04x07 - Sees Stars

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Seat belts, everyone!

Please let this be a normal field trip.

With the frizz?

All: no way! Oh!

♪ Cruisin' on down main street

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♪ You might get baked into a pie ♪

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Keesha: is it finished yet, tim?

Tim: stop rushing me, keesha.

How long can it take to make a model of the sun

That plays wait till the sun shines, nellie when you wind it up?

There.

You think d.a.'S going to like it?

[Model playing]

Phoebe: she'll love it!

It's the perfect present for her birthday.

Arnold: too bad she's sick and had to stay home today.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Hello?

How come you guys are still at school?

It's d.a.

We're waiting for ms. Frizzle.

She's driving us over after her teachers' meeting.

Well, hurry. I want you to see my new telescope.

It's really neat.

We'll be there soon. Bye.

Where is ms. Frizzle, anyway?

[Loud rattling]

Everybody: huh?

Oh, good afternoon, class.

Perfect timing, ms. Frizzle.

Tim just finished d.a.'S present.

Take a look, ms. Frizzle.

Whoa!

Everybody: the present!

Phoebe: tim, are you all right?

I'm ok, but d.a.'S present isn't.

What are we going to do? It's too late to make another one.

Tv announcer: right here, right now,

You can get the perfect gift from ssn--

The star shopping network.

Carlos: hey, check this out.

Carlos: it's one of those shows where you can call up and buy things.

Tv announcer: and here's your host,

The stellar seller himself, horace cope!

Cope: evening, folks.

I'm horace cope, bringing you the perfect gift

For someone you love--

A star.

Everybody: a star?

Cope: that's right, a star--

A star from the vast reaches of the universe.

When you buy a star, you get to name it.

Seriously, folks, I've only got 3 stars left--



For the ridiculously low price of just $7.00 each.

[Mutes tv]

Tim: that's it!

We'll all chip in $1.00 and get d.a. Her very own star.

Arnold: great idea!

Ralphie: let's do it!

Keesha: wait a minute.

Slow down.

My grandma once bought a mop from the home mopping network,

And it didn't mop, so I'm not spending my money on anything

I haven't checked out myself.

But, keesha...

Keesha's right, tim.

We don't have to buy a star sight unseen.

Everybody: we don't?

Ms. Frizzle: to the bus!

But what about d.a.'S party?

Stop! Wait! I--

Uh-oh. I hate when this happens.

Ms. Frizzle: I'll give you a hand, arnold.

We're going star shopping!

Ohh...

Couldn't we just go to the mall?

Ms. Frizzle: computer, report, please.

Computer: all systems go, ms. Frizzle.

We are leaving the earth behind.

Wanda: and here comes the moon!

I mean, there goes the moon.

Wow! Are we going fast or what?

We just went from planet earth to the moon in less than a minute!

As my aunt dromeda always says, ralphie,

To reach the stars, you have to get way past mars!

Phoebe: gee, look at all those teeny-tiny stars!

I wonder if they'll get bigger

When we get closer, like the moon did?

Keesha: they'd better. We need some way to tell them apart.

Cope: now, you're probably asking,

"Horace cope, how can you sell me a star if they all look alike," right?

Wrong. That's the beauty of it.

Look closely, and you'll see lots of different kinds of stars.

For instance, take this little baby...

Only two million years old.

Now, believe it or not, that's really young for a star.

To see it, just look in the direction of the constellation taurus, the bull.

I wouldn't steer you wrong.

Nooooo.

Puh-leeze! Whoever heard of a baby star?

To see it for yourself,

You'd have to fly at a speed of 500 million miles an hour,

And it would still take you about 80 years just to get there.

So isn't it a lot easier to just call?

Everybody: 80 years?!

I told my mom I'd be home by 7:00.

Ms. Frizzle: then what are we waiting for?

Hmm...baby star, here we come.

Is it just me, or did we just leave our solar system behind?

Tim: man! We've already gone so far, we can't see any of the planets anymore.

Keesha: and now our sun looks as tiny as, well, a star.

Hey, ms. Frizzle, is our sun a star

Just like all the other stars out here?

Yep. Makes you think, doesn't it?

Computer, star chart, please.

