Punky Brewster (1984) s02e02 Episode Script
Punky's Treehouse
Maybe the world is blind or just a little unkind, don't know.
Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore, although-- you may be lonely and then one day you're smiling again.
Every time I turn around, I see the girl who turns my world around standing there.
Every time I turn around, her spirit's lifted me right off the ground.
What's gonna be? Guess we'll just wait and see.
-Woof.
-Good morning, Henry.
-Morning, Punky.
-Henry, I just had the best dream in the entire world.
-What was it about? -Well, it started out real normal.
It was a Saturday and I was playing jacks with a worm in our backyard.
-Sounds normal so far.
-I know.
The worm was on threesies when all of a sudden a great big beautiful bluebird flew down, grabbed him, and flew back up into the tree in our backyard.
And you know what happened? -He never made it to foursies? -No.
I looked up, I saw the most fantabulous thing that you couldn't even dream it.
But I did! -What was it? -A treehouse.
-This is what it looked like.
Except in my dream it wasn't flat and folded.
That's beautiful.
But what's this? An elevator? -No, a dog-evator.
So Brandon can come up too.
-You know, when I was a young lad, I always wanted a treehouse.
-Did you ever get one? -No.
We didn't have any trees in our yard, only hedges.
And nobody wants a hedgehouse.
-Henry, can we build this? After all, the hard part's done.
We've already got the tree.
- I don't know, Punky.
It would be quite an undertaking.
-No, it's a treehouse.
It would be an overtaking.
Please, Henry? I could get all the kids and Mrs.
Johnson to help us.
-Well, it's a good time to build a house.
Interest rates are down.
What the hey.
Let's go for it.
-Wow.
Wow.
Wowee.
Wowee.
Wowee wow! Thanks, Henry.
-You're welcome.
-I can't wait to get to school and tell all the kids.
-Hold it.
You're not going anywhere, young lady, until you eat your breakfast.
-I'm full.
-Brandon? You want seconds? -What's the problem, Cherie? -Mike, the door won't open.
-Let me try a little trick that I picked up at Fenster Hall.
Step back.
Heh heh.
All right.
Hey hey.
I still got it.
-Wow, thanks, Mike.
-Well, what's a teacher for? -Mike? -Yeah? -I was getting this for you.
- Thanks, Cherie.
-Cherie, that's the third apple you've given Mike this week.
-Yeah, an apple a day keeps the bad grades away.
-I think she's got a crush on him.
-I don't have a crush on him.
I just think he's a great teacher.
The fact that he's incredibly handsome had absolutely nothing to do with it.
-Hey, guys, you know what I dreamed last night? -Let me guess-- you were playing jacks with a worm again.
-Yeah, but it had a different ending.
In this dream, we had a great big beautiful treehouse! -Wow! -Ooh.
-All right.
You sure draw good in your sleep.
-Anyway, Henry said we can build it this weekend.
You guys want to help? -Yeah, yeah.
-Yeah, count me in.
-Count me in.
-Guys, this is gonna be the best Saturday you ever had.
-Oof.
Cherie, we've been at this for an hour.
How many nails have we pulled? -Let me count.
One-- -Hey, guys-- look what we found.
More wood.
- More nails.
-Come on, let's get hoppin'.
-Punky, it's too hot to hop.
-Yeah, can't we wait and build this treehouse in the winter? -Hi, people.
-Margaux, why are your dressed like that? -'Cause I have impeccable taste.
-She means, why aren't you dressed to help us build the treehouse? - I wanted to, but guess who mother's taking me to meet this morning.
Nigel St.
Clair.
- Who? -Don't you people read "Architectural Digest?" Nigel St.
Clair is the world's leading closet decorator.
-Closet decorator? You mean he doesn't want anybody to know that he's a decorator? -No.
He designs closets for every important person there is, and he's gonna do our closets.
-But what about the treehouse? - I don't think you can afford him, Punky.
Ciao.
-Can you believe her? -She was just getting out of doing the work.
-Yeah.
You know what she is? - Yeah.
You know what she is? You know what she is? - Smart.
You know what she is? - Smart.
-Cherie, we got big trouble.
Your Aunt Lenise is on her way over.
-From the time that woman sets foot in the door, she does nothing but complain.
