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| - Narrator: During a busy lunch hour at National National Bank, the Butcher commits his latest robbery. Or, at least he will as soon as it’s his turn in line. Baker: Say, buddy. Do you mind if I cut in front of you? I want to make my deposit before they run out of those neat balloons! Butcher: Yeah, sure, go ahead. (to himself) The more money you put in, the more I get to take out! Heh-heh-heh-heh! Baker: Hey, hold on a sec. Do I know you from somewhere? Butcher: Maybe. What prisons you been in? Baker: Prisons? Ha, that’s a good one. Butcher: Ha, ha, yeah. What’s so hysterious? Baker: Wait a minute… butcher hat… butcher apron… butchering the word hilarious… Butcher! Is that you? Butcher: Yeah? Who’s askin’? Baker: It’s me-- Baker! Butcher: Baker? No way! Aw man, I haven’t seen you since elephentary school! Baker: Ha-ha! I think you mean elementary school. Same old Butcher! Butcher: Heh, heh, heh! (Gives him a hug) Candlestick Maker: Uh, sorry man, the parking lot was full, so I had to drive around for a-- Butcher?! Hey-hey-hey-hey! Butcher: Baker! Is that-- Baker: The Candlestick Maker! Butcher: Oh, man! The Trouble-making Trio, together again! What’ve you guys been up to? Baker: Well I grew up and opened the bakery… Candlestick Maker: And I make candles. My shop is next door to his. Butcher: Wow, you guys really branched out, huh? Candlestick Maker: So, you need to get some money from the bank for your butcher shop, huh? Butcher: Oh! (laughs) Uh, yeah. Right. My butcher shop. Baker: Psst! Hey Wax, get a load of those! (points at the balloons in front of the teller's cage.) Candlestick Maker: Huh-huh-huh-huh, balloons! And they got blue ones! Those are the best. Butcher: You guys thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’? Baker: That it’s time for the Trouble-Making Trio to strike again? Butcher, Baker, and Candlestick Maker: (together) Rub-a-Dub, Dub! Baker: Oh, no! My pet-- iguana! Yeah, iguana has escaped! Can everyone look all around and help me find him? Bank Teller: Hey! You’re only supposed to take one! Activate the free balloon alarm! Butcher: Oh, yeah? PASTRAMI ATTACK-- Baker: Ha-ha-ha! Come on! Let’s get out of here! Butcher: Oh! Yeah! Uh, right. Butcher: Rub-a-dub-dub! Whoop-eee! Narrator: Meanwhile, at the home of the better-behaved Becky Botsford… Becky: How’s the cake frosting coming, Bob? Announcer: TV news flash! A trio of men made a daring heist today at National National Bank... Becky: A bank heist? This sounds like a job for-- Announcer: …gettiing away with bunches of free balloons, and one of those pens on a chain! Becky: Oh. Never mind. Mrs. Botsford: Hi, hon! How’s your dad’s birthday cake coming along? Becky: Bob is putting the finishing touches on it now. Becky: It wasn’t easy making a-- red velvet marble black forest angel food carrot cake with lemon vanilla cream fudge frosting! Why does Dad’s favorite cake have so many ingredients? Mrs. Botsford: Oh, you know your father, Becky. He’s so-- uh… Becky: Finicky? Mrs. Botsford: Uh… Becky: You know, it means he’s really choosy and specific about what he likes! Mrs. Botsford: That’s it! Well, if you can be finicky about words, he can be finicky about cakes. And after all, it is his special day. Mrs. Botsford: Wow! Bob, that is… um… umm…. Becky: ... ready to fall over! (She zips over and grabs Bob before the cake can fall on him,) Whoa! (The cake hits the floor, and more frosting covers the walls.) Mrs. Botsford: Oh! Becky: Well, we’d better go to the store and get more ingredients. Come on, Bob. Butcher: Oh man, this is gonna be