D.W. Beats All/Transcript

Fern's House
Fern Walters: There. All sorted.

(banging noise)

Fern: (gasps)

Westboro Apartments
Francine Frensky: Ow!

In the backyard
(the noise gets louder)

Buster Baxter: What is that?

(It is quiet)

Buster: Phew. (an acorn falls on his head) Ow!

(the card castle falls down)

Boys: (gasping)

In front of the Tibbles' house
Francine: What was that? An explosion?

Fern: Earth?

Arthur Read: Aliens?

Buster: You really think so?

Arthur: No, but I knew you'd say that.

(drumming)

Buster: It's coming from behind that fence!

Francine Frensky: Uh-oh.

Arthur: Oh, no.

D.W.: Cool!

(Intertitle)

D.W. Beats All

Writers: Raye Lankford and Ken Scarborough

Storyboard Artist: Jeremy O'Neill

Binky Barnes: (voice-over) D.W. Beats All!

Arthur: (gasps)

D.W.: Ta-da!

(Back to the story)

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The noise turns out to be the Tibble twins playing a drumset.

Mrs. Tibble: Aren't they cute? I found the drums at a garage sale today. Now the twins can play in the Summer Serenade.

Arthur: Summer Serenade?

Mrs. Tibble: Haven't you heard? The parks department is having a summer music festival. Anyone can play. There'll be music, sing-alongs and, at the end, fireworks. A gardener who is clipping the hedge drops his clippers and runs away.

Timmy: Only no-one will hear them. We'll be too loud.

Tommy: We'll turn that serenade into a noisappaloosa.

Timmy: Noisappaloosa!

Arthur: Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?

Fern: Ear plugs?

Arthur: No. We should play in the Summer Serenade. We can practise at my house.

D.W. comes with a tambourine.

D.W.: Can I try?

Timmy+Tommy: (laugh)

Tommy: No way! Go play with your baby toy.

D.W.: Baby?? I'll show you!

#
D.W. and Mrs. Read are sitting on the couch.

D.W.: Arthur has a piano and all he does is this. She walks to the piano and hits a few keys.

Mrs. Read, Arthur and D.W. are setting the table.

Mrs. Read: If you really want to play drums, D.W., you can have lessons.

D.W.: I don't need lessons! I need drums!

Mrs. Read is bringing D.W. to bed.

D.W.: Besides, I can't waste time on lessons. I only have until Saturday. I need drums now!

Mrs. Read: I'm sorry, D.W., but you can't have everything you want just because you ask for it.

D.W.: Well, this is a fine time to tell me. Mrs. Read kisses her goodnight and turns off the light.

#
The Reads are sitting at the dinner table.

Mr. Read: That little combo sounded great today, Arthur. What are you gonna call your band?

Arthur: We've already used “U Stink” and “We Stink”. There aren't any good names left