"Your carpet's not clean enough.
" Or, "Your silver's not shiny enough.
" Last time, it was, "Your air freshener's not fresh enough.
" -Why do you keep letting her come over? -Because she's family, child, and I love her.
-Plus, she's got her mattress stuffed with $100 bills and I'm her only relative.
-Well, I'd better finish sewing my bedroom curtains so that old battleaxe won't complain that my drapes don't drape enough.
-Grandma, I'll make some cookies.
Aunt Arnise can't complain if her mouth is stuffed with chocolate chips.
-Good thinking.
Well, you get the flour and I'll preheat the oven.
-OK.
Sorry, Punky.
It's my favorite Aunt Larnise.
-Yeah, right.
Well, Allen, let's get to work.
Allen? Allen! -I just remembered, my aunt's coming over too.
-When? -As soon as I call her! -Hello, honey.
- Henry! You're the bestest foster dad in the entire world.
-Why, thank you, dear.
-You're the only one who will help me build my treehouse.
Are you doing that today? -Yeah.
Isn't that why you're in your work clothes? -Unfortunately, no.
You see, the painters canceled at the last moment and I've got to get the front apartment ready for the new tenants.
-You mean, you're deserting me too? -Punky, I am the apartment manager.
It's my job.
-Yeah, I understand, Henry.
Who needs a treehouse? All it was was a dumb dream-- a dream that's never gonna come true.
-OK, class, let's take our grammar workbooks.
- Aww.
-Would you rather see a puppet show? -OK! -Yeah! -You bet! -All right.
Well, it just so happens that a couple of friends of mine decided to stop by, and I would like you to meet them.
Here is Norman Noun.
-Hi there.
-And this is his wife, Vera Verb.
-Say, baby, what's happening? -So, how's it going, Vera? -How can it go, being married to him? -Aw, what's the matter, sweet cheeks? -I'll tell you what's the matter.
You are a boring noun.
You're a person, a place, or on real bad days, just a thing.
You never do anything.
-Typical verb, full of action, always on the go, singing, dancing, shopping.
- And cooking, cleaning, ironing.
You never complain about that, you little twerp! -Hey, hey-- now you two just calm down.
Don't you realize that nouns and verbs need each other? -Say what? -You're a verb.
Even though you do all the cooking, with Norman Noun, you wouldn't have a stove to cook on.
-Here, here.
-And Norman Noun, without this busy little verb, you'd be absolutely useless.
No, think about it.
Without Vera here, if you're a hammer, you can't hit.
And if you're a tuba, you can't play.
-That's true.
It's no fun being something if you can't do anything.
-And it's no fun doing something without something to do it to.
-I'm sorry, lambkins.
-Lay one on me, baby.
Class dismissed! See you later, Margaux.
-Bye, Mike.
-All right, bye.
-Bye.
-Bye.
Punky, can I see you for a minute? -Sure, Mike.
You know, during the puppet show, I couldn't help but notice that you weren't noticing.
- You noticed.
-Something troubling you? -Yeah, well, I used to believe that people can make their dreams come true, but not anymore.
-Really? Why not? -You see, I had this dream about a terrific treehouse, but in real life, it was impossible to get builded.
-Built.
You know, Punky, sometimes you have to work real hard to make your dreams come true.
Thomas Edison's dream was the electric light bulb, and do you know how long he tried before he could make it work? 20 hours a day for a whole year.
-Boy, he must have had a heck of a 'lectric bill.
-Yeah, but Edison didn't give up on his dream, and you shouldn't either.
-But I mean, nobody wants to help me build the treehouse.
They love the idea, but they hate the work.
Maybe you should try and make it fun for them.
-How do you make work fun? -Same way I made grammar fun.
-Puppets? -No.
Heh heh, with psychology.
Hey, let's put our heads together and see what we could come up with.
- She's coming.
-Punky, this will never work.
-But it has to, Mike.
-What is that thing? - It's the awning for our treehouse.
See, we want to paint the tree branches on it like camouflage.
That way, it won't scare the birds away.
- What a cute idea.
-Forget it, Punky.
It can't be done.
-And why not? -This thing has to be cut and sewn and we don't know anybody who could sew.
-Well, I can sew.
-Thanks, baby, but we need an expert.
