"Play Date/Transcript"@en . . . . . . . "Narrator: A giant robot is threatening to destroy the city! WordGirl: This will put an end to your mischief! (She flies toward the robot and hits it in the head, knocking it over. When she returns to the roof, a metal plate lands next to her.) WordGirl: (reading the plate) \u201CTobey\u2019s Robot?\u201D Who\u2019s Tobey? WordGirl: Hmm\u2026 (she sees that the object is some type of remote, with the initials TTM written on it.) Becky: Hey Mom! Hey... you. Mrs. Botsford: Hi, sweetie! This is Theodore McCallister III. Theodore: (standing up and extending his hand) Pleased to meet you! You must be Becky. Mrs. Botsford: (pulling Becky aside, talking in a low voice) He\u2019s the son of this woman that I work with at the D.A.\u2019s office. Becky: Okay. Mrs. Botsford: He\u2019s so timid and has a hard time making friends, so his mom and I thought you could... Becky: I\u2019ll take care of it. Mrs. Botsford: (speaking at normal volume) That\u2019s my girl! You kids have fun! Theodore: Thank you ever so much, Mrs. Botsford. Mrs. Botsford: You\u2019re welcome, Theodore! (walks away) Becky: So, Theodore...what do you like to do...for fun, and\u2026? Theodore: Ah, television\u2026 only a family of imbeciles have a television. Becky: Whoa! We\u2019re not imbeciles! Theodore: (laughing) And how would you know? Becky: Imbecile is another word for idiot! We\u2019re not idiots! We only watch...PBS! (The PBS logo appears on the screen next to her, and she poses beside it.) Theodore: Hm, interesting. Someone my age who actually has a brain in her head. Becky: Thanks...I think. Theodore: (picks up a WordGirl doll on the coffee table) Ah, WordGirl...troublesome, but overrated and beautiful. Becky: What? Theodore: I...said overrated. Becky: You said beautiful! Theodore: No I didn\u2019t. Becky: Yes you did! Theodore: Well, if I thought she was the most beautiful creature I\u2019d ever laid eyes on, would I do THIS? (He pulls the doll apart at the waist) Becky: Hey, that\u2019s my brother\u2019s! Theodore: Well, he shouldn\u2019t just leave it lying about where it can be easily broken! Becky: You\u2019re awfully mischievous! Theodore: Mischievous! Are you trying to impress me with your vocabulary? Becky: I\u2019m not trying to impress anyone. Theodore: Why didn\u2019t you just say I\u2019m a naughty boy? Hmm? That\u2019s what mischievous means. Becky: Or I can say you are misbehaved. That also means the same as mischievous. Theodore: Or unruly! Becky: Or rowdy! Theodore: Or-- or-- (struggling to come up with another word) Becky: Roguish, rambunctious, wicked\u2026 Theodore: (upset at being outdone at words) Gah! Theodore: Where did you get that? Becky: I found it! Theodore: It\u2019s mine! Becky: Is not! Theodore: Is too! TTM...Theodore Tobey McCallister! Becky: (with a gasp) You\u2019re Tobey! Theodore/Tobey: ...You\u2019re...WordGirl?! Narrator: Has the mischievous young Tobey figured out WordGirl\u2019s secret identity?? (voice breaks, clears throat) Tune in next time to find out, in the next exciting installment of\u2026 WordGirl!"@en . . "Rigby: Look, you know I couldn't be happier that you didn't back down from going on this date with CJ. I admire that. But tonight we had plans! Man plans! Man's! Mordecai: (Turns to look at Rigby) I know, I know, but this is important. And I told you I was sorry. Rigby: Yeah well sorry doesn't help me eat pizza and prank call Benson. Mordecai: But we do this every Saturday; I'm only missing it once. Rigby: (Points at Mordecai) You know this is a two man job. Mordecai: (But Mordecai wasn't listening, and goes back to brushing his teeth) I'm not hanging out with you tonight, dude. Rigby: Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh! (He dramatically throws his arms up and spins out of the bathroom.) CJ: Hey! Mordecai: Hi, hey! So, um, I'm glad you could make it out tonight. (He gives CJ a hug.) CJ: (Chuckles) Woah! You're