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| - Narrator: Ah yes, another exciting day in the city... TJ: I win! Becky: Oh, come on! TJ: I am the victor! Narrator: ...where Becky has been getting beaten by TJ in competition all day long! Becky: (sarcastically) Yeah, thanks for noticing. Narrator: Don’t get mad at me, that’s my job! TJ: First one to touch THAT lamp post,.. Becky: (runs over and touches the lamp post) Ha! Looks like I won this time! TJ: No Becky, you didn’t even let me finish. I was about to say, first one to touch this lamp post… (touches the lamp post) … then jump over this piece of wood wins! (he jumps over a wooden board on the ground) Ha! I am the victor! Becky: Urrg! (clenches her fists as TJ walks away) Mr. Botsford: I’ll take four hot dogs, please. (The vendor hands them to him as TJ and Becky approach) ...and then, one for each of them, too! TJ: Oh, Becky! (TJ grabs his hot dog and begins eating it, then shoves it in his mouth and speaks in a garbled voice) First one to finish eating the hot dog wins! (swallows the rest of the hot dog) Done! Victor! I win! Becky: Wait, that wasn’t fair! Plus, it’s bad manners to talk with your mouth full! (The vendor tries to hand her a hot dog as she walks away, then holds out another one for Bob, who grabs both of them.) TJ: First one to… get in trouble for using bad manners wins! Mr. Botsford: Well, what do you know? I was just about to ask you to mind your manners. I guess TJ wins again! Becky: But, Dad… TJ: Sorry Becky, but you heard the man. First person who wins wins! I win AGAIN! I am the VICTOR! (Becky continues to grunt in frustration, then finally calms herself down) Becky: Why are you talking like that?! TJ: Oh-- it’s the catchphrase of my favorite wrestler, Victor the Victor. Every time after he wins, he stands on the ropes and yells, “I am the VICTOR!” Becky: Do you even know what “victor” means? TJ: Reminds me of the word “victory”... which is a win. Does victor mean winner? Becky: No, it means-- oh, well yeah, actually victor DOES mean winner! TJ: Ooh! I am the victor at defining victor! Mr. Botsford: (laughing) Oh, TJ! Becky: But-- what-- everybody quit laughing at him! It’s not funny! Mr. Botsford: Becky, we’re just having fun. Don’t take TJ’s games too seriously! Becky: (yelling) I’M NOT! Can we please just go home? (walks into the board next to the lamp post, and trips) TJ, you should probably pick that up before someone else trips on it! (walks off) Mr. Botsford: Wow, Becky’s fuming! TJ: And I can see why! Mr. Botsford: You do? TJ: Yeah, I mean… it must be tough having a little brother who always wins… at everything! Becky: Ugh! Of course I’m fuming, Bob! I didn’t beat TJ in one game today! Becky: I don’t know why it bothers me so much. But it does! And it will until… I am the VICTOR! Bob-- put up your hand! Hey, TJ! Becky: First person to high-five Bob WINS! Butcher: C’mon! I got some meat for ya! (The view shifts to outside, where it is seen that a poodle is following him.) Anything you want! Hot dogs… all right, stop licking my finger.. Becky: Suspicious… TJ: Yah! I am the victor! (TJ walks away with a smug look) Becky: Nooo! That did not just happen! Ok, Becky. (trying to calm herself down) Focus on the job. Stopping the Butcher. That’s what matters! Not beating TJ at some made-up game! There! All better! Come on, Bob! Let’s go! (Goes out the door with Bob, her voice noticably distraught) WORD UP! Butcher: Aw, come on! What’s wrong with this thing? (Several meat items has fallen out of the bottom.) It’s gonna take me all day. WordGirl: Looks like you’ve officially gone to the dogs, eh, Butcher? Butcher: WordGirl! I’m not exactly sure what you mean by gone to the dogs, but frankly it sounds a little insulting! To both me and the dog. WordGirl: I can tell you just stole Mrs. Van Hoosinghaus’ prize-winning dog, and her prize money! (to dog) You a good