-Well, what do you think I am? I have slip covered my place from one end to the other.
-Yeah, but-- -Yeah, but nothing.
Give me that canvas.
I'll show you who's an expert.
-Well, if you insist.
-The best sewer I know is me.
-Hi, Punky.
Whatcha doing? - Working on the color scheme for our treehouse.
What do you think? -How do I put this tactfully? It's atrocious.
Face it, Punky-- you're in over your head.
Leave the decorating to me.
-Well, OK.
If you insist.
-Hi, Mike.
-Hey, Allen.
How's it going? How you doing, buddy? -I came over to show Punky my new BMX tires.
I put 'em on myself.
-You did that? Boy, you must be pretty mechanical.
- I guess I'm gifted.
-Boy, I wish I was like you.
-You do? -Yeah.
-Wow.
Nobody's ever wanted to be like me-- not even me.
-Well, I do.
Boy, if I were good at mechanical things, I could figure out a way to make this elevator work in this treehouse.
Look at this thing right here.
-Let me see that.
Let me think.
I got it.
-You do? -Yeah.
Rig a pulley up over that limb-- -Yeah.
- --you find something heavy-- -- --to lift the platform-- -Right.
- --which Brandon will sit on.
-Right.
- --which Brandon will sit on.
-I'm lost.
-I'm lost.
-Don't worry about it.
I'll figure it out.
-Well, if you insist.
-Hi, Punky.
Want to go skating at the park tomorrow? -I can't.
Everyone's working on the treehouse.
- Can I help? -No, I think we have everyone we need.
There must be something I can do.
-I don't think so.
I'm just finishing up some snacks for tomorrow.
Try one, Cherie.
-Punky, I think there is something I can do.
Step aside and give the chef some room.
-Well, if you insist.
-Yeah.
-Here he comes.
Mike, I just wish we knew more about painting treehouses.
-Me too.
-I could paint it for you.
-Well, if you insist.
-On second thought, if I do it for you, you'll never learn.
-Well, we'd probably do a terrible job, all runny and streaky.
-That's all right.
You'll learn from your mistakes.
- This isn't working.
-You know what, Punky? We should be ashamed of ourselves.
-We should? -Yeah.
We can't let Henry help us paint that treehouse.
A man his age is much too old to be climbing up trees.
-Good point.
Listen, you two, you may have conned everybody else around here, but you can't con me.
-We can't? -Why not? -Because it isn't necessary.
I was planning to paint the treehouse all along.
-You were? -Of course I was.
So let's stop all this yammering and get to work.
-All right.
-Yippee! -My man Henry.
All right.
If we all just put our heads together, there wouldn't be a thing we couldn't do.
Hand in hand, we could build a perfect place, but you need me and I need you too.
Cooperation-- a little goes a long, long way.
Cooperation turns the work time into play.
Cooperation-- soon enough we'll all be done.
Cooperation helps everyone.
Hand-in-hand, we could build a perfect place.
But you need me, and I need you too.
Cooperation-- a little goes a long, long way.
Cooperation turns the work time into play.
Cooperation-- soon enough, we'll all be done.
Cooperation helps everyone.
Everybody! La la la la la, la la la la la la la la.
Cooperation, yeah, yeah, yeah.
La la la la la, la la la la la la la.
Cooperation.
-Looks like a regular old tree, right? Wrong! Ta da! -I've got to admit, this treehouse is stupendous.
-Yeah.
- Hello down there.
- Hello! -What a view.
-Oops.
Mrs.
Whopperman's hanging up her girdle.
-We're so high.
Everything looks tiny.
-Not Mrs.
Whopperman's girdle.
-Boy, this treehouse has everything.
Except Brandon.
-Coming right up.
OK, Brandon.
Up in.
-Hey Allen, all clear.
All right! -Hi, Brandon.
How was your flight? Come on, guys.
Come in here.
-Well, Punky, what does Brandon think of the treehouse? -Same as me, Henry-- it's a dream come true.
-Come in! -Hey! -Hi, Mike.
-Hi.
-Thanks, Mike.
If it weren't for you, this treehouse would have never been builded.
-Built.
And we all had fun building it, didn't we? -Yeah, lots! -Yay! -Mike, you're a genius.
