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| - Narrator: In the dark depths of an evil villain’s secret lair… Chuck: I, Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy, should be the biggest, most powerful, most feared super-villain in the city! And I would be, if it weren’t for WordGirl! Ooh, how I hate her! Well, hate is such a strong word. Let’s just say I don’t like her very much. Yes! I don’t like her very much at all! And here is the key to taking over the city, and stopping WordGirl once and for all-- my new super-yummy delicious salami sandwich! It’s so yummy delicious that everyone in the city will give me anything I want for just one bite! Let’s see WordGirl stop THAT! Hee-yeah! Chuck: And now, for the final touch… just a little dip in my super-special mayo with extra zing! Chuck’s Mom: (offscreen) Chuckie-bear! It’s time for the dentist! Chuck: NOO! Ma, you ruined my evil plan! Chuck’s Mom: I’ll be in the car! (closes the basement door) Chuck: Why does ma always have to ruin everything? She ruined my giant mustard sprinkler, my fake sandwich coupon caper, my Halloween sleepover in eighth grade, and now THIS! I gotta get out of here! (thinking) What if I built myself an evil lair? That way, I can move out and get WordGirl at the same time! Yeah! From this day forward, Chuckie-bear will have a new evil lair! I-- I mean, Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy. Please, could you forget the Chuckie-bear thing? Narrator: We wish we could! Narrator: The next day, in WordGirl’s Spaceship Clubhouse… WordGirl: Nice moves, Huggy! Looking good! WordGirl: No I’m not! That was a sincere compliment. I really meant it! WordGirl: Oh! Uh… still looking good-- Huggy. WordGirl: Oh-- incoming call. (giggles, then says under her breath) Saved by the bell! WordGirl: Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy? Chuck: Hey, WordGirl! I was just sitting around and I thought I’d see if you guys want to come out and, I don’t know, have a little superhero, evil villain thing? WordGirl: Umm, I guess, sure! Let me just grab Captain Huggy Face. Chuck: Okay, meet you at the park. Bye. WordGirl: Come on, Huggy! We have to go stop Chuck from-- uh-- some evil crime. Maybe. Word up. I guess. (She grabs Huggy and they take off.) Chuck: Hey guys! Thanks for coming. WordGirl: Sure! So, uh, did you have a crime planned or something? Chuck: Nah, I just wanted to give you a little present! Of MUSTARD! Chuck: Ha-ha-ha, I can’t believe you fell for the old “inviting the superhero to the park then coating them in a thick layer of mustard” trick! Ha-ha-ha-heh! (Notices something on the ground) Hey, a bus token. Oh, goodie! WordGirl: Ahh! Man, it’s hot in there! WordGirl: We have mustard at home, you know! WordGirl: Well, we’re definitely not at the park anymore. I wonder where this hallway leads. Chuck: To your doom! WordGirl: Chuck? What is this place? Chuck: Well, you, my dizzy superduo, are in my new evil lair-- Sandwich World! WordGirl: Whoa! Chuck: It’s a theme park made to finish off you and that Captain Fancy Pants once and for all! Feel free to fight your way out. If you can! WordGirl: We have to get out of here! (She and Huggy dodge the swinging blades.) Huggy, look! (She points at a large circular opening at the other end of the room.) That looks like a way out. (She grabs Huggy and flies quickly into the opening.) WordGirl: Whoa! WordGirl: Hey, this is actually-- kind of fun! In a nauseating kind of way. WordGirl: There it is! (Huggy drops through the opening, followed by WordGirl.) Narrator: Hey, good thinking back there! Really, really smart! WordGirl: Oh! Thanks for the compliment! Narrator: Anytime, sister. WordGirl: Anyway, Huggy, we have to find a-- WordGirl: We’re sinking, aren’t we? WordGirl: What is this stuff? (Huggy chatters at her.) Marshmallow? Is it good? (Huggy gives her a “so-so” gesture.) Uh-oh! Quick, Huggy! Look for something to grab onto! (He grabs onto her.) You realize you’re just making me sink faster? Whoa! WordGirl: Man! This is some lair! WordGirl: Great! Now we’re stuck again! WordGirl: Uh-oh! WordGirl: Hey! That was-- kind of annoying. WordGirl: Wow-- this is kind of fun, too! Chuck: (over loudspeaker) Well, I didn’t want anyone to get hurt! WordGirl: O-kay! Kind of defeats the point, but I’m not complaining. WordGirl: Whoa! Chuck: Ha-ha-ha! Well, it seems my new lair has got the upper hand on you! WordGirl: You’re right-- so far! But don’t worry. Captain Huggy Face and I will figure out how to break out of your little-- hideaway! Chuck: Hideaway? Heh-heh-heh, no. This is a lair. You’re not that great with words, are you? WordGirl: A lair IS a secret hideaway! It’s a hideout no one else knows about. For example, my lair is-- oh! Wait. I probably shouldn’t tell you. Chuck: Yeah… you could if you want. I’ll probably forget by the next episode