Never, Never, Never/Transcript

Never, Never, Never

Introduction

D.W. stages a puppet show in her room. She moves a Barbie-like doll and a cowboy doll on stage.

D.W.: Now presenting a play about...love. There are all kinds of love, like this kind... She makes the dolls kiss. Icky, I know! Luckily, it's just for grown-ups. Then, there's this kind of love.

She holds up puppets of Emily and herself.

D.W. (as Emily): "Hi, D.W. You're my best friend! I love you."

D.W.: “I love you too, Emily.” That's a pretty good kind. Then there's family love.

She holds up the D.W. puppet and a hand with her family members as finger puppets

D.W. (as Mr. Read): "I love you, D.W."

D.W. (as Mrs. Read): "I love you, D.W."

D.W. (as Kate): "Goo-ga, goo-ga, love you."

D.W. (as Pal): "Woof!"

D.W.: Arthur? Arthur!

D.W. (as Arthur): "I love you, D.W."

D.W.: Thanks. I love you all too. Even you, Arthur. Then there's the best kind of love: grandparents' love.

The D.W. puppet hugs a Thora puppet.

D.W. (as Grandma Thora): "I love you, D.W. And because I love you so very, very much, here's a present.”

D.W.: “Oh, thank you, Grandma. I love you too.”

D.W. (as Grandma Thora): "Wait! Here's another present. And another, and another, and another."

D.W.: I have to say, Grandmas really know how to love you.

Mrs. Read: D.W.? Grandma Thora's here!

D.W. looks out of the puppet theater.

D.W.: Oh, boy! The end! See you later!

Title Card: Super Sister

D.W. comes back into her room with a parcel.

D.W.: Thanks, Grandma! Goodbye! She takes a teddy bear out of the parcel. Now, where will I put you? The toy chest is full. No. The window sill is full. No.

Mrs. Read comes in.

Mrs. Read: Wasn't that nice of Grandma? Even though a half-birthday isn't really a present giving occasion.

D.W.: He can go right in here. She opens a closet and is buried by an avalanche of stuffed animals. Aaahhh!

Mrs. Read: (gasps) D.W., are you okay?

D.W.: Uh-huh.

Mrs. Read: Oh, D.W. This has gotten out of hand. I wanna pack up the toys you don't use anymore and give them to charity.

D.W.: (gasps)

She pretends to faint.

Mrs. Read: I'll go get some empty boxes.

She walks out.

D.W.: What??

***

Mrs. Read gets boxes from the basement. D.W. stands by her.

D.W.: Why can't Dad just build me another closet?

Mrs. Read: Sorry, honey. Arthur had to do this when he was your age too. I'll help you sort through them.

D.W. has an idea.

***

D.W. presents an only partly full closet to her mother.

D.W.: You don't need these boxes. Everything fits now.

Mrs. Read sees that the room is empty but there is a huge pile hidden under the blanket.

Mrs. Read: Hmm. D.W, you haven't played with this since you were two.

She picks a bunny from the pile on the bed and drops it in a box.

D.W.: No, Mom! Not Mr. Floppy!

She takes it out.

Mrs. Read: (sighs) All right. How about this one?

She holds up a monkey.

D.W.: (gasps)

Mrs. Read rolls her eyes.

Mrs. Read: D.W., are you gonna make this easy or hard? It's not like we haven't talked about this before.

She picks up a teddy.

D.W.: Not Barney!

Mrs. Read: I'll give you till next weekend to go through your toys, but I expect you to fill at least two boxes.

She leaves the room.

D.W.: You never, never, never, never, never let me have what I want! You never, never, never, never, never love me as much as Grandma does! Okay, I'll give my toys away. I'll give them all away. But to someone who really loves me.

***

D.W. stands on a bucket in the preschool playground.

D.W.: Listen up, everyone! I have an announcement to make! I'm giving away all of my toys. And all you have to do to get them is tell me how much you love me. Who's first?

Tommy: I love you so much! More than I love Timmy, more than I love Grandma, more than I love my Powerbots video game!

