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| - Narrator: Today is “Bring your daughter and pet monkey to work” day at the county courthouse, which means Becky Botsford gets to watch her mom, district attorney Sally Botsford, in action! Mrs. Botsford: Are you having fun, honey? Becky: Yep! Mrs. Botsford: Are you hungry? Becky: No thanks. Mrs. Botsford: I have granola bars. Becky: Mom, you don’t have to dote on me. I’m fine. Mrs. Botsford: Alright, kiddo. Now, stay here and watch Mommy pin six to twelve on Granny May for robbery, okay? Becky: Go get her, Mom! Mrs. Botsford: (giggling) I love my work! Mrs. Botsford: Granny May! In spite of all this evidence, you claim you did not rob Devon’s Salon last Thursday? Granny May: You must have me confused with someone else. Mrs. Botsford: Even though you were caught by WordGirl outside the front door sporting a new hairdo, and holding the cash register?’ Granny May: Bath register? Sorry, I only take showers. Mrs. Botsford: Oh, I think you heard me, Granny. What about the fact that WordGirl found Devon himself pinned to the wall with THESE? Granny May: Oh, those pins could have come from anywhere. Mrs. Botsford: Marked property of Granny May?! Granny May: Oh, uh… Mrs. Botsford: The VERY same hair pins that you’re wearing RIGHT NOW! Granny May: Well, I-- I’m just a poor little old lady. Mrs. Botsford: That old yarn’s not gonna cut it, Granny! Granny May: No? Well, how about THIS old yarn? Granny May: Hi-YAAH! Judge: Somebody stop her! Becky: Uh-oh! Granny May: You give those back! No fair! Becky: Phew! That was close. Judge: Granny May! In light of this evidence, you are hereby found GUILTY! And sentence to six to twelve months of house arrest! (bangs his gavel) Becky: Way to go, Mom! Granny May: Hey, where are we? Officer: Says here, “G.G. May.” Granny May: This looks familiar… but this isn’t MY house! Officer: You’re going to a relative’s house, so they can keep an eye on you. Granny May: Gahh… Officer: And to make sure you don’t wander off, you get to wear this bun bracelet so I can track your every move! Voice from inside: Be right there, darlin’! Granny May: Wait a minute-- I know this house! AND that voice! Great Granny May: Now give your mama a big old kiss! Granny May: Oh, gross! Officer: You’re Granny May’s mother? Great Granny May: You’re darn tootin’ I am! Officer: I’ll let her to you. Just remember, Granny… no leaving the house, or else! Great Granny May: I still don’t know how you got mixed up in all this trouble, Jellybean! Are you eatin’ enough? When’s the last time you washed behind those ears? Granny May: Aooh, mama, quit doting on me! That hurts! Don’t spit on it! Narrator: Meanwhile, at the district attorney’s office… Becky: Wow, Mom. You really let Granny May have it today! Nice work! Mrs. Botsford: Oh, I don’t know. WordGirl was the one who really cracked the case. She gave us all the evidence, I just clean up the messes and send the bad guys and gals to their rooms! (giggles) Mayor: Ah, here’s my favorite district attorney. Hey, nice work with the-- (brings out his note cards and reads) --Granny May case! Mrs. Botsford: Thank you, Mister Mayor, but we really relied on WordGirl for the key evidence. Becky: But being a district attorney is an important job too, Mom! Just look at all the criminals you sent to jail over the years! Mrs. Botsford: Oh-- well, I have. (laughs) Becky: I’d say that’s pretty strong evidence that you’re doing a great job. Mrs. Botsford: Thank you! Mayor: Right! Evidence. (Frowns, then looks at his cards) Ev-i-dence… uh, evidence… Becky: Evidence is the proof that tells you something is true or false. Like Bob, for example. The fact that he’s been spinning that mug for three straight minutes is evidence that he’s good at-- spinning mugs. Mayor: Right. I knew that. Well friends, I say you two deserve some time off for good behavior. I am officially declaring the rest of today… take your daughter to the mall day! Becky: Yes! Mrs. Botsford: Thank you, Mr. Mayor! Mayor: You are welcome! Mrs. Botsford: Well-- looks like we could use a new mug. (laughs again, then pushes down on Becky’s head.) And you could use a new head band for that pretty little noggin’ of yours! Becky: Oh, Mom-- stop doting on me. Mrs. Botsford: Just enjoying you! Great Granny May: Jellybean, why don’t you knit with me for a while? Granny May: I’m not Jellybean, and the took away my knitting needles, mama! I’m on house arrest, remember? Great Granny May: Would you like some soup? Granny May: No! Great Granny May: Are you grumpy because you’re cold? Should mama knit a sweater for you? Granny May: NO! No, no! And stop doting on me! Granny May: The phone is ringing. Great Granny May: What? Granny May: The phone is ringing! Great Granny May: I think that’s the phone ringing. I’ll get it! Great Granny May: Great Granny May’s