Arthur Read: Imagine you're traveling through another dimension. A dimension not only a sight in sound, but a fantasy. A dimension where teachers are aliens and principals are robots.
Robot Haney: Hello. How are you? (repeats two more times; then malfunctions)
Arthur: A dimension where there are more UFOs in the sky than stars. Look! There's a sign up ahead. Your next stop: The Buster Zone!
THE BOY WHO CRIED COMET
Binky Barnes: (V.O.) The Boy Who Cried Comet!
(Back to the story)
Fern: Hello, Arthur. I see you overslept your alarm clock.
Arthur: What makes you say that?
Fern: You’re wearing two different colored socks, your shirts on inside out, and you didn’t brush your teeth. It all points to one conclusion: you were in a rush. Why? Because you slept late.
Arthur: That’s amazing.
Fern: I’m reading Mrs. Marbles’ “Handbook for Young Detectives”. It’s all in the details.
According to Buster’s tale, a U.F.O. communicated with him using colored lights and sound.
Buster: And somehow I knew exactly what that meant. It was alien for: “We come in peace”.
Brain: Are you sure it wasn’t alien for “car alarm”?
Buster: You’ll see, Brain. I’ll get you proof. Then we will see who has the shoe on the other hand.
Buster: Ah, instructions! Aw, they’re in Japanese. Arthur turns the instructions around. Oh, that’s better.
Brain: No way! Why should I go around telling people a comet is coming?
Buster: Because they’ll believe you. You seem so sciencey.
Brain: That’s because I back up what I say with facts, unlike some people. And “sciencey” isn’t a word.