My Fair Tommy/Transcript

The Tibbles are lying in bed.

Timmy: But we always switch our scarves when we get time-outs. That's what makes it so fun.

Tommy: Then why don't we make you the one who always gets the time-outs?

Timmy: Because you're better at it than me.

Tommy: I am?

Timmy: Oh, sure!

Tommy: Wow! Thanks.

Timmy: Don't mention it. Good night.

Tommy: Wait a minute!

A minute later Mrs. Table hears sounds of fighting from the corridor. Tommy is hitting Timmy with a teddy bear. When she enters, the boys stop.

Timmy+Tommy: He did it!

Tommy: Uh-oh.

On the preschool playground the next day the Tibbles are playing in the sandbox.

Timmy: Wow, Tommy, you were even better at getting that time-out from Grandma then you were at school. 

Tommy looks unhappy. Behind them D.W. sits on the swing with her replacement cupcake. Emily stands beside her.

Emily: Here you go, DW.

Timmy: Okay. Time to wreck the castle.   He stomps on the sand castle. Tommy walks over to D.W.

D.W.: Stop right there, young man! This is my replacement cupcake.

Tommy: I just wanna ask you something.

D.W.: Frisk him, Emily!     Emily pats Tommy down.

Emily: He's clean.

D.W.: What is it?

Tommy: Can you...  teach me to be good?

D.W.: It's a trick, Emily. Run!     The girls run away.

Tommy: No, I mean it! I don't wanna be punished anymore.    

Timmy: Hh!     The girls stop.

D.W.+Emily: (laugh)     

D.W.: You can't be good, you're a Tibble!      Tommy sadly walks back to the sandbox.     Can you believe Tommy thinks he could ever learn to be good?! Haha.

Emily: Haha. Yeah, who's next - Timmy?  Hahaha.

D.W.: Hm…

The girls have a fantasy in which the Tibbles, dressed in tuxedos, open the door of a limousine in which the girls are sitting.

Tommy: Well, hello, ladies, and how are you doing this fine day?

Timmy: Shall we escort you to school?    Tommy takes of his jacket and puts it around Emily’s shoulders.

Tommy: Why, girls, you look cold. Timmy!   

Timmy does the same for D.W. and they escort the girls to the preschool door. The fantasy ends.

Emily: You’re right. No one could pull that off. I can’t believe he even asked you.   She takes a bit of D.W.’s cupcake.

D.W.+Emily: (laugh)     

D.W.: It’s not that funny. I mean, if anyone if anyone could teach him, it would be me. I did win the Good Behaviour Award!

Emily: So have half the kids in pre-school.

D.W.: What would you give me if I could do it?

Emily: If you can get a Tibble to win the Good Behavior Award, I'll do all your snack-time clean-ups for a month.     They shake hands.

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Emily helps D.W. clean up after the Tibbles.

Emily: It's not your fault. Once a Tibble, always a Tibble!

D.W.: It's not that simple, Emily. Tommy has four years of bad behavior to unlearn. A tree house isn't built in a day!

Emily: How many days is it built in?

D.W.: I guess you're right. But if you could have seen the way his eyes lit up when he finally realized that flowers weren't for eating!

Cut to the preschool playground where Tommy eats a flower.

Ms. Morgan: Time for the Good Behavior Of The Week Award. And the winner is...  Tommy Tibble.

Everybody claps. Tommy runs up to Miss Morgan who gives him a vanilla cupcake.

Tommy: Vanilla? I hate vanilla! Where's the chocolate one?

Ms. Morgan: I'm sorry, Tommy. I made a vanilla one today.    Tommy throws the cupcake down.

Tommy: I want chocolate! I'm supposed to get chocolate!     Timmy’s face lights up.

Timmy: He's back!

D.W. and Emily have built a castle in the sandbox.

Emily: It's not like it was all for nothing. I'm sure he at least learned something.   The Tibbles come.

Tommy: Hello, DW. What a nice sand castle you've made. May we please destroy it?

The girls exchange looks, then step back.

Tommy: After you, Timmy.

Timmy: Thank you, Tommy. You are most kind.    They jump on the castle. then run away.

D.W.+Emily: (sighs) Tibbles!