a real move maker today. Mordecai: Oh, uh... I mean... I thought... CJ: Hey, hey, I'm just teasing! It's cool. You already got me on a date, there's no need to impress me. Mordecai: (Blushes) Ha, yeah, it's cool. I'm cool. CJ: Pfft. Alright, cool guy. What are we doing on this hot date? Mordecai: Well, we could go eat at the new falafel fusion truck, or there's the tried-and-true Wing Kingdom, and then after that I was thinking we could (Begins to count off on his fingers) go catch a movie, or go to trivia night at the arcade, or take a chance on disco night down at that weird bingo hall. CJ: Yeah, sounds good. Mordecai: Uh... which one? CJ: All of 'em. Let's just start at the beginning and see how far we get. Mordecai: Okay. CJ: Uh... (Points) that van just came out of thin air. Mordecai: We should go. CJ: (Still pointing) Do you know them? Mordecai: Nope. Death: Hold it right there! Mordecai: (Nervously waves) Ha ha. Hey, Death. How's it going? CJ: (Looks at Mordecai) Uh... Death? Mordecai: (Motions to Death) CJ, this is Death. (Motions to CJ) Death, CJ. Death: Charmed. Mordecai: Well, it's been great running into you. (He tries to leave again.) Death: Oh, we're not through yet. (He gestures over to his van) You're gonna babysit Thomas tonight. Mordecai: Aw, man! CJ: (Puts up her hands in defense) Um, actually, we were just about to head out ourselves. Death: Well, you're in for a change of plans, missy, because (He points at Mordecai) this joker owes me a favor. Mordecai: (He quickly glances over at CJ before coming up with a plan) Hold on a second. Rigby: Yeah? Mordecai: Dude, I need you to do me a huge favor and babysit Thomas tonight. Rigby: Isn't he like, in college? Mordecai: Not that Thomas, Death's Thomas! Can you help me out? Rigby: Sorry to hear that, but I've got some important plans that I can't cancel on! Eileen: Sorry we have to watch it on my computer. (She sits down on the couch beside Rigby) I haven't had a T.V. since I moved out of my parents' place. Mordecai: Are you at Eileen's?! Rigby: VERY IMPORTANT!! Mordecai: Sorry, CJ. Looks like I can't get out of this. CJ: We don't have to give up on our date just because of Thomas. Mordecai: Really? CJ: Yeah! I'll just help you babysit him. I'm sure we can still have a good time. Mordecai: Okay. Let's do it! Death: Glad to hear it. We'll pick him up at eight. (He suddenly remembers something) Oh, a little heads up. (Whispers to Mordecai) Thomas is going through a little bit of a phase right now. Mordecai: Wait, what? Death: Ciao! Thomas: So... we meet again. CJ: Woah, he can talk? Thomas: Obviously. Mordecai: (He puts Thomas down on the ground) Yeah, he's actually three hundred years old. CJ: Then why is he so shrimpy? Thomas: (Gestures angrily at CJ) Who is this female? Mordecai: (He points at Thomas) Her name's CJ, and you're messing with our date plans, so try to be nice, okay? Mordecai: Uh, yeah. Thomas: And she's actually okay with being a girlfriend to someone like you? Mordecai: (Blushes and rubs the back of his neck) Well, she's not really my girlfriend yet. Mordecai (continued): Uh, we're just on a date right now- Thomas: (Interrupting) Gah! Such simple minds! You mortals have the most tedious rituals. CJ: Hey, at least we're not three hundred and still wearing baby clothes. Thomas: What?! How dare you. Mordecai: So, Thomas, what do you want to do? Thomas: (Points at Mordecai) Take me to the playground! CJ: Hey, not a bad idea. This could be pretty fun. Thomas: (Angrily) Oh, we'll see about that. Thomas: Where have you taken me? CJ: It's a playground, dude. Mordecai: Yeah, go run around or something. Thomas: But where's the fire? The brimstone? The overall loss of hope? Mordecai: I don't know. That guy on the bench looks kind of sad. Thomas: (Crosses his arms) Take me to the underworld playground. CJ: You haven't tried it out yet. Give it a chance! Mordecai: Come on, I'll push you on the swings. Thomas: Daaaah! Gaaaaaaah! Thomas: This is terrible! The swings in the underworld go much higher! Mordecai: Well, too bad. Mordecai (continued): (Whispers to CJ) Follow my lead. CJ: (Giggles) Okay. Mordecai: Alright. I'm gonna push you really high this time! (He pushes Thomas with all his might) Thomas: Now that's a good swing! Keep this up and I'll... (He realizes Mordecai and CJ are gone) Wait. What the...? Mordecai: Wanna share? CJ: Yeah, sure. Thomas: Fools! You can't leave me alone! You are here to do my bidding! Now take me to the underworld playground. Mordecai: We can't. Just play on this playground. Thomas: (Chanting) Underworld. Underworld! Mordecai: (Who screams to be heard over Thomas) I'd take you but I don't even know how to get there! Thomas: I know how. Thomas (continued): This is how. Mordecai: Dude, we can't all fit on that bike. Thomas: Not that bike. (He points to another bike with a side car) That bike. Mordecai: Great, but I still don't know how to ride a motorcycle. CJ: (Turns to Mordecai) I have a motorcycle license. Thomas: Then it's decided. The female you're trying to impress will drive us. How emasculating. Mordecai: It's pretty cool you know how to ride a motorcycle. CJ: Yeah, I did motorcross when I was younger. Thomas: Enough! Take a left up ahead and go into seventh gear. CJ: Seventh gear? Thomas: DO IT! CJ: Okay, okay. Mordecai: (Nonchalantly) You get used to it. Thomas: Ah. (He takes his helmet off) At last! CJ: (Shudders) Ughhh. This playground doesn't look very safe. Mordecai: (Points) You wanna go sit down on those swings? I don't think they'll incinerate us. CJ: (Shrugs) Sure. (They walk over to a set of swings, which are composed of wood and bones for handles. Mordecai appears to be slightly disgusted. CJ doesn't really seem to mind, however, and sits down before Mordecai does.) CJ: Wow. Look at him go. Mordecai: Yeah. He's really in his element. Mordecai: Hey, thanks for coming along and helping me. I don't know a lot of people who'd do that. CJ: Well, it's no disco night at the bingo hall, but I'm having a lot of fun hanging out with you. MordecaI: Really? CJ: Yeah, really. CJ (continued): You know, I think this date is going pretty good. Thomas: Push me! Mordecai: Uh, yeah. (He gets out of his swing) Here you go. Thomas: Don't patronize me. These are baby swings. I wish to go on the elder boy swings. Mordecai: (Gulps) Sure. CJ: I'll meet you guys there. I gotta hit the restroom. (The camera zooms in on her serious expression) I'll scream if I need you. Mordecai: Got it. Mordecai (continued): What's so funny? Thomas: Hmmph. You and that female babysitter are never going to connect. Mordecai: What are you talking about? Thomas: Oh, it's been so easy to get between you all day. What a pitiful romance. I've barely been able to keep a straight face. Mordecai: What the... you've been trying to get between us?! Thomas: Trying? (Laughs) It's been as effortless as it's been entertaining. Mordecai: Ugh. You little jerk. (He points at Thomas) That's it, we're going home. Thomas: Oh, we'll see about that. Thomas (continued): What? No! I will not ask this woman for her phone number! Mordecai: Huh? Thomas: She's obviously married! I can't believe you're asking me to pick up women for you while your date is in the bathroom! Cerberus Mom: Did you hear that? How awful! Serpent Dad: Ugh. Who would do such a thing? CJ: Hey guys, what's going on? Mordecai: (Laughs nervously) Not much. We should probably get out of here. Anonymous: Hey, buddy! Minotaur: You trying to pick up my wife? Well? Mordecai: (Waves his hands frantically) No, no! I'm just the babysitter! Minotaur: What kind of sicko uses a child to try to pick up a married woman? Mordecai: Look, it's not really like that. I'd never go after your wife, honest! Minotaur: Oh? So now my wife isn't good enough? You think she's revolting just because she's pregnant with hundruplets?! CJ: We need to get out of