Arthur's Family Feud/Muffy Gets Mature Arthur

# Every day when 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

# If you could learn to work and play and get along with each other

# Listen to your heart, listen to the beat

# Listen to the rhythm of the street

# Open your eyes, open your ears

# 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

# If you could 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!

The war in Bolodzka raged on today as rebel troops seized control...

-You're not answering the question!

-I'm trying to.

What is the question?

How did you feel when you found that Ethel had run off with your husband,

stolen all your money and burned your house down?

The whole world is filled with nothing but fighting.

-Arthur...

-Not now, DW. Why is it so hard for people to get along?

Everyone wants the same things - a home, enough food, friends...

-I just wanted to ask...

-Not now!

-If people acted like they were a family...

-Arthur!

Quit bothering me! Why don't you play with Pal or something?

Where was I? If people just acted like they were in one big family,

then there'd be peace in the world.

DW! Yeah!

Honey, you must come quick. I finally did it!

It's the most amazing, beautiful, colossal, delectable, delightful...

-Dear, what is it?

-Behold the David L Read super souffle!

Aaagh!

-She did it!

-He did it!

-She did it!

-He did it!

Everyone, into the living room now!

All right, what happened?

-I just wanted to ask a question...

-DW wanted me to play with her...

I've heard enough! No TV for both of you for two months!

-It was her fault!

-Was not!

-Was too!

-Three months!

-Three months?

-Maybe that is a bit...

-Four months!

Oh, forget it!

Look how upset you've made Daddy!

You both need to cool down. Up to your rooms!

Can I still go to the petting zoo with the Tibbles later?

And I have to go to the bionic bunny arcade.

We'll just have to wait and see.

She does something wrong and I get punished, too!

I'll probably always be taking the blame for her.

DW, where did you get all this Crazy Bus stuff?

BANGING ON DOOR Open up! It's the police!

-What are policemen doing in your room?

-My room? But this is your...

We caught the Crazy Bus crook red-handed. Book him, Charlie!

Hello, Arthur. I asked Mom and Dad to come, too, but they wouldn't.

They were too ashamed.

You should be in here. I'm innocent!

Blah-blah-blah-blah! You'll be out in 50 years.

I thought you might want some music.

"CRAZY BUS" THEME

No!

SHE LAUGHS

I'd better do something about this before it's too late.

Why me? Where's all the good brothers in the world?

Why did I get stuck with Arthur?

Are you still coming to the petting zoo?

No, I'm being punished for something Arthur did!

I'm always getting blamed for something Timmy did.

-I get blamed more!

-No, I do!

-Liar!

-You're the liar!

Liar!

Look at those two. They can't go two minutes without fighting.

That's what Arthur and I will be like for ever.

-Admit it! You broke the souffle.

-No, you did it!

I don't want to spend all my time fighting. It's so boring!

-I've thought about it and I think we should do the right thing.

-Me, too.

-Aren't you going to confess?

-It's your fault!

-Is not!

-Is too!

-Is not!

-Is too!

We've got to get to the bottom of this.

Your father and I have decided. Arthur, you can go to the arcade.

DW, you can go to the petting zoo.

If we can resolve this problem.

We want to hear what happened. Draw pictures to help explain it.

-And do not interrupt each other. Who wants to go first?

-Me!

-Me!

-Let's arm-wrestle to decide.

-No way. Your arm's bigger!

-DW, how should we decide who goes first?

-We should flip a coin.

-Heads.

-Tails.

-Heads.

-I was going to say heads.

Flip a coin to see who gets to say heads.

No, dear. Arthur, you go first.

I'll tell you what happened. I was in the den sitting on the couch.

-Liar! You were in the chair!

-DW, your turn is coming.

Anyway, I was just minding my own business doing my homework

when DW came in wanting to play.

-Play with me now!

-I can't, DW. I have to finish my homework.

'She started bothering Pal. She was throwing his bacon toy all wrong.

'So I had to show her the right way to do it.' Like this!

'I threw it to her, but she wasn't paying attention.'

-I got it, I got it!

-DW, wait! 'I told her

'to watch out for Dad's souffle, but I didn't get there in time.'

-Arthur did it!

-'That's just the way it happened.'

So you see, it was all her fault. The end.

I'm surprised we're not all asleep.

That's what happens when people listen to fairy tales!

OK, DW, you tell us what happened.

You'll believe Arthur's story. He draws better!

You don't have to draw it.

The arcade will be closed by the time she's ready.

Sorry it took so long. I had trouble finding the right doll for Arthur.

All right, everyone. Get ready for the real story.

I didn't want to play with Arthur.

He always thinks I want to play with him. Like he's the most fun brother!

