Arthur Read: Shh. We're hunting the dangerous snig.
Buster Baxter: It has big horns, and makes a terrifying sound, like this: Aroo!
Arthur: And it's really hard to find because it blends in with the trees.
D.W. (as snig): Aroo! Aroo!
Buster: I hear it! I hear it! This way!
(D.W. still making snig calls)
D.W. (as snig): Aroo.
Arthur: D.W., you're not camouflaged at all! It's supposed to be really hard to see you.
Buster: And the aroo has to be much scarier, like this: Aroo!
D.W.: OK, OK. Why do I always have to play the snig? Why can't one of them be the snig for a change? There, that should do it.
Arthur: Once again, we're hunting the dangerous snig.
Buster: It has big horns, and...
Arthur: They know that, Buster.
D.W. (as snig): Aroo!
Buster: I hear it!
Arthur: Let's go!
Buster: Oh no!
Arthur: D.W., you're wearing... (screams)
Buster: Poison ivy!
D.W,: Poison ivy? I thought we were playing dangerous snig.
D.W.: Buster, you can't keep changing games! Wait up!
D.W,: It itches, Mommy, it itches!
Jane: This calamine lotion will help, honey.
D.W. Loot at me, everyone will run away from me.
Arthur: No they won't, D.W.
D.W.: You and Buster did.
Jane: It'll go away, D.W. The important thing is not to scratch. Arthur will help distract you.
Arthur: I will?
Arthur: D.W., do you have to wear my hockey mask?
D.W.: If people can't see me, they won't run away.
Buster: Hi, Arthur! Hi, D.W.!
D.W.: I'm not D.W. I'm, uh, Otis.
Buster: Why do you have a hockey mask on, uh, Otis?
D.W.: I don't wanna get hit in the face with a puck. Got a problem with that?
Arthur: She's got poison ivy, and she thinks people will run away from her. I'm supposed to make her feel better.
Buster: Oh. Hey, Arthur, remember back in the fall when I had that really bad cough?
Arthur: What cough?
Buster: You know, the cough that started everything?
Arthur: Check out these old joke books I found in the basement.
Buster: (coughing) Hey, what did the banana say to the hippo?
Buster: Nothing, bananas don't talk.
(Arthur and Buster laugh, then Buster starts coughing)
Arthur: Buster, are you OK?
Buster: I didn't know what was wrong with me. It felt like I was trying to breathe through a straw.
D.W.: So? I can breathe through a straw.
Buster: A straw that's clogged. Allow me to demonstrate. (drinks the milkshake) Ah. See? You can imagine how hard it is to breathe through a straw.
D.W.: No, I can't. I don't have any milkshake left!
Arthur: I remember that day. Your mom came and took you to the doctor's right away!
Arthur: This is all my fault!
David: How can it be your fault?
Arthur: It's because I showed him those dirty books! That's what made him sick! I just know it!
Doctor: The dust and mold from the old joke book made it hard for you to breathe because you have asthma.
Buster: Asthma? Does it mean I can't read joke books anymore, or tell jokes, or laugh?
Doctor: Don't worry, Buster. If you take your medicine, you can do all the things you like.
Buster (narrating): It didn't seem like such a big deal...to me.
Arthur: If he gets even one little bit of dust up his nose, he can't breathe! It could happen anytime!
Francine: Is asthma contagious? Shh. Here he is.
Buster: Hi, guys.
Arthur: Hey, Buster. Here, let me take those for you. There you go, buddy, all clean now!
Buster: Uh... thanks.
Francine: Has anyone seen my penicillin...? I mean, pencil and pen.
Binky: So, Buster, if your asthma goes off do you get to leave class?
Buster: Uh, maybe—just to get my medicine.
Binky: Just to get your... medicine? I bet that could take a long time.
Buster: Uh... |I'll see you guys in the cafeteria. I have to go to the nurse's office.
Arthur: Why is he going there?
Francine: Maybe they're going to move him to a special school for sick kids.
