02x08 - Martha's Chair / TD the Pack Rat

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rage dog *

* She went... and... and...
(barking, growls)

* When she ate
some alphabet soup *

* Then what happened
was bizarre... *

On the way to Martha's stomach,
the letters lost their way.

They traveled to her brain
and now...

* She's got a lot to say

* Now she speaks...

How now, brown cow?

* Martha speaks, yeah,
she speaks and speaks *

* And speaks and speaks
and speaks... *

What's a caboose?

When are we eating again?

* Martha speaks...

Hey, Joe, what do you know?

My name's not Joe.

* She's not always right,
but still that Martha speaks. *

Hi, there!

* She's got a voice,
she's ready to shout *

* Martha will tell you
what it's all about *

* Sometimes wrong
but seldom in doubt *

* Martha will tell you
what it's all about *

* That dog's unique...

Testing, one, two!

* Hear her speak

* Martha speaks and speaks

* And speaks and speaks
and... *

* Communicates, enumerates

* Elucidates, exaggerates

* Indicates and explicates

* Bloviates and overstates
and... *

(panting)

* ...hyperventilates!

* Martha, to reiterate

Martha speaks!
* Martha speaks.

Welcome to the show.

We've got a great collection
of valuable words for you today.

TD, give me a hand, will you?

Words like "rubbish"
and "clutter";

"donate" and "profit."

Whoa!

You are a worthless
cleaning assistant.

I am not.

I am donating my talents
to the valuable services

of introducing the show.

HELEN:
How about introducing
yourself to this broom?

Watch for today's words while I
work on salvaging my friendship.

(snoring)

(loud honk, scream)

ALL:
Happy Birthday!

What?

It's my birthday?

Yep!

But do dogs even
have birthdays?

Well, technically
it's the day

we brought you home
from the animal shelter.

But that's good
enough for us.

Well, then it's good enough
for me, too!

So, first thing is your
favorite breakfast.

MARTHA:
All right!

But that's not all.

We have an even bigger
sorpresa for you...

After I take you
to The Doggie Spa.

The Doggie Spa?

We got you the
full deluxe deal.

HELEN:
First you'll get
a thorough massage...

Then a good workout
to tone those legs...

And finally...

A mud bath.

Ahhh.

That was the best
birthday present ever!

There's one more
surprise to come.

MOM and DAD:
Ta-da!

HELEN:
It's a new
doggie bed.

Uh-huh.

I've felt so bad about
you having to sleep

on that ratty old chair
all these years.

It was so old it was practically
una antiguedad, an antique!

An antique?

Yeah, you know,
an antique is something

that's really,
really old.

Sometimes an antique
is so old, it's worth
a lot of money.

So, how do
you like it?

(sniffing)

It's great.

You don't
like it.

(fake enthusiasm):
No! No, I love it!

I really love it.

(sighs sadly)

(sighs happily)

So how did you
sleep last night?

(yawning):
Great.

Mm-hmm!

(muffled snoring)

HELEN:
Martha, you okay?

Wha... huh?

Are you sure
you slept well?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

I'm just exhausted from all
that celebrating-- whew!

In fact, you know what?

I think I'm going to go outside
and get some fresh air.

The garage door isn't open,
by any chance, is it?

¿Por qué? Why?

(snoring)

Oh, no reason.

I think Martha misses her chair.

(loud chewing)

Martha?

(laughs sheepishly)

The chair's
not here.

We donated it to
the thrift store.

(gasps)

Hello, can
I help you?

Yes, we donated
a chair yesterday.

Donated a chair...

MARTHA:
Donate!

That means they gave it
to your store for free.

(chuckling):
I know what "donate" means.

All the furniture here
is donated.

I'm just trying to remember...

Was it a ratty old thing
with drool stains

and dog hair all over it?

Yes!
Yes! Yes!

Sold it this
morning.

ALL:
Sold it?

Could you tell us who bought it?

(alarm blares)

MRS. DEMSON:
Who is it?

