The Narrator: Listen for the words sensitive and rampage.
(The kids play in the playground. Becky and Bob are on the seesaw.)
Narrator: Just another fun-filled day on the school playground.
Scoops: Oh, I can't wait. It's going to be fun, fun, fun, fun! That's four funs! Becky, I can't wait!
(Scoops jumps onto the seesaw.)
Becky: I can't wait either!
Scoops: Woo-hoo! So, what time are you leaving your house?
Becky: What time am I leaving my house for what?
Scoops: Becky... for the birthday party, hello?!
(Bob slides next to Becky. Bob and Becky look at each other.)
Becky: Scoops, is there a birthday party today?
Scoops: Uh, a birthday party? Not that I know of...Huh?
Becky: But you just said–
(Scoop laughs.)
Scoops: I never know what I'm saying! Hey, look what a distraction Bob is.
Becky: Wait, first tell me who's having a birthday party today.
Scoops: Today? Gosh, there must be a lot of people having a birthday today.
Becky: Oh, I see.
(She looks around and sees TJ and Johnson doing yoga, Katy on an elephant surrounded by clowns and balloons, a boy reading a book, and then back to Katy.)
Becky: It's Katy's birthday, isn't it?!
(Clowns and an elephant pass by.)
Scoops: Oh, I'm sorry I said anything. I thought you were invited too.
Becky: SCOOPS, don't worry about it. I'm totally okay!
Scoops: Really?
Becky: What, did you think I'd get mad, go on a rampage through the playground?
Scoops: No, no, no... yes.
Becky: Oh, please, I'm not upset. I mean, there could be a million reasons why I wasn't invited.
Scoops: Yes, a million reasons!
Becky: I don't really know Katy that well, and Katy was in a different class last year. Come to think of it, Katy and I have never been in the same class.
(Violet and Becky stand at Becky’s door.)
Violet: Okay, so, um... bye, Becky!
Becky: Wait, wait! Do you want to come inside and play a while or something?
Violet: Uhhh... I kind of have to go somewhere?
Becky: Oh, okay.
(Violet walks away. Becky ponders and then suddenly gives a realizing gasp. Becky finds Katy’s invitation inside Violet’s backpack.
Becky: Violet, are you going to Katy's party?
Violet: Uhhh...
Becky: Why didn't you tell me?
Violet: Well, I didn't want to make you sad. I know I'd be sad if you were invited and I wasn't.
Becky: Thanks for being sensitive to my feelings, but don't worry. You're my friend and I still want you to have fun! Even if I'm not having fun.
(Violet hugs Becky.)
Violet: I'll try to have fun for both of us.
Becky: That's great. Do that.
Narrator: Later, inside the Botsford's...
(Becky and Bob watch TV.)
Becky: I can't believe Katy didn't invite me. I mean, sure, it's her birthday, but that doesn't mean she can't be more sensitive to my feelings, right?
(Bob points to Mr. Botsford who is holding the mail.)
Becky: Bob, you're right! Maybe the invitation's in the mail! Dad, Dad, Dad, the mail - can I see it?
Mr. Botsford: Sure, Becky. Let's see those sorting skills.
(Becky throws the envelopes in the air.)
Mr. Botsford: Yes, this month's edition of Sensitive Dad Magazine! Now, that's a nice looking sweater vest. Comfy, but non-threatening.
Becky: No, Bob, there's no invitation.
Mr. Botsford: Hmm. Becky, without even reading one article in this issue of Sensitive Dad Magazine, I can tell something's bothering you. What's up, kiddo?
Becky: Well, my friends are all going to Katy's birthday party, but I wasn't invited.
Mr. Botsford: Aw, Becky, I don't think I know Katy. Are you two friends?
Becky: Not really.
Mr. Botsford: Well, did you invite Katy to your birthday party?
Becky: well, no. But that's- that's different!
Mr. Botsford: Oh, and how is that different?
Becky: Because I really don't know her that well, and... okay, I see your point.
Mr. Botsford: So, you feel better?
