Arthur - It's Only Rock 'n' Roll/Transcript

Introduction
''Francine lies reading on Muffy’s couch. Muffy sits on the floor beside her and turns on the music video to “I Want It That Way” by the Backstreet Boys. (It starts as live action then becomes a cartoon.) The Backstreet Boys are standing on an airfield.''

Backstreet Boys: “Yeah. / You are my fire. / The one desire. / Believe when I say / I want it that way.”

In Muffy’s imagination she runs up to the singers who vanish.

Muffy: Oh, me too! I want it that way too.

Backstreet Boys: “But we are two worlds apart.”     Muffy runs up to them again.

Muffy: Nick, we’re not that far apart.

Backstreet Boys: “Can't reach to your heart.”

Muffy: I’m here! Over here!

Backstreet Boys: “When you say / that I want it that way.”

''This time she takes Nick Carter’s hands and he swings her around. At that moment Francine accidentally puts her foot in Muffy’s face.''

Muffy: Get off!

Francine: Sorry. What are you doing anyway?

Muffy: I’m busy

''In the video the Backstreet Boys walk past cheering fans. ''

Backstreet Boys: “Don’t want to hear you say. / Ain’t nothing but a heartache. / Ain't nothing but a mistake.”   In her imagination Muffy pushes through the crowd.

Muffy: Nick! I’m here!

Backstreet Boys: “I never want to hear you say…”

Muffy grabs what turns out to be Francine.

Francine: What are you doing? You have to stop listening to this rot. It’s destroying your brain.

Muffy: What?? Are you talking about the Backstreet Boys, the ones who are coming to town in four weeks, six days, and fifty-   looks at watch    seven minutes?

Francine: Uh-huh. Rot. Maybe they were good once, but now they’re just sellouts. Look at them!

Muffy: I know. Aren’t they cute?

Francine: Muffy! Being cute is not the point. The point is they’re sellouts.

Muffy: Francine, if you had a band, you’d sell out in five minutes.

Francine: I would not. Music is sacred. I would never sell out.

Muffy: Oh yeah? You’d be just like everybody else. First you’d have a hit song, then you’d make a CD, then you’d make a video where you’d wear a cute little costume and learn how to dance and flounce your hair right. And the next thing you’ll know you’ll be making commercials and a ton of money, and, by the way, when that happens you owe me half of it, because it was all my idea.

Francine: I would never do that. If I had a band, we’d do nothing but make really good music, and if anyone even tried to make us go on TV or dance, I’d just quit. She goes to the door.

Muffy: Well, we’ll never know, will we, because you don’t have a band and you probably never will.

Francine: If I do, it’ll be a million times better than those Blob Street Boys.

Muffy: Hh! How could you?? You, my best friend.

Francine: Oh brother. I’m getting out of here.

Muffy: Go! And don’t come back until you can apologize to Nick.

Francine: Until I what?? Oh man, you are losing it. She leaves.

Muffy: Don’t worry, Nick. I know she didn’t mean it. ''She turns the music back on. In her imagination she is in the crowd waving goodbye.''

Backstreet Boys: I never want to hear you say / I want it that way. / Cause I want it that way.”

Title: Arthur – It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll
''Muffy and Prunella stand by the sink in the girl’s room at school. A small radio plays “I Want It That Way”.''

Prunella: What does Francine know anyway? I mean, who doesn’t like the Backstreet Boys?

Muffy: You said it. Cute guys with stock portfolios. What’s not to like?

''They go to the door. Outside is Francine who holds a poster saying “Auditions – Rock Band” in Muffy’s face.''

Prunella: Auditions… for a rock band? Francine hangs up the poster.

Francine: Uh-huh. A band that won’t sell out.

Muffy: Like anyone would even ask you to. ''She walks away in a huff. Students quickly crowd around the poster.''

#

Buster is having dinner with the Read family.

Buster: And it’s gonna be a real live rock band.

Arthur: And if we get in, we could travel around the world and be rich and famous and not go to school anymore. They start taking the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

Mrs. Read: I wouldn’t count on it, honey. Very few bands are that successful.

