Arthur's Almost Boring Day/The Half-Baked Sale Arthur

# Every day you walk down the street Everybody that you meet

# Has an original point of view

-# And I say, hey!

-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

# Get together and make things better By working together

# It's a simple message And 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

# 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...

Oh...

I'm bored.

# Rain, rain, go away Come again some other day. #

I bet everyone else is having fun.

# Rain, rain, go away Come again on a school day. #

< SNORING # It's raining, it's pouring The old man is snoring. #

And it's driving me nuts!

# Rain, rain, go away... #

..Evaporate and recondense.

Return in a low-pressure weather front on a more appropriate occasion!

I'm bored!

-Your homework...

-Mr Ratburn!

-Francine?

-Today is Friday.

-You're right.

-Good. You'll have all weekend to do your homework.

-Aw!

Your assignment for the weekend - make sure you have loads of fun.

Prepare a short report about what you do tomorrow.

Does that include eating?

He said a "short" report!

-What should I do tomorrow?

-You could come to the park with us.

Great idea! But if we play together, our reports will be the same.

-Forget it!

-Will our reports be the same?

No. We don't have to play together ALL day.

# Sweet and fishy, good for kids Golden delicious honey squids. #

BOTH: YUCK! So what are we doing tomorrow?

-WE? I'M going to the park.

-YOU said you'd play with me.

-I have to do something interesting. I'll play with you Sunday.

-Grrr!

-When are you going to the park?

-I can't, it's raining.

I guess you can play with me after all.

I need ideas. I can't write a report about playing baby games with DW.

At least you'll be doing something. I can't think of anything.

Maybe I'll practise the drums.

Which one first - Weasel Rally or Confuse The Goose?

"A fun game combining all the thrills of weasels and racing."

-You're doing it wrong! >

-I am not! I am not!

-What's going on, you two?

-Arthur's not playing the game right.

-I am so! I move around the board.

-You're meant to be having fun.

-Look at the boy on the box!

-That boy is not playing with YOU.

-Arthur, is there another game you can play?

-I'll go set it up.

I can't write a report on Confuse The Goose.

-Everyone will laugh at me.

-Why not read a book?

-That's quiet....eh, fun.

Mom and Dad said I didn't have to play with you.

Mom! Arthur said YOU said he didn't have to play with me!

-I don't know what you can do, Arthur.

-It's so boring here.

-I'm ready!

Mm-hm! Mm-hm!

Just watch wrestling until the rain stops. How long can it rain for?

'This system is very similar to a monsoon when it rains for a month.'

Arthur? Are you still there?

It would be SO hard to play ONE game of Confuse The Goose with me(!)

-"Once upon a time..."

-Let me guess. They live happily ever after, right?

-Right.

-I knew it.

BORING!

SHOUTING

SCREAMING, DOG BARKS

Everybody, freeze!

Arthur's trying to bite my nose.

-Is that any way to treat a book?

-No, but SHE didn't want me to read it.

Why don't you draw?

-What did you draw?

-A dog and he's bored.

-I drew a stick.

-A stick?!

From the park where you promised to take me!

-I never promised!

-Did too!

-Did not!

-We'll never get anything done.

-Did too!

-Did not!

-Did not!

Have fun at Grandma's!

-It's raining! We'll die out here!

-Come on!

-If you'd behaved, we'd still be dry.

-Me?!

I'm the cute one! YOU'RE annoying.

Oh, great(!) A really exciting report about visiting my grandma(!)

"I went to my grandma's. She's nice. The end."

-I'm doomed.

-Hurry up! Come in, children.

-This is only good weather for ducks.

-Quack-quack. Beautiful weather!

-I thought if you were bored, you might help me...

-..Watch TV?

No, Arthur. Help me clean out the attic.

-But cleaning is boring. Look at all this stuff.

-Wow!

I was starting when your dad begged me...I decided to invite you over.

-This is kind of creepy.

-That was your father's. So were these.

-It's a dress with legs!

-They're bell-bottom pants, silly.

-I have a picture of him in them.

-Hello, hello, hello.

-Here it is.

Flip that switch, Arthur.

Daddy's a goof!

-Where's the hurliewhirl?

-It wasn't built yet.

If that was Wonderworld, the mall would be right there.

-They closed the wildlife reserve to build the mall.

-Really?

"Then my dad made me stop drumming so I watched wrestling."

"After watching eight hours of wrestling, I hope to be a wrestler.

"Then I could pulverise people and get paid!"

"I watched wrestling all day.

"It was very...interesting.

< "The end."

Boy, it's like living through the most boring day ever twice!

Arthur, you're next.

-"On Saturday, I went to my grandma's..."

-Fascinating(!)

No, it wasn't boring. Grandma!

This is when my house was the only one on the block.

Comics cost 25 cents!

Wow! Cool!

That's the high school.

Do you know who that boy is?

That's Mr Hayne - your principal.

-My grandma knows so much cool stuff.

-Will OUR grandparents know about it?

Probably even more! Why not ask them?

Here comes somebody you might recognise.

That boy is Mr Ratburn!

