hear about you and

Amanda?What do you mean?Did you ask

Amanda to the dance?No. Who said that?

Everyone. Well, I heard that you asked

Nathaniel Wobeleski. What?

Uh oh, it's getting ugly. That's what

rumors usually do.

Caroline Bailey thought the Bennetts

weren't good enough, and she wanted Mr.

Darcy all for herself. So,

she spread rumors about Mr. Darcy and

Elizabeth. I have heard on good

authority, Mr. Darcy, that you have

developed a preference for Miss Elizabeth

Bennet. Well, that's impossible. I hardly

know her. Well, I must

order my dresses. Pray tell when is the

wedding to me. Look, she's nice, but I

can't marry a poor girl, so, you know,

enough already?

Married, Elizabeth and I.

That's crazy, isn't it?

Meanwhile, Elizabeth was so mad at Mr.

Darcy's rudeness that she became

prejudiced against him. Then she met

George Wickham. I believe you are

acquainted with Mr. Darcy. As much as

I ever wished to be.

Oh, what I could say.

Darcy's behavior towards myself has

been scandalous. Whatever do you

mean?

His dear father was my godfather.

He loved me and meant to provide for me

after his death. Darcy ignored

my inheritance. He cheated me.

Good heavens. But how can this

be?

Darcy claimed that I did not deserve it.

He thought I was. Extravagant.

Now I am poor. This news is

shocking. It has to be made public.

Not by me. I've never told

anyone. You've had him long enough,

Lizzie.

When Darcy and Elizabeth meet at the next

ball, neither one knows what to believe.

Darcy, I insist you dance with us.

Bingley, you know I've got four left

feet. Oh, all right.

Miss Eliza, I hear that you've been

talking with George Wickham.

I would take care if I were you. The

poor are great liars, you knowI

know that money does not buy good

character.

It is a lovely ball. Don't you

agree?Yes, quite.

It is your turn to speak, Mr. Darcy.

I talk to the dance, and you ought to

make some kind of remark about the size

of the room, or the number of couples.

Your sister will dance with just about

anybody, huhI guess you prefer to

criticize everyone.

I have heard all about you. Well, you

don't believe everything you hear.

I can't believe you, David. Joe, this is

getting out of hand. I thought you were

my friend. Sam. What about you?You were

spreading rumors about me to Joe. David.

I was just telling him what I heard.

Right. Without asking me first.

Guys, come on. Oh, like any permission to

talk?Well, obviously no one can stop you

from talking. So why don't you get a

radio station and tell the whole world?

Hey! Guys! Time out!

Hello?Guys?Guys!

They're barking louder than I am. I

like that one. That's a good color.

This one smells funny. His clothes are

lame. Well, how about one of these?

Lame. Well, relax. You still have

two days before the party.

Boy, you can just feeltension in here,

can't you?Why

don't you tell me what happened this

afternoon?Mom, you wouldn't believe it.

I've never seen Sam and David so

mad before. They were just screaming at

each other. Whoo! Think how I feel. My

ears are still ringing. Well, that sounds

pretty bad. What do you think we should

do?I don't know.

I'm mad, too. Thanks to them, what's the

point of going to the dance?I agree.

Let's skip it. Hey, who wants to play

sock?Well, you know, if you let this go

on too long, it's just going to be harder

to fix. Yeah, I just don't want

to choose sides. It's like our whole

friendship is caught in the middle. Boy,

oh, boy. You said a mouth full, pal.

You know, being caught in the middle is

what happened to Bingley and Jane in

Pride and Prejudice. Miss

Bennett has such... Happy, easy

manners, don't you think, Caroline?She

smiles too much.

And what of her mother and sisters?They

have no fortune.

That does not make her one job less

agreeable, Bingley.

As unagreeable as it may be, it's time to

give you the facts of life. We are rich

society people. True enough,

the Bennets are not. If you like Miss

Bennett, we have a problem. She just,

well, won't fit in our world. But

she is so

agreeable. I know.

Actually, I Miss Elizabeth's not bad. I

heard her say the funniest thing just the

other day. Well, since we agreed the

Bennett's are entirely unsuitable, I

suggest that we return to London before

things go any further.

She's right. If I stay any longer, I

might fall in love. Jane. Jane,

come to me at once. Mama, what has

happened?Dreadful news.

Mr. Bingley and all his guests have gone

back to London. When will they

return?Perhaps never. Oh, Jane,

how could Mr. Bingley leave?I know you

would have got him if you could.

My only consolation is that you may die

of a broken heart. Then he will be sorry.

He loves you. I'm sure of it.

This has to be the work of Miss Bingley

and Mr. Darcy.

Ooh, I got it. I got it. Boy,

sometimes I really wish I had thumbs.

Amanda, Nathaniel, wait up. Now we'll

get to the bottom of these rumors and

back to normal. Do you two have

dates for the social tomorrow?No. And I

especially didn't ask David. I don't know

who started that. Excuse me. What's wrong

with David?I heard that Samantha really

wanted a date, but that she couldn't get

one. Then Sam didn't ask you.

No. I heard that you asked her out. What?

I don't know who to believe.

So Nathaniel thinks I'm desperate.

Not exactly. That was just what he heard.

Well, that's stupid. Yeah. I mean, we

were all going together,

but if you really want a date,

I'll go with you. Oh, so you think I'm

desperate too?Look, Joe, I don't want a

date. OK, I'd take that as a no.

Yep, a definite no.