[Beeping]

Ah, yes. Right on course.

Constellation taurus, here we come.

We should be seeing the baby star right about...

Computer: coming out of hyperdrive now.

Everybody: wow!

Ms. Frizzle: hmm. That baby star should be around here somewhere,

But it's hard to tell with all this dust and gas.

Keesha: dust and gas? Is that what these weird clouds are made of?

Computer: stellar nursery straight ahead.

Phoebe: dust? Gas? Swirling clouds?

This is not a good place for a baby.

Ms. Frizzle: on the contrary, phoebe.

It's the best place for a baby star.

D.a.: Oh, wow! This new telescope is really neat!

You can see practically forever!

Take a look, liz.

You can even see huge clouds of dust and gas way up there.

Gee. I wonder what they look like up close.

Keesha: that can't be our baby star.

It doesn't look like what we saw on tv.

Ms. Frizzle: you're right, keesha.

It's a ball of gas, but not a star.

Everybody: whoa!

Carlos: what's happening? We're being sucked towards the center!

Computer: warning. Warning.

Due to a large ball of hot gas, we are out of control.

Everybody: oh, no!

At my old school,

We never got pulled into the boiling-hot center

Of a swirling cloud of dust and gas!

I know, phoebe. Isn't this fantastic?

Nobody's ever seen what we're seeing.

Lucky nobody.

What are we going to do? What are we going to do?

What are we going to do?

Unless we want to end up where all that dust and gas is,

We'd better use reverse!

Arnold: it worked! We're safe!

Carlos: good one, tim!

Keesha: look! There's the baby star!

It's been behind us the whole time!

Ms. Frizzle: full stop!

It's too bright to look at, ms. Frizzle.

No problem, class.

Phoebe: cool!

Arnold: for a baby star, it sure is humongous.

Well, arnold, baby stars come in all sizes.

Let's see how humongous it really is, shall we?

Hmm. It's actually on the small side--

Only about half the size of our sun.

Tim: so? It's just a baby.

I say, let's call up horace cope and buy it!

Keesha: wait a second, tim.

This is not a happy star.

Phoebe: poor thing. It looks like it's got gas.

Ms. Frizzle: very good, phoebe. All stars have gas.

That's what they're made of.

But this two-million-year-old baby just hasn't settled down yet.

You know, it's at that awkward age.

Come on, keesha. Let's buy it and go to the party.

No way. I'm not spending a dime on this star.

It's too young and too wild.

Keesha, what kind of star are you looking for, anyway?

Well, something a bit bigger and brighter

With no dust around it,

And it would be nice if it had a planet or two.

We need a star we can trust,

Like our own sun.

Cope: ok, so you don't like the baby star.

No problem.

Remember, there are still two stars left,

And this next one is sun-sational--

A shining example of a grown-up, middle-aged star.

To find it, look right here

In the big dipper.

Seats, everyone, and buckle up!

Computer, how far is it?

Computer: approximately 100 million million miles.

Everybody: wow!

Cope: that's not all.

This next star even comes with its own planets absolutely free.

Tim: there it is, keesha-- just the kind of star you're looking for.

It looks ok, but I want to be sure

It's different from the baby star.

Good idea, keesha.

Let's you and I take a closer look.

Keesha: buckle up, ms. Frizzle.

It's bigger and brighter than the baby star.

I like the color a lot better,

And it seems a lot calmer.

That's because this star's all grown up, keesha--

A happy, healthy 5 billion years old

At the prime of its life.

Hmm. No dust clouds around it, either.

And look, it's got its own planets!

I can see at least two.

Wow! This star looks just like our sun.

Let's buy it, ms. Frizzle.

Sold!

[Collective gasp]

Tim: sold?

But I haven't even dialed yet.

I guess someone beat us to it,

But who would want to buy our star?

Congratulations, young lady, and enjoy your brand-new star.

What do you want to name it?

Janet!

Everybody: janet?!

I've always wanted my name up in lights, but this is even better.

I can't wait to tell my cousin arnold about it!

How embarrassing.

Come on, guys. We can't give up yet.

There's still one more star left.

Cope: and remember, there's still one star left.

