DW's Furry Freak-Out Arthur

# Every day when you're walking down the street

# Everybody that you meet

# Has an original point of view

-# And I say, hey!

-Hey!

# What a wonderful kind of day

# We can learn to work and play

# And get along with each other

# You gotta listen to your heart

# Listen to the beat

# Listen to 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

# We can 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, DW!

-Hey!

-Woah! Oh.

Pets are a lot smarter than we think.

It didn't take long for Pal to learn how to fetch.

Thanks, but I don't need a stick.

Really, Pal, I've got all the sticks I need.

Hey, Dad! I just taught Pal to fetch.

And then I trained him how to speak.

Woof! Woof!

What is it, boy? What are you trying to say?

Woof! Woof!

Woof! Woof!

Hey, Mum! I just taught Pal to say "I'm hungry!"

But looking back on it, I wonder if I was teaching him those things.

Wag you tail. Wag your tail, Pal.

Good doggy.

Or if he was teaching me.

-Woof! Woof!

-Croak-croak.

-Croak-croak.

-Woof!

Ah!

You just have to relax, Buster.

It's easy to catch a football.

Cheep-cheep. Cheep-cheep.

MIAOW!

I'm just no good at this.

MIAOW!

Oh!

But you're pretty good at that.

-You've caught falling cats before.

-Purrrrr!

Now if we can just make it into a sport.

# Ohhh! The hip-bone's connected to the leg-bone

-# And the leg-bone's connected to the... #

-MIAOW!

-Kitty?

-Purrrr.

Kitty!

Oh, kitty, kitty, I've found a kitty!

Actually, Buster found her. Well, she found Buster.

She loves me and I love her! Can I keep her? Can she keep me?

I don't know, DW, her owner is probably looking for her.

But Daaaad!

If you lost a pet, you'd want someone to find it

and bring it back to you, right?

PAL SNIFFS

-Not if it smelt like Pal.

-Woof!

You're my kitty-witty huggy-wums.

Yes you are. Mm-hm. Yes you are!

PAL WHINES

Miaow!

Well, I think we've covered the whole neighbourhood.

For DW's sake I hope no-one calls.

Or I'll call you Catty-watty wiggy-wuggy pup.

Or Cutie-putie bitty-kitty yum-yum.

Or...

Hey! Where are you going?

I think she's headed for the litter box we put in the laundry room

that's where she goes to the bathroom.

Ah! She's so smart.

Nighty-night, Snookie-ookie, have sweet kitty dreams.

Hee-hee.

Kitty, those are toes, not chicken tenders!

OK, Lovey-wuvey purry fur-face,

you just sleep right up here next to me on the pillow.

Eurgh! You have tuna breath.

And your tongue is like sandpaper!

How about I make you your own nice, little bed?

Miaow.

Miaow.

Stay here.

Yar-aah!

What part of "stay here" don't you understand?

-Miaow! Miaow!

-Oh!

DW, kittens have lots of energy and they like to play at night.

I found that out, all night.

Maybe you can train her, like I trained Pal.

OK! Kitty - sit!

Roll over.

Pay no attention to me.

Well, that one worked.

Maybe it would be for the best if her owner calls.

No! She's mine!

All mine. YAWNS

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Where are you?

We've looked everywhere.

Are you sure you have a cat?

Look, Emily, a clue!

Kitty?

Are you down here?

Maybe we should go back up where it's lighter.

Aaaagh!

Aaaaaggh!

BOTH SHRIEK

Miaow.

OK, I believe you have a cat.

Can I go home now?

DW YAWNS

Ah. A good night's sleep. At last.

And pretty kitty-witty's still sleepy-weepy-deepy.

This might work out after all.

Aaaagh!

-Aaagh!

-Miaow.

Arthur, I'm telling you,

she's not a normal cat.

Well, I guess you could say she is a little frisky.

A little frisky?! Mom had to sew my whole room back together!

She's still a kitten. She'll calm down when she grows up.

What's that movie?

The Cat Strikes At Night.

The classic tale of fear of felines. Trust me,

you don't want to see it.

DW, there's nothing to be scared of.

The cat's staying in the laundry room.

Good. Does she have enough food?

Two big bowls.

And...it's not too chilly down there, is it?

-It's nice and warm.

-OK.

Not that I care.

DW, if no-one calls to claim the kitten,

maybe we should bring her to an animal shelter.

A shelter?!

Or find someone to adopt her - give her a home.

-Without curtains. Or fabric.

-But she's my kitty!

Sweetie, I know this has been hard, but let's get through tonight.

Are you sure the laundry room is locked up tight?

Wait! Maybe you should bring her something to sleep on.

Sweet dreams.

Goodnight, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

-DW MAKES KISSING NOISES Where'd she go?

-Miaow!

I could have sworn I heard her miaow around here. Poor little thing.

She must be afraid.

Here, little Dubya-Wubya. Come to kitty!

-Aaaaargh!

-Miaow!

Aaagh!

Oh, oh.

It was just a dream.

-Miaow.

-Ah!

Aaaagh!

Aaaagh!

DW CONTINUES TO SCREAM

PIANO NOTES SOUND

-DW?

-DW?

-Sweetheart?

-Are you OK?

-I'm in a movie!

A scary cat movie! Save me!

-PAL BARKS

-It's all right, DW.

-You must have had a bad dream.

-DOORBELL RINGS

No, don't answer it! It's probably more cats!

Good evening. Did you, by any chance, find a lost kitten?

I hope I'm not intruding at so late an hour.

No, we're running around listening to a kitten play the piano,

like most nights.

-Doctor Fugue?

-This is your cat?

Yes. Though she's not the finest piano student.

No, you're not, are you, you Fur Elise?

Furry Lise?

Fur...Elise. Named for Beethoven's lovely piece.

-HE PLAYS FUR ELISE

-I've been away...

at the Mozart Academy in Austria,

just got back, and found her missing.

Was Fur here long?

Just a couple of days.

Fur Elise is one scary, crazy kitty.

I find that music soothes the savage beast.

-Particularly this one.

-Wait a minute!

I was playing my xylophone when she showed up.

See? She even likes out-of-tune toy music.

-OK, Fur, time to go home.

-But...but...

DW, Fur already has a home.

But you can come visit her as often as you like...

if you agree to learn to play that instrument

a little more melodiously.

HE SIGHS

It's a start.

I suppose one must make one's peace with cacophony.

# Every day when you're walking down the street

# And everybody that you meet

# Has an original point of view... #

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