anyway. WordGirl: That’s true. You do have a pretty bad memory! Okay. My secret lair is the spaceship I came to earth in! Chuck: It is? Wow, awesome! Chuck: Oop! You know what that means! WordGirl: Not-- really. Chuck: It’s pickle time! (He pressed a red button, and a special bumper car comes out, designed with a pickle nose and having robotic arms with boxing gloves attached.) WordGirl: Wow, we’re really in a pickle. WordGirl: Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Narrator: Yes, you could have. WordGirl: Huggy! An air duct! Chuck: Huh? Where’d you go? Come on! WordGirl: Okay, Huggy. I’ll distract Chuck, you crawl through the air duct, find Chuck’s control room, and shut down this sinister lair! Chuck: WordGirl are you still in the room? WordGirl: Maybe. Why? Chuck: Uh… no reason. WordGirl: Whoa! WordGirl: Alright, WordGirl! If you like the rest of my lair, I think you’ll be really imPRESSED with this room! Chuck: That’s why I said the whole “impressed” thing, get it? Pressed? It’s a sandwich press. WordGirl: Funny! Chuck: Thanks! WordGirl: Come on, Huggy-- hurry up! Chuck: Hey, where’s your monkey guy? WordGirl: Oh, him? Uh, he’s trapped. In-- one of the other rooms! Couldn’t get out. Nope. Chuck: Ha-ha, I knew with this new lair I’d be able to defeat you! WordGirl: Yeah, you know, this place is really amazing! And I’m not just giving you a compliment in order to butter you up so you’ll let your guard down allowing us to capture you by surprise! It really is great! Chuck: Thanks! I think… What’s a compliment? WordGirl: Um, a compliment is when you say something nice about someone or something. Like, if I tell the narrator he’s been doing a great job lately! Narrator: Aww, it’s no big-- (starts crying) --Thank you. WordGirl: Don’t mention it! Or Chuck, when I say your new lair is really amazing! Chuck: Oh, I get it! Well, thank you for the compliment WordGirl! WordGirl: Eh, no problem. I’ll tell you, Chuck, Sandwich World may be the best evil lair I’ve ever been in! Chuck: Oh, wow! I’m blushing up here! WordGirl: Ungh-- you really have a beautiful new home! Chuck: (sadly) Right. New home. Yeah. WordGirl: What? What’s wrong? Chuck: Nothing. Nothing! Why would anything be wrong? WordGirl: No reason, you just sound a little-- sad. Chuck: I’m not sad! I have the evil lair of my dreams! WordGirl: Okay. Chuck: So what if it’s hard moving into a new place? I’ll get used to it. WordGirl: Right! Chuck: And so what if I’m having a little trouble figuring out where everything is? And my mom’s not here to tuck me in at night? WordGirl: Mom tuckings are the best! Chuck: I know! They are! It’s just that-- this has been a bigger adjustment than I expected. And, well… ohh… WordGirl: Chuck, you sound a little homesick. Chuck: What? Homesick? For that dark basement? WordGirl: Well, I was just saying… Chuck: And my pesky mother always nosing into my business? WordGirl: I-- I don’t really know your mother… Chuck: (chuckling) --And her delicious hot sandwiches? The special ones she made whenever I was feeling down. WordGirl: Yeah, uh… Chuck: And the way she kissed my boo-boos when I fell off my exercise bike… I wanna go home! WordGirl: Uh, how about stopping these walls first? Chuck: This was a huge mistake. How could I leave my mommy? How could I leave my mommy? (he starts sobbing) WordGirl: Uh, Chuck-- just hit the stop button and-- and I’ll bring you back to your mommy, okay? WordGirl: Uggh! Huggy, find the control! Quickly! Just press the button! WordGirl: Phew! Thanks, Huggy. Chuck: Oh man, that felt good! Sometimes you need to get all the saddies out, you know. (Huggy pats him on the shoulder.) Oh, that’s nice too. Well, I guess I’ll just head back home, then. WordGirl: Uh, can you please let me out first? Chuck: Whoops! Sorry. (He retracts the sandwich press, giving her room to escape. She ends up next to him and Huggy.) WordGirl: Thanks! Chuck: No, thank you for helping me realize I was homesick. You know, you’re a really good listener. WordGirl: Oh, well thanks for the compliment! Chuck: No problem! So, um, I hate to ask, but can you guys help me move all my stuff back into my mom’s basement? WordGirl: Ew, uh, I-- we have a lot of crime to fight this week! So, uh, sorry. Narrator: And, uh, I’m just a voice, so-- Chuck: Alright, alright, I can take a hint! I’ll hire a mover. WordGirl: That’s a great idea! Narrator: My cousin knows a guy! Narrator: So once again, WordGirl and Captain Huggy Face escape from danger, by listening and giving someone a bunch of compliments. Hmm, it doesn’t sound so exciting when you say it like that! Chuck: Now, THIS is an evil lair! Home, sweet home. Chuck’s Mom: (offscreen) Chuckie Buttons, your sandwich is ready! Chuck: Yes, mother! Narrator: Tune in next time for another amazing adventure of WordGirl!
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