Timmy: I love you even more than Tommy does. Whenever you play in the sandbox, I take all the sand you touch and keep it in a little jar beside my bed.

D.W.: Hm. Weird, but pretty good. Emily? Don't worry, you're a shoo-in!

Emily looks offended.

Emily: I don't wanna play this game.

D.W.: Huh? But you're my best friend!

Emily: I know, but this is silly.

D.W.: (gasps) You're just like my mom! She doesn't love me either!

Tommy: Shame on you, Emily!

Timmy: D.W. is the most loveable person on Earth!

Emily walks away. The Tibbles crowd around D.W.

D.W.: Urgh! Ah! Wait, Emily!

She runs after Emily.

Emily: I'm not gonna play this.

She leaves. The Tibbles pat D.W.’s shoulders.

D.W.: Okay, guys. Enough! (sighs) Just come to my house on Saturday.

The Tibbles high-five each other.

***

The Tibbles pull several carts to the Reads’ house.

The doorbell rings. Arthur opens.

Tommy: Is D.W. home?

***

The Tibbles pull the full carts away.

Timmy: We love you, D.W.!

D.W. waves goodbye.

D.W. walks back into the house. Arthur is reading on the couch.

Arthur: Wow, D.W.! You've done some strange things, but this? Aren't you worried what Mom and Dad are gonna say?

D.W. has a thought bubble in which her mom is kneeling in front of her.

Mrs. Read: Oh, D.W.! I was so wrong! Can you ever forgive me? Please let me buy you lots of new toys to prove I love you!

The thought bubble disappears.

D.W.: Don't worry about me, Arthur. I'll be just fine.

***

Mr. and Mrs. Read stare at the empty closet in D.W.’s room.

D.W.: I can't tell you who I gave them to, but it's people who really love me.

Arthur: Tibbles.

D.W.: Arthur!

Mrs. Read: Well, if that's what you want, but I never asked you to give them all away. Just some of them.

***

At night D.W. sleeps with her stuffed animals. They disappear.

D.W.: Huh? Huh?

She looks around and sees that all her toys are gone. Nadine appears.

Nadine: Can't sleep without your stuffed animals, huh?

D.W.: I don't wanna talk about it.

Nadine: Hey, I know. Knock, knock.

D.W.: Who's there?

Nadine: Orange.

D.W.: Orange who?

Nadine: Orange you glad you found out who your real friends are?

D.W.: (laughs) Good one, Nadine. Hey! I know. Since the Tibbles love me so much, I'm sure they'll let me play with my old toys. (yawns) Now I can sleep.

Nadine disappears.

***

The Tibbles have grouped the stuffed animals around the sandbox.

Timmy: Sure, you can play with your toys, D.W. We've got a really good game planned with them today.

A handful of mud hits a unicorn.

D.W.: (gasps)

The Tibbles throw mud at the toys.

Timmy: Weeyah!

Tommy: Peeyow!

D.W.: What are you doing??

Tommy: Playing ambush! Today it's Trolls versus Unicorns! Weeyah!

D.W. picks up a troll.

D.W.: That's not how you play with them! You comb their hair and...

Tommy: Comb their hair?!

Timmy+Tommy: (laugh)

They throw mud at the troll in D.W.’s hand and at the other toys. D.W. steps between them.

D.W.: No! I don't like this! I thought you said you loved me.

Tommy: We do love you, D.W.

Timmy: But we love battles too.

Tommy: Weeyah!

Timmy: Peeyow!

D.W.: Stop it right now or you can't play with my toys anymore!

Tommy: They're not your toys, D.W.

Timmy: You gave them to us, remember?

D.W. leaves.

***

Emily and Sarah walk over the playground.

Emily: (laughs)

They see D.W. crying.

D.W.: (sobs)

Emily: (gasps) D.W., what happened?

D.W.: Like you care!

She walks away.

***

Arthur is doing his homework in his room. D.W. stands in the door.

Arthur: Why don't you just tell Mom and Dad?

D.W.: Mom will say it's all my fault. She doesn't care about me. No-one does! But maybe you could...

Arthur: No. I have a really big homework project this week.

