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| - Narrator: Becky Botsford, otherwise known as WordGirl, must face her greatest enemy in the world of family games-- charades! Becky: Um… uh, waving your arms frantically! Um, um, I know this! Um… Becky: The leaning tower of Pisa? There’s no way! Mr. Botsford: He’s right! Becky: Ugh! Mr. Botsford: Well played, Bob. Becky: (to Bob) It’s your turn, smarty! (Bob gives her a raspberry, then gets up for his turn. He puts his finger to his chin and starts to think.) Mr. Botsford: Oh, oh, I know this! Rotten eggs! Rotten eggs! Becky: Um, actually Dad, Bob says he hasn’t started yet. Mr. Botsford: Oh! My bad. Becky: Uh-oh-- (whispers to Bob) --an alarm! (Grabs his arm and walks out the door) Um, Bob also said he need to walk around the city for a while to try to think of what he wants to do! Mr. Botsford: Hm, Bob sure said a lot with just one squeak! Becky: That’s monkey talk, Dad. Come on, Bob! Mr. Botsford: Bye, guys! Well, might as well do a little practicing on my own. (Walks dramatically inside.) Narrator: Across town, we see the reason behind the latest alarm bell-- the master of meaty mayhem himself, the Butcher. Butcher: I thought I told you not to sound the alarm. Sales Clerk: I-- goofed. Butcher: (sighs) Whatever. Just fill this sackel with money, please. Sales Clerk: Fill the what? Butcher: Sackel! You know… sackel? (Holds up the bag) Sales Clerk: Oh… you mean sack. Sack is another word for bag. Butcher: Yeah. Great. What’s another word for right now?! Sales Clerk: Immediately? Butcher: Oh, I didn’t know that! Thank you! Sales Clerk: Say, you look like a size 12, sir. Am I correct? Butcher: Yeah? Sales Clerk: Well, we have the perfect shoes for you. Here, take a look. (Puts a box on the counter and opens it, revealing a stylish pair of white shoes with gold chains on them.) Butcher: Those are very nice, but it’s not like I get invited to a lot of fancy parties. Then again, you never know. Alright, put ‘em in the bag.. WordGirl: You’d better be fitted for jail shoes instead, Butcher! Butcher: WordGirl! WordGirl: Huggy, let’s take him down! Butcher: Two against one, huh? Well, not anymore! ‘Cause now I got a fuzzy helper too! Meet-- the Meathook! WordGirl: Oh my gosh! He’s adorable! Where did you get him? Butcher: Um, I found him hangin’ outside, uh, Butcher headquarters. He was lookin’ to join my gang. It was four in the morning, see. And he was outside, he was all like, meow, meow. That’s when I knew he was bad news. Bad news. WordGirl: Can I pet him, please please please, can I pet him? Butcher: No! I don’t ask to pet YOUR sidekick! Meathook, let ‘em have it with your venom claw! WordGirl: Ah-haww, so adorable! Butcher: Uh-- uh, what, are you kiddin’? This thing is the meanest kitten in the whole world! Meathook! Tenderize them! WordGirl: Ah-haww. So cute! Butcher: (to himself) This is embarrassing. (louder) Uh, uh, while he’s warmin’ up, uh, PASTRAMI ATTACK! Butcher: Come on, Meathook. (to salesperson) Hey, thanks for the shoes. Sales Clerk: You’re welcome. Butcher: Listen, ‘Hook. I know it was your first time out and all, but I have to say-- I was expecting a little more from you. Why didn’t you do to WordGirl what you did to the arms of my easy chair, huh? All you did was roll around and look cute! I don’t know if I can take you out on any more missions until you’re ready. Maybe you can answer the phone until then… I don’t know. (sighs) I mean, if I hadn’t blasted them when they were all distracted by you-- Butcher: Hold on a second… when you did that, WordGirl wasn’t paying any attention to me! She was powerless against you and your cuteness! THAT’S