D.W. Goes to Washington/Transcript

(Title card)

D.W. GOES TO WASHINGTON

Writer: Joe Fallon --- Storyboard by: Gerry Capelle

Binky Barnes: (voice-over) D.W. Goes to Washington.

D.W. Read: Ta-da!

(Back to the story)

Dad: It's a holiday weekend, and I don't have to cater any parties. Let's go somewhere.

Arthur: How about—

Mom: Other than Bionic Bunny Playland.

Arthur: How about Washington, D.C.? We've been learning about government in school.

Dad: That's a capital idea!

Mom: (sighs)

Dad: It's a capital idea. Washington is the nation's capital. Get it?

Arthur: Yeah, I got it the first time.

Mom: Let's take a vote. Where's D.W.?

(music plays)

Woman: (singing) You've got to go to Ponyland / You should go to Ponyland / You really must go to Ponyland!

Man: You'll be greeted and entertained by three or more adorable ponies!

Amanda Hulser: It's like a dream come true!

Arthur: D.W., we're going on vacation. We get to vote on where to go. Do you hear me? D.W., do you hear me?!

D.W.: Of course I can hear you. What did you say?

Dad: We're deciding where to take a weekend trip.

D.W.: I vote for Ponyland.

Arthur: Yech!

(Pal whines)

D.W.: I have to go! It's like a dream come true! Please?

Arthur: Remember the last time we went to a place D.W. saw on TV?

(Flashback)

Announcer: Come to Santa's Igloo where Santa spends the summer!

D.W.: Please?

Arthur: Ecccch!

D.W.: What does it say?

Arthur: "Share a sundae with Santa and his friendly reindeer."

(At Santa's Igloo)

Santa: Ho, ho, ho! Didn't ya bring me a sundae? How can you share a sundae with Santa if you don't bring a sundae to Santa?

(Back in the Reads' living room)

D.W.: Okay, so maybe it won't be as great as Santa's Igloo, but I must go to Ponyland!

Dad: How would you feel about going to Washington, D.C.?

D.W.: Ponyland!

Mom: There are lots of great things in Washington.

D.W.: I don't see any ponies!

Arthur: Washington is where the President lives!

D.W.: I don't care about the President. I care about ponies.

Dad: If you go where Arthur chose this time, you can choose our next trip.

D.W.: Promise?

Dad: Promise.

D.W.: Okay, okay. I'll go.

Dad: It'll be fun.

D.W.: Since I made such a sacrifice, maybe you'll buy me a pony?

Dad: No.

D.W.: I could keep it in my room.

Dad: No.

D.W.: I wouldn't ride it in the house!

Dad: No!