little woofie-woofie-woof! (The dog returns a good-natured bark.) I love dogs. Anyway, you’re in big trouble, Butcher! Butcher: Oh yeah? (puts his palms out) Kielbasa Ka-blam! (WordGirl holds up a trash can lid to deflect the attack. A couple sausages stick to the lid.) Gavin Dunnaher: (walks by, sees the kielbasa links and grabs one) Ooh, don’t mind if I do! WordGirl: You’re gonna have to do better than that, Butcher! Butcher: Huh! Okay, uh… then… Bratwurst Blast! (Butcher launches another attack, and Huggy jumps in front of WordGirl and ends up wearing an outfit of bratwurst.) Butcher: Monkey in a meat sweater! It’s nice! WordGirl: You might as well face it, Butcher! Your meat missed its mark today, and now YOU’RE going down! I WILL BE A VICTOR! Butcher: What’s with all the shouting today, huh? It’s like you’re purfumin’ or something! WordGirl: You mean “fuming”, not “perfuming”! FUMING! Butcher: Right, right! Uh, fuming… I think. Help me out here? WordGirl: The word “fuming” means really, really, really annoyed and bugged and fed up and irritated and angry and all those things put together! Butcher: Oh yeah, you’re fumin’ all right! But, uh… why? WordGirl: I’m fuming because… uh… let’s just say there’s a certain family member who needs to win at every little thing! It’s like my whole life has become a contest! Butcher: Oh yeah, tell me about it! My dad, Kid Potato, he’s the same way. WordGirl: Really? Butcher: (sits down) Yeah, he’s always sayin’ he’s a better villain than me when he was my age. And I mean, how does he think that makes me feel? WordGirl: RIGHT?! And you don’t know why it makes you feel that way, it just DOES! Butcher: (quietly repairing his cart) Uh huh, uh huh… WordGirl: And the more you think about it, the more it makes you want to SCREAM! Butcher: So this is really bugging you, huh? (he has now repaired the cart and is standing behind it) WordGirl: Oh, yeah… Butcher: Oh well, great! HAMBURGER HAMMER! WordGirl: Exactly… wait, what now? (Gets pummelled by flying meat) Butcher: Come on, Wolfgang! Don’t eat the trap! So long! Ha-ha-ha-haa! WordGirl: (breaking her head through the meat trap) Aah! I lost AGAIN! Narrator: First TJ, now the Butcher?? Rough day! Narrator: Later, back at the Botsfords’... Becky returns home, still fuming! Becky: Don’t worry. I’ll feel much better once I’m the victor. Which will be any minute now, because I’m not going to let myself be tricked again! (gives a nervous laugh) TJ: Becky, it’s great to see you! Becky: Wait, really? TJ: Yeah, now I can go back to winning everything! Becky: Well I have some bad news for you, TJ! For the rest of the day, I’M going to be the victor in any game you think up! TJ: (thinks for a minute) I’ll bet you can’t rake up more leaves than me! Becky: Oh, yeah? (grabs the rake from him) We’ll see about that! (TJ walks away smiling) Becky: Ha! I won! Finally! I AM THE -- (She looks around, and sees TJ relaxing in a hammock beside her, holding a drink.) TJ? TJ: Thanks for doing my chores for me, sis! DOUBLE win! Becky: Wha--? Ah-- (drops rake, smiling) I’m really the winner here, because I like a clean yard! (The wind picks up, blowing the leaves at her, along with a newspaper. She looks at the front page-- with a picture of her and Huggy covered in meat!) Hey! Seriously?! How could this even be in the newspaper already?! TJ: First one to sip this lemonade wins! (He takes a sip of it) I’m the victor! Becky: Argh! Becky: Because of TJ’s games, I went from annoyed, to angry, to really angry, to FUMING! I’m so upset I can barely think straight! Mr. Botsford: Becky, I understand that you’re upset, but this is your fault too, you know. Becky: Huh? Mr. Botsford: You know, you don’t have to accept TJ’s challenges by getting angry. If he wants to play the victor and eat a hot dog first, or touch a lamp post before you do, so what? What does it matter? Becky: I don’t know! But