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| - Narrator: Just another typical afternoon in the city. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the Butcher is up to no good. WordGirl: So Butcher, we MEAT again! Ha-ha, get it? Meat again? Heh. WordGirl: Hey, that was a pretty good joke, and all I get is a shrug? WordGirl: Huh. Another shrug. Well, you’ve sunk to a new low, Butcher! A famous villain like you stealing game tokens? That’s like stealing from kids! Butcher: Yeah, I know, WordGirl. Uh, but I was so close to getting the high score on the "Dancing Fool" game, and then I ran out of money for tokens. Well, I’m not about to let THAT happen again! WordGirl: You’d better put the tokens back, Butcher! Unless you want to start rehearsing the jailhouse jig! Butcher: Forget that, WordGirl! SALAMI SLAM! WordGirl: Good work, Captain Huggy Face! Butcher: So, I guess you’re gonna arrest me now, huh? WordGirl: Well, I’m in a bit of a hurry, so if you give all the tokens back, I’ll let you go. Butcher: I guess that’s reasonable under the circumstances! WordGirl: I’m on my way to rehearse. I-- mean, to watch a friend rehearse for the city’s annual Super Silly Pet Talent Show. Butcher: Yeah, the pet talent show! I heard about that. WordGirl: Yeah. You know, one of the first place prizes is a year’s supply of game tokens? Butcher: Oh-- If I had a pet as talented as your chinchilla there, I bet I could win for sure! WordGirl: Okay, no time for chit-chat, move along. WordGirl: I’ve got so much to do. (She pulls out a list.) Let’s see-- got to check the costumes, rehearse my lines, listen to Dad's new jokes, review the new dictionary, do my homework…Ugh! Becky: Bob? Where have YOU been? Becky: I forgot you at the crime scene? Again? Guess I had too much on my mind. Well, uh-- do you want to see something that’s sure to cheer you up? Becky: Don’t shrug. You’re gonna love your costume for the show. (She holds it up.) Ta-da! Mr. Botsford: Alright, you two! Signing you up for the Super Silly Pet Talent Show was the easy part. Now it’s time to rehearse, so you can win first prize! Ho, this is our year! I can feel it. Becky: Right, Dad. Bob, you can try the costume on later. Come on, let’s rehearse. Becky: (clearing her throat) Say hello to the audience, Bob! Becky: (throwing her voice) Hello to the audience, Bob! Becky: Hey, Bob, do you know what word is spelled incorrectly in the dictionary? Becky: (throwing her voice) No, why don’t you tell me? Becky: (chuckling) Well, Bob, the word INCORRECTLY is spelled “incorrectly” in the dictionary! Ha-ha! (snorts) Mr. Botsford: A-ha-ha-ho! This is a great rehearsal! Becky: So you like it? Mr. Botsford: I love it! But, if you’re going to win first prize, I do have one suggestion. Becky: Bob, stop, Dad’s trying to help us! Mr. Botsford: Well, maybe your jokes should have a wider appeal. You see, Becky, not everyone shares your love of dictionary humor. Becky: Really? Mr. Botsford: You should have more jokes about Bob there, like, uh, how short he is, or,how hairy he is, or-- Becky: Or--or--how he has really hairy toes? Mr. Botsford: Bingo! With this material, we are-- I mean, you are sure to win! Becky: Yeah! Hey, what do you think of Dad’s ideas, Bob? Becky: Bob? Bob? Narrator: Later that day, at the Butcher’s lair… Butcher: Hey… that lonely monkey there kind of rememerates me of WordGirl’s hairy sidekick. Boy, if he’s half as talented as that eating machine, he could be my ticket to winning that pet talent show! And the year’s supply of tokens! Butcher: Come, my little pet. There isn’t much time to rehearse! Mr. Botsford: Dinnertime! We’re having hot dogs. Bob’s favorite! Mr. Botsford: Where’s Bob? Becky: I don’t know! I haven’t seen him since the rehearsal. Mr. Botsford: Hmm. I thought the only thing that could keep Bob away from hot dogs was more hot dogs! Ha ha ha! Becky: Maybe he’s in trouble. I’m gonna go look for Bob! Mr. Botsford: Oh! WordGirl: Word UP! Narrator: Meanwhile, back at the Butcher’s lair... (Scene: The Butcher’s lair. Bob is sitting in front of a pile of hot dogs, eating them.) Butcher: Wow, look at you go, my handsome little monkey! Butcher: Hey um, do you think there’s enough time for us to rehearse a magic act? Narrator: Meanwhile, WordGirl searches high and low for her missing talent show partner. Well, mostly high. WordGirl: There’s Dr. Two-Brains’ lair. He’s fiendishly evil enough to hold Huggy hostage! Better go check it out. WordGirl: Hi, Dr. Two-Brains! Did I catch you in the middle of drawing up one of your evil plans? Dr. Two-Brains: Huh? You mean THIS? WordGirl: Huh? Why would a genius scientist like you be doing a kid’s activity book? Dr. Two-Brains: I guess I enjoy the mazes. So uh, anything I can do for you, WordGirl? WordGirl: Um, I just stopped