Buster Isn't Buying It 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!

'An hour's drive from Elwood City,

'home to herons, beavers

'and the weekend fisherman.

'But is there something else lurking beneath the surface

'of these placid waters?

'Something ancient, cold-blooded

'and extremely dangerous?'

What do you think it is, Mr Morris?

Beats me, and I'm not sure I want to find out.

'Could this peaceful lake be the home of...

'The Mega Toad?'

Sweet Jehoshaphat!

Tonight, our team of scientifically-inclined specialists

investigate a giant carnivorous amphibian that may live among us.

'Mega Toad

'myth or the frightening, undeniable truth?'

I'm Martin Spivack

and this is The Factoid Front.

What is it, myth or truth?

Oh, truth, definitely truth. It's on TV.

It's as tall as a double-decker bus

and it can climb straight up

buildings with its sticky feet.

Buster, there's no such thing as a mega toad.

Yes, there is, I saw it last night on The Factoid Front.

Hah! That Martin Spivack isn't even a real doctor.

He is too!

He's a doctor of...

Forensic speculography.

What's that?

I'm not sure, but I wrote it down

because I want to study it when I grow up.

Buster, it's a terrible show.

It's filled with half-truths and bad science.

You take that back!

The Factoid Front is where I get all my best information.

Then I hate to say it, but you're even more gullible than I thought.

Oh, yeah?

We'll see who has the last laugh

when mega toads are hopping down Main Street.

The Factoid Front is cancelled? But why?

According to the article,

it was filled with half-truths and bad science.

But... I believed it.

Well, you weren't the only one, honey. A lot of people did.

I'm not hungry.

You were right, mega toads don't exist.

Oh, well, that's a good thing, right?

I guess.

Do you think I'm gullible, like Brain said,

that I'll believe anything?

No...

You just have a really big imagination.

-Like, if I saw some flashing lights in the sky right now...

-Where?

How fast is it going? Is it saucer-shaped?

I said "if"! I'm not even looking out the window.

Oh, I see your point.

I think you answered my question. Thanks, Arthur.

It's not a bad thing, it's just...

HE SIGHS

You're throwing all this away? Why?

Because it belonged to old Buster.

That laughing stock who would believe any old thing.

Well, new Buster isn't buying it, you hear?

Help yourself.

BUS HORN

Hey, Buster, did you hear? The Factoid Front was...

I know, cancelled.

New Buster says, good riddance.

New Buster?

Yep, it's the brand-new me.

From now on, I'm only believing

things that can be scientifically proven.

What about your horoscope?

You love hearing your horoscope.

Astrology? Hogwash, poppycock.

I don't know, let's see...

Aquarius...

No way, that can't be true!

What does it say?

Am I coming into money?

Read it for yourself, new Buster.

Must be strong.

See? I have changed.

Take advice from an old friend.

ARTHUR CLEARS THROAT

Wasn't quite finished with this.

Good luck.

Luck? New Buster doesn't believe in luck.

Strike one.

Is there any scientific proof that luck exists?

Strike two.

The only thing that matters in

baseball is skill, or the lack of it.

Strike three, you're out!

I rest my case.

No, wait, we should take umbrellas, the forecast said it might rain.

Might rain? Oh, please, and a piano might just fall out of the sky.

Buster, that's not the same.

Unless the forecast says it definitely will rain,

and there are facts to back it up, we shouldn't believe it.

RAINFALL

It's sheer coincidence.

I miss old Buster.

He had some pretty weird ideas but he was a lot better at baseball.

And a lot more fun. Maybe you could talk to him, Brain?

Yeah, tell him monsters exist and he can believe whatever he wants.

I'm not telling him that!

Well, isn't there something you could say?

Is that a photograph of the Mega Toad?

-No, it's a tree frog.

-Oh...

But the tiny tree frog is kind of special.

Every winter, it completely freezes.

Its heart stops for weeks, maybe even months.

Then, when spring arrives, it comes back to life.

Cool!

Wait, why are you showing me this?

Because...

I can't believe I'm going to say this.

If a frog can live after being frozen, then I suppose there's

a .0001% chance that a mega toad

could have survived from the Cretaceous Period.

There, I said it.

Could I have a glass of water, please?

I feel faint.

Do you have any proof?

What?

That a giant toad survived for 70 million years?

Of course not, I just...

I'm sorry, but if you don't have hard evidence,

then you're no better than Martin Spivack.

He called me a "forensic speculographist".

What's that?

I have no idea but it sounds offensive.

Maybe we should just hypnotise him, I bet Prunella could do it.

There might be a better way.

Do either of you have a big tarp?

ROAR

Hey, Buster, you want to go for a walk? It's a beautiful day.

Oh, really? Can you prove it?

Why don't just look out the window?

OK, seems to check out.

Meet you in five minutes.

ROAR

Wh, what was that?

I, I don't know, it sounded like a lion.

Aah!

What is that thing?

It looks like a...

Giant toad, maybe even a mega toad!

Martin Spivack was right.

BARKING

Pal, no, come back!

Cut it out, you crazy dog!

Wait a minute, that's no mega toad.

Um, good boy, you saved us.

Nice try but...

We know, we know.

New Buster isn't buying it.

We just wanted the old Buster back.

I hate to admit it, but even I miss him.

So do I.

But why should I believe in something if it can't be proven?

PHONE RINGING

Telephone for you, sweetie.

Hey, amigo, I'm on UFO patrol,

think I might have spotted one.

It was probably just an aeroplane.

Bright green and shaped like an eggplant?

Not like any plane I've ever seen.

Can I ask you something?

Why do you believe in stuff like aliens?

Do you know how many galaxies

scientists estimate are in the universe?

I don't know, a million?

100 billion!

And do you know how many we can see with our best telescopes?

Nuh-uh.

Five.

Think about that, there's a lot out there we don't know

-but there's another reason I believe in aliens.

-What's that?

I like to.

Life is more interesting when there's a little mystery in it.

Yeah, it is.

So then, the alien civilisation used

their advanced technology to freeze

the prehistoric creature in a block of ice, where one day,

he'll wake up and that's how a mega toad could still exist.

Will you admit it's possible?

If I do, will you go away and let me finish my homework?

Old Buster is back.