My Music Rules/Transcript

The Library

Ms. Turner: That's it for the activities this week, everyone. Now I know you've all been looking forward to hearing Piccolo Pete the Musical Clown next week, but sadly, Pete's run away from the circus to join a family. So we're searching for a musician. If anyone has any ideas, let me know.

D.W. Read: Oh, I know! I know!

Arthur Read: How is it that you know you're not going like something even before it happens?

Grandma's House

Arthur: (V.O.) Like when you hear Grandma Thora say—

Grandma: It's a brand-new recipe, and you kids are the first to try it. I call it Thora's Mean Bean Pie.

Basement

Arthur: (V.O.) You don't even have to be a person to know when something's bad news.

Pal: (whimpering)

Arthur: Here, Pal! Here, boy!

Buster Baxter: Come on! Let's go for a ride! Do you think he knows he going to get shots?

Arthur: Nah! He's smart, but he can't be that smart.

Library 2

Arthur: And when D.W. gets an idea, well—

Ms. Turner: Yes, D.W.? You have a suggestion for a musician?

D.W.: How about the guy who wrote Crazy Bus?

Arthur: Argh!

Title Card

Buster: (V.O.) My Music Rules!

Arthur: Hey!

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Mrs. Read has brought D.W. to Grandma Thora’s house.

Grandma Thora: Of course I can watch D.W.. It’s no problem at all.

Mrs. Read: Thanks, Thora. You’re a lifesaver. I’ll pick her up at about five.

Grandma Thora: Five o’clock? Oh my, there is one problem. I’m supposed to meet Sara downtown at four. But maybe you’d like to come along to a concert, D.W.

D.W.: Er, do I have any real choice in this?

Jane: None whatsoever.

D.W.: (feigned enthusiasm:) Oh boy, a concert.

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Arthur and Francine are playing checkers at the Frenskys’ apartment.

Arthur: We must know somebody who’s a musician who can come to the library next week.

Francine: We better find somebody before D.W. finds the guy who wrote Crazy Bus.   Mr. Frensky stands in the door.

Mr. Frensky: Did I hear you say you need a musician?

Francine: Sorry, Dad, they don’t want somebody to play their nose.

Mr. Frensky: I didn’t mean me. I meant your uncle Josh.

Francine: Uncle Josh! Of course, why didn't I think of that? That's a great idea Dad, only... who's uncle Josh?

Mr. Frensky: Well, at least I think he’s your uncle.

Arthur: You play your nose??

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D.W. has invited cellist Yo Yo Ma to give a concert at the library.

D.W.: Well, it’s too late. Yo Mama says he’s coming.