Becky: Nope, I still really want to go to her party. It's not fair.
Mr. Botsford: For a problem this tricky, we might need the Botsford family superpower!
Becky: The Botsford family what now?
Mr. Botsford: Okay, here it goes: When you're feeling sad about missing out on something fun, as a Botsford to change your mind and say 'Forget about the party!
I'll make my own fun!'
Becky: That's the Botsford family superpower?
Mr. Botsford: Well' it's not a WordGirl-type superpower, but it's a superpower that even WordGirl could use! Watch how it works.
(He opens his shirt and shows her a t-shirt with a picture of the Botsford family.)
Mr. Botsford: Do, do, do, do, do, do, dooooo! I hereby invite you to a regular old evening with your family! When? Tonight! Where?
at the Botsford residence! There'll be dinner, dessert, conversation.
(He pops up from under the table holding two puppets.)
Mr. Botsford: And while we do the dishes, wait for it... a sing-along!
Bob: Ahh!
Becky: Pretty sure that's not a superpower, Dad.
Mr. Botsford: Ooh, I better invite your brother. Hey, TJ! Do, do, do, do, do, do, dooooo!
(A violent crash is heard outside. Becky looks out the window. A robot walks between the buildings of the city.
Becky: C'mon, Bob, word up!
Narrator: Meanwhile downtown, one of Tobey's robots is on a rampage!
WordGirl: Stop right now, Tobey, and return your robot to its, uh... Robot garage? Where do you keep your robots?
Tobey: mind your own business, WordGirl. This is between my robot and the innocent stuff he's wrecking.
(Tobey presses a button on the remote. Something flies towards Word Girl. She avoids being hit.)
Huggyface: Yah!
WordGirl: Okay, you know what happens when a robot destroys city property and throws it at a superhero? This! Yah!
(Word Girl flies around the robot and punches him.)
[metallic banging]
Tobey: You know what happens when a superhero buzzes around a robot like a fly? This!
(The robot squashes Word Girl.)
(Tobey laughs.)
(Huggyface helps Word Girl stand up again.)
WordGirl: Are you laughing at me?
Tobey: What, is it a crime to have a sense of humour?
WordGirl: Everything you're doing here is a crime!
Tobey: Well, guess what, WordGirl? I... DON'T... CARE!
(He presses the button on the remote and the robot punches some buildings.)
WordGirl: That’s it!
(She flies towards the robot. The robot raises his arms. Word Girl hits him and cuts his hands off.)
WordGirl: After I finish here, know what I'm going to do?
(She punches the robot with its hands.)
WordGirl: Tell... your... mom! Ha, not laughing now, are you?
Tobey: Wow, WordGirl, you're in a rather sour mood.
WordGirl: Me? Ha! If anyone's in a bad mood, it's you.
Tobey: Well, I have a right to be! You wouldn't understand. You have no idea how I feel.
WordGirl: why wouldn't I understand? I'm sensitive.
Tobey: it doesn't matter how sensitive you are. You're WordGirl. I bet you've never been left out of anything.
WordGirl: I might surprise you.
Tobey: Fine. If you must know, there's this girl, Katy, and well, she's having a birthday party right now in the park. And I wasn't invited. Do you have any idea what that feels like?!
WordGirl: Actually, Tobey, I do know what that feels like. I wasn't invited to katy's party either.
Tobey: Why would you be invited?
WordGirl: Oh, well, I mean, I kind of know her... A little.
Tobey: Really? How do you know Katy?
(WordGirl sits next to Tobey.)
WordGirl: Never mind that! Listen, I know you feel lousy, but that doesn't mean it's okay to go on a robot rampage!
Tobey: Well, I’m not sure I’d call this a robot rampage.
WordGirl: Well, your robot was out of control and destroying things, which just happens to be the definition of rampage. See?
(She points to the destroyed buildings.)
Tobey: Robot rampage, huh. So it was. But in this case, I really had no choice. I had the kind of pain that only comes from not being invited to a birthday party. That pain cries out for a rampage!
(Tobey cries.)