Deliveryman with
your chair.

MRS. DEMSON:
Oh.

(bolts unlocking)

I'll need to see some I.D.

(alarm blares)

MRS. DEMSON:
Who is it?

It's your neighbor, Mariella.

(bolts unlocking)

I'll need to see some I.D.

Mrs. Demson, I'm afraid
a mistake has been made.

We donated Martha's chair
to the thrift store

without realizing how
important it was to her.

Would it be possible
to buy it back from you?

No.

HELEN:
No?

But why not?

It's mine to keep, little girl.

I'm giving it to my niece
as a wedding present.

But it's a ratty old thing
with drool stains

and dog hair all over it!

So? I'll just have
the upholstery cleaned.

(screams)

Dog!

Off the porch!

Lo siento mucho!

I'm so sorry,
Martha.

It's okay.

MRS. DEMSON:
I said off!

(alarm beeps)

I'll be fine
with the new bed.

Really.

It was just that first night.

(snoring)

(sighs)

Even if I do get my chair back,
it won't be the same,

not if Mrs. Demson
cleans the upholstery.

What's
upholstery?

Upholstery is the fabric
that covers furniture

like chairs and sofas.

So what's wrong
with cleaning it?

It's got drool stains and...

HELEN:
Dog hair all
over it, I know.

But that's what Martha
loves about it.

(sighs)

It's really not worth anything
to anybody but Martha.

I wish we could convince
Mrs. Demson of that.

(sleepily):
...clean upholstery...

You know what?

I have an idea!

I'm awake!

(alarm beeping)

Upholstery cleaners.

You're upholstery
cleaners?

We're going around
the neighborhood

trying to earn money
for our, uh...

Band camp.
Uniforms.

Candy.
Dance.

Hmm.

Band camp uniforms candy dance.

We want to know if you have any
furniture you need cleaned.

Hmm...

One covered in dog hair
and drool?

Oh, yes, I have one of those.

How much do you charge?

ALL:
Well, um, that would...

MRS. DEMSON:
I'll give you
a shiny penny!

No way!

TD!

Oh, right.

A whole penny-- gee whiz!

Maybe I'll bring my TV out
on the porch.

I want to make sure I get
my money's worth.

TV ANNOUNCER:
This program is brought
to you by viewers like you.

Hmm, you're welcome.

(Alice imitates the sound
of a vacuum)

Is she still looking?

Yep.

(imitates vacuum)

That stain is
still there!

We did what we could,

but there's a lot
of dog drool there.

Yeah, it's
like permadrool.

I don't think you're ever
going to get it clean.

Maybe you should
just toss it.

Throw it away?

But what am I going
to give my niece

for a wedding present?

We're just thinking of you,
Mrs. Demson.

You wouldn't want to give
a wedding present

with drool on it, would you?

Well, you could have a point.

I suppose I'll have
to pay someone

to come and take it away.

We'll take it--
for free.

Really?

KIDS:
Yeah, sure!

Well, go ahead.

It's yours.

Yay!

Let's get it out
of here, quick.

Wait a minute.

What about
our penny?

I'll get my purse.

I don't suppose you
have change for a nickel.

Maybe.

APPRAISER (on TV):
Well, you are very lucky,

because I did some
research and that chair

is a very rare
Kingstonian.

Any idea how much
that would bring in
a furniture auction?

Nothing.

$ , .

(screams)

Drop that chair!

ALICE:
"What about
our penny?"

Sorry, but a
deal is a deal.

Spaghetti sauce!

Sorry, dreaming.

What do we do now?

Mrs. Demson will never
give us that chair

if she thinks she can
make a profit from it.

(barks a question.)

Profit?

Profit is the money you make
when you sell something.

Mrs. Demson thinks she's going
to make a profit off my chair.

A big profit.

She'll be rich.

(barks)

Okay by me.

I'll ask.

Is it okay if I give
my new bed to Skits?

Sure.