-No I'm not.
-Yes you are.
-Well, if you insist.
All right.
Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore, although-- you may be lonely and then one day you're smiling again.
Every time I turn around, I see the girl who turns my world around standing there.
Every time I turn around, her spirit's lifted me right off the ground.
What's gonna be? Guess we'll just wait and see.
-Woof.
-Good morning, Henry.
-Morning, Punky.
-Henry, I just had the best dream in the entire world.
-What was it about? -Well, it started out real normal.
It was a Saturday and I was playing jacks with a worm in our backyard.
-Sounds normal so far.
-I know.
The worm was on threesies when all of a sudden a great big beautiful bluebird flew down, grabbed him, and flew back up into the tree in our backyard.
And you know what happened? -He never made it to foursies? -No.
I looked up, I saw the most fantabulous thing that you couldn't even dream it.
But I did! -What was it? -A treehouse.
-This is what it looked like.
Except in my dream it wasn't flat and folded.
That's beautiful.
But what's this? An elevator? -No, a dog-evator.
So Brandon can come up too.
-You know, when I was a young lad, I always wanted a treehouse.
-Did you ever get one? -No.
We didn't have any trees in our yard, only hedges.
And nobody wants a hedgehouse.
-Henry, can we build this? After all, the hard part's done.
We've already got the tree.
- I don't know, Punky.
It would be quite an undertaking.
-No, it's a treehouse.
It would be an overtaking.
Please, Henry? I could get all the kids and Mrs.
Johnson to help us.
-Well, it's a good time to build a house.
Interest rates are down.
What the hey.
Let's go for it.
-Wow.
Wow.
Wowee.
Wowee.
Wowee wow! Thanks, Henry.
-You're welcome.
-I can't wait to get to school and tell all the kids.
-Hold it.
You're not going anywhere, young lady, until you eat your breakfast.
-I'm full.
-Brandon? You want seconds? -What's the problem, Cherie? -Mike, the door won't open.
-Let me try a little trick that I picked up at Fenster Hall.
Step back.
Heh heh.
All right.
Hey hey.
I still got it.
-Wow, thanks, Mike.
-Well, what's a teacher for? -Mike? -Yeah? -I was getting this for you.
- Thanks, Cherie.
-Cherie, that's the third apple you've given Mike this week.
-Yeah, an apple a day keeps the bad grades away.
-I think she's got a crush on him.
-I don't have a crush on him.
I just think he's a great teacher.
The fact that he's incredibly handsome had absolutely nothing to do with it.
-Hey, guys, you know what I dreamed last night? -Let me guess-- you were playing jacks with a worm again.
-Yeah, but it had a different ending.
In this dream, we had a great big beautiful treehouse! -Wow! -Ooh.
-All right.
You sure draw good in your sleep.
-Anyway, Henry said we can build it this weekend.
You guys want to help? -Yeah, yeah.
-Yeah, count me in.
-Count me in.
-Guys, this is gonna be the best Saturday you ever had.
-Oof.
Cherie, we've been at this for an hour.
How many nails have we pulled? -Let me count.
One-- -Hey, guys-- look what we found.
More wood.
- More nails.
-Come on, let's get hoppin'.
-Punky, it's too hot to hop.
-Yeah, can't we wait and build this treehouse in the winter? -Hi, people.
-Margaux, why are your dressed like that? -'Cause I have impeccable taste.
-She means, why aren't you dressed to help us build the treehouse? - I wanted to, but guess who mother's taking me to meet this morning.
Nigel St.
Clair.
- Who? -Don't you people read "Architectural Digest?" Nigel St.
Clair is the world's leading closet decorator.
-Closet decorator? You mean he doesn't want anybody to know that he's a decorator? -No.
He designs closets for every important person there is, and he's gonna do our closets.
-But what about the treehouse? - I don't think you can afford him, Punky.
Ciao.
-Can you believe her? -She was just getting out of doing the work.
-Yeah.
You know what she is? - Yeah.
You know what she is? You know what she is? - Smart.
You know what she is? - Smart.
-Cherie, we got big trouble.
Your Aunt Lenise is on her way over.
-From the time that woman sets foot in the door, she does nothing but complain.
"Your carpet's not clean enough.
" Or, "Your silver's not shiny enough.