As you can see by this accurate artist's rendition,

I've saved the best for last...

A red supergiant star.

Look right here-- here! Here!

Here!

Here, in the constellation of andromeda.

So if you're in the neighborhood,

Check it out.

Or just call. It's a lot faster.

Want to bet?

According to my research,

That tiny star out there is actually a red supergiant,



Because we're so far away from it,

It looks like a tiny point of light,

But if we were closer, it would look very, very...

Cope: humongous, stupendous, astronomical--

A 20 million-year-old red supergiant!

Isn't she a beauty?

Tell you what, folks.

Since this is my last star,

I'll take 50 cents off the price if somebody buys it

In the next, oh... 50 Seconds.

Wanda: sounds like a good deal to me.

Tim: we better call before somebody else buys it.

Star shopping network. Horace cope speaking.

Hi. I'm tim, and i--i mean, we--

That is, ms. Frizzle's class would like to--

Uh, hold on a sec.

Well, keesha?

Well...

Everybody: keesha!

Well...

It's certainly the biggest star by a long shot,

And I like the color.

It doesn't have any planets, but there are no dust clouds, either,

And it's no wild baby.

Everybody: so...

Ok, ok. Buy it.

We want to buy the red supergiant star

And name it for dorothy ann.

Sold! You've just bought yourselves a star,

And not a moment too soon.

We did it!

We got the biggest, brightest birthday present

D.a.'S ever had!

Keesha: she'll love having a star

That's so much bigger than the other stars.

Wait a minute.

If it's so much bigger, how come we got it so cheap?

Yeah! Horace did seem in a hurry to sell it.

So? Do you guys think there's something wrong with it?

I don't see anything wrong.

As my old friend lie brarian always says,

You can't tell a book by its cover.

Let's take a peek inside with our sneak-a-peek-atron.

Watch this.

Arnold: amazing!

Tim: we can actually see inside the star.

Is it just me, or are the insides of our star shrinking?

Not shrinking, ralphie. Collapsing.

Wanda: oh, no! The star's insides are getting squeezed together!

Does it matter what's going on inside?

It was shining just fine on the outside,

And that's all d.a. Will see.

Computer: core expl*si*n imminent.



D.a.'S star! It's gone!

Phoebe: our big, beautiful star

Just exploded into smithereens!

Keesha: I don't believe what I just saw!

I know, but wasn't it super?

Super? Ms. Frizzle, d.a.'S star is gone.

It's history. 6.50 for nothing!

But why did our star explode when it did?

It looked ok on the outside.

It was bigger, it was brighter...

Well, horace did say the supergiant was 20 million years old.

A stellar observation, phoebe.

Stars do grow old and eventually go out,

But some, like this one, go out with a bang!

They're called supernovas.

Ralphie: well, it sure left a super mess.

You know, it looks a lot like the place where we found the baby star.

All these leftovers from the blast are clouds... Of dust and gas.

Then let's get out of here!

Last time we got too close to a cloud of hot gas,

We almost got fried!

But, tim, tim, don't you see?

That hot ball of gas was a star getting ready to be born!

That's right! Stars are made out of hot gases!

Boingo, phoebe.

Hot gases squeezed together in a ball.

Yeah...

Squeezed together hard enough to make a new baby star shine.

The hot gas keeps the star shining like fuel for a fire

For millions and millions of years.

And when the fuel finally runs out, the stars die out.

Those that go out with a bang, like this one,

Leave behind the stuff to make new stars again.

Excuse me, but in case you've forgotten,

We still don't have a present for d.a.'S birthday!

No, but maybe we can make one.

Everybody: huh?

As I see it, all we have to do

Is help along what happens naturally.

What if we gather up all the leftover gas and dust

And squeeze it together till it gets hot enough to shine?

Brilliant idea, keesha.

Normally it would take a million years to clean all this up,

But since we do have a magic bus,

It's time to take chances, sweep up the mess,

And make a star!

Keesha: it's working, ms. Frizzle!

The dust and gas are getting smushed together!

And now when you need a good squeeze, just say please.

Everybody: please!

Ms. Frizzle: ♪ can you squeeze a stardust cloud into a star ♪

♪ Into a star?