(barks happily)

Well, at least one
person in this house

has profited from all this.

Um, you guys?

You might want
to watch this.

So, what do
we have here?

An antique chair.

Seems like I've seen
one like this before.

MRS. DEMSON (on TV):
I raced right down while
the show was still on.

Don't tell me,

I know it's worth
$ , .

I'm rich!
Rich, I tell you.

Put up the sign.

I'm rich!

ALL:
Ewwwww.

Then how did we buy it at
Grimble's Department Store?

Actually, the
Kingstonian design

has been copied a lot.

You can always tell the
difference by looking at...

the label.

That's how.

So this is...

...a Grimble's.

You might get
ten dollars for it.

ALL:
Hooray!

What?

Let me guess, you want money
for the ride back, too?

MOM:
Mrs. Demson!

Could I just talk
to you for a...

You!

That chair of yours
was worthless.

I hope you're proud of yourself,

robbing a poor, old,
defenseless lady.

Could I buy
it back?

I don't see why not.

Let's see-- ten dollars
for the chair,

then there's storage fees,
labor costs,

convenience charges, overtime--

not to mention pain
and suffering.

That'll be $ , .

How about we pay
your cab fare?

Deal.

Oh, Martha, I'm so glad
we got it back for you!

So, what do you want
to do to celebrate?

Well...

(yawns)

(sniffs)

(snores)

Hey, folks!

So, I wanted to talk to you a
bit about the word "valuable."

Something can be valuable

because it's very meaningful
to you.

For example, my chair is
very valuable to me.

MRS. DEMSON:
That's not what
valuable means!

Valuable is when something's
worth a lot of money!

Well, valuable can mean
that, too,

but I... ahh!

This pearl necklace
is valuable--

it cost me lots of money.

This diamond ring is valuable.

That chair of hers cost me
ten dollars

and then I couldn't get
a plug nickel for it.

It's worthless!

Where'd that mutt go?

Well, guess I showed her
what valuable was!

You know what's really
valuable at a time like this?

Sleep.

HELEN:
Nope.

These can go.

Keep this.

(whimpers)

Huh?

Sorry, Skits.

(whimpers)

(Mom humming to herself)

(whimpering)

Whoops! Careful, Skits.

(whimpering)

(yawns)

Hi, Skits, what's up?

(barks)

Moving?

Who's moving?

What's going on here?

A yard sale?

Mm-hmm.

Alice and TD are bringing
some stuff to sell too.

MOM:
Qué bueno!

It's a good chance

to get rid of a lot
of worthless clutter.

Well, I don't know about that.

Saying something's worthless
means you can't use it anymore.

But I'm counting on this
electric back scratcher

to fetch a pretty penny.

You watch.

Hey, I bet Skits and I could
sell some things too.

Come on, Skits.

(barks)

Wow.

That's a lot of junk.

MARTHA:
Dog toys!

Sticks!

Get your dog toys here.

Silent squeak toys!

What's a silent squeak toy?

Skits was chewing his bone
and the squeaky part came out.

(hiccups, squeaker squeaks)

ALICE:
Sure, it works.

Watch.

Duck!

(all yell)

(glass shatters)
Uh-oh.

(groans)

ALICE:
Sorry, Mrs. Lorraine!

TD:
Well, some of the pieces
are missing.

That's okay.

And the spinner's broken.

I don't mind.

And I lost the rules,

and someone scribbled
on the lid and...

And you like it too much
to sell it.

Is it okay if I keep it?

Not a problem.

How much for this vampire doll?

Oh, um, let me think.

Hey, Helen, look how much money
I made from all that junk!

Me too!

(TD grunting and groaning)

TD's the only person who
comes away from a yard sale

with less money
than he started with.

ALICE:
And more junk.

And you said nobody would buy
that slobbery old stick.

Thanks for lending me the wagon,
Mrs. Lorraine.

No hay problema, TD.

I wonder what his mother is
going to say.

Rubbish?