So much for trying to help. That

communication thing is still not working

quite right, Joe. It happens all thetime.

Mr. Darcy met Elizabeth again when she

visited friends at Huntsford in the

countryside. After

spending more time together, Elizabeth

thought she liked him just a little bit.

Darcy knew he should come clean about

breaking up Jane and Bingley, but he

never got around to it. Instead,

he fell in love.

I got it. No, I don't. I'll say

it. No, I won't. I'll do

it. No, I can't. You were asked to speak

with me, Mr. Darcier?Um, yes, if you

don't mind. As you wish. Uh,

Miss. Elizabeth,

it must be said I've struggled in

vain. You must allow me to tell you how

ardently I admire and love you.

I don't know what I I know. I

know. It's ridiculous for me, a

Darcy, to love you, who have

no fortune at all. Oh, but I

do. I do. Marry me.

In this situation, I believe it is

customary in polite society

to express my obligation to you for the

honor of your proposal. Kind of makes you

feel like Cinderella, doesn't it?You

don't have to. If I could feel gratitude,

I would now thank you. But I cannot.

Pardon. I have never desired your good

opinion. I can only hope that my

inferiority will assist you in recovering

from my refusal. Good day, Mr. Darcy.

Wait, no, it just came out wrong. Oh,

great. Elizabeth, please

let me explain. Even had I loved you, do

you think I could accept the man who has

ruined the happiness of Jane, my most

beloved sister?I can explain about that,

too. You thought even Jane was not good

enough. You cannot deny that you are the

reason Mr. Bingley went away. Well,

technically, but your true, cruel

character was revealed to me by Mr.

Wickham. Wickham, that tomcat. You

don't believe his story. I believed you

to be a gentleman. That was my mistake.

I beg you to leave. Oh, boy.

Elizabeth, please, if I can just have a

few minutes. I know I sound really rude

and arrogant, but I'm really just the

nicest guy. Is this the part where you

shut the door in my face?Yes, it is.

I am most seriously confused.

Oh, so I see you're taking her side. No,

I wasn't. I was just coming over to

check. No, I

just wanted to. Forget it. Wait, Sam,

wait. David, wait

up. I give

up. Tonight's going to be the beach

party anti-social.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

So, are we having fun yet?

This has got to end.

Come here. Come here.

Look, I'm tired of this fight. Well, who

started it?Are you saying I did?Guys,

you're acting crazy. You're letting those

stupid rumors break us up. You tell them,

Joe. You're both wrong and too proud to

admit it. Now, on the count of

three, I want you both to apologize, okay?

Wait, what about you?What did I do?You

forgot to tuck me in last night. I don't

know, but you did something.

Let's all apologize. Okay.

One, two, three. Sorry.

Sorry

I accept.

Mr. Darcy apologized too,

to make his wrongs right. He brought

Bingley back to see Jane.

Elizabeth found out that George Wickham

was a big liar, especially about Mr.

Darcy. She apologized and realized that

Darcy was pretty nice.

Elizabeth, I've never told anybody this

before. But I love digging around in the

dirt. How's that?

Thank you. What you did for Jane

makes me very happy. Oh, but when I think

of how I insulted you... We will not

quarrel for the greater share of blame.

Both of us have behaved improperly, and

we have both, I hope,

improved in civility.

I would be honored if you would give me

your hand in marriage. Miss Elizabeth.

Yes, Mr. Darcy. Do you believe

that we could learn more about each other

in the future?Yes, I

believe we could.

Lizzie, Mr. Bingley and I are to be

married. Wonderful. I've done

it, Taz, old chap. Congratulations, old

boy. This is so exciting.

Everyone's getting kisses. Except me. Hey,

Joe, listen to this. Yeah, we figured it

all out. What do you mean?All the rumors?

Okay, go back to one source.

DeMont Jones. DeMont?

Oh, ohh really?Wistbone!

I've missed out on a lot of snack time

because of you, pal. Wishbone!

Wishbone, sit! You're lucky I got all

lays in obedience, school buddy.

Stay. Keep your dog away from me.

Sorry, Mert. No problem.

Where's your date?Yeah, Mr. Cool. Uh,

what was her name?She couldn't make it.

She had a cold. And I didn't want to get

sick. That's too bad.

Yeah. Well, have a good time.

Gray shirt. Thanks.

I think your shirt's on backwards.

Joan, did you know that your shirt's on

inside out?Sarah! Everybody

on the floor! She's not able to go off

again! Oh, that is gross. You're

disgusting. Ew, it

came out of her nose. Ah, great. I've

got pink fur. This is nice.

And so our saga ends. What have we

learned?Never judge a book by its cover.

Don't worry about how other people see

you. Get the facts straight from the

horse's mouth. Yeah, like horses are so

great. Anyway, why ask me?I'm

just a dog.

Lots of action in Jane Austen's book

Pride and Prejudice takes place on the

dance floor. If you had two left paws

back then, you were in big trouble

because they did some pretty fancy

footwork.

A choreographer is the person who plans

out the dances and then teaches them to

the dancers. It's a job that requires

familiarity with music and rhythm, as

well as movement and style. A

choreographer also needs to be a good

communicator. Make sure when you get down

here that you turn right under

This one looked like so much fun, I had

to try it myself. Hey, I don't mean to

make the other dancers look bad, but it's

not my fault they've only got two feet.

See you on the dance floor. Keep in

step with me and Jane Austen. Visit your

local library.