The Last Day Pt 2 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,

-hey!

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

(Hey, DW.)

-Hey!

-Whoa...

GLASS SMASHES

Francine, you're using the wrong fork.

Huh?

You better get that.

Lobsters aren't allowed outside of the dining room.

Come back! I don't even WANT to eat you.

Where did it go?

Here, lobster, lobster, lobster!

Ahhh!

A tree. Maybe lobsters can't climb.

No... No, no!

No!

You couldn't DRAG me to that place.

How is the good student like these mashed potatoes?

I know!

He sticks to his studies like mashed potatoes to this fork.

Little-big-man, you're smarter than you know.

But that's not the answer I was looking for.

Like these potatoes, the good student soaks up

the gravy of learning until it is part of him.

Huh!

Em, MC, we were just wondering,

does Principal Haney assign you students?

Do you get to pick?

All I know is that I want students like these potatoes -

firm but pliable, and eager to absorb

the sauce of knowledge.

He's so cool!

I can't believe he ate with us.

I think I know how we can impress him.

Meet me at my house after school.

MC wants students who are really excited about learning.

So here's what we'll do.

We'll make a poster showing everything

we learned this past year.

But I don't think I know that much.

Buster, you've learnt tonnes of stuff in third grade.

Just check out our workbooks.

This is from October. Remember we learned all about

the Maya in Mexico?

Oh, yeah. They built that pyramid, Chichen Itza.

Then in February we learnt that plants convert sunlight into energy.

That's called photosynthesis.

Wow, I can't believe you remembered that.

Me neither.

And here, we'll put the formula for finding

-the area of a circle, which is pi...

-r squared.

Right.

We're running out of paper. Shall we get another sheet?

What are they doing?

It must be homework. Come on, that gives me an idea.

I had no idea I knew so much.

How can this head hold all that information?

Well, Mr Ratburn did work us pretty hard.

-DW:

-Excellent work, Bud.

One plus one DOES equal 11.

You get an A+++.

Thanks. You can have A+++ too.

That's a very good map of the world.

What are you two doing?

What does it look like? Homework.

THEY LAUGH

What are you laughing at?

You two don't have to do homework. That's for big kids.

We ARE big kids.

We're going to kindergarten next year.

And I know my ABCs - even the N, L, M, N, P part.

It's L, M, N, O, P.

Oh... Every time!

I'm never going to get it.

(Bud, remember - act cool.)

Come on, Bud. Let's go study.

I can't believe that kindergarten teacher

is going to give us a test on our first day.

And we haven't even met her yet.

She's so mean!

And remember this? This is when we beat that other camp at tug-of-war.

Ah... How could I forget?!

I had dirt under my nails for a week.

OK. But you have to admit it was pretty fun.

Oh, look. Here's that camp counsellor we had, Becky.

Wasn't she the best?

She had that look down pat!

But, why are you showing me all these photos of Camp Meadowcroak?

I want you to remember what a good time we had there.

I know. But we're going to have a great time at Camp Elysium.

Look - I already ordered these matching sun visors

with the camp crest on them.

They'll be perfect for when we go. Or playing...

No, thank you.

Is it not your colour?

But...you don't really have a colour.

I don't want it because I'm not going.

-Why not?

-I don't want to.

I don't care how fancy it is. That camp just isn't for me.

But...we made a pact.

We said we were going to spend the summer together, no matter what.

Well, maybe we have to... break the pact.

We don't have to do EVERYTHING together. Right?

You're just being stubborn. You could at least try it.

It's for a whole month.

If I don't like it I'll be stuck there for...

I'd like you to leave now.

Don't be mad at me. We just like different things.

OK. I get it.

We have nothing in common.

Stop rubbing it in.

SHE SIGHS

Settle down, everyone. I have an announcement to make.

He's going to tell us what teacher we're going to get. I know it.

Please, please let it be MC.

Tomorrow is the last day of school, and it can be quite distracting.

So I'd like to take the opportunity to tell you this now.