-Maybe we could just skip to...

-No interrupting.

I wanted to ask Arthur a question.

-Dearest brother, what is the time?

-Quit bothering me!

I'm pretending to do my homework.

'Then Pal picked up the bacon toy because he wanted to play with me.

'That doesn't look like Pal and it's a female!'

-'Arthur!

-OK, OK!

'Everything was going fine until Arthur butted in

'and threw the toy hard. I ran into the kitchen to get it

'because I knew we shouldn't play near Daddy's "sloofay",

'but Arthur pushed me into the table and that made the "sloofay" fall.'

That's what really happened.

-Liar!

-You're the liar! SHRILL WHISTLE

-DW, did you actually see the souffle fall?

-No.

But you were both in the kitchen when it happened.

I see that neither of you are wearing shoes.

The kitchen floor is slippery in just socks.

-I was running kind of fast.

-So was I.

It all happened so fast.

I guess I could have slipped into the table.

It's possible I slid into DW.

Maybe we both kind of made the souffle fall.

Isn't there something we can do for Dad?

Pal already cleaned up the mess.

BOTH: We're really, really sorry.

-I have to get to the arcade.

-I hope the Tibbles haven't left.

-I don't think I've ever seen Dad looking so down.

-No. What can we do?

-Did you separate the egg yolks from the egg whites?

-Yeah.

Here are the whites.

Those are the shells!

And what colour are they?

Who put you in charge of making the "sloofay"?

It's souffle. Souffle. You can't even say it right!

What is it now?

We saw how upset you were, so we decided not to go out

and make you another "shooflay"...

You were trying to make a souffle?

Let's get to it. The key is fresh Gruyere. And we'll need some nutmeg.

That's my little secret.

-David, that is the most beautiful thing you've ever made!

-It isn't.

It's the most beautiful thing WE'VE ever made!

Dig in!

-Hmm, wow!

-This is delicious!

Being a kid is about the most fun job I can think of.

I feel dizzy.

-Me, too. Isn't it great?

-Yeah.

-Let's do it again.

-OK.

-That wasn't even close.

-I know, but it was fun.

It does have a certain appeal!

I really can't imagine why anyone would ever be in a hurry to grow up.

Hi, Muffy!

Francine, why do you insist on embarrassing me like that?

-Excuse me?

-That lunch box you're carrying.

It's so babyish. Your mom packs you peanut butter and jelly!

Puh-lease, Francine!

-Mature Misses head for the salad bar.

-They do?

-Of course they do!

It says so right here.

Honestly, Francine!

PJs with feet are so second-grade!

-But I like these.

-Maybe so.

Mature Misses only wear pyjamas without feet.

If you're so mature, you shouldn't sleep over.

Maybe you ought to find someone else to hang out with altogether.

-Really?

-Yes. Someone more grown-up perhaps.

What a wonderful idea, Francine. That's exactly what I'll do.

-I'll find someone who appreciates my maturity.

-Fine.

I'm calling Daddy to tell him to send a limo to pick me up.

I can't wait. Angie's party will be the best ever.

I gotta go. I'll call you back.

Catherine, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation.

It's so cool that you get to go to parties and do other mature stuff.

-Yeah, whatever.

-Are you kidding? It's completely amazing!

I can't wait to be a teenager.

Muffy, it's not all fun. Sometimes it's a total challenge.

Take tomorrow. I only have 24 hours to pick out an outfit for the party.

-Talk about pressure!

-Go vintage. Everyone in Mature Miss is doing it.

-You're guaranteed no-one will have the same outfit.

-Vintage?

Yeah. It's totally in.

I'll go shopping with you to help you pick out an outfit.

-I know a great boutique...

-That's not a good idea.

-Why not?

What if someone sees us? You're in third grade, Muffy.

I do have a reputation to uphold.

-You don't understand. I'm very mature for my age.

-I'm sure you are.

We can go early and beat the crowds. No-one will even see us.

-I don't think so. I'm not a morning person.

-Come on, Catherine, please!

-It'll be fun. We can take my dad's limo.

-Limo?

OK, fine. Be here at 10am sharp.

-Great.

-But it's just the outfit, Muffy.

-That's all the hanging out we do.

-Deal. This is going to be so great!

I finally get to hang out with someone who's mature.

-Hmm...

-No, no.

Too nautical.

Catherine, no. Never wear white after Labor Day.

I don't think this is working. We've been at it two hours and nothing!

-Got it!

-That?

Trust me. It's so out, it's in!

Oh, it's perfect.

-Just perfect.

-I agree.

-What do you know?

I actually like it.

Thanks. I'll have the coolest outfit at the party.

-See you!

-You can't go to a party without getting your toenails done.