Buster: It’s what happened to the Backstreet Boys. They answered an ad and, boom, just like that they had their own jet.

D.W.: Hey, if Arthur’s gonna try out for a band and be rich and famous then I wanna try out for a band to be rich and famous too.

Arthur: The only song you know is “Crazy Bus”.

D.W.: “Crazy Bus” is for babies. I know a million better songs.

#

D.W. sings in the bathtub.

D.W.: (sings:) "Skinnamarinky-dinky-dink, skinnamarinky doo, I love you". Pal covers his ears with his paws.

Cut to D.W. auditioning in the school’s music room.

Francine: Thank you, that’s enough.

D.W.: (sings:) "Skinnamarinky-dinky-dink, skinnamarinky doo…"

Francine: I said thank you!

D.W.: But I’m not finished. There’s five more verses. (sings:) "Skinnamarinky-dinky-dink,  skinnamarinky-doo…"            Francine bangs a loud gong.

Francine: Next!!

D.W.: Hmph!     ''D.W. leaves the stage as George goes on. ''   Be careful. It’s a jungle in here.

Arthur and Buster are waiting in the corridor.

D.W.: Well, at least you didn’t get in either.

Buster: Can you believe it? She gonged us both. A gong is heard.

Arthur: Let’s go.

#

Francine and Mrs. McGrady sit in the Sugar Bowl.

Francine: That was a pointless! I  auditioned fourteen people and they all stank. Except for you, of course.

Mrs. McGrady: Well, you know what they say, honey.

Francine: Uh, no. What do they say?

Mrs. McGrady: If the mountain won’t come to Mohammd, then Muhammad must go to the mountain.

Francine: If the mountain won’t… Hm.

#

''Francine visits Binky in his room. He is practicing ballet moves.''

Binky: I don’t get it. Why are you calling me a mountain?

Francine: I told you, it’s just an expression. Look, you’re the best musician I know. Will you be in my band or not? Binky starts doing ballet jumps.

Binky: Is there any ballet in it?

Francine: In a rock band? No. But there are snacks.

Binky: Why didn’t you say so? I like snacks. He lifts Francine up and does a pirouette.

Francine: So, you’ll do it? All right!

Binky: By the way, you won’t tell about me practicing ballet, right?

Francine: No, I won’t tell. Okay, so, we’ve got drums, piano, clarinet… Do you know anyone who can play the guitar?

#

Molly is fixing her bike in her family’s driveway as Francine and Binky invite her to join.

Molly: So, what’s in it for me?

Francine: Only a chance to be part of a major musical phenomenon. Hey, but if you’d rather sit around in your driveway all day, fine by me.

Binky: Let me handle this. Look, you like to play the guitar, right?

Molly: Right.

Binky: And you like snacks, right?

Molly: Right.

Binky: So there you go. Snacks and guitar.

Molly: What kind of snacks?

Francine: I don’t know. Whatever you want.

Binky: Woo-hoo! So what do you say?  Molly offers her hand and Francine shakes it.

Francine: All right!

Arthur and Buster pass by on their bikes.

Arthur: I can’t believe she’s asking Molly to be in her band.

Buster: I can’t believe she didn’t want us.

Arthur: We should form our own band. That’d show her.

# First Rehearsal
''Francine’s band is rehearsing on the roof of her apartment block. Francine play drums, Molly plays the electric guitar and Mrs. McGrady a keyboard. Binky is eating snacks.''

Francine: Hey, listen up! Welcome to our very first ever rehearsal for our band, which will prove that great musicians don’t sell out.

Mrs. McGrady: Right on!

Francine: Here are the rules. Number one: We hate groups that do sell out, like for instance the Backstreet Boys. Number two: We don’t care about fame our money or stuff like that. Number three: I’m the boss! Any question?

Binky: (burps) What’s our name?

Francine: The band’s name? Er…

Mrs. McGrady: How about “The Five Apostles of the New Millenium”, FAOTNM for short.

Molly: I’m not playing in a band called that.

Francine: Relax. We’ll worry about it later. Okay, does everyone have the sheet music?

Binky: Uh-huh. He takes the crumpled sheet of his clarinet, unfolds it and puts it on the stand.