your power! Meathook, you’re a cuteness genius! And to think I was about to fire you! Meathook, it’s time to give you a new name-- something that lets everyone know that you mean business! Something like… Li’l Mittens! Oh yeah! This town’s about to get cutified! Narrator: Meanwhile, back at the Botsford house… Becky: (to Bob) I don’t know what to do, Bob! How do we defend ourselves against something so adorable? Becky: (blurting out a guess) The frantic Declaration of Independence! Mr. Botsford: It’s a movie! Becky: Dad, you weren’t supposed to talk! Mr. Botsford: Well, you aren’t even paying attention. Every guess is frantic this, or frantic that! Becky: Uh, well, you look so frantic. You know, frantic… moving around quickly, wild with excitement? Like THIS! (She jumps up and moves frantically around the room.) Mr. Botsford: I look like that? Wow! I should act out something else before I hurt myself. What should I do? What should I do? Becky: Uh-oh. Uh, while you’re thinking about it, Dad, Bob wants to go for another walk. To-- get ready for his next turn! Mr. Botsford: Ooh-hoo, that Bob! Always prepared. Have fun, you guys! Yaa! Male Bank Teller 1: Look at the kitten! Male Bank Teller 2: It is so adorable! Female Bank Teller 1: Hey, does anyone have any string? Everyone: (disappointed that Li’l Mittens is leaving) Awww…. Female Bank Teller 1: Well, that was enough cuteness for today. Now back to work. Female Bank Teller 1: Say, don’t we usually keep money in our bank? Butcher: Great job, Li’l Mittens! Now to escrape before WordGirl shows up! WordGirl: The word is escape, Butcher! And you’re too late! Butcher: Am I, WordGirl? (Holds the kitten in front of them.) Li’l Mittens, feed ‘em a slice of cutie-pie! WordGirl: Ahh-- I’m not looking, I’m not looking! Captain Huggy Face, get him! Butcher: Ah-ha-ha! Nobody can resist the adorkable power of Li’l Mittens! WordGirl: Adorkable? No, no, no, you mean adorable! It means really, really cute! Like what Li’l Mittens is doing right now… oh, it’s so adorable! Yes you are, yes you are! Butcher: SALAMI SLAM! (He launches another meat attack on both of them, covering them in salami.) Butcher: Ta-ta, WordGirl! C’mon, Mit. (Walks away) Narrator: Back at the Butcher’s lair, Li’l Mittens’ reign of cuteness continues. Butcher: You did it, Li’l Mittens! You took care of WordGirl and her sidekick practically all by yourself! Who’s a cute little criminal, huh? You are! Yes you are! (He snuggles his face against the kitten, who purrs at him.) Yes you are! You know, I’m sorry I doubted you, little guy! You had it in you all along. Now, let’s CELEBRATE! Becky: I wasn’t going to look. But I was counting on you not looking either! It’s just so hard. It’s like I have this cuteness sense that just goes off as soon as he’s around. Becky: Hi, Dad! You okay? You seem a little frantic! Mr. Botsford: Why sure, I’m frantic! I raced home from shopping so we could finish our game! Becky: Oh, great. (sighs) Mr. Botsford: Funny thing. On the way home, I saw the cutest little kitten sitting in front of the jewelry store. Almost tripped over the little guy. Becky: A kitten? What did it look like? Mr. Botsford: Well, was he ever adorable! He had one of those little paper hats that they wear in the butcher shop… (he carries the groceries into the kitchen) Becky: (gasps, then whispers to Bob) Let’s go! (They both take off) Mr. Botsford: Becky? Bob? Hello? (pause) I’m alone. Butcher: Okay, now remember-- stick to the plan. No unnecessary chances, you got it? (Li’l Mittens meows softly, and Butcher sighs.) You are the cutest little thing. (He kisses him on the head) WordGirl: Hold it right