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Grandpa Dave's Old Country Farm/Transcript
Arthur's Bedroom[edit]
Arthur: Sometimes a vacation doesn't turn out the way you expect, like the time we went to Lurid Caverns.
Lurid Caverns[edit]
Jane: It's pitch-black in here!
(D.W. is hanging from a stalagmite)
D.W.: HELP!
State Capitol[edit]
Arthur: (V.O.) Then there was the time we went to the State Capitol.
Tour Guide: The rotunda was constructed in 1835 using over 200 tons of genuine Saskatchewan soapstone. Would anyone like to guess how many blocks of soapstone it took to make this building? Don't be shy. Speak up.
Dave's Farm[edit]
Arthur: (V.O.) But there's one place that's always great to go on vacation - Grandpa Dave's farm. There's all kinds of great animals there, there's a great swimming hole, it even smells better there! And, of course, having Grandpa Dave around isn't so bad, either.
Dave: Come and get it! Hot, fresh, and delicious! Who wants another cob?
(Arthur burps)
Title Card[edit]
Intertitle: D.W. Chases the Toad
Grandpa Dave's Old Country Farm
Writer: Matt Steinglass --- Storyboard Artists: Jean Pagan and Norm Roen
D.W.: Wait! Come back!
Francine Frensky: (V.O.) Grandpa Dave's Old Country Farm.
Selected Scenes[edit]
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Grandpa Dave: And that’s how a hundred and fifty years ago your great-great-grandfather Gustav came to own this farm. Ever since then this family has taken care of the farm, and taken care of it very well, thank you, without any meddling help from busybodies.
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Grandpa Dave’s neighbor Ed takes the kids hiking.
D.W.: Ed, how come Grandpa can’t keep the farm fixed up.
Ed: Well, D.W., that’s a funny thing. Now that your Grandpa’s getting older, the farm’s a lot for him to handle, but he’s a real independent old-timer. Doesn’t like to accept help from anybody.
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Arthur: Um, Grandpa, the fair sure would be fun, but…
Grandpa Dave: Like what? Are you feeling sick?
Arthur: No, I’m fine, but we can’t go to the fair. We have to stay home today and build the hen house.
Grandpa Dave: Horsefeathers. I can’t make you two stay here and work, or what’ll I tell your folks. And besides, this farm has been in our family for a hundred and fifty…
D.W.: But we are your family!
Grandpa Dave: Oh, well, you have a point there. I guess I could use a couple of assistants for a while.