by to say hi! Dr. Two-Brains: Well… hi! You’ve never done that before. WordGirl: There’s always the first time-- A-HA! Dr. Two-Brains: Snooping through my things, eh? WordGirl: I thought Captain Huggy Face was here. Have you seen him? Dr. Two-Brains: No, I haven’t. I’m alone, just me here. Well, me and my all-mouse orchestra. Dr. Two-Brains: Uh, you in the back, you’re a little flat! Narrator: A desperate WordGirl continues her search! Chuck: Heh-heh-heh! Why aren’t you talking, WordGirl? Has Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy made you speechless? WordGirl: No, I can talk. Chuck: Oh, uh-- uh-- WordGirl! (He tosses the sandwich aside.) How did you get in here? WordGirl: I knocked on the door, and your mom let me in. I didn’t mean to interrupt your-- what exactly are you doing? Chuck: Um-- huh-huh, I’m in a play. Yeah, and I was just, uh-- practicing my lines! Yeah. WordGIrl: Oh, so you were rehearsing. Chuck: Exactly! Uh, I- I- uh... what’s rehearsing? WordGirl: It means to practice something before you present it to an audience. Chuck: Uh, yes, I was rehearsing my play. Heh-heh. WordGirl: Well, I don’t want to bother your-- rehearsal, I was just looking for a friend of mine. But obviously, he’s not here. Good luck with your play. Chuck: Okay, WordGirl, we’ll see how brave you really are in my BELLY! WordGirl: Alright, Mr. Big! Where is he-- whoa! WordGirl: You do yoga? Mr. Big: Yes, I’m not only very rich, I’m very flexible. Watch what else I can do! WordGirl: Wow. But I don’t think you’re supposed to work while you do yoga. WordGirl: Another shrug. Everyone is shrugging today. Mr. Big: You do yoga your way, I’ll do it mine! WordGIrl: I’m looking for a friend of mine, but I can see he’s not here. Oh, good luck with your yoga. Mr. Big: Leslie, I need you to come here and take a letter. (pause) And bring the company crowbar, I seem to have-- tangled myself up again. Narrator: Will WordGirl find Captain Huggy Face in time for the talent show? Does Captain Huggy Face want to be found? Will WordGirl get me a sandwich? WordGirl: Sandwich? I’m searching for my best friend here! Narrator: Sorry, WordGirl, I’m-- I’m just hungry. I skipped my lunch break, so, you know… (clears throat) WordGirl: Huggy! I- I mean, hello strange pet I’ve never seen before, but I’m extremely relieved to find! Butcher: Hey, nice to see you, WordGirl! WordGirl: “Nice to SEE you”? That’s strange-- isn’t this usually the point where you yell, “Ham-alance!” or “Pork Chop Chop” and attack me with meat? Butcher: Uh, usually, but I’m nearly out of meat. But don’t worry, it’ll all be worth it when my pet here and I win that talent show, and all those game tokens! My feet are dancing just thinking about it! WordGirl: But this isn’t your pet! Shame on you, Butcher! Butcher: Hey, I found him! He was sitting on a bench with his hobo sack. Finders keepers, WordGirl! WordGirl: (To Bob) Hobo sack? You ran away? WordGirl: Wow, what is this, national shrug day? Butcher: Uh, what exactly is a shrug? WordGirl: A shrug is when you raise your shoulders up instead of saying “I don’t know” or “I don’t care.” See? (She demonstrates.) Butcher: Oh! I get it! Thank you! WordGirl: Now Butcher, you need to return this pet. He’s probably someone’s best friend. Maybe even her sidekick. Maybe he didn’t show up for dinner, and his owner was really worried. And maybe she started thinking that she might never see him again. And that made her very sad. And maybe she flew-- I mean, looked-- all over the city for hours, worried sick! I mean, she doesn’t know what she’d do without him. Butcher: (emotional) I never thought of it like that. Of course, WordGirl. You bring that pet back to the owner. I gotta go in the back now… I got somethin’ in my eye… WordGirl: (to Bob) Sorry again for flying off without you. And for ignoring your feelings about the costume. And the jokes. WordGirl: Now is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for our next act, Bob and Becky! Mr. Botsford: Bravo! Ha-ha-ha-ha! Bravo! That’s my daughter! Becky: I can’t believe we did so well! We barely had time to rehearse! Becky: You’re right. We do make a great team. Becky: Yeah, you DO look good in a tux! Mr. Botsford: Maybe that’s why they call a tux a "monkey suit"! Huh? Ha-ha-ha! You can use that one in your act if you want. Mr. Botsford: We’re taking this show on the road! What’s the deal with airplane food? Becky: Thanks Dad. Maybe next year. Right, Bob? Narrator: And so, it’s another WordGirl episode of-- um, episode of-- sorry, they just handed me this script. (laughs) I had no time to rehearse. Narrator: Don’t shrug at me. I’m a professional. You know, I’ll prove it. Tune in next time for another exciting episode of WordGirl! See?
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