15x02 - I Wanna Hold Your Hand/Whistling in the Wind

[bunniefuu]

♪ Every day, when you're
walking down the street ♪

♪ Everybody that you meet
has an original point of view ♪

(laughing)

♪ And I say, hey ♪

Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪

♪ If we could learn
to work and play ♪

♪ And get along
with each other ♪

♪ You got to listen to
your heart, listen to the beat ♪

♪ Listen to the rhythm,
the rhythm of the street ♪

♪ Open up your eyes,
open up your ears ♪

♪ Get together and make things
better by working together ♪

♪ It's a simple message,
and it comes from the heart ♪

♪ Believe in yourself ♪

♪ Believe in yourself ♪

♪ For that's the place
to start ♪

♪ Place to start ♪

♪ And I say, hey ♪

Hey!

Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪

♪ If we can learn to work
and play ♪

♪ And get along
with each other ♪

Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪

Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind
of day ♪

Hey!

ARTHUR (on TV):
Hey, D.W.!

Hey!

Whoa!

(loud thud)

(letters shattering)

Sometimes it's easy to know when
you've outgrown something.

Okay, push me.

Not now, D.W.

Can't you see I'm busy?

So?

You can still introduce the
show while you're pushing.

(sighs)

(struggles)

But sometimes it's
harder to tell.

Like with
stuffed animals.

When are you
too old to...

Faster.

I'm pushing as hard as I can.

You're too big.

You're just weak.

Where was I?

Stuffed animals.

Oh, yeah.

Is eight years old
too old to play with...

Where's my ba-ba?

I want my ba-ba!

Your what?

Ba-ba!

It's baby for "bottle."

Boy, you're terrible
at this game.

So when do you know when
you're too old to do something?

This is empty.

Where's the juice?

That's it, I'm
throwing a tantrum.

(fake wailing)

I quit!

Just watch the show and see how
Binky deals with this question.

(gasps)

Don't you say
another word!

What are you looking ' at?

Scram!

Why do I have to wear a tie?

It doesn't say anything about
a dress code on the invitation.

I want my Binkums to look
extra handsome

for his big
music recital.

Too green-y.

Too squid-y.

Not bad, but it might mess
with my tonguing.

I'll take it.

See? That wasn't so bad.

And you looked so distinguished.

(sighs)

My little boy is growing up.

BINKY'S MOM (echoing):
Little boy... little boy...
little boy...

(sipping)

(creepy laughter)

(gasps)

Hey, Binky.
How's it...

You didn't see that!

What?

You heard me.

What didn't I see?

Good. Keep it that way.

What was that all about?

Hmm?

Oh, just giving George
some advice.

Oh, Binky,

there's been a slight change
in seating assignments.

From now on,
you'll be sitting there.

(Binky gasps)

It's for boys who still hold
hands with their mommies!

(crying)

(children laughing)

(gasps)

I have to show them
I'm not a baby.

Where's my tie?

I want to wear
it today.

But the recital isn't
for another...

I know. I just feel like
trying it out.

Okay.

It's in the bag in the hall.

Shall I help you tie it?

Mom, I can tie it myself.

I'm not a baby, you know.

The rabbit goes in the hole
and over the tree, and...

wait, no, that's not right.

(gasping for breath)

Air! Air!

Oh!

(exhaling deeply)

What's the matter?

Never seen a guy
wear a tie before?

Ah!

Uh, Binky?

About what happened
at the mall yesterday.

I wasn't sure what...

You didn't see nothing!

Remember?

You mean I didn't see anything.

Exactly!

Hey, what's up
with Binks?

I don't know.

He's been acting
pretty strange today.

Very nervous.

Hey, Big Horns,

you were just
talking to Binky.

What's eating at him?

I can't tell.

So, Binky's keeping
secrets from us.

That's breaking the unwritten
law of the Tough Customers.

Well, we're going
to find out what it is.

Hmm, fascinating article.

You're looking at coupons.

So?

You can learn a lot
from looking at coupons.

cents off
on cat food?

Ha! What does that tell you
about the economy?

You can cut
the act, Binks.

We know all about
your secret.

Yeah, we had a little
chat with George.

(gulps)

What did he say?

All he said was,
"I can't tell."

But it was the
way he said it.

You numbskull!

We were supposed
to pretend

George actually
told us something

so we can find out
what Binky's hiding.

Well, there's
nothing to tell.

So quit asking!

Hmm.

Very suspicious.

(gasps)

You do not say
another word.

Especially not about
you know what.

Understand?

Good.

Who can tell me what
the capital of Sweden is?

George?

Yes, George? I'm waiting.

Fine, perhaps you'd like to tell
me the answer after class.

I didn't want him
to get into trouble.

Oh, well.

At least my secret's safe.

That Binky!

I had to stay after class
all because of him.

You should tell
everyone he's a baby

and holds his
mommy's hand.

That would teach
him a lesson.

Uh-oh.

Maybe I should have tried
a different way.

Give me all of your sevens.

"Go fish."

"Give me all
of your twos."

