Dear Adil 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

# Open up your eyes, open up your ears

# Get together, 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.

-Hey!

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

-Hey, DW!

-Hey...

TURKISH MUSIC

Adil! HE CONTINUES IN TURKISH

ADIL SPEAKS IN TURKISH

Oh, hello. You might not understand Turkish, so I'll speak in English.

-That's my father. And that's our store behind him.

-Hello.

Welcome. Have a good day.

Please, come in.

Hi, I'm Unver - Adil's best friend.

But not for long.

Unver didn't do his maths homework.

He thinks our teacher, Mr Yuksal, will throw into the Sea of Marmara.

And I can't even swim!

-Adil!

-SHE SHOUTS IN TURKISH

Pay no attention to her. She's not supposed to be here.

Look! Adil's little lambie!

-He-he-he-he!

-Ayse!

OK. I admit it - she's my little sister.

But I'm not talking about the stuffed lamb!

Whenever Ayse drive me crazy, there's only one person I talk to.

Adil! Ask him if his friend, The Head, knows the answers to

-numbers five, seven and nine.

-Unver, The Head's not his name!

Woof!

Hey!

Any sign of my olive depitter yet?

-No!

-Great(!) This tapenade will take me hours to make!

..But I did find these letters. Cool stamps!

Who are they from? Arthur's REAL parents?

They're from Tatsuo Matsumoto.

He was a pen pal from Japan I wrote to during the 7th Grade.

I remember this one! Tatsuo got lost in Kyoto at the O-bon Festival.

Ha-ha! I forgot how much I enjoyed corresponding with Tatsuo.

Can I read them?

Uh-oh!

I found it!

Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

-Mr Ratburn...

-ARTHUR COUGHS

-Do you know how I can get a pen pal?

-Pen pal? Yes, of course.

I just recently earmarked a web spot that facilitates such things.

Now, where's the switch?

PRINTER WHIRRS

Adil Akyuz. Eight-years-old, from Turkey.

Buster, do you know anything about Turkey?

Sure, there's honey-glazed turkey and smoked turkey.

And my favourite...

Roast turkey!

Oh, this is from my very first Thanksgiving. You wanna hold it?

No. Ah! I'm talking about the country.

Oh. Hey, I know a lot about that too!

That's where Illinois Jack And The Caravan Of Horrors takes place.

Illinois Jack has a cool Turkish friend in it called Mustafa.

This is when Mustafa and Illy get chased through the covered bazaar.

-Just a bit longer, buddy.

-Illy, the Caliph's iron camel's gaining on us!

..And then, Mustafa saves him from a pit of man-eating newts.

I will not let you die, Illy! AH!

..And then... Ho-ho! This is my favourite part... The banquet!

Lamb's eyes, Illy?

Write to that Turkish kid, Arthur. I bet he's exciting.

'..And then I had pepperoni pizza with my friend Buster at the Mall.'

-What's...pepperoni?

-I don't know. What's a mall?

'That was my day. Please tell me about your day, and life in Turkey.

'Sincerely, Arthur Read.'

..On weekends, Adil works in his father's grocery store.

They sell all sorts of cool things like spices and lamb's eyes...!

They sell lamb's eyes in the grocery store?

He didn't say that, but in The Caravan Of Horrors they eat them!

You've left out the best part - he has a little sister.

Arthur's going to ask her to get me a Mary Moocow CD in Turkish.

DW, they don't have Mary Moocow in Turkey.

-How do you know?

-Did Adil like your letter?

-Well, he said he liked it, but...

-But what?

-I don't know...

Maybe he was being polite. My letter was dull compared to his.

-I'm sure that isn't the case, Arthur.

-Yes, it is!

Arthur read me part of it and I fell asleep.

That letter was like warm milk.

Dear Adil. Thank you for your interesting letter.

These are some exciting things that happened this week...

"I got an A-minus for math and I went to the Sugar Bowl with...

"..Buster and..."

Can't...stay...awake...

Zzzzzzz.

Adil!

What is wrong?

