02x02 - Punky's Treehouse

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Punky Brewster". Aired: September 16, 1984 to March 1986.*
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Follows Punky and her dog, Brandon who have been abandoned by her parents.
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02x02 - Punky's Treehouse

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[theme music]

♪ Maybe the world is blind

♪ Or just a little unkind

♪ Don't know

♪ Seems you can't be sure

♪ Of anything anymore

♪ Although

♪ You maybe lonely and then

♪ One day you're smiling again

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ I see the girl
who turns my world around ♪

♪ Standing there

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ Her spirit's lifting me

♪ Right off the ground

♪ What's gonna be?

♪ Guess we'll just wait

♪ And see ♪

Woof!

[instrumental music]

[barking]

[music continues]

- Good morning, Henry.
- Morning, Punky. Mm.

Henry, I just had the best dream

in the entire world.

What was it about?

Well, it started out
real normal.

It was a Saturday,
and I was playing jacks

with a worm in our backyard.

Sounds normal so far.

Anyway,
the worm was on threesies,

all of a sudden, a great
big beautiful blue bird

flew down, grabbed him,
flew back up

into the tree in our backyard.

And you know what happened?

He never made it to foursies?

No.

I looked up, I saw
the most fantabulous thing

that you couldn't even dream it!

But I did.

What was it?

A treehouse!

This is what it looked like.

Except in my dream
it wasn't flat and folded.

Whoa, whoa!

It's beautiful!

But what's this, an elevator?

No, a dog-a-vator.

So Brandon can come up, too.

You know,
when I was a young lad,

I always wanted a treehouse.

- Did you ever get one?
- No.

We didn't have any trees
in our yard, only hedges.

And nobody wants a hedgehouse.

Henry, can we build this?

After all, the hard part's done,
we've already got the tree.

Mm, I don't know, Punky.

It would be quite
an undertaking.

No, it's a treehouse.

It would be an overtaking.

[scoffs]

Please, Henry,
I could get all the kids

and Mrs. Johnson to help us.

Well, it is a good time
to build a house.

Interest rates are down.

Oh, what the hey,
let's go for it!

Wow, wow.

Oh, wowee, wowee!

Wowee, wow!

- Thanks, Henry.
- You're welcome.

I can't wait
to get to school

and tell all the kids.

Hold it!

You're not going
anywhere, young lady,

until you eat your breakfast.

[instrumental music]

I'm full.

Brandon, do you want seconds?

[barks]

What's the problem, Cherie?

Mike, the door won't open.

Let me try a little trick
that I picked up

at Fenster Hall. Step back.

[chuckles]

[tapping]

[thudding]

[blowing]

Alright, hey-hey!

I still got it.

Wow! Thanks, Mike.

Well, what's a teacher for?

- Mike?
- Yeah?

I was getting this for you.

Oh, thanks, Cherie.

[chomp]

Cherie, that's the third apple
you've given Mike this week.

Yeah, an apple a day
keeps the bad grades away.

I think she's got
a crush on him.

I don't have a crush on him.

I just think
he's a great teacher.

The fact that he's
incredibly handsome

has absolutely nothing
to do with it.

[laughing]

Hey, guys, you know what
I dreamt last night?

Let me guess, you were playing
jacks with a worm again?

Yeah, but it had
a different ending.

In this dream, we had a great,

big, beautiful treehouse!

[gasp] Wow!

Alright!

You sure draw good
in your sleep.

Anyway, Henry said we could
build it this weekend.

- You guys wanna help?
- Yeah...

- Sure we will!
- Count me in.

Guys, this is gonna be the best
Saturday you ever had.

[cheering]

[instrumental music]

[grunting]

[groaning]

Cherie, we've been
at this for an hour.

How many nails have we pulled?

- Let me count.
- Yeah.

One...

- Oh.
- Oh

Hey, guys, look what we found!

More wood!

- More nails!
- More nails!

Come on, let's get hoppin'!

Punky, it's too hot to hop.

Yeah, can't we wait and build
this treehouse in the winter?

Hi, people.

Margaux, why are you
dressed like that?

Because I have impeccable taste.

She means, why aren't
you dressed to help us

build the treehouse?

Oh, I wanted to,
but guess who mother's taking me

to meet this morning?

Nigel St. Clair!

- Who?
- Who?

Don't you people read
"Architectural Digest?"

Nigel St. Clair is the world's
leading closet decorator.

A closet decorator?

You mean,
he doesn't want anybody

to know that he's a decorator?

No.

He designs closets for every
important person there is.

And he's gonna do our closets.

But what about the treehouse?

Mm, I don't think you
can afford him, Punky.

Ciao!

Can you believe her?

She was just getting
out of doing the work.

Yeah, you know what she is?

- Smart.
- Smart.

Cherie, we got big trouble.

Your Aunt Larnice
is on her way over.