WordGirl: No, you had a choice. Instead of wrecking the city, you could have said, forget about the party! I'll make my own fun! I can't believe I just said it.
Tobey: You're right; I know you're right.
WordGirl: You do?
Tobey: Yes, of course. I shouldn't wreck the city.
WordGirl: Tjat's what I'm telling you!
Tobey: I should wreck the party!
(He presses a button and more robots appear.)
WordGirl: Exact- wait, what?! No, no, no, no, no!
(One of the robots picks up Tobey and smashes Word Girl.)
(Meanwhile, at Katy’s birthday. Violet has her eyes covered. She stands in front of a piñata.)
Scoops: C'mon, violet, hit it harder! We want candy!
Violet: Well, I want candy, too. But I don't want to break Katy's pretty piñata.
Katy: It's okay, Violet. That's the only way to get the candy!
Violet: Okay, here it goes! I’m so sorry.
(With a loud zap, a ray breaks the piñata.)
Scoops: Hey!
(Violet keeps trying to break the piñata. The kids run to pick the candies.)
Violet: Uh, am I getting warmer? - uh!
Scoops: Katy, why did you invite a giant robot?
Katy: I didn't invite a robot.
Tobey: No, you didn't invite this robot, but he's crashing the party. Or should I say... Crushing it!
(He presses a button on the remote.)
Tobey: And since he doesn't get any birthday cake, no one gets any birthday cake!
(The kids gasp while Tobey laughs maniacally.)
(Kathy pouts and starts crying. Tobey gasps and stops the robot. The kids cheer.)
(Word Girl smashes two robots. She kicks the head of the robot where Tobey stands.)
Tobey: I don't get it. I couldn't crush the cake.
(Word Girl grabs Tobey and flies him down the robot.)
Tobey: When I looked at Katy's face and saw how sad it would make her feel, I couldn't do it.
WordGirl: Because you were sensitive to Katy's feelings.
Katy: Hi, WordGirl!
(The robot’s head falls behind them.)
Katy: What do you mean by "sensitive"?
WordGirl: Oh, hi, Katy. Um, nice party! Well, when someone is sensitive, it means they can recognize what another person is feeling. When Tobey saw how sad you'd feel if the robot crushed your cake, he changed his mind. Being sensitive to your feelings made him want to be kind instead of selfish.
Katy: Oh! Thank you, Tobey, for being so sensitive.
Tobey: I’m not sensitive! Why, I couldn't care in the least! I couldn't care if I tried! I mean, I’m still... I'm... I'm... Ugh.
Katy: Well, thank you for not crushing my cake.
WordGirl: I think Tobey was just a little upset because he wasn't invited to your party. You know how some kids are.
Katy: Sorry, I couldn't invite you, Tobey. My mom said I could only invite a few of my closest friends. At least I can give you an extra goodie bag! Here!
Tobey: Uh, here, you... TAKE. You... present.
(He pulls out one of the robot’s eyes.)
Katy: Oh, Tobey, you don't have to give me a present.
Tobey: Just take it, please?
WordGirl: Well, I think we've interrupted your party long enough.
Katy: Thank you both for making my little birthday party a lot more exciting. And thanks for not crushing my cake! You're a good person.
(They fly away.)
WordGirl: You're not going to go back on a rampage, are you?
Tobey: Nah, not really in the mood now.
WordGirl: Glad to hear it. And since you were so sensitive back at the party, I'm going to let you off the hook this time.
Tobey: Say, since neither of us received a party invitation, how do you feel about doing something, you know... together?
WordGirl: Sure, why not? No reason we can't make our own fun. What do you wan't to do? How about ice cream?
Tobey: Are you buying?
WordGirl: I'm buying my own.
(The kids play at the birthday party.)
Narrator: And so, once again , WordGirl heroically saves a birthday party from a robot rampage.
Or was it the kindness of that sensitive boy Tobey that saved the party?
Tobey: What?! Hey!
Narrator: WHOA, SENSITIVE! Either way, everyone her is invited to tune in next time for another exciting adventure of...
WordGirl!