Return of the Snowball/Transcript

Introduction
''The intro begins with a “Star Wars”-like opening crawl. The whole dialogue appears on the screen. ''

Arthur: There is unrest in the Read home. D.W. still thinks about the snowball all the time and won’t shut up about it.

D.W.: Arthur stole my snowball from the freezer! I know it was him!

Arthur: Quiet, D.W. I’m the narrator. To combat the dark side of D.W. Arthur has...

D.W.: Mom!

Arthur: Ignore her. As I was saying…

Mrs. Read: Arthur, let your sister talk.

Arthur: But it’s about THE SNOWBALL!

Mrs. Read: Oh, no. That again?

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''Arthur is reading on the bed. D.W. comes with a notebook.''

D.W.: Okay, I just have a few questions.

Arthur: Uh-huh.

D.W.: Where were you between six months ago and Mom’s party?

Arthur: Listening to you whine about your snowball twenty-four hours a day. D.W. makes notes.

D.W.: Mm-mm. And where did you keep the snowball?

Arthur: Mom!

''D.W. sits on her bed. Mrs. Read closes the door on her.''

D.W.: This isn’t gonna be as easy as I thought.

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Brain: So if you multiply x by the width of the freezer squared, facturing in the algorithm of the average weight of a weekly allotment of frozen meats, ice-cream and tv dinners and then we’ll…

D.W.: Will it get smooshed??

Brain: Yes.

D.W.: Just as I suspected. The snowball has been somewhere else. All right, Brain. Science experiment number two.

She puts some play money on the table.

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''Brain holds a list. D.W. fills fresh ice cubes in the coolbox.''

Brain: Okay. Here’s a list of all possible freezers within a ten block radius where the alleged thief could have stored a snowball for six months, two weeks, and four days before returning it to your own freezer.

D.W.: Wow. For a dollar sixty-five you’re a pretty good detective.

Brain: For forty cents more I’ll throw in a flowchart.

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Brain is investigating the freezer as Arthur arrives.

Arthur: Hi, Brain. What are you doing here? In our freezer?

Brain: Oh… I, er…

D.W.: He’s investigating.

Arthur: Is this about that stupid snowball?

Brain: Yes. I mean, no. I mean, you’re not sick at all, are you?

Arthur: Sick?   facepalms  Hh! You realize you’ve just been fooled by a four-year-old girl?

''Brain and Arthur leave the house. D.W. yells after them.''

D.W.: Hey wait! You were just gonna tell me where the ice cream went! I want my money back! Arthur, you did this on purpose!

Mrs. Read: D.W., what are you screaming about?

D.W.: Nothing. Rrr!