Uh-oh.

From the time that woman sets
foot on the door,

she does nothin' but complain.

"Your carpet is not
clean enough,"

or "Your silver
is not shiny enough."

Last time it was, "Your air
freshener is not fresh enough!"

Then why do you keep
letting her come over?

Because she's family, child.

- And I love her.
- Oh.

Plus, she's got a mattress
stuffed with $ bills.

- And I'm her only relative.
- Oh!

Well, I better finish sewing
the bedroom curtains

so that old battle-axe
won't complain

that my drapes
don't drape enough.

Oh, Grandma,
I'll make some cookies.

Aunt Larnice can't
complain if her mouth

is stuffed with chocolate chips.

Good thinking.

Well, you get the flour
and I'll pre-heat the oven.

Okay.

Sorry, Punky,
it's my favorite Aunt Larnice.

Yeah... right.

Well, Allen, let's go to work.

Allen?

Allen!

I just remembered,
my Aunt's coming over too.

- When?
- As soon as I call her!

Hello, honey.

Oh, Henry!

You are the bestest foster dad
in the entire world.

Why, thank you, dear.

You're the only one who'll
help me build my treehouse.

- Oh, you're doing that today?
- Yeah.

Isn't that why you're
in your work clothes?

Unfortunately, no.

You see, the painters cancelled
at the last moment

and I've got to get
the front apartment ready

for the new tenants.

You mean,
you're deserting me, too?

Punky,
I am the apartment manager.

- It's my job.
- Yeah. I understand, Henry.

[instrumental music]

Who needs a treehouse?

All it was...

a dumb dream.

A dream that's never
gonna come true.

[music continues]

Okay, class, let's take out
our grammar work books.

[all groans]

Would you rather see
a puppet show?

[clamoring]

Alright, well,
it just so happens

that a couple of friends
of mine decided to stopped by,

and I would like you
to meet them.

Here is Norman Noun.

[instrumental music]

Hi, there.

[laughter]

And this is his wife,
Vera Verb.

Say, baby, what's happenin'?

[instrumental music]

So, how's it going, Vera?

How can it go,
bein' married to him?

Oh, what's the matter,
sweet cheeks?

I'll tell you what's the matter.

You're a boring noun.

Vera: You're a person, a place,

or on real bad days,
just a thing.

You never do anything.

A typical verb,
full of action,

always on the go...

singing, dancing, shopping...

Uh-huh, and cookin',
cleanin', ironin'!

You never complain about that,
you little twerp!

[laughter]

Hey, hey.

Uh, you two, just calm down.

Don't you realized

that nouns and verbs
need each other?

Say what?

[laughter]

Vera Verb, even though
you do all the cookin',

without Norman Noun,

you wouldn't have
a stove to cook on.

Hear, hear.

And, Norman Noun...

without this busy little verb,

you'd be absolutely useless.

No, think about it,

without Vera here,

if you're a hammer,
you can't hit...

and if you're a tuba,
you can't play.

That's true.

It's no fun bein' somethin',
if you can't do anything.

And it's no fun
doin' somethin'

without somethin' to do it to!

Ohh...

[snivel]

I'm sorry, lambkins.

Lay one on me, baby.

[laughter]

[bell rings]

Class dismissed!

[cheering]

- Night, night.
- See you later, Margaux.

- Bye, Mike.
- Alright, bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Bye. Punky,
can I see you for a minute?

Sure, Mike.

You know,
during the puppet show,

I couldn't help but notice
that you weren't noticing.

Oh, you noticed?

Somethin' troubling you?

Yeah, well...

I used to believe
that people can make

their dreams come true,
but not anymore.

Really? Why not?

You see, I had this dream
about a terrific treehouse,

but in real life it was
impossible to get builded.

Built.

You know, Punky,
sometimes you have to work

real hard to make
your dreams come true.

Thomas Edison's dream
was the electric light bulb,

and do you know
how long he tried

before he could make it work?

Twenty hours a day
for a whole year.

Boy, he must have had
a heck of an electric bill.

Yeah, but Edison didn't give up

on his dream,
and you shouldn't either.

But I mean, nobody wants
to help me build the treehouse.

They love the idea
but they hate the work.

Hmm.

Maybe you should try
to make it fun for them.

How do you make work fun?

The same way I make grammar fun.

- Puppets?
- No.




[laughs] With psychology.

Hey, let's put
our heads together

and see what we
could come up with?

[instrumental music]

Punky, this will never work.

But it has to, Mike.

What is that thing?

Oh, it's the awning
for our treehouse.

See, we want to paint the tree
branches on it like camouflage.

That way, it won't scare
the birds away.

Well, what a cute idea.

Forget it, Punky.
It can't be done.

And why not?

This thing
has to be cut and sewn

and we don't know
anybody who can sew.

Well, I can sew.

Thanks, Betty,
but we need an expert.