here! Mordecai: Come on! CJ: We've got to get to the bike! Mordecai: CJ! CJ: Wait! (Mordecai looks up as he puts Thomas in the side car) I can't drive! My ankle is messed up. Mordecai: Uh, okay. Then get in the side car! Mordecai (continued): Tell me how to start it! CJ: Uh... turn the key! CJ (continued): On three, let the clutch out slowly. THREE! Mordecai: We're not going fast enough! CJ: Get out of first gear! Mordecai: Huh? CJ: You stalled it! Turn it back on! Mordecai: I thought you said this was easy. CJ: (Puts a hand to her head) Ugh, I was just trying to look cool! Thomas: Can't this thing go any faster? Mordecai: This is all your fault! You make it go faster! CJ: I know a way to go faster. Mordecai: Really? CJ: Yeah, we just need to get rid of some dead weight. Thomas: Well then, hurry up! CJ: My pleasure! Thomas: What? No! (He frantically kicks his feet) Stop this at once! CJ: Oh, yeah? Why should I? This whole time you've been trying to get between me and Mordecai. Thomas: No! No I... t-that doesn't sound like me! Mordecai: Yeah, right. You told me so yourself! CJ: I've been looking forward to this date for a long time, and I'm sick of you messing it up! CJ (continued): Well, out you go! Thomas: No! Pull me in! (Flails his arms and legs) PULL ME IN! (He screams.) Minotaur: (As he's falling) No! I'm the victim here! You're the one who hit on my wife! I was just playing with my kids! (He finally hits the bottom of the chasm.) Thomas: Huh? CJ: We totally tricked Thomas into thinking we were gonna drop him! CJ (continued): Let's get out of here. Thomas: (Whining) Being tricked is one of my least favorite things! Thomas (continued): When I tell my daddy what you've done, he'll torture your souls for eternity! Good luck going on dates then! CJ: Uh.... Mordecai: (He silences CJ) Shhh.... Shh... Shhh... Death: What the... Death (continued): So, looks like you're two for two, Mordo. If you don't watch yourself, I'll have to enlist you as a full-time sitter. (Laughs) Mordecai: (Nervously) Ha ha... Death: (Pokes a finger in Mordecai's chest) Now get out of my garage! CJ: Wait, you don't get paid? Mordecai: Nah, he just lets us live. CJ: Well, really I should thank you for that. I can't believe you learned how to ride a bike so fast; that was awesome! Mordecai: Yeah, well, I was just trying to look cool. CJ: (Playfully shoves him) Alright, alright, I can get wanting to impress your date. Mordecai: So did it work? CJ: He doesn't need to impress me, I already think he's cool. Mordecai: Well, he thinks the same about her. You've really been looking forward to this for a long time? CJ: Yeah. Mordecai: Want a lift while we try to hail a cab? CJ: Oh, please!"@en . "Rigby: Look, you know I couldn't be happier that you didn't back down from going on this date with CJ. I admire that. But tonight we had plans! Man plans! Man's! Mordecai: (Turns to look at Rigby) I know, I know, but this is important. And I told you I was sorry. Rigby: Yeah well sorry doesn't help me eat pizza and prank call Benson. Mordecai: But we do this every Saturday; I'm only missing it once. Rigby: (Points at Mordecai) You know this is a two man job. Mordecai: (But Mordecai wasn't listening, and goes back to brushing his teeth) I'm not hanging out with you tonight, dude. CJ: Hey! CJ: Uh...."@en . "Narrator: A giant robot is threatening to destroy the city! WordGirl: This will put an end to your mischief! (She flies toward the robot and hits it in the head, knocking it over. When she returns to the roof, a metal plate lands next to her.) WordGirl: (reading the plate) \u201CTobey\u2019s Robot?\u201D Who\u2019s Tobey? WordGirl: Hmm\u2026 (she sees that the object is some type of remote, with the initials TTM written on it.) Becky: Hey Mom! Hey... you. Mrs. Botsford: Hi, sweetie! This is Theodore McCallister III. Theodore: (standing up and extending his hand) Pleased to meet you! You must be Becky. Becky: Okay."@en . . .