Francine's Cleats of Strength 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, D.W!

Hey!

Go, Francine!

Tie it up and send us into overtime!

Don't hold back, Francine!

Leave it all on the field!

BUZZER SOUNDS AND CHEERING

When I told you to leave it all on the field, Frankie,

I didn't mean your cleats!

Tarantulas.

The world's most advanced soccer cleats.

Awesome!

Hey there, superstar!

Sorry about how the game ended today.

Dad, could we please go to the store tomorrow

and buy me some new cleats?

Oh, I'm sorry, Francine. We can't,

because I already bought you a pair!

Oh, thanks.

They're...nice.

Nice, huh?

Not what you had in mind?

Well, I did kind of have

my heart set on Tarantulas.

Awesome!

Wow, 100?

Frankie, that's a little more than I can afford.

But, I'll tell you what,

if you make half of that hundred,

I'll return these and pay the other half.

-Deal, superstar?

-Deal!

How am I going to make 50?

And the toes have mega traction

and the laces are made out of

the same fabric they use for spacesuits.

Ooh, do they come in teal?

Black sneakers are so last month.

All I have to do is make 50,

but where am I going to find a job?

Francine, fate and falafel

have thrust us together.

I'm in the market for an employee.

You are? Doing what?

You name it.

Raking leaves, cleaning gutters,

fertilising shrubbery,

filling groundhog holes.

OK. I'm up for anything.

Oh, that's so nice of you, Mrs MacGrady,

but I think Francine may already have a job.

-I do?

-Well, OK.

but the offer still stands

if that one falls through.

Francine, you don't want to do that job.

Think of the blisters you'll get.

Ah! I know exactly who you should work for.

Who?

Me, of course!

You? You have leaves for me to rake?

Oh, no. Bailey does all that.

You can be my personal assistant.

It's the latest thing,

according to Economist Magazine.

But what does a personal assistant do?

Hmm... Well, I didn't get that far into the article,

but we'll figure something out.

Friends don't let friends do manual labour.

Now, we have to agree to a fair wage.

I should warn you, I'm a tough negotiator.

Eight dollars a day?

-How about nine?

-But that's more than I...

OK, ten!

But I'm not going a penny higher!

You drive a hard bargain.

What do you want me to do first?

Well, first I need you to help me

drink this pitcher of pumpkin smoothie

and eat these chips and guacamole.

I couldn't possibly finish them myself.

That's it?

I'm a pretty good boss, huh?

OK, personal assistant,

Daddy says I can add some things to my playhouse.

Should I get a treadmill or a hot tub?

Uh... You'll probably get more use

out of the treadmill.

Hmm... I think I'll go with the hot tub,

but good suggestion.

Oh, no!

You cornered the market on Pig Valleys.

You win another game of Megalopolis.

Muffy, shouldn't I clean or something?

Clean? You just wiped the floor with me.

Come on, let's play again.

Bailey, roll my dice.

Five, ten!

Job well done.

But I didn't do anything.

And I'm still paying you.

Aren't I the best boss ever?

Listen, if you're so dead set on doing something,

why don't you change the music on your way out?

OK. Um, Bailey?

I heard, Miss Francine.

FAST FIDDLE PLAYS

So, how goes the Francine Frensky Tarantula cleats fund?

I got a job today.

So fast? Amazing! Doing what?

Well, I'm.. it's kind of hard to describe.

It's at Muffy's.

Boy, with the size of that house?

I'm sure I'll keep you really busy, Francine.

Oh, yeah, super, super busy.

That's my girl.

She's not afraid of hard work.

What do you think will best

bring out my toenails, Francine?

Ruby Slipper or Scarlet Letter?

Muffy, I'm not so sure about

being your personal assistant any more.

Oh, no! Is it too hard?

No. It isn't hard at all.

I just follow you around, look at dresses

and get my nails done.

That isn't hard work?

Ah, I'm exhausted!

But, you're paying me to do a job.

