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.