D.W. Rides Again (episode)/Transcript

Introduction

Arthur rides his bike down the street.

Arthur: Do your little brothers and sisters have to do everything that you do?

D.W. overtakes him on her bike with training wheels.

D.W.: Arthur!

Arthur: Even if they're too young? Like at my birthday party...

Flashback: Francine blindfolds Arthur for a game of “Pin the tail on the donkey”.

D.W.: My turn! I wanna play now.

She grabs the donkey’s tail.

Arthur: The games are for big kids, D.W.

He walks off.

D.W.: I'm not little! I can play this.

She holds her hand over her eyes and pins the tail on Arthur’s backside.

Kids: (giggle)

Arthur: What's so funny? What?

Flashback: Arthur prepares to throw a hoop while Brain, Buster, and Binky watch.

Arthur (narrator): Or the time she entered a basketball shooting contest just because I did?

He throws. Judging from the boys’ reaction, he misses. The girls are at the other side of the gymnasium. D.W. scores.

Girls: (cheer)

Arthur throws again. The boys look disappointed.

Arthur (narrator): And she won. That was embarrassing.

The flashback ends.

D.W.: Arthur!

Arthur: Now she wants to ride a two-wheeler.

D.W. overtakes him again.

D.W.: Arthur!

Arthur: What is it, D.W.?

D.W.: I don't know how to stop!

Title Card: Super Sister

Arthur glues a poster for a bike-a-thon to a fence. Then he rings Mrs. Tibble’s door.

Arthur: Hi, Mrs. Tibble. Have you heard about the bike-a-thon?

Mrs. Tibble: The bike-a-thon where people donate money for each mile you ride?

Arthur: Yes, the money’s for the school.

The twins look from under the floorboards beside Arthur.

Timmy: Hey, Arthur! Go away! We’re riding in the bike-a-thon.

Tommy: Grandma's sponsoring us!

Mrs. Tibble: Now, boys, I can donate to Arthur, too.

Arthur: Thanks, Mrs. Tibble. Bye, guys. Aahh!

He tries to leave and falls, because the twins have tied his shoelaces together.

Timmy+Tommy: (chuckle)

***

D.W. rides up to Arthur and Francine on a tricycle. Arthur is just putting on his bike helmet.

D.W.: Are we going riding, Arthur?

Arthur: You can’t come, D.W. We’re practicing for the bike-a-thon.

D.W.: So? I can ride in the bike-a-thon with you guys.

Francine: I don’t think you can. A tricycle can't keep up with two-wheelers.

D.W.: I bet I can! I'm good.

She rides a few yards backwards and forwards. Buster comes on his bike.

Arthur: Hi, Buster.

Francine: Did your mom say you can ride in the bike-a-thon, Buster?

Buster: Yeah, but I have to carry a cellular phone and call every half mile.

Arthur: Great! We'd better start getting in shape.

The big kids ride off, D.W. follows.

Arthur: We can't slow down for you, D.W. We have to practice.

D.W.: You don't have to slow down for me.

The others overtake her.

The kids go up a hill. D.W. falls behind.

D.W.: (pants) She stops pedaling on top of the hill and rolls backwards. Aaaahh! Whoa! She crashes backwards into the Reads’ garage. (pants)

***

In her imagination, D.W. stands in front of the garage with a new bike and a winged helmet. A golden plate below the seat says “D.W.”. She puts her foot on the pedal and the bike drives off with the sound of a motorbike.

D.W. overtakes Arthur, Francine, and Buster who start spinning.

A girl on horseback rides through Monument Valley. She notices D.W. catching up with her. She and the horse spin and dig themselves into the ground.

Two race car drivers are overtaken by D.W.

Driver: Wow! What kind of bike is that?

D.W.: A two-wheeler! Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

The fantasy ends. D.W. sits on her tricycle in front of the garage.

D.W.: Vroom, vroom, vroom!

Timmy+Tommy: (laugh)

The Tibbles are at the gate on two-wheelers.

D.W.: Vr...o...oom….

Timmy: Hey, D.W., it sounds like you sprung a leak.

Timmy+Tommy: (laugh)

Tommy: Do you like our new bikes?

Each boy presses a button on the handle. A bat and a panther pop out of boxes.

Timmy: I guess you can't ride in the bike-a-thon like us.

Tommy: Because it's a bike-a-thon, not a trike-a-thon! (laughs)

***

The Reads sit at the dinner table. Kate puts her head in her bowl and drinks.