Molly: Yeah, I got it.

Francine: Ready? And a-one and a-two…    They start playing.   (sings:)  “We see the pretty boys, we see the pretty girls”  Something something… I didn’t finish this part. “We see the videos where all the fashion plates lip-sync their ways to your hearts.”

Molly: Not bad. Did you write this?

Francine: Yeah. “Well, no offense to them, and no offense to you. Don't take it na-na-na-na, don’t take it personally.”  She sings out of tune and drums out of time. ''Mrs. McGrady stops playing and looks worried. ''Oh, shoot! Start over!

#

Francine practices alone at sundown.

Francine: Now I’ve got it! “Well, no offense to them, and no offense to you.”

#

Binky and Mrs. McGrady approach Francine as she is shackling her bike in front of the school.

Binky: Okay. Before I say anything, promise you won’t get mad.

Francine: Me? I never get mad. Unless… you’re gonna quit the band, because you promised you wouldn’t, and if you quit before we even get started, I will make you sorry, Binky Barnes! Do you hear me?!

Mrs. McGrady: Whoa, girl, whoa. It’s nothing that bad. We just have a little suggestion.

Francine: Oh yeah, what? They start walking towards the entrance.

Mrs. McGrady: Well, sometimes it’s difficult to serve two masters. Render unto Caesar, you know, and in this case, Caesar has been rendered too much.

Francine: What?

Binky: What she means is, you stink, Francine. You’re good on the drums and you sing good too, but when you do them together… whoa-haha! Look out! Stinkeroo!

Mrs. McGrady: But don’t worry. We have the solution. ''She gives a sharp whistle. Fern comes out of the school.''

Francine: What’s going on?

Fern: Um, Mrs. McGrady said you might need a singer, and since I like to sing I thought, you know, maybe I could be your singer.

Francine: You?? Fern, this is a rock band, not a “Let’s whisper poetry and drink tea”-party.

Mrs. McGrady: Just give her a listen, okay?

Francine: Okay. Go ahead. She sits down on the school steps.

Fern: Um, what should I sing?

Francine: How about…(sarcastically:)  “Row, row, row your boat.”

Fern: Really? Okay. (sings:)  “Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, I said merrily, merrily, oh yeah, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.”    ''She ends on a high note. Everybody looks at her, including some other students nearby. Birds fly up and a car stops.''    (coughs)  Was that okay? Am I in''? Francine stares at her with her mouth open. Mrs. McGrady closes Francine’s mouth.''

Mrs. McGrady: I think I can safely say, yes. Fern smiles.

#

Fern, Binky and Molly sit in the Sugar Bowl.

Molly: You don’t look like a rock singer.

Binky: Wait till you hear her. She’ll blow your chops right out the window and down the street for, like, two miles. Molly hands Fern a piece of paper.

Molly: Anyway, here’s the song. Can you learn it by tomorrow?

Fern: “Don’t take it personally.”  Done. (sings:) “Well, no offense to them, and no offense to you. Don't take it personally.”        Molly moves with the beat.

Molly: Wait! We should have some harmony on this.

Fern+Molly+Binky: “But when it comes to rock, and when it comes to roll, don’t need to sell it ‘cause it’s born to be free.”      The other customers look at them.

People: (applaud)         ''Binky takes a bow. ''

Binky: Thank you. Thank you very much.''   Molly pulls him back into the seat. '' Whoa!

#

''Mr. Haney stands in his office looking out of the window. There is a knock.''

Mr. Haney: Ah. Miss Frensky. Come in, come in. The reason I called you here – please take a seat – I heard you have some kind of a band, is that right?

Francine: Uh… yeah.

Mr. Haney: Do you have a name for your little group?

Francine: Not yet. It has to be just right.

Mr. Haney: Of course, of course. ''His phone beeps. He presses a button.''   It will have to wait, Miss Tingley. I’m in the middle of a conference. Anyway, I was wondering whether you might be interested in performing at the PTA spring fundraiser.

Francine: Well, yeah, um… We’re not really ready, but I guess we could.