Binky: He's faking it to go home early. See, I knew he was faking it. He's just playing the kazoo.
Arthur: That's his inhaler. He's taking medicine to help him breathe. (yelling, groaning)
Buster: What are you guys doing here?
Arthur: You found my glasses! We were just looking for them. Now we can all go to lunch. (inhaler sprays) Watch out, Buster! Here you go; it's safe now. (inhaler sprays) (gasping)
Binky: Can't breathe! Tell the nurse! I think I have plasma!
Buster: Don't you mean "asthma," Binky?
Binky: Oh, stupid word—too many consonants all smooshed together! (inhaler sprays)
Buster: Why did you do that? You had me out.
Francine: It... was an accident.
Buster: No, it wasn't; I saw you drop the ball on purpose.
Buster: What's wrong? Are you okay?
Francie: Stay away! Stay away! Oh! Gotcha!
Buster: Guess what? I'm cured!
Arthur: Really? Are you sure?
Buster: Sure I'm sure. Could I do this if I had asthma? (inhales deeply) Ahh... math.
Arthur: But that's not an old book.
Buster: Yeah, but it must have some dust in it—I've never opened it.
Binky: So you don't have to use that kazoo anymore?
Francine: Well, I'm glad that's over. Now I don't have to worry about catching asthma.
Arthur: What is it, Buster?
Francine: It's Boston cream pie today. |If we don't hurry, it'll all be gone.
Buster: Yeah, pie... let's get that pie!
BUSTER: Over here, I'm open! (panting) Hooray! (coughing) That's one...to nothing...(coughing)
Arthur: Are you okay, Buster? Maybe I should go get the nurse.
Buster: ('Gasping) I'm fine...just need a drink of water....
Buster: (inhaling) Ahh... that's much better. |- | class="transcript"
Nurse: It's important to take your medicine. Why'd you skip your appointment?
Buster: I didn't want my friends to know about it.
Nurse: Do you think maybe they don't understand?
Buster: Maybe... maybe that's it. (inhaler sprays) (balloons squeaking against shirt)
George: And that's an example of static electricity. Thank you.
Buster: My science report is about asthma. But first I need you to imagine that you're very, very small. You're not imagining it! I really want you to imagine it. Very good. Now I want you all up my nose on the double! (inhaling deeply)
All: Whoa! (air whooshing, rumbling)
Buster: Watch your step. No flash photography.
Binky: I don't think I've ever been in anyone's lungs before.
George: Help, I'm stuck in some pie!
Buster: Oh, no! George went down the wrong way! He's in my stomach!
George: Yuck! Custard pie.
Buster: Stick with the group, George. You could get lost in here!
Francine: Is this where the asthma is? Is it a giant bug that'll attack us?
Buster: No, no, asthma is just a word for what happens to my lungs when I breathe in dust or mold, like this. See, the walls are getting smaller! This is when I usually start to cough! Hold on! (loud, deep coughs) (others screaming)
Arthur: That felt so real!
Buster: And asthma is not contagious. Any questions?
Binky: Are you trying to tell us something?
Buster: Yeah, I'm still the same old Buster. I just have asthma... like I have big ears.
Binky: "Same old Buster..." "Big ears." I'm going to ace this test! (class applauding)
Buster: Once they understood it it wasn't such a big deal anymore.
D.W.: Hey, I bet if someone's afraid of my poison ivy I should just explain it.
Buster: Hey, you're not Otis, you're D.W.!
D.W.: Sorry I had to fool you. (gasping)
Timmy: Look, Tommy! D.W.'s got the chicken poxes!
D.W.: No, I don't, it's just poison ivy. It's no big deal.
Tommy: Don't come any closer! We'll catch it!
D.W.: No, you won't. I'll tell l about it. Then you'll understand.
D.W.: Come back here and let me make you smarter! I got it from a plant, and it'll be gone in a couple of days and the white stuff's called Calamine lotion. Hey, wait up, there's more!