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| - Mrs. Read: Come on, D.W., time for school. D.W.: (rising excitedly) Oh boy! School! D.W.: All finished! (backs out of her chair) We should go, Mom, or we might be late! (gets up and heads over to her chair) Why don't you take your cereal with you? Mrs. Read: D.W., we've got plenty of time. Arthur: (facing and speaking to the viewer) D.W. really loves school. Sometimes I think it's her favorite thing in the whole world. D.W.: (zipping down a slide) Wheeee! D.W. and Classmates: With a moo-moo here and a moo-moo there. Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo-moo! Ms. Morgan: Another pumpkin muffin, D.W.? D.W.: Thank you, Ms. Morgan. Arthur: (voiceover) But I remember one time when D.W. didn't think school was such a great place. Mrs. Read: How was school, honey? D.W.: (getting in) Um... Mrs. Read: (putting on her seatbelt) Okay! D.W.: I'm not going back! I'll never go to school again. I can't! ~~~~ Binky: "D.W. All Fired Up" Arthur: (grabbing D.W., who is chasing after Pal and Toady) D.W.! D.W.: Hey! Ms. Morgan: (clapping her hands) Listen up, boys and girls. I've just been told that soon our class will have a our first fire drill. D.W.: Wow, our class will have a fire drill. Class: Wow! Emily: (raising her hand) Ms. Morgan, what's a fire drill? Ms. Morgan: It's a plan we follow to make sure we get out of school safely in case there's a fire. D.W.: Huh? Fire? Did Ms. Morgan say we're going to have a fire? Tommy: Yeah. That's why we have to have a fire drill. Ms. Morgan: Okay, class. First, let's practice lining up quickly and quietly, so you'll be able to hear my instructions. Everybody up. Ms. Morgan: Don't take anything with you. (D.W. puts her stuff down and joins the line.) Timmy: This is so great. Tommy: Fire drill. Yeah. Fire drill. Ms. Morgan: (to Timmy) Stop. Drop. And roll. Good. (D.W. approaches for her turn.) Stop. Drop. And roll. D.W.: Hey, this is fun! What's it for? Timmy: It's for when your clothes catches on fire. D.W.: (sitting up) Wait a minute. I'm going to be on fire? When am I going to be on fire? Tommy: (rolling and chanting meanly) Fire drill, fire drill, fire drill...! Ms. Morgan: Stop. Drop. And roll. Very good. D.W.: (running up to her) Ms. Morgan. There's some stuff about this fire drill I'd like to get cleared up. Ms. Morgan: Don't worry, D.W. We're going to talk about fire safety all week. All your questions will be answered. Arthur: (off-screen) D.W.! D.W.! D.W.: Huh? Arthur: (offering her a pitcher) I said, "Do you want lemonade?" D.W.: Yeah, sure. Arthur: Hey! (he tries to pour some more, she pulls away) D.W.! Mrs. Read: (exiting the house) Arthur! Be careful! Arthur: She keeps moving so I'll spill it and be wet! D.W.: I didn't do anything. Mr. Read: Smoke detector! Mrs. Read: I think it's coming from D.W.'s room! Mr. Read: I don't smell smoke! Do you smell smoke? Mrs. Read: Now it's coming from downstairs! Arthur: (approaching from behind, sleepy, glasses off) Wha-? Mr. Read: D.W.! What are you doing? D.W.: I couldn't sleep, so I'm testing the smoke detectors. The ones in my room and the kitchen work good... Mrs. Read: (grabbing the broom) That's not a game, D.W. Now, come on honey, back to bed. Arthur: (at the top of the stairs, now holding Pal) What's happening? Mrs. Read: (yawns) Go back to sleep. D.W.: (being placed back in bed) I'm sorry. I was just trying to be helpful. Mr. Read: (yawns) I know. Go to sleep now. Tommy and Timmy: (dressed as firefighters) Fire drill! Fire drill! Fire drill! D.W.: Phew! D.W.: Mommy, I don't feel good. I don't want to go to school today. Arthur: Mom, she's faking it. D.W.: She was up all night with the smoke alarms. She can stay home if she needs to. Arthur: What about me? I was up from the smoke alarms, too. Guess I can't go to school either. Mrs. Read: Don't you have a math test today? Arthur: Yeah, but-- oh, alright. Mrs. Read: (gives him a kiss as he gets up to leave) Good luck on your test. Nadine: (looking out the window) I think school's out. Here come the Tibbles. D.W.: (racing outside) Hey, Tommy! Timmy! So, uh, anything important happen in school today? Tommy: We colored. D.W.: And what else? Didn't you do anything... more important? Tommy: Yeah. We glued some sticks together. D.W.: What about the fire drill!? Was it today? Tommy and Timmy: Nope! (They walk away.) Nadine: (appearing in a flash) I guess you didn't miss the fire drill. D.W.: But, Mom, I can't go to school today either! I'm still sick! Look at my elbow, it's all wrinkly! Mrs. Read: D.W., you love school. What's wrong? Why do you really not wanna go? D.W.: I do wanna go. I just don't want to go when there's a stupid fire drill. It's