Mr. Haney: That would be wonderful. ''The phone beeps twice. He presses the button again.''     I’ll be right there, Miss Tingley. And what kind of music do you play?

Francine: Well, stuff I write, mostly. ''The phone beeps incessantly. He  puts it in a drawer.''

Mr. Haney: Oh! Any Barry Manilow in your repertoire? He’s a great favorite of mine.

Francine: Er… no.

Mr. Haney: I suggest you look into him. He starts dancing.  One, two, cha-cha-cha. Three four, ta-ta-ta. Oh, I know you kids think grown-ups have forgotten how to be groovy. ''Miss Tingley comes in. ''But I assure you…

Miss Tingley: Mr. Haney!

Mr. Haney: Oh. H-hm. That will be all, Miss Frensky. They shake hands.    We’ll see you next Sunday in the soccer field.

#

The band is rehearsing on the roof again.

Molly: I can’t believe you said yes. We don’t even have a name yet.

Francine: Yeah, well, I’ll think of one. I just need some inspiration. ''She sits down in an armchair. Binky is eating potato chips.''

Binky: Are you inspirated yet?

Francine: No.

Molly: This is boring. Let’s play. They play.

Fern: (sings:) “Don’t want nothing but the music. Don’t need…"      A window opens in the next building.

Neighbor: Hey, you kids! I hate to tell you this but you stink! You hear me?? You stink!

Francine: Oh yeah?! Well, you stink too, you know. You really really… stink. Hey.

# PTA concert
''At the PTA fundraiser Francine looks through the stage curtains at the people. Mr. Haney stands on stage.''

Mr. Haney: Before I introduce our next PTA attraction, I have an important announcement to make. Mr. Pachiva, come on down. A man come on stage and shakes hands with Mr. Haney.    Mr. Pachiva is the winner of our raffle. Miss Tingley, please show him what he’s won. Miss Tingley is carrying what looks like a mat with holes.    It’s a combination potholder and bathmat. From oven to shower in one easy step. And now, as a fitting conclusion to this special day, I am pleased to present the musical stylings of U… huh?

Francine looks through the curtain.

Francine: Stink! ”U Stink“!

Mr. Haney: That’s a rather unusual name. Hehe. Could be a typo. The curtain behind him opens.  It’s something along the lines of you…      The band starts playing.

Francine: Stink!

Fern: “We see the pretty boys, / we see the Barbie girls / climbing their way up the charts. / We see the videos, / where all the fashion plates / lip-sync their ways to your hearts.

Well no offense to them / and no offense to you. / Don't take it personally. / But when it comes to rock / and when it comes to roll / don't need to sell it, 'cause it's born to be free free free!

Don't want nothing but the music! / Don't need the shiny limousine! / Don't want nothing but the music! / Love it or leave it, / the music is all I need.”     Kids start dancing.

Mr. Haney: Oh dear.

Fern: “The TV interviews, / the glossy magazines. / We see the stars' every move. Fern pulls a boy up on stage and dances with him.    / The Grammys pilling up, / the money pouring in. / But tell me, what does it prove? “

Mr. Haney: Francine, this has gone on long enough!

Fern: “'Cause real rock' n roll / is all about your soul. / So hey, when push comes to shove, / forget about the fluff, / the music is enough. / I'm sticking with the stuff that dreams are made of. / It's love!”

Mr. Haney: That’s enough now! Stop the music! He tries to pull the curtain but it is jammed.

Fern: “Don't want nothing but the music! Don’t need no People magazine! / Don't want nothing but the music! / I'm pledging allegiance, / the music is all I need!

Nothing but the music!”

By the end of the song there is a large crowd in front of the stage.

Crowd: (applause)   “U Stink”! “U Stink”!...

Prunella: “U Stink” Oh…  ''She swoons and is caught by Rubella. Muffy looks delighted.''

Arthur: “U Stink!”

Buster: Hey, aren’t we still mad at Francine?

Arthur: Yeah, but… “U Stink”! “U Stink”! ''The curtain closes and Mr. Haney comes on stage. People starts leaving.''