Uh, is rubbish something that's
really, really valuable?

Nope. Guess again.

Um... "rubbish" means garbage?

Bingo.

I just hope you didn't pay
money for all this junk.

No way.

(sighs)
Thank goodness.

I borrowed money to pay
for all this junk.

TD...

And I bartered for some of it.

Plus, some of the people
who came to the sale

said they had some chores
I could do to make money.

Well, I guess working for it
will help you learn

the value of things.

What's this?

It's a piece of cloth.

Isn't it cool?

Look at the colors.

Only cents!

(sighs)

(TD grunting)

How are you doing
on those chores, TD?

Almost done.

Hey!

My mom says
you can take it.

All right!

DAD:
Good work, TD.

Let's load that thing
in my car

and I'll take it
to the junkyard.

I have a better idea.

TD:
Is that good?

Just a little bit deeper.

And when you finish there,

you can scratch
between my shoulders.

It's an awful lot of work
for one slobbery stick.

(metallic clunk)

TD:
Whoa! Check it out!

Can I have it?

All yours, buddy.

(door slams)

(grunting)

What's wrong with this door?!

(boxes crash)

TD!

Whoa!

It's not as bad as it looks.

We have to talk.

(giggles sheepishly)

But it's not that much stuff.

Why do I have to throw it away?

TD, you can't keep everything.

You have to learn
to let things go.

That's part of what being
a grown-up is about.

OG:
Look what I found!

A bent wire!

I get the feeling my timing
isn't so hot.

Son, what you're about to see
may frighten and terrify you,

but I think you're
old enough now

to see what
I'm talking about.

Brace yourself.

That?

It's just Dad's lab.

It's the dictionary
definition of clutter.

Come on, it's not
that bad, Janice.

"Clutter: a mixed-up pile
of junk and useless things."

When she's right,
she's right.

There's a lot of junk in here

that I haven't
figured out how to use.

I'll meet you halfway.

You can keep
what you have.

Yes!
If...

Uh-oh. If...?

If you don't bring
anything else home.

Agreed?

Okay.

That sounds like a fair deal.

It's great!
What more do I need?

This should be easy as...

Holy Sweet Potato Pie!

What?

TD:
A shiny rock! Wow!

HELEN:
TD...

TD:
Right.

Can't collect
worthless rubbish.

Can't collect worthless rubbish,
can't collect worthless rubbish.

(school bell rings)

For our history lesson today,

we're going to begin learning
about the s.

TD, are you listening?

Yes! Sorry.

Thank you.

Now to get us in the mood,

I thought I'd play a little
music from this interesting era.

MAN:
* Rock-rock,
rock, rock, a-rocka-rocka *

* Rock-rock, rock, rock,
a-rocka-rocka *

* Rock-rock,
rock, rock, a-rocka-rocka *

* Rock-rock, rock, rock,
a-rock-a-rocka *

* Rock-rock, rock,
rock, a-rock-a-rocka *

* Rock-rock, rock, rock,
a-rock-a-rocka *

(music speeding up):
* Rock-rock, rock,
rock, a-rock-a-rocka... *

(yelling, bell rings)

(panting)

TD:
That was the longest day
of my life.

But I got it.

It's mine.

I don't see why you had
to have it so much.

I... don't understand.

Why couldn't you just leave it
where it was and just,

you know, look at it on your way
to and from school?

Oh, sure, of course,
just leave it there.

So someone else
could take it?!

TD, why would Alice
want a rock?

Believe me, nobody
wants that rock but you.

Hmm, you're right.

But that's what I'm saying.

I'm the only person who likes
the things that I like.

I even had a dream about it.

I was throwing away
all my stuff when...

TD, what are you
doing to us?

Discarded toys of youth!

What's the matter?

We'll be so lonely!

To everyone else, they were
just worn-out toys

and worthless clutter.

I was the one person
in the whole world

who valued those poor things.

I won't let you go.

Wow! Some dream.