classic! Candlestick Maker: (giggles) Classic! Baker: Ssh! Someone’s coming! Becky: Hi. I need to make a very special kind of cake, and I was wondering-- Manager: Cake? We’ve got cake. In fact, we’ve got all kinds of cakes. How about an angel food cake? (He starts walking toward the door, but Becky stops him.) Becky: Oh, no thanks. I just-- Manager: Well, how about a nice strawberry shortcake? They’re on sale! (He walks toward the door again, but stops.) Becky: No, no thanks. I actually-- Manager: My, you’re finicky! Fond cake? Cheesecake? Pineapple upside-down cake? Baker: (in a low voice) Hey, kid. Ask for some flour. Becky: Oh, right, we need some flour. Wait-- who said that? Manager: Flour? Why, we have a whole bunch of flour right over here! I’ll just-- hmm, that’s strange. (The three of them giggles from their hiding place.) Oh, well. I’ll just go get some more from the stockroom. Be right back! Baker: Hey, nice flour! Flour face! Candlestick Maker: Yeah, flour face! Manager: (still running around aimlessly) I hope you paid for that flour! And those bananas! Butcher: The Trouble-making Trio strikes again! Rub-a-dub-dub! Baker: Rub-a-dub-dub! Becky: Butcher? Butcher: Uh, no. Maybe. Becky: (with a smirk on her face) Are you here pulling a goofy prank? Butcher: What? No, um, I’m here casing the joint! Baker: Come on, Butcher, let’s scram! Before we get in trouble! Butcher; Heh. Uh, see you around, kid! Stay in school. Manager: You hooligans come back here! I’m calling your parents! Becky: He’s up to something. I don’t know what it is, but now this is definitely a job for WordGirl! Word UP! (transforms) Narrator: Moments later, a flour-less WordGirl and Captain Huggy Face take to the skies in search of the Butcher and the rest of his Trouble-making Trio! WordGirl: Trio? Wait-- there’s three of them? WordGirl: Well, that’s what trio means. It’s a different way to say a group of three. Narrator: Speaking of which, you have exactly three minutes to get to a bakery before they all close. WordGirl: Oh, no! Dad’s birthday cake! WordGirl: (reading the sign) “The Baker’s Good Stuff Bakery.” Good eye, Huggy! Oh, but there’s no time to change! Narrator: Well, this is just a suggestion, but maybe you should remain as WordGirl to visit this particular bakery. Hint, hint. WordGirl: Have you been reading ahead in the script again? Narrator: Maybe. WordGirl: Let’s go, CHF! Candlestick Maker: Oh wow, this is so much fun, you guys! Baker: Yeah, what do you say tomorrow we start a springtime snowball fight? Candlestick Maker: Ho-ho-ho-ho, it’s not winter anymore! Classic! Butcher: Yeah, classic. Baker: Or we could steal another of farmer McGinley’s wash tubs! Butcher: I- I think I need to go back to stealin’ money. Baker: Stealing? Butcher: Making. I meant, uh, making money. Baker: Oh, come on, Butcher! You can take one more day off from the butcher shop, can’t ya? Live a little! Butcher: Oookay. Uh, maybe it’s time I told you guys the truth. You see, I don’t really own a butcher shop. Baker: Ooh! A customer. Hold that thought! Baker: Hello, may I help-- Baker: WordGirl? WordGirl: Hi! I know it’s late, but are you still open? Baker: No! Uh… I mean yes! Why? I didn’t do anything wrong! WordGirl: What? Baker: I mean-- what can I do for you? WordGirl: Oh! Well, I-- uh, no, a friend of mine needs to order a very special birthday cake for a very finicky person. Baker: Oh? WordGirl: Do you have any-- red velvet marble black forest angel food carrot cake with lemon vanilla cream fudge frosting? WordGirl: Umm… Mr. Baker? Hello? Baker: Oh! Yes, uh, we might have the very cake you’re looking for... (pauses to adjust