stupid! Mrs. Read: Fire drills are really important. We have to do them. Do you want me to come in with you for a while? D.W.: No, that's okay. I'm almost four and a half. I can take care of myself. Mrs. Read: (holding the door open) That's my big girl. Have a good afternoon! I love you. (She closes the door.) D.W.: (from the other side) Love you too! (Nadine materializes.) There she goes, the best mother I ever had. I may never see her again. Nadine: She would have come with you. D.W.: I don't want to put her through this crazy fire drill stuff. She's too nice. Mrs. Morgan: A wet towel over your head helps protect you. And remember, it's important to stay close to the floor away, from the smoke. Has anyone seen D.W.? Mrs. Morgan: Is she still sick today? Tommy: She's probably playing hockey! Mrs. Morgan: (giggles) You mean hooky, Tommy. Tommy: (pointing at the window, which D.W. is looking in) There she is! D.W.: Do what you want to the school, but I will not be part of this insanity! You can pass me my juice and cookies through the window. Mrs. Read: (off-screen) And I think she's really afraid. Ms. Morgan said she had a tough time getting her back in the classroom. Mr. Read: (turning to her) Fire drills, huh? You know, there might be something we can do to help. (blows on cookie and starts eating it) I've got an idea. Mr. Read: Keep 'em closed... Okay, you can open them! D.W.: Ooh, a red hat! D.W.: Is it for me? Mr. Read: Yup! It's a fireman's hat and I hereby appoint you the official fire warden of the Read house. (He puts the hat on her.) D.W.: (adjusting the hat) I'm a warden now? Great! (points at Arthur) Back in your cell! Arthur: It's not that type of warden, D.W. D.W.: No talking! Remain calm! Faster, people, there's a fire in here! D.W.: (checking stopwatch) What's it say? Arthur: (panting) Three minutes, nine seconds. D.W.: Not bad! But we've got to get it down to fifty-eight seconds! D.W.: Come on, Nadine! You can do it! Just a little bit farther! Kate: Da-dood, da-dood, da-dood... D.W.: Phew. What a day. D.W.: Mom! Dad! The bathroom's on fire! The bathroom's on fire! Arthur: (opening the door, wearing a towel) That's steam! I'm taking a shower! (He closes the door.) D.W.: (walking downstairs) Oh, that reminds me. Bring out your wet towel! I need it! D.W.: Paper is flammable, Arthur. You should use something else. Arthur: You can't always wear a wet towel, D.W. You'll catch a cold. D.W.: (not removing it) Okay. Arthur: (getting up) You know, I was a little scared of my first fire drill too. But it was okay. Doesn't that make you feel better? D.W.: (shakes her head) No. Arthur: Well, they didn't set the school on fire, so you shouldn't be afraid of that. D.W.: But that was in the olden days when you were in pre-school! Things have changed, Arthur! D.W.: I know it'll be today. I just know it. Mrs. Read: It'll be fine, D.W. Just like the fire drills we did at home. D.W.: (downcast) Yeah. I know. D.W.: Boy, I sure wish I could tell time. (asks Emily) Hey. What's that clock say? Is it time to go home? Emily: I don't know. You wanna help me build a castle? D.W.: Okay. (So they do, and time passes.) Hey, maybe it's not gonna happen today. Emily: What's not gonna happen? Mrs. Morgan: (getting up) It's a fire drill. You know what to do. Everyone, line up. Tommy and Timmy: (panicking) Fire drill! Fire drill! Fire drill! D.W.: Come on, guys. Get in front of me. (points to Emily, who is grabbing blocks) We're not supposed to take anything with us. D.W.: I don't see any fire yet. Emily: My crayons are gonna melt! James: I have to go to the bathroom! Kid: (off-screen) Ms. Morgan, wait! Sarah: (stopping) My shoelace is undone! (She gets knocked down by Timmy.) Nadine: (materializing) Is it hot in here, or is it just me? D.W.: I don't know. Maybe both. Tommy: (clutching at his red tie) Smoke! I smell smoke! I can't breathe! (hyperventilates) D.W.: There's no smoke! Just relax, Tommy. We're almost out. D.W.: Phew. Ms. Morgan: Good work, class. You've just completed your first fire drill. D.W.: You mean that's it? It's over? That was a fire drill? It wasn't bad. Nadine: Speak for yourself. Ms. Morgan: Deep breaths, Tommy. Deep breaths. (He takes deep breaths.) D.W.: (approaching) Ms. Morgan, are we going to have any more fire drills? Ms. Morgan: (leading the class in) How 'bout a tidal wave drill? I've seen some pretty big waves on Bear Lake! Or volcano drills. We have to be ready for anything, you know. What about a sudden-loss-of-gravity drill? D.W.: How did it go, D.W.? Arthur: Are you okay? D.W.: Of course, I'm okay. It was just a fire drill. (walks away from him) Can I have a cookie?
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