Mr. Haney: Please, people, stay calm! If you feel faint, put your knees between your legs… I mean your head between your… Yes, well, don’t forget to sample some delicious PTA fudge on your way out. Remember, you can always count on fudge.

#

Behind the curtain the “U Stink” members high-five each other.

U Stink: (Yeah!  That was awesome!)

Francine: Wait! Wait! I mean, that was fun and all, but we have to be careful. Stuff like this could ruin us. The others exchange looks.

Mrs. McGrady: You’re right, we shouldn’t let it go to our heads. They pack up their instruments.

''When they leave the stage, several children and adults (including Jenna, Rattles and the Tibbles) are waiting for autographs. ''

Crowd: (excited chatter)   The “U Stink” members, including Francine, smile and give autographs.

#

In preschool Timmy shows D.W. signatures on his face.

Timmy: I got all five. Francine, Molly, Binky, Fern and Mrs. McGrady.

Tommy: Me too. Only I got Francine twice. He shows a signature on his tummy.

D.W.: That’s nothing. I got trading cards, and they’re very very cheap. ''She walks away. The Tibbles run after her.''

#

 In class all the other kids keep looking at Binky, Fern and Francine.

Francine: What are you staring at?

George: Er, nothing.

Mr. Haney (on PA): Will Francine Frensky, please report to my office.

Buster: (softly:)  Someone is in trouble.

Mr. Ratburn: That’s enough. I know we have a couple of rock stars in our midst, but that needn’t distract you from your math.

Francine: Oh, brother!

#

''Francine is in Mr. Haney’s office with a journalist and a cameraman. ''

Mr. Haney: Apparently, they’re from the Cable Access and they want to… What is it you want, exactly?

Journalist: We want to interview the girl who formed the hottest band in Elwood City.

Francine: Who? Me?

Journalist: Of course you. We just need fifteen minutes of your time during recess. Is that all right with you, Mr. Haney?

Mr. Haney: Well, I don’t see why…

Journalist: Fabulous. Now, where can we go that would feel authentic, natural?

# Francine's Interview
''With some difficulty the journalist sits down on a tire swing in the school playground. Francine sits on the swing next to her. A group of kids is standing around them.''

Journalist: Oomph. Ready? Hello, everyone. I’m here at Lakewood Elementary having loads of fun with my dear friend Francine Frensky who formed the group…     Francine looks uncomfortable.

Francine: “U Stink”.

Journalist: That’s right, “U Stink”, with some of her little friends, and, boy, where you a smash at the recent PTA fundraiser.

Francine: I, yeah, I guess.

Journalist: So what’s next for your fabulous fivesome. Another concert? A record deal? I mean, just how do you intend to capitalize on your success? Francine grabs the journalist’s microphone and gets off the swing.

Francine: Why does everyone think music is about making money? Music is about having something to say. I don’t know what we’ll do next, but “U Stink” will never sell out. We’d rather quit then do that. The journalist takes her microphone back.

Journalist: Well, that’s very noble. You heard it here, folks, and that’s a wrap. With Elwood City Access almost live at 4:37 and 2:30 a.m. Did you get that, Manny?

Cameraman: Oh no, I forgot to turn it on. The letters “.REC” appear in a corner of the screen, followed by static.

Journalist: Oh.

#

Francine, Fern and Binky walk along a school corridor.

Francine: So then she asked if we’d perform on TV for the library book sale, but I said no of course. ''They leave the school.''

Fern: Why? Why’d you say no? That’s crazy!

Francine: A: because this whole fame thing is getting out of hand. And B: nobody asked you. It’s my band.

The Tibbles approach them on their bikes.

Timmy: Hey, aren’t you Francine Frensky?

Francine: You know I’m Francine Frensky. I babysit for you.

Timmy: Will you sign my trading card. He holds out a crudely drawn picture labelled “FRANSIN”.

Francine: Your what? My name isn’t even spelled right. Where’d you get this?

Timmy: From D.W. He yells to some other preschoolers.    Hey, it’s “U Stink” and we’re getting their  autographs! The preschoolers run at the older kids who run away.

#

The preschoolers chase Francine, Fern and Binky around a corner, through a department store and into a back alley.

