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Tales from the Crib/Transcript
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The intro spoofs “MTV Cribs”.
Announcer: Baby Cribz - the show that dares to take you where no one else will go - behind bars!
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(Title Card)
Tales from the Crib
Written by: Jonathan Greenberg --- Storyboard by: Julian Harris and Robert Yap
Francine Frensky: (voice-over) Tales from the Crib.
(Back to the story)
D.W. Read: Oops! I just pulled the head off your Snowboard Kristi Doll. Sorry.
Vicita Molina: That's okay. I have a Secret Agent Kristi Doll upstairs.
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D.W. tells the story of how she got her first big girl bed.
D.W.: So I told my parents, no more of this baby stuff. I want my bed and I want it now.
Tommy: That was dumb.
Timmy: Yeah, I'd never sleep in a bed.
D.W.: Why not?
Tommy+Timmy: Arachnar... lord of the spider people!
D.W.: Who?
Timmy: He's half-man, half-spider and he eats children.
Tommy: He can't reach his tentacles through the bars of a crib, but kids in beds are easy picking. He climbs up the side and crawls under the sheets!
D.W.: Wait a sec! If he's half-man, half-spider, why does he have tentacles?
Timmy: Uh...he's half-octopus too.
Tommy: And half-Tyrannosaurus Rex.
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Vicita: Yikes, that sounds scary.
D.W.: Oh, Vicita. They were just trying to scare me! Arachnar's just an Irving Legend. [urban legend]
Vicita: A what?
D.W.: An Irving legend. It's the kind of story your uncle Irving tells. It's' really scary, but it never actually happened.
Vicita: I don't have an Uncle Irving.
D.W.: There is no Uncle Irving, Vicita, he's an Irving legend too!
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In another flashback, little D.W. climbs into her parents’ bed.
Mrs. Read: Sure is nice how easily D.W. took to her new bed.
Mr. Read: Oh, what a relief, huh?
D.W.: You said it. Mr. Read stares.
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Vicita: Weren't you scared, DW? Getting out of bed like that? What if the robbers got you?
D.W.: Vicita, there were no robbers. That was just Arthur being a scaredy-cat.
Vicita: Well, what if Uncle Irving got you?
D.W.: There IS no Uncle Irving!
Vicita: I bet that's because the robbers got him.