| rdfs:comment | - [We see a close up of Stu's mouth eating potato chips as he and Tommy are watching the Dummi Bears on TV.] Dummi Bear #1: Oh boy, Barney Bear. A Great day in Dummi Bear Land. Time to sing the Happy song. Both Dummi Bears: Sing a happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, song! Sing a happy, happy, happy, happy, happy,- [Didi turns off the TV] Stu: Hey! We were watching that! Didi, I thought you're at work? Didi: It's summertime, Stu. School's out, I haven't been at works for three weeks. Stu: I knew that. [Didi looks around the state of the TV room] Didi: Stu, we need to talk. Stu: But The Rockford Files' on at four minutes! Didi: Stu, it's been months since you're designed a new toy. Stu: Didi, Once I perfected the Bubblerama 3000, our troubles will be over.This baby will work out the non-
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| abstract | - [We see a close up of Stu's mouth eating potato chips as he and Tommy are watching the Dummi Bears on TV.] Dummi Bear #1: Oh boy, Barney Bear. A Great day in Dummi Bear Land. Time to sing the Happy song. Both Dummi Bears: Sing a happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, song! Sing a happy, happy, happy, happy, happy,- [Didi turns off the TV] Stu: Hey! We were watching that! Didi, I thought you're at work? Didi: It's summertime, Stu. School's out, I haven't been at works for three weeks. Stu: I knew that. [Didi looks around the state of the TV room] Didi: Stu, we need to talk. Stu: But The Rockford Files' on at four minutes! Didi: Stu, it's been months since you're designed a new toy. Stu: Didi, Once I perfected the Bubblerama 3000, our troubles will be over.This baby will work out the non-toxic soap bubble. If that doesn't put Pickles Toys on the map, nothing will. [he activates the Bubblerama, which its giant bubble forms and suddenly bursts, soaking both Didi and Stu] Unfortunately, there's still a few kinks. Didi: [whilst ringing out the water out of her hair] I’ve been going over our bills, Stu, and I thought maybe if you got a job outside the house, we-- Stu: Deed, an inventor of my stature can’t be worried about petty financial details. My mind has to be free to create. Didi: Oh! Well, when does an inventor of your stature intend to finish this bubble thing? Stu: Did Mozart’s wife ask him how long it would take to finish his requiem? Didi: Stu, Mozart died without finishing his requiem. Stu: OK, bad example. Didi: Well, in the meantime, you always have the background salesman. [she shows him the newspaper] Here's an ad, Consolidated Lard is looking for telephone representatives. Stu: [he puts down the newspaper] Consolidated Lard? =========================================================================================== Didi: Morning, Stu! All set for work? Stu: All set? I'm lucky to be alive! When I opened my closet this morning, an avalanche of toys fell on me! Lou: Toys? Why'd you put toys in your closet? Stu: Pop, I didn't put them there. Somebody else did, but who? [snaps his fingers] Drew! Lou: Huh? Stu: I can't believe Drew would stoop so low over a lousy 120 bucks which, I might add, I already paid him back! I'll show him. [chuckles, calls the local pizza palace and squeezes his nose to badly imitate his brother's voice] Yes, I'd like to order fifty large pepperoni and mushroom pizzas. My name? Drew Pickles. =========================================================================================== Stu: Well, things seem to be going smoothly this morning. I guess Drew learned his lesson. Didi: What are you talking about? [The doorbell rings and Didi leaves the kitchen and opens the front door] Didi: Drew! Drew: [very angrily] Where's Stu? [Stu takes a sip from his mug and Drew enters the kitchen] Drew: Stu, let's talk. Stu: [offers Drew a seat] Fine by me. Drew: [pulls up a chair and sits down] I couldn't get to the office yesterday because someone had my car towed! Stu: And I suppose I wore my disco suit to work yesterday just for kicks, huh? Drew: I don't know what you're talking about, but I bet you know something about the fifty pizzas I got the other day! Stu: I thought you came here to apologise. Drew: Apologise?! Wha-- [stands up and points his finger at Stu] You're the one who should apologise! Stu: Me?! [stands up] What an idea! [both turn their backs to each other] I guess we have nothing to discuss. Didi: [enters the kitchen] Oh, Drew! While you're here, I have something for you. [opens the book in her hands] It's a check from Stu for 120 dollars. [hands the check to Drew] He wrote it last summer, but it seems he's been using it as a bookmark. [holds up the book and points at it] Drew: Why, thanks, Didi. [glares at Stu] Stu: [chuckles nervously] Drew, I, uh... I have to go to work.
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