Mrs. Read: Use your spoon, dear.

Arthur: Mom, do I have to have broccoli?

Mr. Read: Arthur, if you don't eat your broccoli...

D.W.: Father, may I serve you potatoes?

Mr. Read: Thank you, D.W.

D.W.: My compliments to the chef. Everything is delicious.

Mr. Read: Well, how nice of you, honey.

Mrs. Read: Okay, D.W. What do you want?

D.W.: I want to ride a two-wheeler. If Arthur can do it, how hard can it be? Please?

***

D.W. is in a bike shop with her parents. One bike has lots of glittering reflectors.

D.W.: Too flashy. One bike has a toothy mouth painted on the front. Too angry. A pink bike with wings. Too girly. A bike with a tiny front wheel. Well, that'll last about an hour before it breaks.

A boy walks up to the bike.

Boy Wow!

D.W.: Huh?

She pulls away from her mom’s hand.

Mrs. Read: Huh?

D.W looks at a bike that looks almost like the one from her fantasy.

D.W.: Wow! She spins a pedal. Mm. She touches the frame. Ohh. She feels the saddle. Mm. (sighs) She walks up to her parents. I love it!

~~~

In the Reads’ garage, D.W. directs her dad as he takes the bike out of the car’s trunk.

D.W.: Careful, careful! This way. Okay. Put it down right there. He does. Hmm!

Mrs. Read: Is something wrong?

D.W.: Yup. She runs to a stool and draws something on a piece of paper. There! Ta-da!

She has written “D.W.”

The D.W.-sign is now attached to the back of the bike.

D.W.: Now it's perfect.

***

Mr. Read is building a lasagna that looks like the Taj Mahal.

D.W.: I'm ready for my first lesson.

Mr. Read: I’m sorry, D.W., I have to finish this lasagna Taj Mahal for the Elwood City culture club. And your Mom's gone into town.

D.W.: (sobs)

Mr. Read: Arthur!

Mr. Read walks out to the street, where Arthur, Francine, Buster, and Brain are standing with their bikes.

Mr. Read: Could you do me a big favor and give D.W. a riding lesson? Please.

Arthur: But, Dad, we have to practice.

Mr. Read: Thanks.

Arthur: You guys ride without me. I have to teach my sister.

Buster: I'll help you.

Francine: We'll all help. We’re the best bike riders going.

***

The kids stand in front of the garage with D.W.’s bike.

Brain: Let's start with the basics. He takes out a pointing stick. This is a bicycle. Its propulsion consists of an interlocking...

D.W.: I just want to ride it, not build one.

Francine: Excuse me, Professor Complicated! D.W., everyone knows the most important thing about riding is…

Arthur: Stopping!

Brain: Pedaling!

Buster: Steering!

Francine: Going really, really fast!

Arthur: Let's start with something we all agree on - wearing a helmet.

He puts one on D.W.

Brain: You’re putting it on backwards.

He turns it sideways.

Francine: That is not backwards.

She moves it so that it goes over D.W.’s eyes.

Arthur: Francine, it's covering her eyes.

Francine adjusts the helmet correctly.

Francine: It's not covering her eyes, it’s protecting them.

Kids: (argue)

D.W. runs to her bike and whistles.

Francine: Huh?

Buster’s watch beeps.

Buster: Oops. Gotta get home for lunch.

Brain: Me, too.

Francine: Me, three.

They leave. D.W. gets on the bike.

D.W.: Vroom!

Arthur: I'll teach you more after lunch, D.W.

He leaves.

D.W.: Arthur, How do I get down?

***

After lunch, Arthur and D.W. meet on the sidewalk in front of their house.

Arthur: Time for your next lesson.

D.W. turns in the saddle.

D.W.: Whee! Teach me tricks.

Arthur: First, you have to learn the hand signals. He raises his right hand. Right turn. D.W. imitates him. Left turn. Slow down and stop.

D.W.: What's this mean?

She waves her hands and makes a silly face.

Arthur: I don't know. What?

Mr. Sipple comes running with a cabbage head. He has a towel wrapped around him like he just came out of the shower.

D.W.: Hi, Mr. Sipple. What's this?

Mr. Sipple: What’s that? You did this. He makes the silly face. Where I come from, doing that on a bike means "bring me a cabbage fast." (gasps) I left the tub running! Bye!