Binky+Fern+Francine: (Right! Left!)

''They go on running. At a red light they stop and the preschoolers stop behind them. They all wait for the green light, then the chase continues.''

Binky: Fern?

Fern: Yes?

Binky: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

''Francine runs on. Binky and Fern stop and give autographs.''

#

''Muffy’s limousine stops next to Francine. Francine jumps in.''

Francine: Thanks, Muffy. You saved my life. Muffy closes the window to the chauffeur.

Muffy: Actually, there’s something I want to talk to you about. I hate to admit it, but “U Stink” isn’t that bad.

Francine: Gee, thanks.

Muffy: No need. There is one problem, though. You don’t have a cute one.

Francine: Muffy, I told you…

Muffy: Wait, you can thank me later. The point is, every band needs a cute one and that’s where I come in. I’m not only cute, but I play the tambourine. So, what do you think?

Francine runs out of the limo.

Muffy: Just see how far you get without a cute one!

Francine: (coughs) Miss Smartypants thinks she knows everything. Busybody Muffy!

#

''Francine walks past the Sugar Bowl. Arthur, Buster and George are inside.''

Arthur: I still think we should form our own band. Why should Francine have all the fun?

Buster: Yeah, and let’s not let her play in it, even if she begs us.

George: What would we call it? They drink and think.

Buster: I’ve got it. How about “We Stink”?

George: That’s so cool!

Arthur: Hooray!

Buster: Francine will die.

George: I stink! You stink!

Arthur+Buster+George: We all stink! All three give a thumbs up.

#

''Arthur is doing homework in his room. D.W. comes in.''

D.W.: Arthur? Is “Frensky” spelled with an H?

Arthur: Of course not, it’s F-R-E-N-S-K-Y.

D.W.: How about “Fern”? Is that spelled with a “B”?

Arthur: Why do you want to know?

D.W.: Because I made all these trading cards, and now they’re spelled wrong, and I have to give the money back, and I already made fourteen dollars. ''She throws the cards on the floor and walks out. Arthur picks one up. It says “FERB”.''

Arthur: You made fourteen dollars from this? Wow!

# Fern's Fantasy
Fern s lying on her bed.

Fern: I can’t believe I have my own “Ferb”-card. I rock!

''She has a fantasy in which she has a punk hairdo. She is standing outside a concert hall and giving autographs to the other kids. ''

Prunella: I just had no idea you were so cool!   Fern signs Buster’s ear.

Buster: You really rock, Fern.

Fern: I know. Her manager comes running.

Manager: Fern! Hurry up! Ten thousand fans are going to be very annoyed, if you don’t get out there at once! He pulls her away.

''Fern walks on stage. The other “U Stink” members are already there.''

Crowd: Fern! Fern! Fern! Fern!...

Fern: Thank you! Yes, thank you! I love you, I do!

Francine stands up from her drum set and walks over to Fern.

Francine: I’ve had just about enough! This is my band, Fern! I’ve started it!

Fern: What can I say? It’s me they love, not you. That’s right, isn’t it?

Crowd: (cheers)

Fern: Sorry. My mother always said, I’d be popular one day.

Francine: Oh. She walks away.

Crowd: Fern! Fern! Fern! Fern!…

''The fantasy ends. There’s a knock. Mrs. Walters looks in.''

Mrs. Walters: Goodnight, sweetie. Tomorrow’s a brand new day.

Fern: You are so right. She puts the card on her nightstand an turns off the light.

#
Fern, Binky and Molly have given an interview.

Francine: How dare you talk to that lady without asking me?? It’s people like that who want us to sell out.

Fern: (mumbles:) It’s not selling out to go on TV.

Francine: What did you say?

Fern: It’s not selling out to go on TV and sign autographs and be popular.

Francine: What about you, Mrs. McGrady? Do you wanna go on TV and sign autographs and be popular?

Mrs. McGrady: No, but I think it’s silly to spend so much time arguing. Let’s just play and have fun.

Binky is eating snacks.

Francine: What about you, Binky. Do you want to sell out.

Binky: Er, maybe. I need a bigger pair of pants.

