DW & Bud's Higher Purpose 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!

-Hockey stick?

-Behind the door.

DW has come up with some pretty loony schemes in her life.

Like when she tried to raise money for a new doll by selling tissues.

Tissues here! Do your nose a favour, only five cents. Atchoo!

This one is half price.

Or the time she tried to get Mum

and Dad to take her to France by pretending to be French.

FRENCH ACCENT: Mm, ze meatloaf!

It ees so tender. It reminds me of Paris and my brother.

Very jacquer!

-And then there was the time she...

-Excuse me!

-I have to borrow your bed sheet.

-What for?

Sorry, sir, I can't tell you.

It might compromise the mission.

But since she's met Bud, her schemes have gotten twice as loony.

OK, Captain Bud, the sailboat's all already. Now what?

Wait for rain, then sail to Jamaica.

I heard it's as high as a skyscraper and it goes

so fast your cheeks get floppy and you can't chew gum for a week!

The buzzard is not that high. It's just a new ride for kids.

-Yeah, kids. In astronaut school!

-Ladonna!

Well, I'm trained to go on the Hurl-a-Whirl, so I'm prepared.

I don't know what a Hurl-a-Whirl is,

but some silly ride isn't going to scare me.

Don't say you weren't warned!

Here's 12 tickets for each of you. What'll it be first?

-BOTH:

-The Buzzard!

-Now, Bud, no backing out.

-Me? Never!

My middle name is Tucker, but it should have been Danger.

Here, put out your hand.

Ew!

I hereby declare a most solemn pact that we shall

go on the buzzard, no matter what.

Witness, please!

Duly noted!

You're weird, Bud Compson.

SQUAWK

SCREAMING

Kids! The entrance is over here.

MOBILE RINGING

Hi, Ed. How's the party going?

The cocktail weenies don't taste right

because you have to heat them in the oven.

I'm guessing your oven is in the kitchen. Hold on.

I'm just going to sit on that bench and take this call.

I'll meet you as soon as ride is over. Where's Bailey?

A croquet injury?

-No backing out, right?

-Couldn't even if we wanted to.

A pact is a pact.

-The line hasn't moved in minutes. Maybe hours!

-What's going on?

-Are people coming in?

-No cutting!

-I'm calling the ride police.

I don't believe it! We're next!

I thought this moment would never come.

Not so fast. Step under Bongo.

STRAINING

-Sorry. Bongo says you're too short.

-No, I'm not!

My hair is just flat today.

-This monkey clown is a liar!

-Bongo doesn't lie, gumdrop.

Now grow an inch or scram. Next!

It's so unfair. Why couldn't I be born with a big head like Arthur's?

-I don't trust that Bongo. I bet he raised his hand.

-DW! Bud!

Want to go on bumpy boots with us?

Bumpy boots? Please!

I haven't liked that since I was three years

-and 11 months old.

-That ride looks like it's for babies.

Ha-ha-ha! Delightful!

We are going on The Buzzard.

-They said we couldn't. but that's not stopping us.

-It isn't?

SQUAWK

I wouldn't go on that thing if you paid me. Well, have fun, I guess.

-But you heard the ticket guy. We're too short.

-So?

We just have to make ourselves taller.

Now, you're going to want to turn the temperature up.

-That's the dial with all the...

-Daddy!

-My stomach is so empty.

-We need money for food. Lots of food.

-Hold on a second, Ed.

Here, go get yourself something. But stay where I can see you, OK?

Two more with nothing on them. please.

And how much for your scrunchies?

-Do you really think this will work?

-Are you kidding? It's foolproof!

-Hey, will you look at that? We grew!

-Must've been all that milk we drank.

Ah, yes. The old waffle shoes.

Listen, Hush Puppies, Bongo and I have seen every trick in the book.

So you and your breakfast can slippers can beat it, see?

Now, open the oven door and tell me how the weenies look.

I'm glad they look comfortable, but what colour are they?

Pull harder!

-I'm pulling as hard as I can.

-Well, am I taller yet?

How should I know? I don't know how to measure.

-We should just use these for the bumper cars.

-You can't give up now.

-We're so close.

-We're not close. We are a million light years away.

OK, so maybe my plans haven't worked out perfectly.

They haven't worked at all!

But we made a pact, and a pact is a solemn vow that must not be broken.

Isn't that right, Rapty?

Yep, it says right here in The Big Book of Kid's Laws that a pact

-sealed with a slimy hand must never be broken.

-Thank you!

-Fine!

If you're bringing your imaginary friend into this, I'm calling mine.

But it says in subsection 81b that

if the pact is impossible to fulfil then the parties are free.

True, but both parties must agree to end the pact.

Pinocchio has a fascinating commentary on this.

I've read Pinocchio's commentary. You should take a look at...

Hey! Watch where you're spinning.

Sorry, I was just on The Buzzard

-and there's this part at the end like a corkscrew and then...

-Wait!

-You got to go on The Buzzard?

-How did you get past that monkey?

-Um, I don't know. I guess I was just tall enough.

-James!

-Got to go.

But James is three weeks younger than me.

There is no justice in this world.

-Kind of makes you want to beat the system, doesn't it?

-OK.

But this time, we're using my plan.

We've been going about this all wrong.

Instead of trying to make ourselves taller, we should make Bongo shorter.

First, we distract the ticket guy.

I'll tell him jokes that are

so hilarious he'll be crying too hard to see what's going on.

Meanwhile, you knock down that wooden clown and break his feet off.

Then all we have to do is stand him back up, step under him

and voila!

-We'll be tall enough.

-It's showtime.

-You again? Where's Tweedledum?

-Never heard of him.

Hey, why do polar bears wear fur coats?

You try wearing a Hawaiian shirt at the North Pole. Yuck-yuck!

This is for giving me the stink eye.

Go down, monkey. Go down!

And then the seal says, "Thanks, but I already ate an iceburger!"

Oh, come on. That was funny.

-About as funny as a hat full of fire ants. Listen...

-Break time.

It's no use. Bongo won't budge. He's some kind of super clown monkey.

And we spent all our tickets except for these two.

Huh?!

You're mine now! Ha-ha-ha!

WOOZY: Where's the exit?

Someone take my barf bags.

DIZZY

A pact is a pact, right?

-Maybe just this once we could break the...

-Yes!

I hereby declare this pact broken.

CLANG

-We want to get off!

-Hey!

And you put a bowl of mustard on the side? Congratulations, Ed.

You've just made cocktail weenies. Bye.

-I'm so glad I'm not on that thing.

-Me too.

And it was nice of them to give us our tickets back.

What do you want to go on?

It may not be that exciting, but it sure is relaxing.

Hang on, we're heading for that clog!

It never gets dull!