"..And Francine told a really funny joke...

"What do you get when you cross a...?"

Zzzzzz...

SNORING GETS LOUDER

Ah! This is even putting ME to sleep. Oh, well, maybe tomorrow

something exciting will happen.

..And number five dribbles down the field. He cuts left, he cuts right.

The goal's open. He shoots...

-Hey, you're not shooting.

-Oh, sorry, Buster.

I'm wondering what to write to Adil.

-Even less happened today than yesterday!

-Speak for yourself.

-I've eaten 27 cherries! That's my record.

-Can I use that?

Sure. Didn't Adil ask you lots of questions in his letter?

I answered them...

They sound boring. Maybe I should leave them out.

-Pepperoni's NOT boring!

-Oh...

You should ask him more questions about Turkey.

It's such an exciting place. Take Illinois Jack for inspiration.

'Dear Adil. What is your school like? How do you get there?'

I wonder if he rides a camel to school like Illy's friend, Mustafa.

See you at recess, boy.

Wow! Wish I had a camel!

"Does you camel have its own tent, or does it sleep in yours?"

-I don't have a camel!

-Neither do I!

I don't even know anyone who has! Why does he think you have a camel?

"What's your favourite food?"

"Please describe the taste of... Lamb's eyes!"

-YEUCH! You never told me you ate a lamb's eye!

-I haven't.

-Where does Arthur get these ideas?

-What will you write back?

I don't know!

-Anything from...?

-Sorry, Arthur.

Oh...!

-SOMEONE WHISTLES

-Hi, Mr Higgins. Anything for...?

Hey, is that an Illinois Jack comic?

-Yes, I borrowed it from Buster.

-Ha-ha! They're so funny.

-Funny?

-Yeah, they always get everything wrong.

Like, when Illy went to Ecuador, he found a golden Mayan temple. Ha!

-The Maya were from Mexico!

-Oh! I thought the comic was accurate.

No. It's like the American TV shows I watched as a kid, in Ecuador.

I thought every kid in the US went surfing after school.

And then home to their skyscrapers, and put ketchup on all their food.

Yup. You'd have a weird impression of a place

if all you knew of it came from TV and comics.

So that's why he hasn't written back for 3 weeks.

I offended him with my questions.

Maybe I should get an American pen pal.

Why don't you explain what happened?

Well, I'm kind of embarrassed.

Try again. It's not easy making friends in other cultures,

but trust me - it's worth it!

What a minute! Adil has an e-mail address...?

"Dear Adil. Just wondering if you got my letters.

"PS - I didn't know you had e-mail!

"How do you plug your computer in?"

Dear Arthur. I plug my computer into the wall of OUR apartment.

-"I don't live in a tent."

-"Oh, sorry.

"I read this comic and it gave me weird ideas about how you live.

"Is that why you didn't write back?"

"Yes. I was going to correct you, but it would take forever.

"Then you didn't answer any of my questions."

"That's because my answers sounded boring.

"A mall's just a big store with little stores in it."

So that's what it is!

'We have lots of those. The biggest and oldest is the Capali Carsi -

'The Covered Bazaar in English.'

Really?! Hey, I sort of live near a covered bazaar.

Are you playing Virtual Goose? The answer's D - Do the Hokey-Pokey.

DW, go away!

I'm writing to someone!

Hokey-Pokey! Hokey-Pokey!

-'Are you still there?'

-'Sorry, my pesky sister interrupted me.'

'Ayse does that, and always when I REALLY don't want disturbed.

-'How does she know?'

-'Adil, we have more in common than I imagined.

Well, did he reach The Head?

School's in 20 minutes.

Arthur's friend's name is Brain, and no, he can't call him now,

-it's late at night in Elwood City.

-Oh!

Well, what did you talk about?

-He was mad at me.

-Why?

I found the Mary Moocow CD for DW.

DW SINGS IN TURKISH

DW, GO TO SLEEP!

-AHH!

-DW CONTINUES SINGING

Subtitles by Shoma Mazumder BBC Broadcast 2003

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