Francine: That’s it!! I hereby dissolve “U Stink”! Pause.

Fern: Are we supposed to melt or something?

Francine: You do what you want. I’m leaving! Molly plays a chord.    There’s one thing we got right: the name of the band. You guys stink! She slams the door.

Mrs. McGrady: Oh, honey, you don’t mean that. Come back. She runs after Francine.

Molly: So now what?

Fern: Well, I have an idea.

#
''Francine is in the girls’ bathroom. She hides in a cubicle as Muffy and Prunella enter.''

Prunella: They are so cool.

Muffy: But what happened to Francine?

Prunella: Francine is so last week. She quit the group.

Muffy: No. Well, then these cards are really worthless.

Prunella: Oh, did I tell you. I’ve got tickets to the Backstreet Boys.

#
Francine wakes up from a nightmare in which she sold popcorn at a “U Stink” concert.

Francine: Popcorn. More Popcorn. Er! Ugh! It wasn’t even salted.

#
Arthur, Buster and George jam in the Reads' home as “We Stink”.

George: That last part doesn’t rhyme, you know.

Buster: I know. I couldn’t find anything that rhymed with music. Except for “goozik”.

Arthur: Is that a word?

Buster: No.

#
“We Stink” rehearse in the treehouse.

D.W.: I hate to tell you this, but you guys stink!

Arthur: No, “We Stink”. Our name is “We Stink”.

D.W.: That’s what I said. You stink! She climbs down.    Boy, not too smart either.

#
“U Stink” hires Muffy as manager.

Molly: But we need a new song!

Muffy: Forget the song. When you’re famous you can buy a song.

#
In the cafeteria everybody invites Fern to their table.

Francine: I guess it pays to be a traitor.

Fern: I’m not a traitor. You are the one who quit. Anyway, I can’t help it if I’m popular.

Francine: They only like you because you sing in a band that I started.

Fern: That’s not true. They like me because… They just do.

Francine: How many friends did you have before you joined “U Stink”? One? Two?

Fern: Just because it took me a while to make friends, doesn’t mean you have the right to…

Mrs. McGrady: Come with me.

The girls follow Mrs. McGrady in to the kitchen.

Mrs. McGrady: This is ridiculous. As a libra and a pisces you two should be as tight as grits and gravy.

Fern: It’s not my fault!

Francine: She’s the one who…!

Mrs. McGrady: Hear me out. Francine, you can’t blame Fern for wanting to continue “U Stink”. It’s a good group and it’s fun to make music.

Francine: But…

Mrs. McGrady: And Fern, you can’t blame Francine for being upset. She started “U Stink”. We should do everything we can to get her back.

Francine: (sighs)

Fern: I wasn’t trying to take “U Stink” away from you, Francine, or sell out, or anything. I just wanted to mean…

Muffy bursts in with several rolled up papers.

Muffy: Ah, there you are. I have plans for making “U Stink” famous. First we make a video and send it to the Backstreet Boys. I know they’ll love it, and I’m sure they’ll let us sing with them on tour. After that we cut a demo, make some licensing deals. It’s great that you’re in charge now, Fern, because…

Francine: Hhh!! Fern looks unhappy.

Muffy: What? What’s wrong?

Fern: Like I said. You’re nothing but a traitor. She leaves the room.

Mrs. McGrady: We can try again when she’s cooled down.

Muffy: And in the meantime we have a video to make.

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Francine wants to fire Buster from “We Stink”.

Buster: I don’t wanna be in a band that you’re in. I quit.

Arthur: I quit too!

Buster: We’ll form a new band and call it “She Stinks”. They leave the treehouse.

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Mr. Crosswire is on the phone in his office.

Mr. Crosswire: By tomorrow, do you hear?? No ifs, ands, buts, maybes, whatabouts…

Muffy: Daddy? I have a problem.

Mr. Crosswire: Gotta go! Emergency! He hangs up.    A problem? Well, you just tell me what it is, Muffin, and I’ll take care of it immediately.

Muffy: I sent a package to Nick Carter one whole week ago, and I haven’t heard back from him.

Mr. Crosswire: Nick who?