He runs off.

Arthur: Let's go. I want to hit the open road and feel the wind in my hair. Are you ready to pedal?

D.W.: I'm ready.

He gives her a push.

Arthur: Pedal!

D.W.: Arthur! I don't know how to stop.

Arthur: Pedal backwards.

Offscreen, a crash is heard.

D.W.: Ooh- Oof! Arthur runs to D.W. who is lying on her side. (sobs)

***

Arthur rides his bike, followed by D.W. who is using training wheels. They both give a hand sign before turning round a corner. They stop at an intersection at the park to let a bus go by.

***

Arthur and D.W. get chased by three dogs.

Arthur: This is a very important lesson: avoid dogs!

***

The Tibbles are riding their bikes in their yard.

Timmy+Tommy: Vroom! Vroom! Beep! Beep! Beep! Whoa!

D.W.: Slow down! I want the Tibbles to see me on a two-wheeler. (gasps)

Timmy and Tommy make the bat and panther pop out of their bikes.

Tommy: Hey, Timmy, look at those doofy training wheels.

D.W.: Grr!

Timmy: (laughs) For a minute, I thought D.W. was on a real two-wheeler.

Timmy+Tommy: (laugh)

***

The Reads sit at the dinner table. Kate sticks a slice of banana on her forehead.

D.W.: Father, this broccoli is so good, I think I’d like some for dessert.

Mrs. Read: What do you want now, D.W.?

D.W.: Arthur, tell them how well I ride.

Arthur: She did good.

D.W.: Good? I was great. I'm ready to ride without training wheels. Pleaaase?

***

In the garage, the training wheels are off. Arthur and the parents watch D.W.

D.W.: I've never felt so free. She looks uncomfortable, then falls to the side. Ow!

***

Mr. Read holds D.W. steady.

D.W.: Okay, let go... now! Aaah! She disappears offscreen and crashes. Her family wince, then rush to help. D.W. has fallen upside down into a trashcan. Help!

Mr. Read is about to pull her out.

Arthur: Face it, Dad, she's too little.

D.W.: No, I'm not!

***

D.W. stands on a stool in the kitchen. There are several band-aids on her and Mrs. Read adds one more.

Mr. Read: I can put the training wheels back on for the bike-a-thon, and you can take your time learning.

D.W.: I am not too little! I don’t want any help. I can learn this stuff myself.

She puts on her helmet and jumps off the stool.

***

Pal and Kate watch from the window, as D.W. practices in front of the garage. She sits on the bike with one foot on a small box. She raises the foot and falls.

D.W.: Oof!

Kate: Mmm.

***

D.W. tries again. This time she is able to ride a few yards.

D.W.: Aaaah! Oof!

She crashes into the fence. Little Tibbles circle round her head and laugh.

***

D.W. holds on to the fence, then starts riding. She does well, until the Tibbles overtake her and she loses control.

D.W.: Whoaaa!

She crashes into the neighbor’s garage.

***

On a rainy day, Pal and Kate watch D.W. crash into the garage door.

D.W.: Whoa! Oof!

***

D.W.’s arms, legs, and face are covered in band-aids.

D.W.: I don’t care if it takes till I’m twenty-one and I’m a giant scab, I’m gonna learn to do this!

She starts riding.

Kate: (giggles)

She hugs Pal, who licks her.

D.W. passes Arthur, Francine, and Buster.

Arthur: All right, D.W.!

Francine: You're riding great.

D.W.: I know.

***

The Tibbles ride their bikes in their yard.

Timmy+Tommy: Vroom! Vroom! Beep! Beep! Beep!

D.W.: Hi, Tommy. Hi, Timmy.

Tommy: Aaah! Oof.

He falls over a rock while Timmy rides into a bush.

Timmy: Aaah!

***

On the day of the bike-a-thon, people on their bikes wait at the starting line.

Mr. Haney: The bike-a-thon officially begins when I wave the green flag. Go!

The bike-a-thon starts. D.W. rides next to her parents. Kate sits in a baby seat behind her dad.

Mr. Read: Do you feel grown-up riding a two-wheeler, D.W.?

D.W.: Uh-huh.

The Tibbles overtake them.

Timmy+Tommy: Hi, D.W.!

D.W. sees a blonde lady in a sports car.

D.W.: Mom, Dad, how old do I have to be to drive a car? Not a big car, just a little convertible, so I can feel the wind in my hair. I won't go fast. I promise.