Arthur Read: Sometimes stuff happens, and you wonder if it'll turn out good or bad. Like when it's your turn at bat. Will you hit a home run or be thrown out at first?
Francine Frensky: Steady, steady, eye on the ball.
Arthur: At lunch, will the cafeteria be serving pizza or mystery meat?
Binky Barnes: Ha ha! I won! Now you have to smell my gym socks.
Rattles: Oh yeah? Smell this!
Arthur: Sometimes you just have no idea what's going to happen.
Francine: Way to go!
Buster Baxter: Huh?
Arthur: So far, so good!
Francis Haney: Arthur Read, please report to the office immediately.
ARTHUR'S MYSTERY ENVELOPE
(Bird sings, thunder crashes)
Francine: (V.O.) Arthur's Mystery Envelope.
(Back to the story)
Arthur believes he has failed a history test. He has a “Wizard of Oz”-like fantasy.
Buster: You know what they say, Arthur. Those who don’t know their history are doomed to repeat it.
Arthur: It’s gonna keep bothering me until I get this over with. Please don’t let it be summer school.
Mrs. Read is reading on the couch.
Arthur: Hm-hm. Do you have a second, Mom?
Mrs. Read: For you, Arthur, two seconds.
Arthur: Um, I was supposed to do something right away when I got home from school today, but I was worried I might be in trouble, so I didn’t do it, and now I’m afraid you’re gonna get mad.
Mrs. Read: Whoa, slow down, Arthur. What is it? I won’t get mad. Arthurs hands her the envelope.
Arthur: Here. This is for you. Mrs. Read opens the envelope.
Mrs. Read: Oh, here it is. Arthur, I’ve been waiting for this!
Arthur: You said you wouldn’t get mad.
Mrs. Read: Sorry, I’m – I’m not mad, just frustrated. I’ve been trying to reach Herb all day.
Arthur: But this is from Mr. Haney.
Mrs. Read: That’s his first name, sweetie.
Arthur: Oh, Mom?
Mrs. Read: Mm, what?
Arthur: What’s in it?
Mrs. Read: Tax documents.
Arthur: It has nothing to do with me?
Mrs. Read: amused: Did you think it was about you?
Arthur: Hh, of course not. (laughs) They hug.
Mrs. Read: Even if this was about you, I need to know. Dad and I can’t help you, if we don’t know you have a problem.
Arthur: I guess.
Mrs. Read: Now back to bed, honey. It’s late.
Arthur goes to the door and opens it. D.W., who has been eavesdropping, falls into the room. Arthur looks annoyed.
D.W.: (laughs nervously) So, what’s it gonna be? Are you being grounded for a year? Are you gonna have to do all my chores from now on?
Mrs. Read: Back to bed, you two. The children go upstairs.
D.W.: Are you moving into the garage? Is Pal moving into the garage with you?
D.W.: Do I get your room?