Arthur's Chicken Pox/Sick as a Dog Arthur

# As you're walking 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

# Listen to your heart, to the beat To the rhythm of the street

# Open up your eyes and your ears Make it better by working together

# A simple message It comes from the heart

# Believe in yourself For that's the place to start

-# And I say hey!

-Hey!

-What a wonderful kind of day

# To 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!

-Whoops!

-15 kg of... >

-A typical Monday in the Reid house.

-WOOF!

Waaaah! ..Like, my birthday was months ago.

-So I have no idea why...! >

-I wish I lived somewhere quiet.

The circus is coming!

Like in the desert, or on Mars!

Didn't you hear me? The circus is coming in only six more days!

OK, that's enough.

But, Dad, the circus is coming!

Hold on, Carol. ..We heard. Several times(!)

It's not that I'm not excited about the circus. It's fun when we go.

It's just that the circus isn't till Saturday. Besides, I feel funny.

DOG BARKS FROG CROAKS

Wait! Come back!

Thanks!

Miss Bryan, Sue Ellen is making her trees the wrong colour.

Oh, but these are lovely. It doesn't matter what colours you use.

-See - Arthur's elephants are blue.

-Huh!

IT TRUMPETS

Oh, no!

-Watch it!

-B-B-Blue elephant!

Huh?

-Now, what's all this about blue elephants?

-Um...OOF!

Are you sick? Is it contagious?

-Did you throw up yet?

-SH! ..Don't you worry.

With rest, you'll be good as new.

The Bionic Bunny Show!

I'm home!

What's wrong with YOU?

-I'm sick.

-You don't look sick to me.

I FEEL sick. Move.

Oh, I see. Big test tomorrow(?) Or did Binky threaten to crush you?

-For your information, I had to go to the nurse.

-Uh-huh, sure(!)

-TV:

-Call now and you can own this imitation leather cow-bell.

-Huh?

-Right, pick up the phone.

It's not available in stores, so call NOW...

TV OFF Oh, Mum!

-We were right in the middle!

-Five more minutes!

-Near the good part!

-Why do

-I

-have to eat at the table? YOU'RE not sick.

Ugh, spinach?!

How come Arthur doesn't have to eat spinach?

Because he's sick. He's not! He's faking!

Yah!

Hey!

-What's THIS for?

-You ride it from here to there.

Hurry up!

-I don't feel so well.

-Go on, faker!

WAAAAAAAARGH!

What's wrong? Arthur has polka-dots!

-What's wrong with me?!

-Chickenpox.

From chickens?

No, it's a normal childhood illness. I had it. Your mum had it.

I'll see if Grandma Thora can come over for the day.

- So he can't go to the circus? - We'll see.

-WHAT?!

-Sorry, honey, but it's contagious.

You're not going any place for a while.

But I'll take GOOD care of you(!)

Pick up the can!

-Buster! It's terrible. Save me!

-Save you from the chickenpox?

-No, from...

-THUD!

No talking - you're SICK.

-Sit back, young man. Time to take your temperature.

-MU-UM!

-DW's trying to take care...oof!

-Lie still. I'll put on calamine lotion.

-Don't, DW!

-Having fun?

-Grandma! Arthur won't take his medicine.

Doctor, this is a difficult case.

How about if I take over for a while? Ready for something special?

Oatmeal in the bathtub?

This feels great!

-Cut it out!

-Hey! ..Grandma, Arthur's splashing me.

-And he's scratching, too.

-I know it's hard, sweetie, but no scratching.

You'll get an infection.

If you're good and don't scratch, I'll bring you a CIRCUS balloon(!)

I have an idea, DW. Why not go to your room and draw a picture?

-I need to guard Arthur so he doesn't scratch.

-I trust him.

-Whew!

-I don't!

Hmm!

PHWEEEEEEP! I saw! You scratched!

-Grandma, Arthur scratched! I saw him!

-That's nice.

-Won't you punish him?

I think this'll make him feel better.

-Grandma, when do

-I

-get to drink with the crazy-straw?