You've been one of the finest third grade classes I have ever had.

It has been a pleasure teaching every one of you.

If I have been, at times, strict and demanding,

it is because extraordinary minds deserve to be challenged.

You have met those challenges with great enthusiasm and perseverance,

and in doing so, have helped me become a better teacher.

Thank you.

Now - please open your history books to page 127.

And just like these potatoes,

you too will absorb the gravy of learning.

He's using the exact same potato speech on Sue-Ellen and Fern.

Doesn't he have any new material?

You know what? I think I'm going to miss Mr Ratburn.

Me too.

He gave such hard extra-credit assignments.

I'm going to miss him even more than you guys.

I've had him two years in a row.

I never realised how much I learned until we started making that poster.

What poster?

It was something Buster and I were doing to try and impress MC.

But...I don't really feel like impressing him any more.

Instead of wasting all that time making the poster,

we could have been doing something for Mr Ratburn.

Wait a minute. Maybe it wasn't such a waste after all.

Meet me after school at the treehouse.

I have to spread the word.

Arthur, did you take out the trash?

I just have to finish something for school.

Can I do it in a minute?

Don't worry, Mum. I can take care of it.

HE PLAYS THE PIANO

Peeu!

Growing older stinks!

Aah!

SHE SOBS

DW!

I don't think I'm ready for kindergarten.

So I don't have to do anything special for kindergarten?

Nope, not a thing. Just be yourself.

Well, that's a relief.

Being older doesn't seem like that much fun anyway.

Well - it has its perks.

Thanks, Mom. I think I need to make a call.

-And I don't have to act cool or practise my alphabet?

-Nope.

Phew! If I had to try to do that L, M, N, O, P part one more time...

Bud! You did it. You just got it right.

Woo-hoo!, I'm a genius!

Before you say anything,

I just want you to know that I'm not doing this for you.

I'm doing this for us.

-Doing what?

-Going to Camp Meadowcroak.

I'll just buy a whole crate of bug repellent, and granola bars,

because the food is completely inedible. And I'll...

Muffy, I don't want you to go.

What? Then, why did you show me all of those photos of last...

What I mean is - I know how much you want to go to this Camp Asylum.

It's pronounced Elysium. And it means "paradise".

Whatever. I want you to go and have a great time.

Just because we're going to different camps,

doesn't mean we aren't still best friends.

But...we're going to have all these separate adventures.

Aha! I thought of that. Come with me.

MIAOW!

It's a blog I made,

called The Separate Adventures of Inseparable Friends.

We can write about what happens to us, post photos.

And here's the best part - only you and I have the password.

What's the password?

Alice, of course. Our middle name.

You better write every day - and bad internet service is no excuse.

I'll bring it by hand if I have to.

It's wonderful. You made this for me?

Well...yes.

And that's not all. We made you something else too.

Binky...

ALL: # Dear Mr Ratburn We made this song for you

# You showed us that with hard work there's nothing we can't do

# From knowing long division to who won Waterloo

# Dear Mr Ratburn We owe it all to you

# Dear Mr Ratburn My story's plain to see

# My mind was filled with junk Half-truths and fallacies

# But after your instruction I think more critically

# Now when I meet an alien I'll speak intelligently

# Dear Mr Ratburn We made this song for you

# Everything you've taught us will stick to us like glue

# And from your fine example we'll know just what to do

# Dear Mr Ratburn We owe it all to you. #

Oh, dear. I... I seem to have something in my eye.

That was...most impressive.

-A bit pitchy in spots but overall...

-DOOR OPENS

Oh - am I interrupting? 1,000 pardons, Nigel.

Just wanted to check out my future dojo.

Is fourth grade going to be in THIS room?

No. Mr Cramp has actually decided he'd prefer to teach THIRD grade.

Their minds are so much more...potato-like.

Like the rest of you, I'll be moving on to fourth grade.

THEY CHEER

That means I've passed!

I never thought I'd say this but...

I really hope I get Mr Ratburn.