02x18 - Changes: Part 2

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♪ Maybe the world is blind

♪ Or just a little unkind

♪ Don't know

♪ Seems you can't be sure

♪ Of anything anymore

♪ Although

♪ You may be lonely and then

♪ One day you're smiling again

♪ Every time

♪ I turn around

♪ I see the girl
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♪ Standing there

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Punky: Last week
on "Punky Brewster..."

Can I help you?

Is this the Warnimont residence?

Well, who wants to know?

Is Mr. Henry Warnimont here?

That depends.

On what?

On who wants to know.

Madam, I am Simon Chillings

from the Department of Children
and Family Services.

"P-- petition...

to adopt."

That's very good.

Do you know what it means?

Uh, does it mean...

that Henry wants to...

officially adopt me?

He sure does.

[screeches]
Yee!

I'm real happy for you, honey.

Uh, would you get him here,
so I could have the signature?

I can't. He's in the hospital.

Oh, the hospital?

Yeah, see, he's got
this bleeding perforation.

He was worrying
'cause his business b*rned down

and we've kinda
run out of money.

Sir, I'm deeply sorry
about your misfortune,

but in cases like this,

the guidelines are quite clear.

You cannot demonstrate
that the child

will receive adequate support.

Not only that, but your
own health is in question.

I'm afraid I have no choice
in the matter.

I am herewith removing Punky
Brewster from your custody.

I'll get her back.

I'll start my business again

and I will get her back.

Well, perhaps, you will,

but in the meantime,
she's going to Fenster Hall.

Henry...

Mr. Chillings!

Henry, you signed the papers!

I'm officially adopted!

[dramatic music]

Punky: And now,
Part Two of "Changes."

Here, Henry,

I got you these
instead of flowers,

'cause you're not allergic
to balloons.

Thank you, honey.

They're beautiful. [chuckles]

[chuckles] And you don't
have to put balloons in water.

Why don't you girls
wait outside?

We haven't finished talking
with Mr. Chillings yet.

They haven't finished signing
the adoption papers.

How am I gonna tell Punky
she has to go to Fenster Hall?

You're not!

Now, Punky can stay with me

until you're up
and around again.

Good idea.

Well, we do have
an emergency custody role

for situations like this.

Good. No Fenster. Case closed.

Not quite.

Punky will have to stay
at Fenster

for at least three days

while I investigate you

to make sure you qualify
as a temporary custodian.

Oops, too tight.

But we're trying to keep her
out of Fenster.

I'm sorry, but it's procedure.

Oh, fudge, too loose.

Forget the procedure.

We're talking
about a little girl!

Can't you bend the rules
for once?

Bend the rules?

My good man,
rules are the only thing

that separate us
from the lower animals.

Ah! Just right.

Now, would you like
to say goodbye to Punky

before I take her?

How kind of you.

Well, I...

I try to be sensitive.

Why don't I wait outside?

Yes. Why don't you?

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

Okay.

Here I am... dad!

Sit down, Punky. There's
something I have to tell you.

Ooh, I already know.
But go ahead.

I wanna hear you say it.

- Well--
- I'm adopted!

[squeaks]
Yee!

Punky... Punky.

I can't adopt you.

I don't understand.

Don't you want me?

Oh... oh, honey...

I want to adopt you
more than anything in the world.

The thing is, I can't right now.

Why not?

Mr. Chillings thinks
I can't support you

until I get
my business together.

And I can't do that
until I leave the hospital.

Oh...

Hey, I know.

I'll stay here and nurse you
back to health.

Kleenex, uh, aspirin, bedpan...

[chuckles] Punky,
you can't stay here.

Where will I live?

Fenster Hall.

No!

Please! Let me stay with you!

Punky, it...

It'll only be
for a little while,

three short days,

and then, with any luck,

you can stay
with Mrs. Johnson and Cherie

until I come back home again.

Oh, come on, Punky.

Chin up.

Just remember...

even though we...

may be separated
for a little while...

in our hearts,
we'll always be together.

Mr. Chillings is...

waiting to take you
to Fenster Hall.

Okay.

Goodbye.

Oh, no.

It's not goodbye.

It's "See you later."

Then why does it
seem like goodbye?

See you later.

See you later.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

Girls, I'd like you to meet your
new roommate, Punky Brewster.

All: Oh.

It's too crowded
in here already.

[chuckles] Now, I want you
to make Punky feel at home.

The only place
I'll feel at home is at home.

[laughs] Nonsense.

We're all one big
happy family here.

- Right, Millie?
- I'm Liz.

She's Millie.

[chuckles] Of course, Weasel.

- That's Weezie.
- Oh, alright.

You girls should start wearing
some name tags or something.

Good idea.

Everyone should wear
some kind of name tag.

Now, Punky, I'm gonna
go see Mrs. Johnson

and get your things.