I'm not into the whole pedicure thing.

Check out that grasshopper green.

-I read in Mature Miss it'll make any feet look two sizes smaller.

-Really?

-Cos my feet are a size 11.

-When you're done, you'll be a 9.

I promise!

-My feet have never looked smaller!

-Thanks for noticing.

-What do you say, we go get some lunch? My treat.

-That is so mature.

I told you, Catherine. I'm very mature for my age.

I'll have the house salad and an iced tea.

-Make that two.

-Excellent choice.

I need to use the rest room.

At last! Someone who understands the joy of age-appropriate food.

-This is too good to be true.

-Muffy!

-Francine, what are you doing?

-Going roller-skating. What about you?

-I'm having a salad, not that it's your business.

-Alone?

As a matter of fact, no. I'm here with someone very mature.

-Really? Who?

-Catherine, if you must know.

-Catherine, as in my sister Catherine?

-That's the one.

You couldn't have anything in common.

Catherine's in high school. You're in third grade.

You're in way over your head, Muffy.

-She won't want to keep hanging out with someone your age.

-We'll see.

I guess we will. Come on, Arthur.

So jealous! Just like a child.

Where are our salads? I need to get going.

I was just about to give you this.

-What?

-A ring from the thrift store.

-The stone will go perfectly with your outfit.

-Thanks. That's so cool.

-Cool enough to go to the party with you?

-No, not that cool.

Catherine, please. We can take the limo again.

Sorry, you can't come to the party.

I'll give you a ride. I'll get to be seen with you.

One last time.

Fine, but that's it.

Thanks for the ride, Muffy.

-Wow! Way cool limo!

-Thanks. It's my dad's.

I'm Muffy, a friend of Catherine's.

A friend of my sister's and she was just leaving.

I'm Angie. This is Debbie and Tammy.

-Cool outfit, Catherine.

-Thanks. I picked it out myself.

I have to give some credit to the folks at Mature Miss.

I have my very own prescription to their magazine.

I'm very mature for my age.

Come in and join the party, Muffy.

-We're hearing about Debbie's first date with Robert.

-Angie!

-It'll be fun.

-Sounds great.

At the end of the date, he planted one on me. It came out of nowhere.

I so couldn't believe it! So lucky!

-He planted one what on you?

-Duh!

-She's talking about a kiss. A kiss good night!

-Ew! That's disgusting!

I'd never let a boy kiss me. Not in a million years!

-You've never been kissed by a boy before, Muffy?

-Of course I have.

I meant never on the first date. They teach that in Mature Miss.

Of course that's what you meant(!) THEY LAUGH

Ew! Gross!

-I love this song.

-I've got an idea. Why don't we all dance?

I learned some great moves in Mature Miss.

Hello! Dancing is for little kids, Muffy!

Teenagers just sit and listen to the poetry of the words.

Let's not dance. Let's just sit and listen. That's what I usually do.

Uh-huh. Sure it is(!) LAUGHTER

-Who wants a cup of instant almond vanilla decaf?

-Count me in!

-Muffy?

Mature Miss says that coffee stunts your growth.

Don't believe everything you read in teen magazines. Coffee's this way!

-Isn't she funny? She's so "mature"!

-Totally funny!

You couldn't buy entertainment this good!

Are you OK, Muffy?

Oh, come on. It's not that bad.

-Your friends think I'm a big joke and you do, too.

-No, I don't.

You're cool for a third grader.

-Then how come tonight is such a disaster?

-It isn't a disaster.

Even though you may be mature for your age,

you're not ready to hang out with high schoolers.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Coffee, kissing, the poetry of the words? Who am I kidding?

I know someone who would like to hang out with you,

-who's been moping around our apartment missing you.

-Francine?

-I'm sure she's so mad at me. Will she forgive me?

-It's worth a try.

-You're pretty persuasive.

-Thanks. I'm gonna call for a ride home.

Enjoy your coffee.

-Hi, Francine.

-The salad bar's that way.

-Actually, I brought mine today.

-Peanut butter and jelly?

-My mom packed it.

-What's this?

-An invitation to a sleepover at my house.

-I don't know.

-I don't think I have the right pyjamas.

-Wear whatever you want.

-What's going on, Muffy?

-I'm not as mature as I thought I was.

You were right about the whole Catherine thing. It didn't work out.

-Anyway, I'm really sorry if I hurt you, Francine.

-Well, it's OK.

-I know you want to be a teenager. I think about it, too.

-You do?

-Sure.

-So you'll get rid of those awful pyjamas?

-Don't push it, Muffy!

Just kidding!

Subtitles by Calum Short, Subtext, for BBC Subtitling 2001