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| - Narrator: Just another typical day in the office of Mr. Big Enterprises. Mr. Big: Drat! Leslie: Mr. Big, your favorite commercial is about to air. Mr. Big: Oh, goodie! Mr. Big (voiceover): Do your parents make money? Do you want bright-- Announcer: Are we on? (clears throat) We interrupt this extremely mesmerizing commercial to bring you a breaking news story. WordGirl will be receiving her forty-first key to the city this weekend, to thank her for her work in defeating evil villains such as Dr. Two-Brains and Mr. Big. Tune in tomorrow for our live commercial-free coverage of WordGirl’s key ceremony. Mr. Big: Commercial free? I pay big money for those commercials, so people will buy-- my-- products! Hasn’t WordGirl gotten enough keys to the city? The fame is getting to her head. Don’t you think? Leslie: When you’re hot, you’re hot. Mr. Big: Hmm… I wonder if she’d be so interested in fighting crime if she weren’t in the limelight! You know, it’s time to put a stop to this! Mwa-ha-ha-ha! Mwa-ha-ha! Ah! Mwa-ha! (clears his throat) Leslie, how quickly can you manufacture a pop star? Leslie: Twenty-four hours. Mr. Big: Great! And let’s make him extremely handsome, intelligent, and powerful, eh, in other words, a younger version of me. (chuckles) Narrator: The next day, outside City Hall... Scoops: Hey, WordGirl! Congratulations on the key. So, first of all, how do you feel about awards ceremonies? Do you think your fame distracts you from your goal of keeping the city safe? WordGirl: Oh, no! Actually, being in the limelight helps my cause because it allows me to be a good role model. Luckily, I have many loyal fans who show up at events such as-- WordGirl: Hey! Where are all the cameras and the people? And the key ceremony is supposed to start in five minutes! Exposition Guy: He-e-elp! The biggest pop star in the world, Tiny Big, is making an appearance at the mall in five minutes, and I don’t have a ride! WordGirl: At the exact same time as my key ceremony? Mayor: This is a travesty! WordGirl: I know, it is a shame, I’ve got my speech-- Mayor: No, no, no time to chat, uh, we’re going to be late, you want a ride? WordGirl: No thanks. Mayor: Scoops? Mayor: (to WordGirl) Okay, see ya! WordGirl: You going to at least give me the key first? Mayor: Sorry, I gotta go. Tiny Big: (singing) Look into my eyes, you’ll be hypnotized. Look into my eyes, and you’ll be hypnotized. Tiny Big: Thanks, everybody! I’ll be out front signing copies of my new CD, “WordGirl is Lame”! Becky: I’d like to know what he’s done to deserve this attention. I mean, who IS this guy? Kirrilee: Hello, he’s Tiny Big? He’s only like the biggest-- Becky: --pop star in the whole world? I heard. Violet: Becky! I got the tissue he sneezed in! I’m so lucky! You should get in line. Becky: Why would I want a dirty tissue? Yuck! Violet: It’s Tiny Big’s! Becky: Violet, don’t you realize Tiny Big is just a fad? Violet: What do you mean Becky? Becky: A fad. A passing craze. No one’s gonna care about Tiny Big tomorrow, or whenever the next big thing hits. Violet: Big thing hits? Becky: Remember last year, when everyone wanted a Pretty Princess Sparkle Scooter? Violet: Oh, yeah! I totally forgot. Becky: That’s my point. And soon, Tiny Big will be forgotten just like the scooter, and-- Violet: --and WordGirl? No one talks about her anymore. Becky: WordGirl is NOT a fad! Kirrilee: Did anyone even go to her lame-o key ceremony? Becky: Okay, okay! Unlike some people, WordGirl has a real talent. People are always going to need her to keep the world safe. I mean, anyone can sing or dance. Kirrilee: Let’s see you try! Becky: Fine! Becky: Look into my eyes, you’ll be hypnotized. Look into my eyes, you’ll be hypno-- Becky: Ouch! Scoops: Don’t quit your day job. Heh, yeah. Tiny Big: Okay, sorry, that’s it folks. Tiny Big: That’s my show, time to go, gotta run. Thank you! Goodnight! Scoops: My cover story has left the building. Gotta go! Scoops: Tiny Big, do you mind answering a few questions for the Daily Rag? Tiny Big: Shoot. Scoops: You’re practically an overnight sensation. How do you feel about being in the limelight? Tiny Big: Well, you know, I like singing in all shades of light equally. Hey, it’s all good! Scoops: Actually, by limelight I meant all of your fame, and all of the attention you’ve been getting. You’re famous! Tiny Big: Well, duh. I love it. I’m sorry, who are you? Scoops: Oh, I’m Todd “Scoops” Ming, reporter for the Daily Rag. It’s my school’s newspaper. Tiny Big: You gonna ask me for my autograph? Scoops: (gasps) Yeah! Narrator: The next day at Mr. Big’s evil corporate headquarters… Mr. Big: A-ha-ha-ha! