All Worked Up/Transcript

Arthur Read: Space log, 1400 hours. Heading for the Crab Nebula!

Pal: (barking)

Arthur: Hey, boy! Come in, Mission Control! Mission Control, come in!

Mom: Oh, hi, sweetie.

Arthur: Mission Control, it's time for Pal's walk.

Mom: Helmet?

Arthur: Check!

Mom: Gloves?

Arthur: Check!

Mom: Scarf?

Arthur: Aw! Mission Control!

Mom; It's 37,000 degrees below zero out there, Arthur.

Arthur: Oh, all right.

Mom: Got your tether?

(beeping, buzzing, siren blaring)

Arthur: Mission Control, we have a problem!

Mom: Oh, yes, your ??????'s not cooperating this morning. But let me just set off ?????????. There. That should do it. Oops! That's the laundry. Your Bionic Bunny T-Shirt is ready!

Arthur: Mission Control, you're the best!

(Title card)

Muffy Crosswire: (V.O.) All Worked Up!

Kate Read: (crying)

(We now return to the story)