" Last time, it was, "Your air freshener's not fresh enough.
" -Why do you keep letting her come over? -Because she's family, child, and I love her.
-Plus, she's got her mattress stuffed with $100 bills and I'm her only relative.
-Well, I'd better finish sewing my bedroom curtains so that old battleaxe won't complain that my drapes don't drape enough.
-Grandma, I'll make some cookies.
Aunt Arnise can't complain if her mouth is stuffed with chocolate chips.
-Good thinking.
Well, you get the flour and I'll preheat the oven.
-OK.
Sorry, Punky.
It's my favorite Aunt Larnise.
-Yeah, right.
Well, Allen, let's get to work.
Allen? Allen! -I just remembered, my aunt's coming over too.
-When? -As soon as I call her! -Hello, honey.
- Henry! You're the bestest foster dad in the entire world.
-Why, thank you, dear.
-You're the only one who will help me build my treehouse.
Are you doing that today? -Yeah.
Isn't that why you're in your work clothes? -Unfortunately, no.
You see, the painters canceled at the last moment and I've got to get the front apartment ready for the new tenants.
-You mean, you're deserting me too? -Punky, I am the apartment manager.
It's my job.
-Yeah, I understand, Henry.
Who needs a treehouse? All it was was a dumb dream-- a dream that's never gonna come true.
-OK, class, let's take our grammar workbooks.
- Aww.
-Would you rather see a puppet show? -OK! -Yeah! -You bet! -All right.
Well, it just so happens that a couple of friends of mine decided to stop by, and I would like you to meet them.
Here is Norman Noun.
-Hi there.
-And this is his wife, Vera Verb.
-Say, baby, what's happening? -So, how's it going, Vera? -How can it go, being married to him? -Aw, what's the matter, sweet cheeks? -I'll tell you what's the matter.
You are a boring noun.
You're a person, a place, or on real bad days, just a thing.
You never do anything.
-Typical verb, full of action, always on the go, singing, dancing, shopping.
- And cooking, cleaning, ironing.
You never complain about that, you little twerp! -Hey, hey-- now you two just calm down.
Don't you realize that nouns and verbs need each other? -Say what? -You're a verb.
Even though you do all the cooking, with Norman Noun, you wouldn't have a stove to cook on.
-Here, here.
-And Norman Noun, without this busy little verb, you'd be absolutely useless.
No, think about it.
Without Vera here, if you're a hammer, you can't hit.
And if you're a tuba, you can't play.
-That's true.
It's no fun being something if you can't do anything.
-And it's no fun doing something without something to do it to.
-I'm sorry, lambkins.
-Lay one on me, baby.
Class dismissed! See you later, Margaux.
-Bye, Mike.
-All right, bye.
-Bye.
-Bye.
Punky, can I see you for a minute? -Sure, Mike.
You know, during the puppet show, I couldn't help but notice that you weren't noticing.
- You noticed.
-Something troubling you? -Yeah, well, I used to believe that people can make their dreams come true, but not anymore.
-Really? Why not? -You see, I had this dream about a terrific treehouse, but in real life, it was impossible to get builded.
-Built.
You know, Punky, sometimes you have to work real hard to make your dreams come true.
Thomas Edison's dream was the electric light bulb, and do you know how long he tried before he could make it work? 20 hours a day for a whole year.
-Boy, he must have had a heck of a 'lectric bill.
-Yeah, but Edison didn't give up on his dream, and you shouldn't either.
-But I mean, nobody wants to help me build the treehouse.
They love the idea, but they hate the work.
Maybe you should try and make it fun for them.
-How do you make work fun? -Same way I made grammar fun.
-Puppets? -No.
Heh heh, with psychology.
Hey, let's put our heads together and see what we could come up with.
- She's coming.
-Punky, this will never work.
-But it has to, Mike.
-What is that thing? - It's the awning for our treehouse.
See, we want to paint the tree branches on it like camouflage.
That way, it won't scare the birds away.
- What a cute idea.
-Forget it, Punky.
It can't be done.
-And why not? -This thing has to be cut and sewn and we don't know anybody who could sew.
-Well, I can sew.
-Thanks, baby, but we need an expert.
-Well, what do you think I am? I have slip covered my place from one end to the other.