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah-ha-ha-ha! My brilliant plan is working! Aah. People are obsessed with tiny me. And who could blame them? Ha-ha-ha-ha... Mr. Big: ...ah, hi. Leslie: Sorry I’m late, traffic was horrendous. Mr. Big: Oh, Leslie, Leslie, we did it, we defeated WordGirl! No one CARES about her and her little-- aardvark now! Leslie: That’s wonderful. Mr. Big: Hm. Tiny Big really does take after me, doesn’t he? Leslie: Well, that’s how you ordered him. You play guitar? Mr. Big: Yes, of course. Many years ago, I was lead singer of a band called Rockaroni! Mr. Big: (singing in flashback) I wanna date your money, / I wanna date your money, / Be my squishy bunny, Make my sun more sunny, / Let me date your money! Mr. Big: Oh, how I miss being in the limelight. Leslie: Frankly, I’m surprised you’d be interested in pop music. It’s not very… evil corporation of you. Mr. Big: Actually, pop stars are the most powerful people in the world, even more powerful than the evilest businessmen. They can use their limelight to influence children to do anything, from wearing silly clothes to spending all of their parents’ money… (gasps) Leslie, Tiny Big could be a real cash cow for us! We should put out another three albums in the next week! Don’t ya think? Narrator: Later, at the department store… Mr. Botsford: Now, what should I get… Official Tiny Big washer? Good idea, Bob. She’s gonna love this! Becky: Oh, come on! Mom doesn’t care about Tiny What’s-his name! Mr. Botsford: I believe his name is Tiny Big. Don’t be embarrassed, Becky-- I’m a pretty cool dad, okay? Becky: Isn’t a hundred thousand dollars a little steep for a washing machine? Mr. Botsford: That’s not a lot. Look, it’s hi-def! What does that even mean? I don’t know, I don’t care. Becky: Dad, we don’t have that much money! Mr. Botsford: Think of it as an investment, honey. Tiny Big is the biggest pop star in the world! These are collector’s items! Becky: But this is all going to be junk as soon as people get tired of Tiny Big. He’s just a fad. Mr. Botsford: Ooh, this throw rug would really pull together our living room! Becky: Why are you so enthusiastic about spending all our money? And why is everything so expensive-- (to Bob) Don’t touch that! Exposition Guy: He-e-elp! Tiny Big is performing across town in ten minutes, and I can’t find my car keys! Becky: Word UP! Mr. Big: WordGirl? How did you get backstage? I- I- I didn’t put you on the guest list! WordGirl: Well, I AM a superhero! And I know exactly what you’re doing. You created a fad in order to control the minds of these poor unsuspecting people! Mr. Big: I am NOT controlling their minds! WordGirl: Then why is the entire town practically hypnotized by Tiny Big? Mr. Big: Well, perhaps because he’s extremely charming, good looking, and talented. Just like me! (chuckles) Oh look, he’s even got a dancing hyena! WordGirl: (gasps) Captain Huggy Face? Mayor: Does anyone know where I might find the most popular celebrity in this city? A celebrity who is currently in the limelight? Mayor: Because I’d like to present him with this key to the city! WordGirl: You’re giving him my key? Mayor: Please, step aside, WordGirl. I need to get through. WordGirl: Hey! Mayor: Tiny Big, I hereby bestow upon you this key to the city! Tiny Big: Cool. What does it open? Mayor: Well, it doesn’t open anything, it’s just a symbol. Tiny Big: Ugh. It sounds kind of lame. (He tosses the key away.) WordGirl: LAME?! It’s not lame! This is the last straw! WordGirl: Attention! Attention, everyone! Tiny Big is a fraud! Girl: Get off the stage, WordGirl! We want to hear some tunes! WordGirl: But Tiny Big is controll-- WordGirl: Guys-- you don’t understand-- I’m telling you-- Tiny Big: Okay, sorry about that, folks. I’d like to dedicate my next song to WordGirl. One, two, three, four-- (singing) You’re so lame / You are so lame / You’re so lame / You are so lame… WordGirl: Wait a second… he’s not even singing! It’s a hoax! (She smiles at the realization.) Tiny Big, your fifteen minutes of fame are UP! Tiny Big: RUN! Mr. Big: No! No! What happened? WordGirl: Guess he’s not so talented AFTER all! Voice from crowd: Hey, there he is! WordGirl: I’d get out of here now, if I were you! WordGirl: Ha! I knew he was just a fad. Mayor: WordGirl, you have saved the-- (reads cards) --city from-- (reads again) --Mr. Big! And as a gesture of thanks, I’d like to offer you this key to the city! WordGirl: Well gee, thanks! Scoops: This is gonna make a great front page story: “WordGirl receives thirty-ninth key to the city! WordGirl: Actually, it’s my forty-first. Scoops: Oh! Forty-one? WordGirl: You’re forgetting the two I got last week during the WordGirl parade. Narrator: And so, WordGirl once again has saved the city from Mr. Big’s Tiny Big fad. And she’s back in the limelight where she belongs. WordGirl: You make it sound like I NEED the attention. Narrator: You certainly do enjoy it. WordGirl: Do not! Okay… maybe just a little. Narrator: Tune in next time for more exciting adventures of WordGirl!
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