his neckerchief) ... WordGirl. Allow me to just step into the back room to check. WordGirl: Oh! Okay, great! Hey, could Captain Huggy Face have one of your cute balloons, please? Baker: You guys! WordGirl is right out front! Butcher: WordGirl? Baker: Yeah, and she totally saw the balloons, her monkey wanted one! Candlestick Maker: Oh man, oh man, oh man, this isn’t happening! Not me, not to me, nooo! Baker: We’re gonna go to jail! Butcher: Guys, take it easy! There’s nothin’ to worry about. WordGirl: (offscene) Huggy, put that pen down! I don’t care if it’s on a chain. Candlestick Maker: Ahh! I don’t want to go to jail! (He jumps into the tub.) Butcher: Ah, pu-lease! I’m tellin ya, there’s no way she knows about the balloons! Baker: Ahh! (runs to the tub) WordGirl: Maybe I know a little something! Butcher: WordGirl! (pause) Super-hearing? WordGirl: You might as well give it up, Butcher. I’m here to break up your little-- uh, why are they sitting in a tub? Butcher: Oh. Well, they’re not really used to this whole criminal thing. Baker: I’m not a criminal! I’m a baker! Candlestick Maker: I just make pretty candles! WordGirl: What are you two doing mixed up with the Butcher? Butcher: Hey, we’re old friends! And together, we’re the Trouble-making Trio! Rub-a-dub-dub! Candlestick Maker: I wanna go rub-a-dub-home! WordGirl: Wow. Some tough trio! Butcher: Okay, that’s it! (He walks over to the tub.) Guys, listen. This has been fun, but I gotta go back to being what I am-- an endangerous criminal! WordGirl: You mean dangerous. Butcher: Whatever. Baker: Wait-- you’re a criminal? Butcher: Yeah. I-I don’t own a butcher shop. I steal stuff. And when people like WordGirl get in my way, I do this… CORNED BEEF KABOOM! WordGirl: Time to turn that frown upside down, Butcher! Butcher: Ha-ha! Ya missed-- OOMPH! Baker: Ooh! Uncle! Uncle! Grocery Store Manager: That’s them, officer! The Trouble-making Trio! Officer Jim: Well, rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub! Officer #2: And who do you think they be? WordGirl: Uh, it’s the Butcher, the Baker, and the Candlestick maker! Officer Jim: Turn ‘em out, knaves all three! WordGirl: I don’t get it. Baker: Wait! Wait! Please don’t send us to jail! We’re really sorry! Candlestick Maker: Yeah! So sorry! WordGirl: Well… do you promise to return the pen and the balloons to the bank? Baker and Candlestick Maker: Yes, WordGirl, yes! WordGirl: You’ll apologize to the grocery store manager, and help clean his store? Baker and Candlestick Maker: Yes, WordGirl, yes! WordGirl: And do you promise that this is the end of the Trouble-making Trio once and for all? Baker and Candlestick Maker: We promise, WordGirl! WordGirl: Well, there’s just one last thing. I need a small favor. Baker and Candlestick Maker: Anything! You name it! Shoot! Go ahead! WordGirl: Okay. There’s this finicky person I know who needs a very unusual birthday cake and candles. Butcher: Uh… do they like pot roast? Becky, TJ, and Mrs. Botsford: Happy birthday! Mr. Botsford: Wow, this is the best birthday ever! I even got a red velvet marble black forest angel food carrot cake with lemon vanilla cream fudge frosting! My favorite. From Becky and Bob. Becky: Uh, it was no trouble at all. Mr. Botsford: Gosh, what could make this day any more special? Mr. Botsford: Well, uh, thank you... I think. Narrator: Well, WordGirl fans, so much for the half-baked plans of the Trouble-making Trio. And don’t forget-- if you’re finicky about where you get your word-filled fun and excitement, tune in next time for another adventure of WordGirl!
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