-Yeah, but-- -Yeah, but nothing.
Give me that canvas.
I'll show you who's an expert.
-Well, if you insist.
-The best sewer I know is me.
-Hi, Punky.
Whatcha doing? - Working on the color scheme for our treehouse.
What do you think? -How do I put this tactfully? It's atrocious.
Face it, Punky-- you're in over your head.
Leave the decorating to me.
-Well, OK.
If you insist.
-Hi, Mike.
-Hey, Allen.
How's it going? How you doing, buddy? -I came over to show Punky my new BMX tires.
I put 'em on myself.
-You did that? Boy, you must be pretty mechanical.
- I guess I'm gifted.
-Boy, I wish I was like you.
-You do? -Yeah.
-Wow.
Nobody's ever wanted to be like me-- not even me.
-Well, I do.
Boy, if I were good at mechanical things, I could figure out a way to make this elevator work in this treehouse.
Look at this thing right here.
-Let me see that.
Let me think.
I got it.
-You do? -Yeah.
Rig a pulley up over that limb-- -Yeah.
- --you find something heavy-- -- --to lift the platform-- -Right.
- --which Brandon will sit on.
-Right.
- --which Brandon will sit on.
-I'm lost.
-I'm lost.
-Don't worry about it.
I'll figure it out.
-Well, if you insist.
-Hi, Punky.
Want to go skating at the park tomorrow? -I can't.
Everyone's working on the treehouse.
- Can I help? -No, I think we have everyone we need.
There must be something I can do.
-I don't think so.
I'm just finishing up some snacks for tomorrow.
Try one, Cherie.
-Punky, I think there is something I can do.
Step aside and give the chef some room.
-Well, if you insist.
-Yeah.
-Here he comes.
Mike, I just wish we knew more about painting treehouses.
-Me too.
-I could paint it for you.
-Well, if you insist.
-On second thought, if I do it for you, you'll never learn.
-Well, we'd probably do a terrible job, all runny and streaky.
-That's all right.
You'll learn from your mistakes.
- This isn't working.
-You know what, Punky? We should be ashamed of ourselves.
-We should? -Yeah.
We can't let Henry help us paint that treehouse.
A man his age is much too old to be climbing up trees.
-Good point.
Listen, you two, you may have conned everybody else around here, but you can't con me.
-We can't? -Why not? -Because it isn't necessary.
I was planning to paint the treehouse all along.
-You were? -Of course I was.
So let's stop all this yammering and get to work.
-All right.
-Yippee! -My man Henry.
All right.
If we all just put our heads together, there wouldn't be a thing we couldn't do.
Hand in hand, we could build a perfect place, but you need me and I need you too.
Cooperation-- a little goes a long, long way.
Cooperation turns the work time into play.
Cooperation-- soon enough we'll all be done.
Cooperation helps everyone.
Hand-in-hand, we could build a perfect place.
But you need me, and I need you too.
Cooperation-- a little goes a long, long way.
Cooperation turns the work time into play.
Cooperation-- soon enough, we'll all be done.
Cooperation helps everyone.
Everybody! La la la la la, la la la la la la la la.
Cooperation, yeah, yeah, yeah.
La la la la la, la la la la la la la.
Cooperation.
-Looks like a regular old tree, right? Wrong! Ta da! -I've got to admit, this treehouse is stupendous.
-Yeah.
- Hello down there.
- Hello! -What a view.
-Oops.
Mrs.
Whopperman's hanging up her girdle.
-We're so high.
Everything looks tiny.
-Not Mrs.
Whopperman's girdle.
-Boy, this treehouse has everything.
Except Brandon.
-Coming right up.
OK, Brandon.
Up in.
-Hey Allen, all clear.
All right! -Hi, Brandon.
How was your flight? Come on, guys.
Come in here.
-Well, Punky, what does Brandon think of the treehouse? -Same as me, Henry-- it's a dream come true.
-Come in! -Hey! -Hi, Mike.
-Hi.
-Thanks, Mike.
If it weren't for you, this treehouse would have never been builded.
-Built.
And we all had fun building it, didn't we? -Yeah, lots! -Yay! -Mike, you're a genius.
-No I'm not.
-Yes you are.
-Well, if you insist.
All right.