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| - Narrator: It’s a normal day downtown, where Becky “WordGirl” Botsford gets ready for another difficult art class. Becky: Hey Bob, does this look like a bunny? (Her drawing looks more like a two-headed chicken. Bob looks at it from different angles, and scratches his head.) You could have just said no. Ms. Champlain: All right, class. I’d like you to close your mouths and open your hearts to our newest student-- Theodore McCallister the Third! Tobey: Oh, Ms. Champlain, that’s so formal! We’ll all friends here. Please, call me Tobey! Ms. Champlain: Tobey? Ooh, that’s a fun name! Ha-ha-ha! Tobey: Yes, it is. Becky: (whispering to Bob) What’s Tobey doing here? Narrator: (whispering back) I don’t know. Becky: Uh, I’m talking to Bob. Narrator: (still whispering) Oh, sorry! Tobey: Greeting, fellow artists! It is my pleasure to join your ranks, and be a part of the glorious future of art! (stops to look at Violet’s canvas) My, what a charming painting. I should have no problem being the best artist here! (picks up an easel) Oh, why Becky, hello. My word, it’s been such a long time. When was the last time we saw one another? Becky: When you tried to destroy my house with robots! Tobey: O-o-oh yes, my that was ages ago! (Sets up his easel where Bob’s is, knocking him over.) Becky: Wouldn’t you be more comfortable over there? Tobey: Well, although I’m not particular fond of you either, I don’t know anyone else here in class… pretty awkward! Ms. Champlain: Today, we are going to use our souls and our paintbrushes to bring to life the inner struggle and desires of this bowl of fruit. Tobey: Ha! A bowl of fruit? This should take me about five seconds. (to Becky) Prepare to witness the painting of… a masterpiece! Becky: Uh-huh, great. Tobey: Peculiar… that doesn’t look at all like a banana. Becky: Yikes! Tobey: i don’t understand. Becky: I do. You’re just not that great at art. It’s okay, I’m the same way. Tobey: What? That’s preposterous! I, Theodore McCallister the Third, am good at everything! Becky: Except art. Tobey: There must be something wrong with this BRUSH! (Jams it through the canvas) Ms. Champlain: Ten more minutes.. Tobey: Only ten minutes more?? But I’m nowhere close to painting my masterpiece! (Looks at Becky’s painting) Oh, thank goodness! Yours is actually more hideous than mine! Becky: Nope. Yours is worse! Violet: You guys, this isn’t a competition. But if it were, Becky’s is better! Tobey: Running out of time! (He gets an idea, and casually walks over to the window. Then he signals one of his robots, and hands it a paintbrush and an artist’s palette.) Here, paint a bowl of fruit immediately! (Tobey holds the canvas out while the robot paints.) Well done! Well, I know you’re all anxious to see my masterpiece--well here it is! (He holds up a masterful portrait of the bowl of fruit.) Ms. Champlain: Tobey-- did you just have that robot paint that for you? Tobey: W-what? No, no! Ms. Champlain: Tobey, this is unacceptable! Becky: Looks like you painted yourself into a corner, Tobey! Tobey: I find these accusations insulting! I painted this masterpiece! Ms. Champlain: No, you didn’t! Tobey: All right, but I created the robot that painted this masterpiece, thus I myself am a great artist! Ms. Champlain: No, Tobey, it means that I will have to tell your mother you didn’t complete your assignment! Tobey: But-- Mother? Oh, I bet you’d like to, but you will never get the chance! You’ve seen how well my robot paints? Now let’s see how well it sculpts! (He presses a button on the remote.) Becky: (whispering to Bob) We’ve got to stop that robot! Let’s get out of here! Tobey: (grabbing Becky) You get a front row seat, art buddy! Becky: How thoughtful. Tobey: Now, my faithful robot! Turn that bus into a sculpture! Tobey: Wait-- what are you doing? Tobey: No, you fool-- destroy the bus! Crush it! Crush it! No, don’t paint, destroy! We talked about this! How dare you defy me! I’m your master! Ms. Champlain: Mister Robot, that is some mural! Becky: Eh, I guess I think it’s pretty! Ms. Champlain: I-I’ve never seen such artistic prowess from a student! Violet: What about me? Ms. Champlain: Um, from a student made of metal. Violet: Oh, metal. Ms. Champlain: You have truly created a glorious masterpiece. Tobey: Well, I suppose it’s good, but it’s no masterpiece! Becky: Sure it is! A masterpiece means a flawless example of skill or excellence, like that beautiful skyscraper. Or Bob’s haircut! Ms. Champlain: Here’s a shiny sticker. (Places it on the robot’s forehead. It blushes.) Tobey: That sticker should be MINE! Alright, that’s it, Mr. artist robot! Time to do what you’re supposed to, whether you like it or not! Berserker mode! (Presses a button on his remote, and the robot gets zapped with a charge of electricity. It starts pounding its chest rapidly, then starts moving around.) Oh, I love the sound of people gasping in fear! It relaxes me. Becky: I think this is our cue! (Pulls Bob behind an easel.) Word Up! (takes off) Tobey: Now, Ms. Champlain, I’ll ask you to please join me as I paint my real masterpiece… ALL OVER THIS CITY! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! WordGirl: Your robot looks tired, Tobey! I think it needs a NAP! (She tosses it to the ground.) Tobey: Oh-ho-ho, WordGirl. How lovely to see you again. I admire your spirit, but can’t wait to see it run! (He presses a button and the robot is back on its feet.) WordGirl: Uh-oh! (It slams its hand against her and Huggy, propelling them backwards.) Whoa! (They land on a brick chimney.) Tobey: Ha ha! WordGirl: All right, robot! Prepare to be dismantled once and for all! Huggy? Violet: Do you think WordGirl’s actually been-- Tobey: Defeated? YES! You’re free to gasp. (All of the class lets out a gasp.) (singing) I defeated WordGirl, I defeated WordGirl, la la, loo loo… Tobey: Would you stop that? What’s going on here? WordGirl: We’re posing for his painting! We’re a spring flower. Apparently it’s abstract… I don’t get it. Tobey: This is unacceptable! You went against my commands AGAIN! Ms. Champlain: Now that is the power of art! Tobey: Oh, I’ve had enough of all of this! Robot, SMASH! (He presses a button on the remote, but the robot just looks over at him and continues painting.) DESTROY! (It continues painting.) Violet: Maybe your remote’s broken. Tobey: It’s fine. Violet: Batteries dead? Tobey: I checked them this morning! (Walks over to WordGirl and the robot) Well, you three must think you’re so cute! WordGirl: Well, we’re kind of cute, yeah. Tobey: We’ll just see how cute you look after my SUPER robot gets through with you! (Holds up another remote) WordGirl: Uh, what’s that sound? Narrator: Now THAT’s a gas! Tobey: Meet my masterpiece... the-- WordGirl: Wait, I thought the artsy robot was your masterpiece! Tobey: My-- no, he’s-- he’s no masterpiece! He’s-- mediocre! Pedestrian! Second rate! (The artsy robot looks put off by Tobey’s comments.) WordGirl: No, I’m pretty sure you called him your masterpiece. Narrator: I’ll check the tape. Tobey: Quiet, you! Regardless, you’ll have quite a difficult time defeating my super robot! Tobey: Dah, I hit the samba button. (Everyone starts laughing. Then he presses another button, and a claw comes out. Everyone gasps.) Alright, seriously? You people are very distracting! WordGirl: Okay, this robot IS a masterpiece. Tobey: I told you! (to Ms. Champlain) Where’s MY shiny sticker? Ms. Champlain: I ran out! Tobey: That’s not fair! WordGirl: Alright, super robot! Time for a monkey attack! (She tosses Huggy at it, but he just smashes into it and falls off.) Tobey: Double tummy plate! Just installed it! I’ve fixed that little flaw. WordGirl: Good for you. (She throws large boulders at the robot, and even flies into space and drops a meteor on it, but it does no damage.) Artsy, your turn! (Artsy tosses the palette and paintbrush at the super robot.) Is that all you got? (Artsy holds up a portrait he made of the super robot.) Pretty, but it’s not gonna help us at all! WordGirl: You know guys, I don’t think we have enough firepower to bring this super robot down! Tobey: Just one push of this button-- my super robot will defeat you ALL! Ha-ha-ha-ha! Narrator: Will WordGirl, Captain Huggy Face and this very artistic robot be defeated by this super robot? Narrator: Is that robot crying? WordGirl: I guess so! Ms. Champlain: Now THAT is the power of-- Tobey: Don’t say it! Ms. Champlain: -- ART! WordGirl: Wow, Artsy, great job! Tobey: That’s it! You’re all going to pay! I shall end this once and for-- Where’s my remote? WordGirl: You mean this? (She holds it up.) WordGirl: Go ahead! Zap away! (crushes it) Tobey: Doh! Uh, ha-ha, WordGirl! My old friend! You’re not-- upset about the whole trying-to-defeat-you-with-my-little-harmless-super-robot thing, are you? Tobey: This is absurd, I will not stand for this-- WordGirl: Actually, you kind of already are! Ms. Champlain: (looking at Artsy’s painting) Oh my, it just keeps getting better and better! A true masterpiece! (She puts another gold star on his head, which is already covered with stars.) Tobey: I thought you said you ran out of stickers! Ms. Champlain: I bought more! Tobey: Oh, this couldn’t be more embarrassing! I hate art! WordGirl: I have to admit, I’m really starting to like it! Narrator: Well, that’s that! All neat and tidy. (laughs) Like that darling Little Boy Blue outfit! Tobey: Oh, stop it! Narrator: Be sure to tune in next time for another gasp-inducing masterpiece of an episode-- WordGirl: Nicely done! Narrator: Thank you! -- of WordGirl!
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