-You don't.

It's all germs! Your lunch is by the sink, DW.

Huh!

So I warned your father. I said, "Start the car. This baby's coming!"

What baby?

Arthur. This is about the night he was born.

He never got the car started, with that busted carburettor.

-I called a taxi. I worried you'd be born in the kitchen!

-Where was I?

-You weren't born yet, hon.

-Ah-h!

Huh!

-What about when I was born?

-I think I was in Florida then.

-Can I have a back-rub, too?

-Maybe later. I'm making Arthur some tea.

# Hmm, hmmm, hmmmm... #

Ooooh! >

Oh, I don't feel well!

Good heavens, you have them, too!

-I need a oatmeal bath.

-Of course, dear.

And some juice...

with a...a crazy straw.

COUGHS

Absolutely!

# Hmm, hmmm, hmmmm... #

Are you all right in there?

I...guess...so...

I brought you some nice...

DW! What happened to all your spots?

-..I got better...?

-Dora Winifred! I'm very disappointed in you!

Daddy, it's not fair! How come Arthur gets chickenpox and I don't?!

You're LUCKY. Chickenpox is no fun. Yes it is! More fun than anything!

More fun than circus elephants, cotton-candy and ice cream? Of course!

You have till tomorrow to decide. SUFFER the circus or stay home.

-So, can you come to the circus?

-Just a minute.

Your spots are healing, and I don't see any new ones... No more fever.

Yes - I'd say all systems are go.

YES!

I decided I'm going to the circus.

Good! After all, how bad can it be?

I wanted pocks cos I was jealous.

Oh, honey...I know you wanna go...

You're being very grown-up, sweetie, but...we have some bad news.

What's so funny...? SPOTS?!

I want you to be a big girl and...

DW: I have my very own chickenpox!

SPOTS, SPOTS, SPOTS!

Look at me, Pal! Spots!

She must be feverish.

Grandma, can I have a tray and a bath and all?

Strangest case I've ever seen! OK, DW. You want a bath, you've got it.

Arthur, Arthur, look at me! I have spots and you don't!

-But, DW, you'll miss the circus.

-Who cares? It comes every year.

You only get chickenpox once!

Good boy! Now, what's a worm do?

Pal hasn't been my dog for long, but he's learned a lot already.

He learned he shouldn't slip out of his collar during a walk.

-WOOF! WOOF!

-NO, PAL!

Heel! Stop! Sit! Stay! WAIT!

I told you to heel!

And he learned that Dad's garden hose isn't a chew toy.

No! Look at all the teeth holes!

PAL WHIMPERS

Don't worry. I fixed it so Dad will never notice anything's wrong.

-ARTHUR! >

-W-Wanna go for a walk, boy?

-Mum! Arthur's feeding pancakes to the dog!

-Just one little piece.

Arthur, you know Pal has his own food.

BABY CHUCKLES

-Done with this page?

-YIP!

Want some jelly-worms?

I can't remember if they're from this Halloween or last year's.

After you chew for a while, it's easier.

Sorry - that's all.

Arthur! Lunch!

-Arthur, what did I say about feeding the dog from your plate?

-I wasn't!

Want to hear a good joke? Knock-knock...

-He's got my weiner! Arthur, tell Pal to let go.

-Let go!

-It's MINE.

-Pal, sit! Heel! Stay! Lie down!

-Er...roll over!

-Give it back! I don't eat your dog food, do I?!

Grrrr! Grrrr!

I'll never let go!

Some day I'll teach that dog a lesson!

"Surrender now, Bionic Bubblebrain!" "Never!"

PAL WHINES

Hey, Pal! Are you OK?

Mum, Dad! Mum, Dad!

-Then he made a noise like a car-horn under water.

-OOOOAAAH

-See?

-Let him rest. If he's not better, we'll take him to the vet.

-..He might go to the vet.

-My aunt's chameleon escaped from the vet.

'He changed to the colour of the wall and slithered into the air vent.'

-And he was never seen again.

-Oh!

