Framed Arthur

# Every day when you're walkin' down the street

# Everybody that you meet

# Has an original point of view

-# And I say, hey!

-Hey!

# What a wonderful kind of day If 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 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

# Oh, believe in yourself For that's the place to start

-# And I say, hey!

-Hey!

-What a wonderful kind of day

# If we can learn to work and play And get along with each other

# What a wonderful kind of day, hey! What a wonderful kind of day, HEY! #

Hey, DW!

-Hey!

-Whoa!

CRASH!

When you're a member of high society, like me,

you have certain responsibilities.

You must know the correct utensil to use at a formal dinner.

The primi amuse-bouche, Miss Muffy -

a garden pea stuffed with pheasant ragu.

MUFFY: You must have the right outfit for any occasion.

Muffin, you almost ready?

The ribbon cutting for the tyre store is in 20 minutes.

Ta-da!

And you must be immortalised on canvas

by a very important artist.

This is Daddy. Wow, right?

Mummy! Isn't she beautiful?

And Chip - ha ha! What a card!

I, however, opted for something a tiny bit different,

but I think it really captures me.

What do you think?

-It's a rerun!

-DW: So?

It's still my TV time!

Uh! But you've seen that episode a million times!

SHE STRAINS

Mary Moocow gets better with age!

THEY STRAIN

-TV:

-And now, let's meet the winner - Buster Baxter!

-What?

-Huh?

So, Buster, how does it feel to have won

the Best Young Artist Award for this year's Elwood City Arts Festival?

Good!

There you have it. He feels good! Back to you, Bob.

He's the best young artist? Please! I've seen Buster's drawings.

His cows are lumpy.

I didn't even know he'd entered that contest.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Thank you! Thanks, everyone!

HE BLOWS A KISS

This is amazing, Buster! I didn't know you could paint!

I didn't know either until last February 3rd.

What happened on February 3rd?

My horoscope - it said, "You will discover a hidden talent."

So I tried out this paint set my mom got me and the rest is history.

Uh, what's that thing sticking out of his elbow?

A brain!

See, that alien is from the planet Taboonie,

where they have their brains on their elbows, and it's a she.

Are they all aliens?

Uh-huh, I'm in my extraterrestrial period.

That's art talk for when you're obsessed with

painting in this one style.

Well done, son. You've really captured the essence of...something.

How would you like your first commission?

Sure!

What's a commission?

Daddy wants you to paint my portrait!

Personally, I prefer normal art,

but I've got a hunch

-that these just might be worth something some day.

-OK.

How much do you charge?

Uh...well, free snacks would be nice.

It's a deal! See you tomorrow!

Aww! I should have asked for juice too.

You have to stay absolutely still or I won't be able to do this.

OK.

FRENCH ACCORDION MUSIC PLAYS

Uh...can I see?

Nope. Hmm?

How about now?

Don't move.

CLOCK TICKS

What about now?

Uh-uh.

How long is this going to take?

About eight hours.

What?!

Waahh!

HE GASPS

You'll just have to work from a photo.

Bailey!

Done!

Oh! It's a masterpiece!

What?!

You've got to be kidding me?!

What? You don't like it?

Intriguing...

Is that her nose or her ear?

Both! See, I've painted her as a Norf Troll.

They're from the Centauranus system and their hearing

and sense of smell are combined.

I don't want to be a...whatever you said. I want you to paint me as me!

Well, it is you. It's just...

Ugly! I look like a tuna melt!

Daddy! Tell him he has to make me look pretty!

There'd be more snacks of course.

It's OK. I can paint another one.

I wasn't trying to make you ugly,

but it's important to me that you like the painting.

Thank you. I'm sorry I was mean.

I'm sure it's very pretty if you're a Dorf Toad or whatever.

HE SIGHS

I can't take it anymore!

She's never satisfied.

So, why don't you just quit?

I keep thinking that if I try a little harder,

I'll make something she likes,

but I can't draw people, only aliens.

You just need more practice.

Here, draw me.

What?! That's not me!

It's how I see you.

See, this is your head about to explode,

and you have you have 18 arms because you're good at sports.

You're an alien from planet Voton.

Oh, I get it. Not bad.

Hey, do me!

And you're from planet Transparex.

You're clear because you've got nothing to hide - big heart,

big glasses and two left feet.

Hmm. You know what?

You really ARE an artist!

No fooling.

You should paint Muffy as you really see her, then explain it.

Really? OK, then!

Well, it's completely ridiculous and I hate the green.

That is not my colour.

But green represents money.

Crosswire money.

And my eyebrows look so pointy,

and why did you make me so boxy?

Because you're a car!

Or rather, you're from the planet Carmania!

Don't you get it?

(Eyebrows...)

(Torso...)

So, all you have to do is repaint the head and the body,

make a new background, change all the colours, and you're done!

Could you finish these revisions by Monday?

That'd be so great! Bye!

Argh!

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Um, am I in the right place?

Oui. Come on in. Asseyez-vous.

That means sit down in French.

So, I showed her the portrait and she said,

-"Egad!"

-HE BLOWS RASPBERRIES

And a lot of other bad words that I don't care to repeat.

Huh! We don't paint their way, van Gogh.

We paint OUR way.

The great Arcimboldo...

HE CRUNCHES

I mean, does that portrait of a librarian LOOK like a librarian?

Huh! Not at all! It's preposterous!

And when I, Toulouse-Lautrec, paint a portrait, I am often told,

"But I don't look like that!"

And I say, "You will!"

So, where is your portrait, young artist?

Here.

HE GASPS

Sacre bleu!

Mon dieu!

Yeah, except she hates it!

She wants me to make a bunch of changes.

Bah! The notes of an imbecile!

Ignore them.

You are an artist!

This is a masterpiece!

Toulouse-Lautrec is right.

I am an artist!

Here me ROAR!

Ah! That felt good.

Here. This is you painted by me.

You can like it or not, but I will not paint the way you want me to. OK?

From now on, I paint like me.

You didn't make any of the revisions I asked for!

And what's that?!

Oh, something Toulouse-Lautrec suggested to me in my dream.

Nice, right?

Wrong!

You can tell this Toulouse, I wouldn't hire him

if he was the last painter on Earth!

I can't tell him, cos he's dead!

Well, then I definitely won't hire him...or you.

You can kiss all those free snacks goodbye

and the grand unveiling party I was going to arrange.

You were...going to arrange an unveiling party

for my painting?

A party!

You would trade your artistic soul for...

cake and ice cream?

Well, it depends on the cake.

No! You must be strong.

You're right. I'll be strong.

I'm not changing a thing.

-MR RATBURN:

-Did you paint that, Buster?

Most interesting.

Ah! I get it!

Muffy as an automobile - a driving force, tireless, determined,

and yet, this ribbon connotes a softer, more vulnerable side.

It captures her perfectly.

Wait a minute.

You see all that?

Absolutely.

OK, everyone, let's open our history books...

I changed my mind! I'll keep it!

APPLAUSE

Thank you! Thanks, everyone.

So, how does it feel to have Muffy finally like your painting?

You know, it feels really, really...

good!

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