somehow TJ makes it matter! Mr. Botsford: (laughing) TJ’s just doing what little brothers sometimes do. But don’t worry-- some things are more important than being the victor. Becky: Like what? Mr. Botsford: Like doing the right thing. Becky: (thinking this over) Huh… maybe you’re right. Mr. Botsford: Oh, and Becky-- the first person to tie their shoe wins! Becky: Nice try, Dad! I know you’re just testing me. Mr. Botsford: You got me! (leaves, just as TJ shows up) TJ: First one to the kitchen wins! (takes off) Becky: Aha-ha. Go ahead, be the first one. See if I care. (becomes visibly uncomfortable) Aah! I care! (gets up and runs toward stairs) TJ: Ah, yeah, I’m the v-- what??? (Sees Becky sitting at the dining room table) Becky: Ha! Now I am the victor! Woo-hoo! (dancing) You know it, I won it, you know it, the victor, I’m the victor, I’m the victor-- TJ: Well gee, Becky, who cares who got to the kitchen anyway, right Dad? Becky, why does that matter so much to you? It doesn’t matter at all to me! Mr. Botsford: It’s nice to know someone around here has the right attitude. (Turns and walks back up the stairs.) TJ: (whispering) I am the victor! Becky: Aah! I won, and I still lost! (Hears a burglar alarm in the distance) That has to be the Butcher! And my chance to finally be THE VICTOR! WORD UP! The Butcher: All right, Wolfgang, hit it! (Wolfgang just sits there eating sausages.) C’mon! Mush! (The dog tries to move, but collapses) Huh. In blindside, this probably wasn’t the best idea! WordGirl: (arriving on the scene) I think you mean hindsight, Butcher! Butcher: Ahh, WordGirl! Back for more, huh? WordGirl: That’s right! And this time, I’ll end up the victor! Butcher: Oh, we’ll see about that! First one to barrage WordGirl with a blast of meatballs wins! (WordGirl and Huggy jump out of the way, and Wolfgang gets covered in meatballs.) Butcher: First one to trap WordGirl in a hot link fence wins! (Once again they avoid the attack, and the links pile up around Wolfgang.) Butcher; Firsts one to bury WordGirl in a pastrami storm wins! (He generates a tornado of pastrami, which pulls the bank vault off the ground and onto the roof.) WordGirl: Ha! You didn’t even win one, Butcher! Butcher: Ha! Neither did you! WordGirl: (frustrated) No, maybe not yet, but I will -- be -- THE VICTOR! Butcher: Heh-heh-heh! First person to safely escape while WordGirl is busy saving Wolfgang, WINS! (runs off) WordGirl: If I save Wolfgang, the Butcher will go free! WordGirl: The right thing to do here is, save Wolfgang! (She flies over and catches the falling vault, saving Wolfgang.) Butcher: (running through the park, gloating) Ha! I win again, WordGirl! I did it! I’m the winner! I beat WordGirl! WHOA! (falls down suddenly) Oh man! WordGirl: Looks like you took an unplanned trip! (elbows Huggy) Heh-heh, get it? Trip? Butcher: Yeah, I get it. And who leaves a piece of wood where someone can trip on it?! TJ: (jumping out of the bushes) Woo-hoo! First person to trip The Butcher wins! I am the victor! (the Hot Dog Vendor hands him a hot dog.) I wish Becky was here to see this. Becky? Becky? WordGirl: Well, I’m glad everything turned out right in the end! Narrator: So, you’re not fuming, even though it was more of a win for TJ than it was for you? WordGirl: NO! Heh-heh, no. Because in that moment, choosing to save Wolfgang was more important than defeating the Butcher, and… ahem… thanks to TJ, we still defeated the Butcher! So the way I look at it, I’m still the victor! Right? Narrator: Yeah yeah, I get it. You are the victor! So I guess there’s just one thing left to say-- WordGirl: What’s that? Narrator: First person to wrap up the episode wins! WordGirl and Narrator (together): Join us next time for more exciting adventures of WordGirl! (laughs) WordGirl: First one to fly away wins! Narrator: Hey, I can’t fly!
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