♪ Every day, when you're walking down the street ♪ ♪ Everybody that you meet has an original point of view ♪ (laughing) ♪ And I say, hey ♪ Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪ ♪ If we could learn to work and play ♪ ♪ And get along with each other ♪ ♪ You got to listen to your heart, listen to the beat ♪ ♪ Listen to the rhythm, the rhythm of the street ♪ ♪ Open up your eyes, open up your ears ♪ ♪ Get together and make things better by working together ♪ ♪ It's a simple message, and it comes from the heart ♪ ♪ Believe in yourself ♪ ♪ Believe in yourself ♪ ♪ For that's the place to start ♪ ♪ Place to start ♪ ♪ And I say, hey ♪ Hey!

Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪ ♪ If we can learn to work and play ♪ ♪ And get along with each other ♪ Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪ Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪ Hey!

ARTHUR (on TV): Hey, D.W.!

Hey!

Whoa!

(loud thud) (letters shattering) Hello, boys and girls.

What a beautiful day this is!

It makes you feel like singing.

But don't worry, I won't, I'll spare you.

Ugh, look at this room.

Hold on, I'll be right back.

I know you all tuned in to see my granddaughter Francine and her friends, but first I want to talk to you a little about getting old.

Getting old, kids, is wonderful.

There are a few little annoyances.

The knees don't work so well.

When I was your age, I could jump over this table.

Now, if I drop a cookie, it stays on the floor.

Big deal, the dog will eat it.

And my ears aren't so good.

I don't hear half the things that people say to me.

And the other half, you want to know?

I just ignore.

Why?

Because I've heard most of it before.

"I'm fat, I'm broke, why isn't there anything good on TV?"

Please!

You are alive!

Stop complaining!

And then there's all those little aches and pains.

Some days, this pinky-- it hurts.

Other days, it's my tongue.

Go figure.

But there are great things, too.

First of all, it's cheaper to ride the bus, yeah.

And anytime can be naptime, especially if someone is boring you to tears.

And you know the best part?

You still make new friends.

Anyhow, I wanted to share with you the story of my new friend.

You are never going to guess who it is, so I'm just going to tell you.

Okay, are you ready?

My new friend is... What?

We're out of time already?

I was talking too much?

Okay, fine.

Children, darlings, it is time for the show.

So you'll watch, you'll enjoy, goodbye for now.

Yeah, bye-bye.

Will someone please tell me what was the rush?

At this age I only have two speeds: slow and stop.

It's public television.

Why don't we all just stop and smell the roses?

Has anyone got a rose?

(baby crying) D.W.: He's coming!

He's coming!

Who's coming?

Grandpa Dave!

And guess what-- he's staying in my room.

And guess what else.

You get to set up the cot.

No, move it over there.

Why don't you move it?

Mom says I'll pinch my fingers.

I wonder how long Grandpa will be staying with us.

I don't know.

Mom said he was coming in to see the doctor.

No, move it back.

Mom!

Arthur's being mean to Grandpa!

(groans) Well, hello, everybody!

Holey moley!

Let me look at you two.

Arthur, you must be about two inches taller.

I don't think so.

It's only been two months since we saw you.

DAVE: Bo y, this town sure has changed since I was a boy.

Nice ride you kids have here.

Is it new?

No.

You rode in it this summer.

For Aunt Lucy's wedding, remember?

We did just get it cleaned, though.

Oh, that must be it.

It's so good to see you two little rascals.

Later on, if you're good, I'll make you my special country stew.

(giggles) ♪ Let's all count to one ♪ ♪ Let's all count to one ♪ ♪ Ready, set, one, you're done ♪ ♪ Let's all count to one.

♪ Ready?

Go!

100, 99, 98... (Grandpa Dave counting down) He'll never find me here.

Where is he?

Beats me.

What's he doing?

He's talking to mom.

It's probably a trick.

I don't care.

I'm hungry.

Home free!

Yes!

I win!

Whoo-hoo!

I'm hungry, too.

GRANDPA DAVE: Where have you two been?

Off playing?

Well, yeah.

We were playing hide 'n' seek.

With you.

Oh, were you?

I'm sorry.

I must have got distracted, Archie.

Wait, that's not right.

Arnold?

It's Arnold, right?