George, can you please talk?

This is going to be the longest
game of Go Fish ever.

"Sorry."

(doorbell rings)

Wait!

I just came to give
you something.

Here!

That's not all.

Raisins!

I know you love 'em, 'cause I'm
always taking them from you.

So, we're friends, right?

Good.

Remember that.

Binky was holding
his mom's hand?

I don't buy it.

Oh, yeah?

Then why did he try to
bribe me with these raisins?

You've got proof?

That changes everything.

Binky is a baby!

George, I'm begging you!

I'll do anything, just please,
please, please don't tell!

ARTHUR:
Binky?

It's Arthur.

George says
he isn't here.

Oh, wait, I'm sorry.

I wasn't supposed
to say that.

George says, "Tell what?"

Good! Tell George,
I know I can count on him.

And you didn't hear
this conversation, Arthur.

Understand?

ARTHUR:
What?

I couldn't hear
what you said.

Good.

Whew.

MOLLY:
Whatever he's hiding,
it's got to be really big.

Music recital
in the auditorium.

Tomorrow at : p.m.

Could that be
what this about?

Maybe he's playing something
really Romantic.

Like Debussy.

I don't know.

But something tells me
we better be there.

(playing clarinet solo)

(applause)

Well, that wasn't
what he was hiding.

He was amazing!

RATTLES:
I'll say!

For a Tough Customer,

he plays with great
sensitivity and passion.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you know genius
when you hear it?

Stand up!

Oh, Binky,
I'm so proud of you.

You were wonderful!

Well, I was a little too largo
on the third movement,

but, yeah, I guess
I was pretty good.

(gasps)

(creepy clown laughter)

Binky, what's wrong?

I just don't feel like holding
hands right now.

I'm not a baby, you know.

Okay, I know
you saw it.

So just call me whatever
you're going to call me.

How about "Maestro"?

You like "Maestro"?

I'm not talking
about the concert.

I'm talking about holding
my mom's hand.

Wait, that's it?

That's your secret?

(laughing)

Go ahead,
laugh it up!

Well, you know what?

She's my mom
and I love her,

and if I want to hold
her hand, I'm going to hold it!

So there!

Relax!

I was only laughing

because I think it's
a silly thing to hide.

You do?

Sure.

I hold my mom's hand
all the time.

What's the big deal?

I don't hold
my mom's hand.

My palms get sweaty.

But I still don't think
it's a big deal.

Next time you have a secret,

could you please make it
something juicy?

This was really
disappointing.

(clears throat)

We were going to take you
out to dinner,

but if you'd prefer to go out
with your friends...

Are you kidding?

Chinese food with my mom,
dad and little sister?

What could be better
than that?

BINKY:
George, you can talk now.

Yes, really.

Whew!

ANNOUNCER:
And now, your favorite twins,
the Tibbles!

(cheers and applause)

There's nothing that's better
than having a twin.

(playing bongos)

Someone just like you,
through thick and through thin.

(playing charango)

You find out together
the best kinds of fun.

Like taunting and teasing
and making kids run.

He'll never be better than you,
never worse.

Ah!

Your twin is your mirror.

He's you in reverse.

(playing bongos)

Boo-hoo if you lost out
on having a twin.

(playing charango)

Though we're not boo-hooing;
your loss is our win.

(playing charango)

And best thing of all is
this happiness will...

Be ours forever.

So give out a whistle!

(whistles)

(sputters)

(audience laughs)

Yeah!

(thunderclap)

D.W.:
I thought it was good,

but I guess it's not.

What do you mean?

Ms. Morgan said it was "fine."

But that's good, isn't it?

Yeah, but she was thinking,

("Oh, but I remember:

"that wonderful puppet
Arthur made

when he was at preschool."

(twins laughing)

That's what happens when
you have an older brother.

They're always
better than you.

But not us.

'Cuz we're twins!

Neither of us
is older.

Well, I am.

TIMMY:
No, I am.

TOMMY:
No, I am.

Grandma said.

By two minutes.

We do everything
the same.

Show 'em, Timmy.

Ms. Morgan said
mine was terrible.

Mine, too!

TOMMY
And, look...

Same size footprint.

Exactly the same.

Yeah, listen to this!

(whistling)

Yeah, listen to this.

(inhales deeply)

(sputters)

(girls cheer mockingly)

That was great!

Oh, yeah, I can see that
you two are exactly the same!

(giggling)

I didn't know
you could do that.

I didn't know
you couldn't.

(sputters)

(sputtering)

Give it up already,
little brother.

Big brother.

You're doing it wrong,
that's the problem.

So, how should I do it?

Like this.

(whistling)

That is what I'm doing.

No, it's not.

Then what?

Show me.

I can't show you.

I'm not a teacher.

I don't have a "Mr."
in front of my name.

So?

So?

Pretending to be a teacher
is probably against the law.

I could go to jail.

Oh.

Well, I could come
and break you out.

How could you break me out of
jail when you can't whistle?

How would you
give me the signal?

Oh, yeah.