residence. (pause) Well, hi Roberta. (pause) What’s that, now? Oooh, ya don’t say? (pause) Well sure, I’m goin’ down there right now! Thank you kindly, Roberta. Bye-bye. Great Granny May: That was Roberta. Granny May: I know that, mother, what did she say? Great Granny May: She said they’ve discovered the fountain of youth! Granny May: Here? Great Granny May: Roberta said you just take one little dip in the waters, and it’ll make you young again! Granny May: Then where’s the evidence? Where’s the proof? Great Granny May: Roberta says it’s downtown next to that new-fangled market where you can spend all your money in one place? Granny May: Oh, mama, it’s called a mall. Great Granny May: The mall, that’s right! Granny May: (to herself) Hmm… now if I went through the fountain of youth, I’d be young and quick again! Not even WordGirl could stop me! And, that mall is full of lovely cash registers… all under one roof! (laughs) Granny May: Hold on, mama! I’m coming! Great Granny May: I’m sorry dearest, but you can’t come. You’re under house arrest. Granny May: Doh! But mama… Great Granny May: But nothin’. You stay here and behave yourself until I get back. Your dinner’s in the icebox. And if you eat your greens, I’ll bring you back a balloon! Granny May: Don’t want one. Hmmph! I never get-- Granny May: Ooh! Narrator: Meanwhile, at the city mall… Mrs. Botsford: THAT adorable picture is concrete evidence of a fun afternoon! (chuckles) Mrs. Botsford: Oh, dear! Mrs. Botsford: Looks like I only have a twenty. Do you need exact change? Mrs. Botsford: Well, let me see what I can do… cute sweater by the way! Becky: (to Bob) That yarn cocoon is evidence that Granny May has escaped her house arrest! Becky: Sounds like Granny May. Hmm, we’d better check it out. Becky: Um, Mom? We need to go into Stuff on your Face to buy Bob some… fur cleaner. Mrs. Botsford: Okay. You two go ahead, I’ll meet you in there. WordGirl: Word UP! (takes off with Huggy) Narrator: Meanwhile, at Stuff on your Face cosmetics boutique… Great Granny May: The fountain of youth! Granny May: Mama? MAMA? Great Granny May: Oh, Jellybean! They let you out early! I knew they would! Granny May: Stop it! No, mother, they did NOT set me free. I outsmarted them. Boom, boom! Great Granny May: Well, good for you! Ready to take a dip in the fountain of youth? Granny May: (cackles) You’re darn right I am, mama! Clerk: And just what do you think you’re doing? Granny May: What does it look like we’re doing? Great Granny May: We’d like to bathe in your fountain of youth, please. Clerk: This fountain is full of Fountain of Youth makeup. It makes you feel years younger, it doesn’t actually make you younger. Great Granny May: It doesn’t? Clerk: Oh, heavens no! There’s no evidence of that at all. It’s just makeup. Great Granny May: Just-- makeup? Clerk: M-hmm. (walks away) Granny May: (Holds up her bags) Oh, well, the trip wasn’t a total bust! (starts to laugh, then coughs.) Great Granny May: Gwendolyn Igna May, did you steal all that money? Granny May: No. Uh, yes. Maybe! Great Granny May: Well, you’re gonna go around and give it all back! This instant! Granny May: But I don’t want to give it back! WordGirl: Sounds like you should listen to your mother, Granny May! Granny May: Don’t come any closer. Or I’ll dump all this stolen money into the fountain and ruin your precious evidence! Great Granny May: Now, that’s no way to talk. And to such a nice polite young lady too! Great Granny May: How old are you, dear? WordGirl: Ten and a half, ma’am. Great Granny May: Well, aren’t you just the sweetest little angel? You’re just as cute as a june bug, you are! Granny May: Mama, stop doting on WordGirl! Great Granny May: Well, who says I’m doting? WordGirl: Actually, you are. You’re being overly nice and making a big fuss over me, almost spoiling me. And that’s what doting means. And I don’t mind a bit! Great Granny May: And so smart! Bright as a new penny! WordGirl: (blushing) Gosh, thanks! Granny May: Ugh, sickening! That’s it! I’m getting out of here, and I’m taking all this loot with me! Granny May: Eat my dust, baby! WordGirl: Huggy, heads up! WordGirl: Hold it right there, Granny! Granny May: Says you… granny perfume! WordGirl: Ugh! Uh-- smells like-- mothballs! Can’t-- see! Granny May: Ha ha ha, sorry babies, but I gotta scoot! Mrs. Botsford: Becky, Bob! Granny May: Oh-- can’t run-- WordGirl-- oh-- Great Granny May: Leave my baby girl alone! Officer: Phew. Good job, district attorney Botsford. You caught Granny May! Mrs. Botsford: Oh! I did? (giggles) Oh, I did! Narrator: And so, our heroes-- and Sally Botsford-- send Granny May back behind bars. And the doting Great Granny May back to her knitting circle. Remember, for evidence of fun, thrills and adventure, be sure to check out the next episode of-- WordGirl!
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