D.W.: Of course! If nobody else loves me, why would you?

She closes the door.

Nadine is hovering outside.

Nadine: Knock knock.

D.W.: Who's there?

Nadine: Yuri.

D.W.: Yuri who?

Nadine: Yuri-ly on your own now.

She disappears.

***

D.W. stands in front of the spooky looking Tibble house. She is about to ring when the door opens.

D.W.: Erm... Okay, I know they're your toys now, I just wondered if you could give me back one or two of them.

Timmy: Oh, sure.

D.W.: Really?

Timmy: Yeah. Come on in. The toys are all out back.

D.W. walks in smiling.

***

In the backyard D.W.’s toys are lying dirty and partly torn.

D.W.: (gasps)

Timmy: Just take your pick!

D.W.: What have you done?!

Timmy: You want this one? Go ahead, take it.

He jumps on a squeaky bunny.

D.W.: Stop it!

Tommy: Weeyah!

Timmy: Peeyow!

D.W.: Stop it!! The Tibbles stop. D.W. sees a box with some unspoiled toys. Huh? Pink unicorn? Dr. Wiggles, Princess Hermione? You're all okay! These! I want these back!

Timmy: Oh no, D.W. Not these. These are still ours. You can have any of those other ones.

D.W. throws herself over the box of toys.

D.W.: No! You lied! You don't love me at all! Give these...back to me...right now!

She and the Tibbles tug at the box. Thunder crashes.

Timmy+Tommy: (laugh)

***

It is raining on the Tibble’s house. D.W. stands in front of the door.

D.W.: Oh, go ahead and blow, wind! Rain on me all you want! I know I did a bad thing and I just don't care...

Suddenly Arthur stands in front of D.W. holding an umbrella over her.

Arthur: Mom and Dad sent me to come get you. Are you okay?

D.W. hugs him.

D.W.: Oh, Arthur! (sobs)

Arthur: What happened?

D.W.: The Tibbles are wrecking all my toys! I know it's my fault. I guess I deserve it.

Arthur: Here. He gives D.W. the umbrella and knocks on the door. HEY, TIBBLES! OPEN UP! They open. Guys? We need to have a talk.

He goes inside and the door closes.

Muffled voices are heard inside the house.

Arthur (inside): Give D.W. back her toys! ...

Nadine: Knock knock.

D.W.: Not now, Nadine.

She turns around. Nadine drops out of the umbrella.

Nadine: No. I mean knock on the door. I think Arthur might need your help.

D.W.: But you saw how they treated me.

Nadine: I know, but looks to me like Arthur loves you a lot. Maybe you should show how much you love him.

D.W.: I guess that's what love is, huh?

Nadine: It goes both ways.

She disappears. D.W. knocks on the door.

D.W.: Hey, Tibbles! Let me in!

The door opens. Arthur comes out. One temple of his glasses is broken.

Arthur: Don't worry. I got them, D.W.

D.W. follows him holding the umbrella over him.

D.W.: What happened to your glasses?

Arthur: Don't ask!

D.W.: I'm so sorry, Arthur. You're the best brother ever! I'm gonna save up every allowance until I buy you new ones.

Arthur: That'll take years.

D.W.: Then I'll figure out something else.

***

D.W. is having a garage sale in front of the garage..

D.W.: Buy a used toy to help the Arthur Read Glasses Fund! And if I make enough, I wanna buy you a present too, Mom.

Mrs. Read: That's sweet of you, honey.

D.W.: But I want to prove that I really love you.

She hugs her mom.

Mrs. Read: You don't have to prove it.

Emily and her mom are looking at toys. Emily waves. D.W. walks over to her.

D.W.: I'm really sorry what I said to you last week. You're my best friend and I really, really care about you. So I wanna give you this.

She hands Emily a doll.

Emily: Oh! Thanks, D.W. She is about to take the doll. Do I have to say something for it?

D.W.: No. I'm never, never, never, never, never, never, never gonna ask you to do anything like that again.

Emily: That's a lot of "nevers"!

D.W.: That's love!

Mr. Ratburn rides by on his bike.