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| - Narrator: One fine morning... Guard 1: I’m pretty sure her sidekick’s a monkey. Guard 2: A monkey in a superhero costume? Guard 1: Yeah! Guard 2: I don’t know, I still think it’s a hairy little kid. Granny May: (opening the driver’s door and stepping out) Are you boys ok? Guard 1: We’re fine, ma’am. Guard 2: (brushing himself off) Just a little shaken up. Granny May: What? Speak up. Don’t be shy, and… (pauses, thinking of the right word) Guard 2: Timid? Granny May: No, I’m not Tim. Just call me Granny May. Now, would you nice boys move all that money into my car? Guard 1: Oh, he’s timid.
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| - Narrator: One fine morning... Guard 1: I’m pretty sure her sidekick’s a monkey. Guard 2: A monkey in a superhero costume? Guard 1: Yeah! Guard 2: I don’t know, I still think it’s a hairy little kid. Granny May: (opening the driver’s door and stepping out) Are you boys ok? Guard 1: We’re fine, ma’am. Guard 2: (brushing himself off) Just a little shaken up. Granny May: What? Speak up. Don’t be shy, and… (pauses, thinking of the right word) Guard 2: Timid? Granny May: No, I’m not Tim. Just call me Granny May. Now, would you nice boys move all that money into my car? Guard 2: (laughing) Thanks for the laugh, lady! Granny May: You look just like my grandson Eugene! (calling toward the car) Oh, Eugene? (turns back to the guards) Eugene’s a little shy. Guard 1: Oh, he’s timid. Granny May: No, Tim’s not shy at all. Guard 1: (exasperated) No, timid means sh-- aw, forget it! Granny May: Eugene, come out here right now! Granny May: Show these nice boys that I wasn’t kidding! (Eugene grabs a nearby mailbox and rips it off the ground, and the guards cry out in fear.) Narrator: Meanwhile, on their way to art class... Becky: I know the poem is due today, but I couldn’t think of anything to write about. Violet: Whenever I’m stuck, I just write about people or objects that are around me. Violet: (to Eugene) Hi! Violet: (improvising a poem) I was walking along, and what did I spy? A very large boy who was overly shy! (to Becky) Now, you give it a shot! Becky: Okay! (trying to think up her own poem on the spot) While walking in the city, I ran into a boy who was very large. Another word for large is enormous. He was also very shy. Another word for shy is timid. I can’t think of a word that rhymes with timid, but I didn’t really rhyme enormous with anything either. (to Violet) What do you think? Violet: (awkwardly) Not bad. Granny May: Aren’t you two the prettiest little girls I’ve ever seen! And what a cute little dog! Violet: Thank you! Who’s the shy boy in your car? Granny May: That’s my grandson Eugene. He’s timid. Guard 2: Hey, you did hear me when I said timid! And you stole all the money from our truck! Granny May: Whoops! Gotta go! (quickly gets into the car, and drives off) Bye bye, baby! Violet: They’re crooks? But she’s so sweet, and he was timid! It’s hard to believe, right Becky? Becky?? Guard 2: WordGirl! (hops again, and then falls over) Narrator: Where will Granny May and timid Eugene strike next? Have you ever seen an old woman leap like that? Have you ever heard a worse poem than Becky’s? All these questions may be asked again during another electrifying episode of… WordGirl.
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