In the meantime,
I want you girls to...

get acquainted.

Remember...

a Fenster girl...

is a happy girl.

[all laughing]

That's the spirit.

[all laughing]

Boy, that was really funny.

[dramatic music]

- Hi, there. What's your name?
- Anna.

Hi, Anna.

Hey, you, stay away
from my sister.

You got something to say,
you say it to me.

- Okay, I just wanna know--
I ain't interested.

Say, kid, you've been
on the outside.

Did Blake find out
that Krystle is really Rita?

- What?
- "Dynasty!"

What's happening on "Dynasty?"

Our TV's broken,
and Weezie's a TV addict.

I am not!

I just can't live without it.

Her mother was the same way.

She named Weezie after George's
wife on "The Jeffersons."

I even have
a brother named Magnum.

Sorry, Weezie,
but my foster father, Henry

doesn't like me
to watch "Dynasty."

Is that why you left?

No.

He got sick,
so I have to stay here

for a few days.

Wait a minute,
are you the same Punky

that wrote the message
in the hall?

The one that said
you're never coming back?

Yeah.

I knew it.

I can spot a lifer
from a mile away.

Hey, I'm no lifer.

What's a lifer?

Kids like us who go
from foster homes,

to group homes...

to joints like this.

That's not me.

Look, there's only two types
of kids in this world,

Lifers and Bradys.

- Bradys?
- Yeah.

Like the old TV show,
"The Brady Bunch."

Yeah, you know...

Greg, Bobby, Marcia,
Jan, Cindy--

She gets the idea.

Perfect kids
with perfect parents.

Their biggest problem
was how to fit

all their new clothes
into their closet.

That was one
of my favorite episodes.

Boy, those Bradys were lucky.

They had such a nice
mom and dad.

But that Florence Henderson,

what an actress!

Florence always bought them
nice things

and tucked them in at night,

and hugged them all the time.

Kids like us can never have
parents like that.

My foster dad, Henry,
does all those things.

I can't wait to get back to him.

Back?
Fosters never take you back.

Henry will.

Forget it, kid, you're dreaming.

Well, dreams can come true.

Oh, yeah? You wanna see
what happens to dreams?

Once a lifer, always a lifer.

Not fit enough
to take care of a child, huh?

I'm surprised you think I'm fit
enough to pack her suitcase.

[sighs] I didn't say
you weren't fit,

I said you weren't qualified.

Oh, bullpeppers!

I've taken care of more kids

than the old lady
who lived in the shoe.

Yes, well, unfortunately,
your apartment

isn't much larger than a shoe.

[laughs]

The rules state clearly
that the foster child

must be provided
with his or her own bedroom.

Let me get this straight.

Now, Punky's not allowed
to share a room

with her best friend.

She has to go to Fenster Hall

and share a room
with four strangers?

Well, uh...

- Yes.
- Well.

The bozo who came up
with that rule

ought to have
his qualifications checked.

Now, calm down...

Touch me and you die.

Why can't you be reasonable?

Rules are the only thing

that separate us
from the lower animals.

Am I right?

[growls]

Why doesn't anyone give me
the respect I deserve?

[instrumental music]

There...

dreams can come true.

Brandon!

Aw...

Am I glad to see you.

You brought our picture.

Thanks, boy.

Do you miss me
as much as I miss you?

[barks]

Well, don't worry.

I'll be back with you,
Cherie and Mrs. Johnson

in a day or so.

[barks]

Brandon, quick, go on.

[grunts]

I've brought your things.

It looks to me
like you brought everything.

I'm not gonna be here that long.

Uh, Punky... sit down.

I'm afraid
you're going to be here

longer than we had planned.

But you said Mrs. Johnson
could take me.

I said she could
if she qualified.

Unfortunately, she does not.

Just exactly how long will
I have to stay here exactly?

Well, I don't know, exactly.

But it could be quite a while.

[instrumental music]

Chillings: Punky!

Open up these doors.

I'm sorry, Mr. Chillings,

but I've gotta get out of here.

Chillings: Be reasonable,
there's no other place

for you to go.

Oh, yes, there is.

There's one place
I can always go.

Chillings: Weezer, Weasel,
Weezie...

Someone.

It's dark in here.

Mike: Punky,
Mrs. Johnson tells me

that you're gonna be moving in
with her in a couple of days.

Punky: No, they won't let me.

They've taken me away
from Henry

and everybody I love.

I don't know what to do.

You're my last hope.

What do you want me to do?

Just... fix it.

How?

I don't know.

Just fix it, please.

[sighs]

Punky... sit down.

Oh, no.

I'm not gonna
fall for that again.

Every time I sit down,

somebody gives me bad news,

Okay. Then stand.

But I'm gonna have to take you
back to Fenster.