there, Butcher! Butcher: Oh yeah? Li’l Mittens, stop, bop and roll! (sets him on the pavement) WordGirl: (with her eyes closed) Oh, no! Not this time, Butcher! Come on, bring on the cute! (She quickly opens her eyes and assumes a fighting stance.) Heyy- (She looks down at Li’l Mttens, and quickly succumbs to the cuteness.) ---Ohhh! WordGirl: Right, stay focused! (closes her eyes again) You won’t get me so easily this time, Butcher! Butcher: Fine by me. I’m itchin’ for an old-fashioned throwdown! (Li’l Mittens meows.) Oh, hold on, time out. WordGirl: T-time out? For real? Butcher: Yeah. (Puts Li’l Mittens into a car carrier, and closes the door.) There you go! Daddy’ll be right back. Okay? (He walks over to WordGirl.) What? This is no place for a little kitty! WordGirl: Okay. Butcher: Time in! PORK CHOP CHOP! WordGirl: Monkey throw! Butcher: SALAMI SLAM! Butcher: Hold it, hold it, time out! WordGirl: Time out? Butcher: Yeah, time out! I gotta check on-- Butcher: NO! Li’l Mittens! Li’l Mittens, where’d you go? WordGirl: Uh-oh! Butcher: Li’l Mittens! (He is truly in a panic.) This-- isn’t-- happening! WordGirl: It’s okay, go find him. Butcher: I just want my Li’l Mittens back! He could be hurt! I have to find him! WordGirl: Don’t get so frantic. Butcher: (jumping up and down) I’M NOT GETTING FRANTIC! WordGirl: Sounds frantic to me! Butcher: Thanks! You’re a big help! You know what? Hamalanch! Wordgirl: Hamalanch? (Hundreds of hams rain down on her and Huggy, trapping them.) Butcher: Li’l Mittens! WordGirl: You’re right, Huggy. We have to get out of here and find Li’l Mittens! Oh, and stop the Butcher. Narrator: A little later, and still no sign of that adorable little kitten, Li’l Mittens. Butcher: Li’l Mittens! Butcher: Li’l Mittens! (realizes who it is) Oh. It’s you. What do you want? WordGirl: We just saw you down here frantically looking for Li’l Mittens. I thought we could help! Then we could finish battling, and I could take you to jail. Butcher: I don’t need your help! In fact, it’s your fault that Li’l Mittens is gone! WordGIrl: MY fault?! Maybe if you didn’t try to lead him into a life of crime, Li’l Mittens would still be around! Butcher: Hey, he came to ME looking to join up, okay? He came to ME! If you’d just let us get away, he wouldn’t be lost right now! This is all your fault! YOUR FAULT! WordGirl: Huggy! Duck for cover! (He gets under her cape.) Star-shirted girl: Is this your kitty cat? Butcher: Li’l Mittens! Where have you been? Are ya hurt? Let me look at you! Butcher: Where did you find him? Star-shirted girl: He was just on the street chasing a butterfly! Butcher: Thank you so much! Thank you! (to Li’l Mittens, crying) You’re a naughty little kitty! Yes you are, you scared the ham out of me! Don’t you run away like that, okay? Oh, Li’l Mittens! WordGirl: I hate to break up this reunion, but we do have to take you to jail! Officer Jim: Alright, Butcher, come with us! Butcher: Li’l Mittens! Li’l Mittens! Star-shirted girl: Do you want me to take care of him while you’re gone? Butcher: Really? You’d do that for me? Thank you! Butcher: You got references, right? Narrator: And with the Butcher safely captured-- Butcher: (yelling from inside the squad car) Make sure he has enough water! Spring water! Narrator: --and with the Butcher-- Butcher: Not tap! (Waves at Li’l Mittens, and he waves back.) WordGirl and the Narrator: Aww! Narrator: Aww, indeed. And so, WordGirl and Captain Huggy Face have once again saved the day, this time from a frantic Butcher and an adorable kitty cat! Join us next time for another exciting installment of-- WordGirl!
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