I don't feel like I'm doing anything.

Hmm, sometimes I don't understand you at all, Francine Frensky.

OK, I'm having an epiphamaphy.

Why don't you be my life coach instead?

What's the difference?

A signing bonus of an extra five bucks.

-Bailey, give her the...

-Stop!

You don't need an assistant or a life coach.

You have Bailey.

With him here, there's nothing for me to do at all.

Thank you, Miss Francine.

OK, then I'll ask Bailey to leave.

-What?

-What?

Bailey, you haven't had a vacation in...

743 days, Miss Muffy.

Exactly. You deserve a break.

And, meanwhile, Francine can do everything you do.

But...but tomorrow's the day I dust, Miss Muffy.

Relax.

The dust will be here when you get back.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Don't worry, Bailey. I can handle this.

Now, this will be a challenge.

-POSH ACCENT:

-May I get you some more lemonade, Miss Muffy?

By all means, Frensky.

Uh...

Let me show you where we keep the lemonade.

For my after-school snack, Frensky, nothing fancy.

Just some brioche, Gruyere and an endive salad.

Right away, Miss Muffy.

Um, does that come in a can?

I'll fetch the snack, Miss Francine.

Thank you for taking the order.

I thought you were off.

Oh, I am and having a very

relaxing time of it, too.

Now, make sure you vacuum everything.

Even my stuffed animals.

No problem, Miss Muffy.

Whoa, this sure is more complicated

than the one we have.

Down, boy! Down!

Oh, no!

My fault, Miss Francine.

I should have warned you,

you had it on the black hole setting.

Why don't I just finish up in here?

You've already done most of it.

Frensky! I'm thirsty!

Well, OK,

but I'll handle everything else.

Frensky, you brought me the wrong clutch purse.

Please run upstairs and get me the one with the gold clasps.

Oh, and while you're there, could you find my other earring?

Should I do that before or after I serve you your smoothie?

What? Forget about that!

Get a needle and thread.

-My opera gown needs hemming!

-Um...

Oh, no! You've ruined it!

No, no, it's not ruined.

I'll just get some water and...

Oops, now it's ruined.

What was that ripping sound?

Have you printed out my homework yet on the laser printer?

I'm on it, Muffy!

I just happened to pass by the printer.

Here's your homework, Miss Muffy.

I don't want to interfere, Miss Francine,

but if I quickly stitch up that gown,

whip up a new batch of smoothies

and locate the earring,

that might free you up to do...erm...

..something else.

SHE SIGHS

And Frensky, before you go,

please polish my snow globe collection.

Now, hurry, Daddy.

We'll be late for the opera.

Are you sure you're OK to drive, sir?

Ah, relax, Bailey.

It's your vacation.

Bailey, I don't know how you do it.

It is a gift.

I'm exhausted.

Maybe I should just give up.

Those cheaper cleats aren't so bad.

Miss Francine, I have many talents,

but for fatherly advice,

I suggest looking over there.

Dad! But what are you doing here?

Hey, kiddo.

I took an extra shift to earn my share of your cleats.

I bet those Tarantulas are going

to feel good when you put them on, huh?

We sure earned them.

Door-to-door service, Miss Muffy.

Francine, I'm going to have to let you go.

Let me go?

Why didn't you tell me before

I pedalled you all the way to school?

Bailey needed to sleep in.

The poor man has never worked so hard.

And it's his vacation.

So, here.

-SHE GASPS

-You bought the Tarantulas?

Think of it as an early retirement gift.

I can't take them.

Thanks, Muffy, but I can't.

Who turns down free shoes?

Does this mean you won't stop working for me?

I've got a better idea.

There you go!

My azalea bushes are sure going to miss you.

Enjoy your cleats, dear.

Thanks, Mrs MacGrady,

but could I work one more day or two?

There's something else I want to pay for.

You played like your feet had wings on them!

They did.

Now, who's up for ice cream?

Uh, uh, Dad.

This time, it's on me.