Don't worry about it, Timmy.

You're still my favorite twin,

even if you can't do
everything I can do.

(metal creaking)

(whispering):
Psst! Tommy!

It's Timmy.

I've come to help you escape.

(echoing whisper):
Tommy!

(inhales deeply)

(sputtering)

(sirens blaring)

Oh, no!

(loud whistle)

Hey, little brother,

thanks, but no thanks.

I broke myself out.

Big brother.

(guard dogs barking)

GUARD:
Hey, you!

(dogs barking)

(gasps)

(whistling)

TOMMY:
Sit!

Uh...

(whistling)

You, too.

(whistling)

Come on!

Okay, Tommy,
the bus stop's over there.

Bus stop?
Are you kidding?

(whistling)

You can drive?!

What a silly question.

Of course I can.

Can't you?

Yeesh!

Well, don't just stand there,
get in.

(tires screech)

(gasps)

(police walkie-talkie squawks)

(helicopter blades whir)

What are you doing?

Not only can't you whistle
or drive,

but you don't even have
superpowers?

Boy, being older than you
by two minutes

sure makes a difference.

I'll come break you out
in a few years, little brother.

Big brother.

Then they put handcuffs on me.

It was awful.

I just got to learn
how to whistle.

(quick whistle)

Hey, Timmy, come over here
and play.

In a minute.

(loud whistle)

Now!

Do you know anybody who can
teach me how to whistle?

Anybody at all?

I know I'm going
to regret this.

BUSTER:
Now stretch your lips

tightly over your teeth and...

TIMMY:
Ow!

Don't bite them.

Stretch them.

Like this.

'ike 'is?

'ike 'at.

I mean, yes, like that.

Now, bring your tongue just
behind the lower teeth.

No, down...

Down...

That's it.

Now blow!

(sputters)

'ike 'at?

Um, that doesn't
sound right.

(sputtering)

TIMMY:
'at?

BUSTER:
Eh.

TIMMY:
Okay, this?

BRAIN:
Okay, Timmy, as you can see
from these photos,

the ratio between the width
of your tongue's dorsal layer

and the circumference of your
labial epithelium is just,

well, not propitious
for auditory oscillation.

Huh?

Your mouth is
the wrong shape.

You can't whistle.

But Tommy...

Can.

I guess he just has
the right mouth for it.

(whistles)

Oh, wonderful!

(whistles)

Oh, Timmy, hello!

Have you heard
what Tommy can do?

Uh-huh.

GRANDMA TIBBLE:
What talented grandsons I have.

Uh-huh.

And listen to this.

(whistling "Rondo Alla Turca"
by Mozart)

Oh, that is just too, too grand!

(continues whistling)

GRANDMA TIBBLE:
You know, if you put
that out on CD,

it would be top ten
for certain

or my name's not
Grandma Tibble!

Wouldn't you
say so, Timmy?

Why, Timmy, what's wrong?

Nothing.

TOMMY:
Oh, he's just jealous.

Now look at this, Grandma.

(whistling and gargling)

(coughing)

Jealous?

Well, whatever for?

(coughing)

'Cause he can't do...
(coughs)

what I can...
(coughing)

...do.

(growling angrily)

Ah!

TIMMY:
It's not fair!
We're twins!

Timmy! Oh, dear.

We're supposed
to be the same!

It's not my fault I'm
a better twin than you!

(both struggling)

GRANDMA TIBBLE:
Boys! Boys!
Stop that this instant!

Not that I don't think you're
both wonderful wrestlers,

but you could get...

BOTH:
Ow!

...hurt.

Oh, you poor things!

(sputters)

My whistle!

It's your front tooth.

It's loose.

So is yours.

Oh dear, does it hurt?

Let Grandma see.

(high-pitched,
screeching whistle)

Ooh!

(high-pitched,
screeching whistle)

Ow!

(giggling)

We're the same again!

(high-pitched,
screeching whistle)

Oh!

Oh, what a wonderful skill
you've both discovered.

I'm so lucky to have such
talented grandsons.

Oof.

(high-pitched,
screeching whistle)

Listen to this
one, Timmy.

(low-pitched,
screeching whistle)

Oh, that's great,
Tommy.

Can you do this?

(high-pitched,
screeching whistle)

Whoa, cool, Timmy!

Let me try.

(high-pitched,
screeching whistle)

I guess it's good
they're friends again.

(loudly):
What?

I said I guess it's good

the Tibbles are
back to normal!

(high-pitched,
screeching whistling)

Oh, uh...

terrific.

I'm very happy for them.

Want to go inside and
work on our sock puppets?

Yeah.

(high-pitched,
screeching whistling continues)

Hi, I'm Marc Brown.

I get a lot of letters
from you kids asking me

what I do when I'm not writing
and illustrating

the Arthur books.

Well, come on, I'll show you.

The first thing I do every
morning is make my bed.

And then I go for a walk.

And after that I come home
and make my favorite breakfast:

oatmeal and bananas.

And sometimes I doodle.

It sort of reminds me
of Prunella.