Muffy: Carter. You know, he’s one of the Backstreet Boys. The one I really really really like, although I actually really really like them all.

Mr. Crosswire: Let me get this straight. You sent a package to the Backstreet Boys and you haven’t heard back from them.

Muffy: shakes head    Make them answer me.

Mr. Crosswire: stands up  Muffin. There are certain facts of life I have tried desperately to keep from you, but… well… I’m afraid I can’t always help you. This is one of those times.

Muffy: What?? But you’re a sponsor of their concert! You’re a Crosswire! You make things happen!

Mr. Crosswire: Oh, that’s true, Sweetums. Now, I might be able to put in a word at the concert, but as much as it pains me to say these words, compared to the Backstreet Boys we Crosswires are… small potatoes.

Muffy: Hh! Thunder and lightning.

Mr. Crosswire: Are you all right, Sweetums? Can I get you anything?

Muffy: No, thank you. I’m fine. She walks out sadly.

Mr. Crosswire: Hey, how about a cheque? Would a big old cheque make you feel any better?

Muffy looks in the mirror in her room.

Muffy: I’m a potato. A small potato. I swear, I’ll meet Nick Carter if it’s the last thing I ever do! ''She cries. ''I swear it as my great-granddaddy Crosswire is my witness!

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Binky looks around the audience at the Backstreet Boys concert.

Binky: Hey, there’s Prunella! There’s Arthur! There’s the crosswalk lady! There’s the guy who mows the playground! There’s the kid who… oh yeah… You’re the kid who called me a lunkhead, and kid, don’t think I forgot about you!! I didn’t…

Molly: All right already.

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Mrs. McGrady has spotted the sulking Francine in the audience.

Mrs. McGrady: Isn’t this great? I have a feeling this is going to be the best night of your life. My pinky started aching this morning and that’s always good news. She leaves.

Francine: You know, I really like her, but sometimes she’s just bats.

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When “U Stink” is called to perform at the concert, Francine freezes.

Molly: Go! Come on!

Mrs. McGrady: Francine? Backstreet Boy Brian puts a hand on her shoulder.

Brian: I felt the same way when I first got on the big stage. So don’t look. Just focus on the drumset, think about the song, and keep the music in your head at all times. You’ll be fine. Francine nods and starts playing.

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The Crosswires and Francine walk up to the Crosswire limo.

Mr. Crosswire: Are you all right, Muffin?

Muffy: I don’t know what’s worse, losing “U Stink” or discovering that Nick is not a businessman. I mean, I offered him the deal of a lifetime and he wasn’t even interested. I just can’t love a boy like that. ''She gets in the limo. ''

The Backstreet Boys appear.

Francine: There’s something I gotta do. She runs up to the Backstreet Boys.     Hey! I just wanted to say, I used to think you guys were sellouts, and I really do hate that commercial stuff and all, but you really are good musicians. I guess it’s okay to want to make it, you know, be famous and all, just so long as you don’t forget that music is more important, right? Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. Bye now.

Howie: Right.

Brian: Okay.

Nick: See ya.

Kevin: Hey, who was that?

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Here are the lyrics to "I Want it That Way". Yeah-eh-heah You are my fire The one desire Believe when I say I want it that wayBut we are two worlds apart Can't reach to your heart When you say That I want it that wayTell me why Ain't nothin' but a heartache Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a mistake Tell me why I never want to hear you say I want it that way Am I your fire? Your one desire Yes I know it's too late But I want it that wayTell me why Ain't nothin' but a heartache Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a mistake Tell me why I never want to hear you say I want it that wayNow I can see that we've fallen apart From the way that it used to be Yeah No matter the distance I want you to know That deep down inside of meYou are my fire The one desire You are (you are you are you are)Don't want to hear you say Ain't nothin' but a heartache Ain't nothin' but a mistake (Don't want to hear you say) I never want to hear you say I want it that wayTell me why Ain't nothin' but a heartache Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a mistake Tell me why I never want to hear you say I want it that wayTell me why Ain't nothin' but a heartache Ain't nothin' but a mistake Tell me why I never want to hear you say (Never want to hear you say it) I want it that way'Cause I want it that way