Well, what do you think I am?

I have slipcovered my place
from one end to the other.

- Yeah, but...
- Yeah, but nothin'.

Give me that canvas.

[grunts]

I'll show you
who's an expert.

Well, if you insist.

The best sewer I know was me.

[instrumental music]

Hi, Punky. Whatcha doin'?

Oh, working on the color
scheme for our treehouse.

What do you think?

How do I put this tactfully?

It's atrocious.

Face it, Punky,
you are in over your head.

Leave the decorating to me.

Well... okay.

If you insist.

[instrumental music]

[whistling]

- Hi, Mike.
- Hey, Allen. How's it goin'?

How you doin', buddy?

I came over to show Punky
my new BMX tires.

I put 'em on myself.

You did that?

Boy, you must be
pretty mechanical.

I guess I'm gifted.

Boy, I wish I was like you.

You do?

Yeah.

Wow!

Nobody's ever wanted to
be like me, not even me!

Well, I do.

Boy, if I were good
at mechanical things

I could figure out a way to

make this elevator work
in this treehouse.

Look at this thing right here.

Let me see that.

Hmm, let me think.

I got it!

- You do?
- Yeah.

You rig a pulley up
over that limb...

Yeah.

You find something heavy

to lift the platform
which Brandon will sit on.

I'm lost.

Don't worry about it,
I'll figure it out.

Well, if you insist.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

Hi, Punky. Wanna go skating
at the park tomorrow?

I can't. Everyone's working
on the treehouse.

Oh, can I help?

No, I think we have
everyone we need.

Oh...
[sighing]

There must be something
I can do.

I don't think so,
I'm just finishing up

some snacks for tomorrow.

Try one, Cherie.

[grunting]

[thudding]

Punky, I think there is
something I can do.

Step aside and give
the chef some room.

- Well, if you insist.
- Yeah.

Here he comes!

Oh, Mike, I just wish we knew
more about painting treehouses.

Me, too.

I could paint it for you.

Well, if you insist.

On second thought,
if I do it for you,

you'll never learn.

Well, we'd probably
do a terrible job...

all runny and streaky.

That's alright, you'll learn
from your mistakes.

This isn't working.

You know what, Punky?

We should be ashamed
of ourselves.

- We should?
- Yeah.

We can't let Henry help us
paint that treehouse.

A man his age is much too old
to be climbing up trees.

Good point.

Listen, you two,
you may have conned

everybody else around here,
but you can't con me.

- We can't?
- Why not?

Because it isn't necessary.

I was planning to paint
the treehouse all along.

- You were?
- Of course, I was.

Let's stop all these
yammering and get to work.

- Alright.
- Yippee!

My man, Henry. Alright!

[instrumental music]

♪ We all just put
our hands together ♪

♪ It would it be
a thing we couldn't do ♪

♪ Hand in hand we could
build a perfect place ♪

♪ But you need me

♪ And I need you too

♪ Oh-oh-oh co-operation

♪ It goes a long long way

♪ Co-operation turns
the work time in to play ♪

♪ Co-operation soon enough
we'll all be done ♪

♪ Co-operation helps everyone

♪ Hand in hand we could
build a perfect place ♪

♪ But you need me

♪ And I need you too

♪ Oh-oh-oh co-operation

♪ Then it goes a long long way

♪ Co-operation turns
the worktime in to play ♪

♪ Co-operation soon enough
we'll all be done ♪

♪ Co-operation helps everyone

♪ Everybody la-la la-la la

♪ La-la la-la la-la-la

♪ Co-operation yeah-yeah-yeah

♪ La-la la-la la
la la-la la-la- la-la ♪

♪ Co-operation ♪

Looks like a regular
old tree, right?

Wrong!

Ta-daa!

[cheering]

I got to admit,

this treehouse is stupendous.

Yeah.

Hello, down there!

- Hello!
- Hello!

What a view!

Oops, Mrs. Wopperman
is hanging up her girdle.

We're so high,
everything looks tiny.

Not Mrs. Wopperman's girdle.
[giggles]

Boy, this treehouse
has everything.

[barks]

Except Brandon.

Coming right up.

Okay, Brandon. Hop in.

[instrumental music]

Hey, Allen! All clear!

Allen: Alright!

Hi, Brandon.
How was your flight?

[barks]

Come on, guys.

Hop in here.

Well, Punky, what does Brandon
think of the treehouse?

Same as me, Henry.

It's a dream come true.

[knocking]

Come in!

- Hey!
- Hi, Mike.

Thanks, Mike,
if it weren't for you

this treehouse would've
never have been builded.

Built.

And we all had fun
building it, didn't we?

- Yeah!
- Yippee!

- Mike, you're a genius.
- No, I'm not.

Yes, you are!

Well, if you insist.

[laughing]
Alright.

[instrumental music]

[theme music]
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