(sniffling)

I guess I never thought
of it like that.

If only my mom felt that way.

Okay, rock, we just have
to get you to my bedroom

and you're home free.

MOM:
TD!

Coming.

Hold this here so I
can see how it looks.

In a second?

This won't take long.

(sighs)

MOM:
Higher.

A little more.

Okay. To the left.

TD, we need to have a talk.

The clutter is too much.

What if there's a fire?

With all this stuff in the way,

how long do you think it would
take you to get out of here?

Not that long.

(TD grunting,
objects clunking)

TD:
Almost there!

(sighs)

That shouldn't count.

Anybody can get lost.

In their own room?

I'm sorry, son, new rule.

Half that clutter has to go.

Half?

Half.

Good-bye, slobbery stick.

Good-bye,
tattered mystery cloth.

Good-bye,
fake lady for making dresses on.

(sighs)

(loud clunking)
Whoa!

(crash)

Whoa! Uh-huh.

Son, you belong
in the salvage business.

What's salvage?

This is salvage.

Salvage is stuff
that's been saved

from being thrown
in the garbage.

Wait, this isn't
the garbage?

Oh, I should say not.

I sell this garbage...

uh, these gently pre-used
salvaged articles.

Recycling's a good thing.

Now show me what you got.

Ooh, where did
you find this?

Bought it at a yard sale.

Why?

HELEN:
"This flag was originally sewn
by Martha Wagstaff...

...and hung for many years
over Wagstaff City Hall."

ALICE:
The original flag
of Wagstaff City!

Wow! It's an antique!

"Donated to the Wagstaff City
Museum by TD Kennelly."

Isn't it great?

Oh, that's wonderful of TD.

This flag is priceless.

MARTHA:
Priceless?

Does that mean
it's not worth anything?

No.

When you say something's
priceless,

you mean that it's really,
really valuable.

Nobody would ever
want to sell it.

Wow!

Where's TD?

He should be here
to see this.

I think he's too busy
trying to find out

if there are any other priceless
objects in his collection.

The collection
in his room?

No, he found a better place
to keep all his stuff.

Told you guys
I wouldn't let you down.

How's this for a new home?

What do you think, Joe?

Priceless?
Worthless?

Uh, maybe a bit of both.

Perspective.

I'm here to talk
about your perspective.

"Perspective" means
the way people look at things.

For instance, from one
perspective, I can seem tiny.

(in high voice):
Hi! I'm tiny.

Or from another perspective
I can be...

(voice booming):
Big.

From this ant's perspective,
I'm very tall.

From the point of view
of a giant,

I'm very short.

And perspective isn't just about
whether things are low or high,

or near or far, but also what
you think about things--

what your opinion of them is.

People have different
perspectives

on all sorts of things.

Worthless.

Priceless!

So now you know about
different perspectives.

Did you catch
all of today's words?

Watch again.

An antique is something
that's really, really old.

Sometimes an antique is so old
it's worth a lot of money.

"Valuable" is when something is
worth a lot of money.

Saying
something's worthless

meanyou can't
use it anymore.

When you say something's
priceless, you mean

that it's really,
really valuable.

Uh, look, a spider!

That's it for the show.

Hey!

Bye-bye!
See you next time.
(sighs)

To dig up some more fun words
and games, visit pbs
* Who's that dog? *

* Who's
that dog? *

* Dog, d-d-dog, d-dog. *

That dog is Decota.

He's a puppy.

My name is Belle.

I got Decota at MSPCA Angell.

Sometimes people can't
properly care for a pet,

so they bring it
to the adoption center,

and they help find the pet
a new home.

This is what I found.

WOMAN:
Do you want to take
that dog for a walk?

Yeah.

WOMAN:
So you're all set.

You can bring Decota home.

BELLE:
I like taking care of him.

Puppies need exercise.

The best thing about
having a puppy is

that you have someone
to play with.

* He's a dog... *
* Dog, d-d-dog, d-dog. *