My mom's here. See you later.
B Mrs. Baxter
Close that raincoat, you'll get double pneumonia!
Maybe your parents forgot about you.
No, they're coming from my Aunt Lucy's house. It's pretty far.
If they don't come, you'll be alone in an empty school all night.
Uh-huh. [a car horn sounds] That's my mom! Too bad. I guess you'll be here all alone.
Arthur, your mom called me. Your family has to spend the night at your aunt's because they had car trouble. So you'll be spending the night at our house. You can share Binky's room.
[his gloating smile disappears] He... uh-ah-ah! What?!
B Mr. Barnes
Binky's pajamas don't exactly fit you, but they'll do.
My teeth are all brushed. I'm ready for bed!
Arthur's already in your room.
What?! [grunts] Um, good night!
There's nothing in my hand. [grunts] See?
The other hand. Behind your back.
What, this? It's a... my reading lamp. [plugs it in]
Hm. How do you read down there?
Like this. [puts a book on the floor and leans out of the bed]
Doesn't look very comfortable.
Hey, I don't read a lot, okay? Good night. [lies down]
Hey, you forgot to turn off the light.
[comes in] Oh, honey... You forgot to turn on your night-light. [plugs it in and leaves] There. Now you won't have any more nightmares.
I have nightmares if I don't turn the night-light on. Okay?
[yawns] Huh? [falls asleep]
The Reads visit the Lincoln Memorial. Arthur reads from a guidebook.
"Abraham Lincoln was the sixteenth president. He issued the Emancipation Proclamation on January 1st, 1863."
Boy, look at the size of those feet. Where'd he ever buy his shoes? Was he the only giant president?
Lincoln wasn't a giant. The statue is much larger than he was.
Wouldn't you know it? Finally something interesting, and it's a fake.
D.W., can't you please just try to relax and enjoy what's here?
Okay, Daddy. At least I'll get to see the Statue of Liberty.
Um... that's in New York, honey.
The Reads walk up to the White House.
The flag's up. That means the president is home today.
What if we meet him and become friends?
In his imagination, Arthur plays minigolf with the president on the White House lawn. They high-five.
Arthur and the president have a soda drinking contest in the Sugar Bowl while Arthur’s friends watch. The president’s glass has the presidential seal on it.
P President
You beat me again, Arthur.
The fantasy ends.
Arthur! Come on, the tour is starting. It's the last one today.
They hurry into the building.
The Reads start a tour through the White House.
G Guide
On the ground floor is the China Room, which contains a collection of presidential...
D.W., don't get left behind!
How exciting; another closed door.
G Guide
Follow me, please.
We could have stayed home and locked each other out of the bathroom. It would have looked just like this.
She crawls under a cordon and walks to a partly open door.
D.W., stop it! You're gonna get us kicked out!
D.W. comes back.
I'm just trying to find the government.
Don't break the rules. I don't want the president mad at us.
The tour continues.
G Guide
During Kennedy's administration, a permanent art collection was assembled for the White House...
I don't like this. It's full of people who make a lot of rules, and everybody's afraid of getting in trouble.
G Guide
In 1948, when Harry Truman was president, the White House was found to be unsafe for occupancy.
D.W. sneaks through an open door and closes it behind her. She sees a wide hallway in front of her. She tries to get back but the door will not open.
Her parents are on the other side of the door.
Where has she gone? D.W.!
Oh no, D.W.’s loose in the White House. We’re doomed.
In his imagination, D.W. sits on the president’s desk.
P President
It gives me great pleasure to sign the D.W. Law. It is now illegal not to own a pony.
The journalists and guards are sitting on ponies.
J Journalist
Right on, D.W.!
P President
And the national anthem has been changed to "Crazy Bus".
The fantasy ends.
We’ve got to find her before she wrecks the whole country.
Hold it! Where are you taking the cereal?
Slam on your brakes! Walter who?
Walter Deer? Whoa! D.W., our food isn't good for deer to eat.
Don't worry, Dad, I'm not gonna let him eat it. I'm just gonna get him to come close to me.
D.W., that's not safe, and it's not allowed. You can look at the deer.
But if all I had to do was look, then I might as well be at home watching TV.
This is the deer's home. You wouldn't like it if someone fed you strange food in your home.
I would, if it was a deer.
What are you writing your book report on, Arthur?
I've read a lot of good books lately. I'm trying to choose between the two best.
If you can't decide, I've read an exciting book about magnetic fields that I highly recommend.
[Arthur, Buster and Fern's mouths fall open]
No thanks, it can't be as good as "The Case of the Creepy Shadow." [she pulls out that book.]
What about you, Buster? [he pulls out a set of magnets sticking to one another] It's intriguing reading and comes with six free magnets.
Um, sounds great, Brain, but I plan to do what I always do. Book reports are no sweat.
I thought he was my best friend, but he wants to go.
I bet he doesn't want to go.
He could have stayed and lived in a pit, but he said no. What does that tell you?
Try thinking how Buster will feel. You're losing one friend, but everything else stays the same for you.
Buster's losing all his friends and going to a place where everything is new. It can be scary. I know. We moved a lot because of my father's job. It's hard.
Buster probably needs a best friend now more than ever.
I've decided to stay around the house, help out with some chores and stuff.
Oh, you know, I figured I violated my parents' trust by going to the dump. I should think about what I did and stuff.
Well, Arthur, that's really adult of you.
[Arthur and D.W. sit at the breakfast table in their pajamas. Mrs. Read makes scrambled eggs on toast.]
Planning a party is a lot of work, you know.
How hard can it be? You invite people and they come!
Speaking of people, let's keep this small. Just Grandma Thora's closest friends, okay?
That's no fun! Can't we do stuff like rent an elephant or a zebra?
No elephants, D.W., just a nice, small, quiet party. Are you listening, Arthur?
[Arthur goes on reading the cereal box without looking]
Yeah, Mom, a nice, small, quiet...
(She pulls Fern away. Fern gives Francine a reproving look. In Francine’s imagination she and Brain are standing in an old English courtroom wearing prisoner’s clothes. Arthur as prosecutor is questioning Fern. Mr. Ratburn is the judge.)
And before Muffy Crosswire hired you, you knew who wrote the note.
I deduced immediately it was Brain and Francine. Of course I had to tell Muffy. My reputation was at stake.
NR Nigel Ratburn (Judge)
[bangs with the gavel] That's all the evidence I need to hear. Guilty as charged!
[takes her to the locks in a jail cell with Brain] But it was just a joke... just a joke...just a joke...a joke...
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