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| - Arthur: Shh. We're hunting the dangerous snig. Buster: It has big horns, and makes a terrifying sound, like this: Aroo! Arthur: And it's really hard to find because it blends in with the trees. D.W. (as snig): Aroo! Aroo! Buster: I hear it! I hear it! This way! (D.W. still making snig calls) (Arthur groans) D.W. (as snig): Aroo. Arthur: D.W., you're not camouflaged at all! It's supposed to be really hard to see you. Buster: And the aroo has to be much scarier, like this: Aroo! D.W.: OK, OK. Why do I always have to play the snig? Why can't one of them be the snig for a change? There, that should do it. Arthur: Once again, we're hunting the dangerous snig. Buster: It has big horns, and... Arthur: They know that, Buster. D.W. (as snig): Aroo! Buster: I hear it! Arthur: Let's go! (D.W. roars) Buster: Oh no! Arthur: D.W., you're wearing... (screams) Buster: Poison ivy! D.W,: Poison ivy? I thought we were playing dangerous snig. (Arthur screams) D.W.: Buster, you can't keep changing games! Wait up! D.W,: It itches, Mommy, it itches! Jane: This calamine lotion will help, honey. D.W. Loot at me, everyone will run away from me. Arthur: No they won't, D.W. D.W.: You and Buster did. Jane: It'll go away, D.W. The important thing is not to scratch. Arthur will help distract you. Arthur: I will? Arthur: D.W., do you have to wear my hockey mask? D.W.: If people can't see me, they won't run away. Buster: Hi, Arthur! Hi, D.W.! D.W.: I'm not D.W. I'm, uh, Otis. Buster: Why do you have a hockey mask on, uh, Otis? D.W.: I don't wanna get hit in the face with a puck. Got a problem with that? Arthur: She's got poison ivy, and she thinks people will run away from her. I'm supposed to make her feel better. Buster: Oh. Hey, Arthur, remember back in the fall when I had that really bad cough? Arthur: What cough? Buster: You know, the cough that started everything? (Buster coughing) Arthur: Check out these old joke books I found in the basement. Buster: (coughing) Hey, what did the banana say to the hippo? Arthur: What? Buster: Nothing, bananas don't talk. (Arthur and Buster laugh, then Buster starts coughing) Arthur: Buster, are you OK? Buster: Having...trouble...breathing. Buster: I didn't know what was wrong with me. It felt like I was trying to breathe through a straw. D.W.: So? I can breathe through a straw. Buster: A straw that's clogged. Allow me to demonstrate. (drinks the milkshake) Ah. See? You can imagine how hard it is to breathe through a straw. D.W.: No, I can't. I don't have any milkshake left! Arthur: I remember that day. Your mom came and took you to the doctor's right away! (Buster coughing) Arthur: This is all my fault! David: How can it be your fault? Arthur: It's because I showed him those dirty books! That's what made him sick! I just know it! Doctor: The dust and mold from the old joke book made it hard for you to breathe because you have asthma. Buster: Asthma? Does it mean I can't read joke books anymore, or tell jokes, or laugh? Doctor: Don't worry, Buster. If you take your medicine, you can do all the things you like. Buster (narrating): It didn't seem like such a big deal...to me. Arthur: If he gets even one little bit of dust up his nose, he can't breathe! It could happen anytime! Francine: Is asthma contagious? Shh. Here he is. Buster: Hi, guys. Arthur: Hey, Buster. Here, let me take those for you. There you go, buddy, all clean now! Buster: Uh... thanks. Francine: Has anyone seen my penicillin...? I mean, pencil and pen. Binky: So, Buster, if your asthma goes off do you get to leave class? Buster: Uh, maybe-- just to get my medicine. Binky: Just to get your... medicine? I bet that could take a long time. Buster: Uh... |I'll see you guys in the cafeteria. I have to go to the nurse's office. Arthur: Why is he going there? Francine: Maybe they're going to move him to a special school for sick kids. Binky: He's faking