Luckily, Pal can't change colours - or slither into a vent.

Arthur, the vet will find out what's wrong. Vets know how to talk to pets.

So, what's the trouble, Mr...Pal?

WOOF! My tongue hangs out and I go...OOOAAAH

You go, "Yeeeooooweee?"

No. OOOOAAAAH.

-Maybe Pal will feel better and won't have to go to the vet.

-Maybe. Bye.

Come on, Pal. Time for your walk.

I said, time for your walk.

Oooaaah.

Mum, Dad! Pal doesn't want to go for his walk. It's his favourite thing.

-I thought eating the hose was his favourite thing.

-..What's wrong, boy?

Bring him right in, Mr Reid.

-Dog not feeling well, Arthur?

-No.

-I'm sorry. Victoria got into a knot.

Oh, don't force it, honey.

My snail's SLUGGISH.

YAWN

-What did the vet say?

-Pal's gonna have to stay here overnight.

-OH!

But, Dad, he's never been away from me - ever!

It's the best way they can treat him.

PAL WHIMPERS

Come on, Arthur.

Don't worry, Pal. Y-You'll be fine.

-SNIFF!

-I must...have an allergy.

-Yeah.

-Look on the bright side. Now we can get a GOOD dog.

-Mum!

-DW!

-What?

-I didn't mean to upset you at dinner.

-Huh.

-I do understand how you feel.

I felt that way when my bird died.

HE SOBS

-MUM!

-What did I say?

I bet the vet sends him home tomorrow. (..Guys!)

-Y-Yes.

-Of course!

-I think DW did this to Pal.

-Are you serious?

-She always hated him.

-Call the cops and put her in prison.

-She's innocent till proven guilty.

Then we'll have to prove her guilty!

I can't believe you want me to play with you. What are we playing?

It's "courtroom".

You're on trial.

Brain's the judge. Francine's your lawyer.

I'm the jury. Do juries get snacks?

Order in the court. DW, you are accused of making Pal the dog ill.

-I'm WHAT?

-How did you make him sick?

-Why would I do that?

She's probably an alien replicant sent to Earth to get rid of dogs.

It's so they can invade. Dogs know who's alien and who's truly human.

Guilty!

And proof? My client's innocent till proven guilty. Dopey game! I quit.

I know you did it. I'll get proof.

She's an alien.

HE MUMBLES

POLICE SIRENS WAIL

No, wait - I can do it.

EVIL LAUGH

BELL RINGS

-Hello?

-Woof, woof!

-Pal? What is it, boy? Pal...?

Pal? PAL?!

They left this note. No-one knows where they went.

PAL, WHERE ARE YOU?

Oh, what a ridiculous dream. Pal doean't even know our phone number!

Your dog - it had puppies.

-But Pal is a BOY dog.

-Sorry, not YOU - her.

Scamgee had puppies?! Woohoo!

-Woof, woof!

-Pal, you're all better!

Still a bit queasy. He ate things a dog shouldn't eat.

What DID he eat yesterday?

Pancakes, two-year-old candy...gum. Then he swallowed a weiner whole.

With mustard.

Read this. It's about what dogs SHOULD eat to stay healthy.

Maybe you should get YOUR stomach checked.

-Woof, woof!

-Look who's home!

What was wrong with him?

I made him sick with what I fed him. Dogs' stomachs are different.

I'm sorry, boy!

Ahem!

Sorry I blamed you, DW. It wasn't your fault.

-Uh-huh!

-And I'll tell Buster you're not an alien.

-Apology accepted.

-Why did you think I'd hurt Pal?

-You said you'd "teach him a lesson".

And I still plan to do that.

I got this dog training book from the library. YOU read it to me.

-And

-I

-am gonna teach him not to steal my food. And do what normal dogs do.

When I'm done, this will be the kind of dog I always wanted.

# And I say, hey!

# What a wonderful kind of day 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 of the street

# It's a simple message And it comes from the heart

# Believe in yourself For that's the place to start

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

# What a wonderful kind of day HEY! #