Oh, boy, sitting, standing...

Now, I get bad news
in any position.

Tell you what.

I still know a lot of people
that work at Fenster Hall.

Now...

maybe I can talk to the person

who's in charge
of your case, and...

I might be able to straighten
this whole thing out for you.

Thanks, Mike.

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

[chuckles] By the way,
who is in charge of your case?

Mr. Chillings.

Simon Chillings?

Punky: Uh-huh. Come on, Mike.

I'm right behind you.

But, Simon, you can't--

Look, Fulton,
don't defend that child to me.

She is incorrigible.

She really didn't do any harm.

She incarcerated me in a closet!

She-- she made a laughing stock
out of me.

Simon, you already had
a head start on that.

You know, it's no wonder
Mr. Warnimont has an ulcer

trying to raise
that little wildcat.

He loves her.

And we all do.
She's a terrific little girl.

Excuse me.

There's something
in your sleeve.

- What?
- Your heart!

[laughs]

You have always been
too emotional.

Too emotional?

When I took over here,

all I'd hear
from the children is...

"Mr. Fulton let us
stay up late."

"Mr. Fulton let us
have an extra dessert."

"Mr. Fulton let us
raise a pig on the roof."

Alright. How is Petunia?

She was delicious.

Simon, that's cold.
That's cold, man.

The point is, I now have Fenster

running like
a well-oiled machine,

and I don't want you
coming along here

and gumming up the works.

Look, Simon,
I'm not trying to interfere.

I only want
what's best for Punky.

- So do I.
- Good!

Then I'd like you
to reconsider your decision

about lettin' Punky
stay with Mrs. Johnson.

Alright.

No.

Why not? I mean...

What's more important,

whether she's in a wholesome,
caring environment,

or whether she has
her own bedroom?

- Calm down.
- I'm sorry.

I-- I can't help it, man,
you ate my pig.

Look, in my judgment,
Punky is better off here.

Hey, look, she'd only be staying
with Mrs. Johnson

for a short time until Henry
can get back on his feet again.

You know, I'm glad
you brought that up,

because now, I'm questioning

whether she should be
with Mr. Warnimont at all.

What are you talkin' about?

I'm considering placing Punky
with other foster parents.

Well, unconsider it.

That little girl and that
old man love each other.

The key word is "Old."

No, the keyword is "Love."

Simon...

have a heart.

Those two belong together.

Can't you g-- give Henry
just a little more time?

- Well, on one condition.
- What?

That you get out of my office.

Hey, it's a deal.

But I warn you,
if for any reason,

Mr. Warnimont is unable
to recover financially

or physically,
I will not hesitate

to place Punky
in a new foster home.

Unlike you,
I am not blinded by emotion.

I see the whole picture.

These eyes...

miss nothing.

Uh...

[chuckles] Never mind.

Ciao.[laughs]

Ciao.

Probably spells it "C-H-O-W."

[instrumental music]

I can't believe

Chillings wouldn't let Punky
stay with you.

That chowderhead was born
with a rule book

instead of a heart.

- Ugh.
- Henry, what are you doing?

All this lying around
and resting

is making me a nervous wreck.

- I'm getting out of here.
- You can't do that.

[sighs]
Watch me.

The sooner I get
my life together,

the sooner I get Punky back.

Henry... you've got an ulcer.

The doctor said
one more flare up,

and you'll have to go
under the Kn*fe.

Argh. Stuff of nonsense.

The only slice that quack
is gonna make

is with his free wood. [laughs]

[telephone rings]

What do you want?

Henry?

Oh, Punky.

Hello, sweetheart.

How are you doin'?

Oh, much better,
now that I'm talking to you.

I miss you.

Oh, honey, I miss you too.

You know, Mike's here with me.

He just talked to Mr. Chillings,

and he said, as soon as you
get out of the hospital

and re-open your studio,

I get to come home with you.

Yo, Henry, get well! [chuckles]

Well, I'm getting better
every minute,

should be any day now.

Well, I hate
to rush you or anything,

but can you pull it off
by Friday?

Friday sounds fine.

In fact, I'm leaving
the hospital right now.

- Henry--
- Get my suitcase.

I oughta get you
a straitjacket.

[grunts]

Punky...

first thing tomorrow,
I'm going to the bank,

I'm taking out a loan and...

- Urgh... ahem.
- Henry!

I'm taking out a loan

and opening a new studio.

So don't worry.
You and I will be...

[coughing]

Henry, what's the matter?

Get the doctor, fast!

Henry!

Henry!

Punky: Next week
on "Punky Brewster..."

And Henry
had a operation last night,

and... now he's
in the intensive restroom.

Mike: Punky may not
be coming back home.

Chillings is placing her
with new foster parents.

I'm sorry, Henry.

I'm so, so sorry.

[theme music]