Happy Anniversary/Transcript

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Buster: We're just specks of dust floating in space! Aw, my great works have all been for nothing.

Arthur: Great works?

Buster: Yeah. Like those eighteen hotdogs I ate at the fair. I got first place. He points to a ribbon on his chest. Oh yeah. And I also saved a cat.

Mr. Ratburn: Changing the way you look at something can change the way you think and feel about it. That'll be the topic of your paper. Due Monday.

Buster: What?? Now I'm not just a speck of dust. I'm a speck of dust with homework on the weekend.

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Arthur sits on the couch with a Bionic Bunny action figure. His eyes are glued to the TV.

TV announcer: The episode you've all been waiting for. Where Bionic Bunny meets Dark Bunny. What is their strange connection? Find out tonight on the tenth anniversary Bionic Bunny special...

TV announcer+Arthur: ...when all will be revealed.

D.W.: Arthur!

Arthur: Hh! He drops the figure.

D.W.: Mom and Dad's juice is getting warm! And where are the waffles? It'll be lunchtime soon!

Arthur: I'm coming. I'm coming. He gets off the couch.

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Arthur toasts waffles and puts them on plates while D.W. impatiently taps her foot.

D.W.: Wait! Arthur puts the plates on a tray and adds an envelope. Meanwhile D.W. gets parsley from the refrigerator and puts small sprigs on the waffles. There! Now it's fancy. What's that? It's blocking the juice I poured.

Arthur: My card. He takes the card out of the envelope. (reads:) “Dear Mom and Dad. Happy tenth anniversary. Love, Arthur.” He puts the card back.

D.W.: That's it?? All you're giving them is a card? Did you even make that yourself?

Arthur: I picked it out and bought it with my allowance. Where's your present?

D.W.: Feast your eyes on this! She takes an aluminum plate with crude pictures of three heads out of her backpack.

Arthur: What is it?

D.W.: It's a family portrait. See? There's Mom, Dad, and me. Sorry, there wasn't enough glue for you. She puts the plate on the tray. And the best part is, it's tin. That's the official present of tenth anniversaries. Emily told me.

Arthur: That's not tin.

D.W.: It isn't?

Arthur: Nope. It's called a pie tin, but it's actualy made of aluminum. He puts his card in front of the plate. A completely different metal. So I guess your “portrait” is no more official than my card. He takes the tray.

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The parents are still in bed. Mrs. Read admires the card, Mr. Read the picture on the plate.

Mrs. Read: How sweet. Thank you, Arthur.

Mr. Read: And is this your beautiful creation, D.W.?

D.W.: Yes. But it's not your official tenth anniversary present. Arthur looks surprised. That's coming later.

Mrs. Read: Maybe you can work on it at Grandma Thora's. You're staying there tonight, remember?

D.W.: Oh, it'll be finished way before then. I just have to find the right materials. She gives Arthur an angry look.

Mr. Read: Ah. A night at “l'Auberge d'Aubergine”. I hear the duck à l'orange is amazing.

Mrs. Read: (French accent:) Only zee best for mon chéri. (giggles) The parents kiss.The children close their eyes.

Arthur+D.W.: Ew!

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Arthur is sitting at Buster's desk.

Arthur: (writes:) “If I were the size of an ant, this pencil would seem as tall as a tree.” Oh. He slumps on the desk. Buster comes in with a cheese sandwich on a plate. Buster, now isn't the time for a snack! We only have six hours before the special.

Buster: This isn't a snack. It's my homework. Or half of it.

Arthur: You're going to hand in a sandwich?

Buster: Not just any sandwich, Arthur. All it has on it is an old slice of Swiss without any mayo. Pretty bland, huh?

Arthur: Yeah, but what does that have to do with our homework?

Buster: If you hadn't eaten in three days, this would seem like a feast. See? That's the power of perspective.

Arthur: That's the power of your stomach.

Buster: I'll write a paragraph too, but this will be my visual aid. What have you written?

Arthur: Nothing. He crumples his sheet of paper. Everything I come up with is just like that movie we saw.

Buster: You could write something from the point of view of this piece of cheese. Think how cozy he must feel between two soft pieces of bread. Actually I think I'll use that. You can think of something else. Arthur picks up his backpack.

Arthur: Yeah, but not here. I have to go home.

Buster: (with full mouth:) Remember. Seven o'clock. Don't be late.

Arthur: You might want to make sure there's more cheese in your fridge. You just ate your essay. He goes out. Buster looks at his partly eaten sandwich. Bird's eye view of the Baxters' condo.

Buster: Nooo!!

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Arthur has brought a large bag with him.

Arthur: It's for my costume. Buster and I are dressing up as characters from Bionic Bunny. For the special.

D.W.: You should go as someone who ruins tenth anniversary presents. Everything was perfect until you told my about aloona-moon.

Mr. Read: I'm not even gonna ask.

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The Read family got lost with their van. D.W.: This is all your fault!

Arthur: How is it my fault?

D.W.: I don't know yet. But I'll find out.

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Mr. Read: It's getting dark and we don't have a flashlight. Arthur: Wait, I have something. He puts on a headband around his nose with two small lamps. It's part of my “Laser Nostrils”-costume.

D.W.: That's a costume?? Two flashlights up your nose?

Mr. Read: Why don't you leave it off for now. We wouldn't want to scare anyone away.