The Secret About Secrets/Transcript

D.W.: I never knew fake secrets were so dangerous.

Stay right there. Hello? Oh, yes. I called because you need to bring James a change of clothes.

James: What happened to you?

D.W.: It's kind of a secret. What about you?

James: Oh, well, it's kind of a secret, too.

D.W.: Really? I'll tell you my secret if you tell me yours.

James: Uh...

D.W.: I was playing with the Tibbles and fell down. Now you.

James: Uh...

James split his pants right down the middle. Oh, there's no hiding it. You can see his underwear clear as day from the back.

D.W.: (gasps)

James: You can't tell anyone. It's a secret. Remember? A secret.

Sorry, this clubhouse is for secret-holders only.

D.W.: I've got one.

D.W.: I know this secret, and it's a really great secret, and... a-and I just got to tell it to somebody!

You can tell it to me. You should always share your secrets with Dad or me, so we can help you.

Okay. Well, the other day, James split his pants at school. His mom had to bring him extra clothes.

I bet James is embarrassed and wouldn't want the other kids at school to know. But it's really hard not to tell anyone. I'm glad you told me, but let's keep it between us.

But how do I stop myself from telling it?

Well, try not to think about it.