♪ Can you squeeze a stardust cloud for our d.a.? ♪

♪ We can squeeze it till it's sore ♪

♪ And there's heat within its core ♪

♪ And then presto! It's ready for her birthday ♪

Everybody: yay!

Ms. Frizzle: congratulations, class!

[Kids shouting happily]

Computer, set coordinates ktur5.

We're going home.

Liz, look. There's a star up there.

It wasn't there before. I'm sure of it!

I've got to write about it in my star journal.

Arnold: sorry we're late, d.a.

Late? You're just in time!

See that really bright star up there?

Well, that's a brand-new star,

And I just discovered it.

Actually, d.a., That's your birthday present from all of us.

It is?

We named it "dorothy ann 1" in your honor.

You did?

Everybody: happy birthday, d.a.!

[Cheering]

But how?

I--i don't understand.

Oh, it's a long story, dorothy ann--

A story filled with dust and gas, with heat and--

[Music playing]

Tv: this is a special bulletin from ssn.

I've just discovered a brand-new star, and it's now on sale.

Everybody: what?!

Cope: that's right, a brand-new star,

So let's hear those telephones ring!

Keesha...

Out with the old and in with the new.

It's sleek, it's stylish, it's--

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

That star is ours. We just bought it.

No, no, sorry. You must be mistaken.

This is a new star.

That's right, and do you know where this new star came from, because we do.

Sure you do, kid.

We actually saw how dust and gas came together to become a new star.

And that's not all. We saw a baby star,

And then a middle-aged star that had been shining for a long time, like our sun.

And then, thanks to you,

We saw the star you sold us explode!

Keesha: and you knew it was on its way out.

Well, maybe I did, but, uh...

But what you didn't know is that

If you squeeze all the dust and gas

Left over from the expl*si*n and make it hot enough...

You can make a brand-new star--

The star you're trying to sell us now.

Only that's our star because it was made

From the leftovers of the one you sold us.

And they gave it to me for my birthday

And named it "dorothy ann" after me,

So you can't sell it.

Cope: yes. Ahem. Yes.

Well, uh, thank you for pointing out my mistake.

Well done, class.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

And I couldn't have gotten a better birthday present.

Thanks, everyone!

Everybody: you're welcome, d.a.!

[Cheering]

Is this the magic school bus?

Is this the magic school bus?

Is this the magic school bus?

Is this the magic school bus?

Magic school bus?

Magic school bus?

Magic school bus?

I want the magic school bus!

It's a fine night for looking at stars, liz.

It's clear as a bell up there.

[Telephone rings]

Now, who would be calling at this hour? Hello?

Boy: is this the star of "magic school bus"?

Well, I am the producer.

Good. About your show on stars.

No one can visit the stars in a flying space bus.

Who are you trying to kid?

Well, even though astronauts have been to the moon and back,

You're right. The stars are just too far away

To reach with today's spacecraft.

Ok, but suppose we did build a spacecraft.

How long would it take to get there?

Huh. A lifetime.

The stars on our show were so far away

That to get there and back before you grew old,

You'd have to travel faster than the speed of light,

And you can't travel faster than the speed of light.

But ms. Frizzle took the kids there.

Hey, that's why she drives a magic school bus.

It was the only way to get there.

Well, there's something else bothering me.

Since our sun is a star,

Well, you know, it's not going to...

Go out? Well, yeah, it will, but not for a long, long time.

It's been shining for over 4 billion years,

And it's got another 4 or 5 billion years to go.

Whew. That's a relief.

One more question.

You guys sure made that new star in a hurry.

How long does it really take?

It takes millions of years to form a new star

From the leftovers of an old one.

Millions of years in a couple of minutes?

You guys are always speeding up time,

But this show takes the cake.

You mean liz takes the cake. Ha ha!

Ha ha! Yeah, right. Good night.

You ready, liz?

[Whistles]

Perfect. A new constellation.

The constellation magic school bus.

[Beep beep]

♪ Surfin' on a sound wave

♪ Swingin' through the stars

♪ Take a left at your intestine ♪

♪ Take your second right past mars ♪

♪ Step inside, it's a wilder ride! ♪

♪ Come on

♪ Ride on the magic school bus

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