it to go home early. See, I knew he was faking it. He's just playing the kazoo. Arthur: That's his inhaler. He's taking medicine to help him breathe. (yelling, groaning) Buster: What are you guys doing here? Arthur: You found my glasses! We were just looking for them. Now we can all go to lunch. (inhaler sprays) Watch out, Buster! Here you go; it's safe now. (inhaler sprays) (gasping) Binky: Can't breathe! Tell the nurse! I think I have plasma! Buster: Don't you mean "asthma," Binky? Binky: Oh, stupid word-- too many consonants all smooshed together! (inhaler sprays) Buster: Why did you do that? You had me out. Francine: It... was an accident. Buster: No, it wasn't; I saw you drop the ball on purpose. Buster: What's wrong? Are you okay? Francie: Stay away! Stay away! Oh! Gotcha! Buster: Guess what? I'm cured! Arthur: Really? Are you sure? Buster: Sure I'm sure. Could I do this if I had asthma? (inhales deeply) Ahh... math. Arthur: But that's not an old book. Buster: Yeah, but it must have some dust in it-- I've never opened it. Binky: So you don't have to use that kazoo anymore? Buster: Nope. Francine: Well, I'm glad that's over. Now I don't have to worry about catching asthma. (inhaler sprays) Arthur: What is it, Buster? Buster: Uh... Francine: It's Boston cream pie today. |If we don't hurry, it'll all be gone. Buster: Yeah, pie... let's get that pie! (inhaler sprays) (kids yelling) BUSTER: Over here, I'm open! (panting) Hooray! (coughing) That's one...to nothing...(coughing) Arthur: Are you okay, Buster? Maybe I should go get the nurse. Buster: ('Gasping) I'm fine...just need a drink of water.... (inhaler sprays) Buster: (inhaling) Ahh... that's much better. |- | class="transcript" Nurse: It's important to take your medicine. Why'd you skip your appointment? Buster: I didn't want my friends to know about it. Nurse: Do you think maybe they don't understand? Buster: Maybe... maybe that's it. (inhaler sprays) (balloons squeaking against shirt) George: And that's an example of static electricity. Thank you. Buster: My science report is about asthma. But first I need you to imagine that you're very, very small. You're not imagining it! I really want you to imagine it. Very good. Now I want you all up my nose on the double! (inhaling deeply) All: Whoa! (air whooshing, rumbling) Buster: Watch your step. No flash photography. Binky: I don't think I've ever been in anyone's lungs before. George: Help, I'm stuck in some pie! Buster: Oh, no! George went down the wrong way! He's in my stomach! George: Yuck! Custard pie. Buster: Stick with the group, George. You could get lost in here! Francine: Is this where the asthma is? Is it a giant bug that'll attack us? Buster: No, no, asthma is just a word for what happens to my lungs when I breathe in dust or mold, like this. See, the walls are getting smaller! This is when I usually start to cough! Hold on! (loud, deep coughs) (others screaming) Arthur: That felt so real! George: Ugh! Buster: And asthma is not contagious. Any questions? Binky: Are you trying to tell us something? Buster: Yeah, I'm still the same old Buster. I just have asthma... like I have big ears. Binky: "Same old Buster..." "Big ears." I'm going to ace this test! (class applauding) Buster: Once they understood it it wasn't such a big deal anymore. D.W.: Hey, I bet if someone's afraid of my poison ivy I should just explain it. Buster: Hey, you're not Otis, you're D.W.! D.W.: Sorry I had to fool you. (gasping) Timmy: Look, Tommy! D.W.'s got the chicken poxes! D.W.: No, I don't, it's just poison ivy. It's no big deal. Tommy: Don't come any closer! We'll catch it! D.W.: No, you won't. I'll tell l about it. Then you'll understand. Tibbles: No! D.W.: Come back here and let me make you smarter! I got it from a plant, and it'll be gone in a couple of days and the white stuff's called Calamine lotion. Hey, wait up, there's more!
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