Sue Ellen and the Brainasaurous/Transcript

View through a video camera's viewfinder. Arthur sits at a table.

Arthur: "You know, some people just have to do everything themselves. They..." Brain, who operates the camera, walks around the table to Arthur.

Brain: Cut, cut, cut! I'm sorry, Arthur, I have to stop you. This is just too boring

Arthur: Boring? But...

Brain: You need a little enthusiasm, more energy... Put a little shape into the line. Remember, this is the opening of the show! He walks back to the camera. Try it again.

Arthur: "Some people... just have to do... everything... themselves."

Brain: That was it? That's enthusiastic?

Arthur: Yeah. Well...that was practice. (clears throat) "Some people just have to do everything themselves!" How was that? Brain looks bored.

A clapperboard saying: „Arthur Teaser Sc. 1-16“.

Brain: Tease. Take seven! He runs around the table, now dressed as Arthur, and looks into the camera. „You know, some people just have to do everything themselves! They won't let anybody help them!“ I think that's much better. Okay. That's a wrap. Cue the title.

Cue Title card

Sue Ellen puts on her helmet while Francine unchains her bike.

Sue Ellen: I've never done a report with Brain before. It should be fun.

Francine: It'll be easy, that's for sure.

Sue Ellen: How do you mean?

Francine: You'll see, Sue Ellen. Brain is kind of the type that... Buster walks by.

Buster: Brain's great! He's the best report partner I ever!

Francine: Well, I'm your partner this time, Buster, and I'm not Brain! If you know what I mean. She grabs him by the sleeve. Come on! We're going to the library.

In the evening Sue Ellen watches TV at home while eating popcorn.

Mrs. Armstrong: Sue Ellen, don't you have any homework to do?

Sue Ellen: Not yet. Brain's doing the sketches. They're preliminary. Her mother looks skeptical. She gets off the couch. Well, maybe I'll call him and see how it's going.

Brain sits at his desk looking a the sketch of a dinosaur.

Brain: This is gonna be fantastic. In Brain's imagination he stands on a stage adressing a large crowd.

Brain: Even back in elementary school when I was building my first model, I knew that, with a little DNA and a lot of hard work, I would one day succeed. And now, ladies and gentlemen... A tyrannosaurus is raised onto the stage. It lives!

Audience: (scream)

Brain: Please, ladies and gentlemen, I implore you, be calm! The tyrannosaurus grabs a microphone.

Tyrannosaurus: Hello, hello, hello! Welcome to the show! Audience members look at each other quizzically. I tell you, the strangest thing happened to me. Last night, I discovered an elephant in my pajamas. How the elephant got in my pajamas I'll never know.

Audience: (scream) They start fleeing.

The fantasy ends.

Brain: Hm. I have to work on his material. The phone beside him rings. Hello.

Sue Ellen: Hi, Brain! I just called to find out how the sketches are going.

Brain: Great! Ready to go on to the next stage.

Sue Ellen: Great. I was getting a little worried that I was just gonna have to sit around and just watch TV all week. What do you want me to do?

Brain: You? Well... er... Maybe you should... um... continue watching TV. Gotta go do some research. Bye!

He hangs up. Sue Ellen looks peeved.

Sue Ellen: Very weird.

In the library Brain takes a book out of a shelf. He hears voices.

Sue Ellen: ...and then he hung up the phone on me.

Francine: Well, you're lucky. I can't even find Buster! I hope he doesn't think I'm gonna do the wole report by myself!

Sue Ellen: I hope Brain realizes I expect to do half the work on this report. I don't mind working. Brain walks by hiding his face behind a newspaper. Brain, is that you?

Brain: What? No. I mean... He runs away. Francine and Sue Ellen exchange looks, then follow.

Sue Ellen: That's strange. He vanished. They walk on. Behind them Brain peeps through a door. He closes it again and turns on the light.

Brain: That was close. Buster is sitting behind him.

Buster: You're telling me! You almost gave away my position.

After talking to Brain, Sue Ellen lies in bed.

Sue Ellen: “The proportions of the nasal cavities are all wrong. I'm the smartest guy ever.” Her mother opens the door.

Mrs. Armstrong: Honey, are you having a bad dream?

Sue Ellen: No. A bad reality.

After falling into the mud, along with the skeleton model, Brain talks to Francine who is shooting hoops.

Francine: And she let you fall in the mud? (laughs) That sounds hilarious!

Brain: Believe me, it was far from amusing.

Francine: Well, you're lucky she just let you fall in the mud. If it were me, I would have pushed you.

Brain: What?

Francine: Well, I'm kind of a rude person. But you... well, you have to admit, Brain. Sue Ellen's right. You are a report-hog. Like last year on our French history report, you were Napoleon and I was France. And you wouldn't even give me any lines. Flashback: Brain dressed as Napoleon has one foot on Francine who is lying on the ground dressed in a map of France and looking angry.

Brain: Shh! Flashback: The kids are painting in preschool.

Francine: Even when we were little, you always had to do everything. Brain draws a mouth in Buster's painting. And how would you like it if Sue Ellen treated you the way you treated her? Brain works on a model. Sue Ellen pushes him away.

Sue Ellen: Don't touch that! You're fiddling with my precious “A+”. You don't know what you're doing. Go home!

Flashbacks end.

Brain stands by Sue Ellen's locker with Sue Ellen.

Brain: I guess... I guess I would feel pretty bad if somebody didn't trust me to work on our report.

Sue Ellen: Well, I'm sorry I called you a report-hog.

Brain: Now we don't even have a report to hog. Our model is wrecked.

Sue Ellen: Maybe. But our report will be better than ever.

Brain: How?

Sue Ellen: Trust me.

Brain: Okay.