My grandma is great. She knows everything a grown-up oughta know.

-And when Bionic Buddy's about to escape from Dr Warthog...

-Who?

He's part of the Rat Gang, David. Get with the programme. ..Go on.

'She's always there if someone gets sick.'

Safe!

There's only one thing you never want to hear her say.

Arthur! DW! Cookies!

Kids? Mm. They were here a minute ago.

Wait! Come back!

-The kids' doctor is Dr...

-..Bailey.

-His number...

-..On the refrigerator next to the numbers where you'll be.

Thanks, Thora. We'll be back when my dad's better.

I love taking care of these kids. I'll cook them something special.

-There's money so you can order in.

-I know you think I'm a terrible cook.

That's cos you're a professional. I've got a new recipe to try.

Grace, I'd be happy to help out.

One tablespoon...

Well, it seems like short notice, but it should be no problem.

Why don't you and Carole come by tonight and we'll finalise?

It's the recipe for my topographical map of Mexico.

-We could pretend to be sick.

-No way! She'd just make us her chicken soup.

Puke-arama!

-Maybe it won't be that bad.

-Remember last Thanksgiving...

when Grandma made pecan pie?

CRUNCH

You should take the nuts out of their shells.

-Why not tell her her cooking is bad?

-And hurt her feelings?

-You're right. Hey! I know who'll eat it!

-Kids! Dinner!

Hold on, Carole. Holler if you want more, kids.

We've only got two days to get this in order...

-Spread it around so it looks like you ate some.

-Maybe it's not too bad.

Arthur, you're the bravest big brother ever.

-Trade you! Look! Yum, yum!

-DW, leave Powell alone.

Can't I just taste it?

He's not as dumb as he looks.

-Who'd like pudding?

-Em...

It may have been on the stove a bit long. I was phoning.

-Are you going to run the bingo again?

-This year it's a bake sale.

-Guess who's in charge?

-You... You're gonna cook for other people?

Say, maybe you kids could help me make signs.

Scrape off the burnt bits and it'll be fine.

That doesn't sound so bad to me. You need a sales plan. ..Ah!

-What's that?

-Who says you have to tell people it's food?

You could tell people they're for exercise.

Or maybe you could use it for clay and make a statue. It'd last forever.

-I don't think so, Buster.

-Well, then, I guess...you've got no choice.

You'll have to tell her the truth.

I was afraid you'd say that.

-Catch!

-Tomatoes?!

-Can't make cookies without breaking a few tomatoes!

We're sure to hook a lot of the old girls with your wonderful flyers.

Grandma...there's something I need to tell you. It's your cooking.

It's just that...

It kind of tastes...

-Thora!

-Well, hello, Sarah!

I heard a blurb on the radio for our bake sale. How did you do it?

Arthur, the good ship PTA would be sunk in days without your gran.

-You must be awfully proud.

-Ye..ah.

I'll just mosey on back to the old homestead. Do you want a hand, Thora?

Yes! I mean, don't you need help?

I already have two assistants. I expect you to have plenty cobbler.

That's very grown up of you to offer to help, but it's all under control.

-Oops! Nothing to worry about.

-But you said we were your assistants.

Cooking runs in our family. Your father started at your age, Arthur.

I believe it.

We have to change our names so no-one knows we had anything to do with it.

-If we could just keep people from buying them.

-I'm Mrs B Forkenstern.

Wait a minute, DW! I know how to stop people buying those cookies.

-How?!

-Just wait till tomorrow.

Sarah will be collecting money. If you have any problems, grab me.

-Thora, one of the banners blew down.

-Kids, finish off. I'll be back soon.

So how'll you stop people from buying the cookies?

Ssh! I brought my birthday money. It should be enough to buy them all.

-You can't eat them! You're too young to die!

-I won't EAT them. Come on.

My locker's here. We'll stuff them in until...

-Grandma!

-What'll we do?

I've got it. Come on!

It's no good. The grommets are torn out.

-But if you had some sticks...?

-Wait here! I've got just the thing.

-Look, Grandma! The bake sale is a big success.

-What? They're all sold?

Well...

< CRASH!

Mr Morris, are you all right?

-Is Mr Morris OK?

-His foot isn't broken, thank goodness.

But something very heavy fell on it. Who put my cookies in that closet?

Well...er...we did, Grandma.

-Arthur, DW, but why?

-We didn't want to hurt your feelings.

Thora, there you are! It's already our best year ever.

Sarah, tell me the truth.

Am I a bad cook?

You? Why do you ask?

You're just too busy to cook.

-We still love you.

-You're good at other things, like costumes.

And when you fixed Daddy's car.

No matter how long you slice it, you'll never make a meal from a bike.

Better to ride it.

I suppose that's right. I'm lucky to have you three.

-Back to work on that banner.

-We'll clean up those cookies.

Oh, and, Arthur, DW...

thanks for telling me the truth. It took courage.

We love you, Grandma.

Where did all the cookies go?

They're all cleaned up! MUNCHING >

Hey, look what I found!

A little dirty but delightful.

# 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! #