Oh, dear.

That's okay, Dad.

It's Arthur.

Kids, I'm taking Grandpa to his doctor's appointment.

Dad's in the garage.

We'll be back in an hour and then we'll have a family talk, okay?

How could he forget my name?

Well, Arthur isn't a very memorable name.

Actually, I think you look more like an Arnold.

This is all your fault!

How is it my fault?

You've been playing with him too much.

He's probably exhausted!

GRANDPA DAVE: The reason I want to talk to everyone is because I got some news today.

See, I've had problems remembering things lately.

Just last week, I got lost when I was walking around my own farm.

You did?

Afraid so.

The doctor told me that my memory is starting to go.

Maybe you just need to tie a string around your finger.

I'll go get some ribbon.

This isn't like normal forgetting, honey.

Everyone forgets things when they get to be my age.

But some folks get a disease that makes it even harder for them to remember.

It's not my fault, is it?

Of course not.

See?

It's no one's fault.

It's just the way the cookie crumbles.

But I feel fine.

And I'm going to be moving closer to you.

That's the bright side.

Grandpa will need some extra care from all of us.

I'll take care of you, Grandpa.

I need some photographs.

Photographs of what?

Anything.

The house, vacations, me.

But not too many of you.

We already have tons of those.

Why are you gathering photos?

I'm making a book to help Grandpa remember things.

It's a memory book.

What's the point?

He'll just forget them anyway.

He'll probably forget what it's even for.

Okay, mister, I'm only putting in one picture of you!

Ow!

BUBBY: Are you all right, darling?

Why are you standing?

All the blood will rush to your feet.

Sit down.

How many fingers do I have?

Two.

Actually, I have ten.

Last time I checked.

Anyhow, you seem okay, darling.

A little thin.

Gonna talk to your mother.

FRANCINE: Hey, Arthur.

You've met my Grandma Bubby, right?

Sure, we're old friends.

You had the pizza thing when Frankeleh was trying to fast for Yom Kippur, remember?

Frankly, I still don't know why you didn't change the date.

I mean, how hard could that have been?

Want to play with us?

No, thanks.

I kind of want to be alone.

What?

Why do you want to be alone?

Something is bothering you.

Tell Bubby.

I'm fine.

I'm just... it's my grandpa.

He didn't remember my name the other day and now it turns out he has this problem.

Just a sec.

You mind if we have this conversation over some pastrami?

This one's got me running around like a golden retriever.

I'm sorry to hear that about your grandfather, Arthur.

But what can I do about it?

Nothing.

Listen, Arthur, sweetheart, people change.

The body changes and brains change, too.

You think I can do long division now?

Forget about it!

But here's the thing: Your grandfather will always be your grandfather.

He's still in there.

And he still loves you very, very much.

Now, drink your water.

Your body is 70% water, so it's just like drinking more you.

Does she ever stop moving?

This is nothing.

Yesterday, she alphabetized the cereal.

Do you think Bubby would want to come over for dinner sometime this week?

I'm sure she'd love to.

So long as you don't mind if she cleans your kitchen when you're not looking.

BUBBY: Delicious!

GRANDPA DAVE: Well, I may not be so good with names, but I can still make a mean country stew.

Listen, I don't know what country this is from, but wherever it is, I am moving there.

Shall we have coffee in the living room?

Go, go.

I'll do the dishes.

If I don't keep moving, I fossilize.

Where have those kids gotten to?

FRANCINE: I brought a batch of really old photos.

Some of these photos date back to the 1950s.

Thanks, Francine.

These'll be perfect.

Are they closed tight, tight, tight?

They are.

Okay, you can open them now.

Holey moley.

What's this?

It's a memory book.

We made it to help you remember things.

See?

This was at Aunt Lucy's wedding.

Don't I look great?

GRANDPA DAVE: You do indeed, princess.

That's the way Elwood City used to look.

Remember?

I have some trouble remembering new things, but I sure remember old stuff like this.

Where did you find this picture?

From Francine's grandma.

I've got a million of them-- just like my liver spots.

You were talking about how the town changed.

I thought you'd like to see these.

That's wonderful.

You kids are great.

I know this hasn't been easy on you.

It's okay.

Even if you do forget my name once in a while, I'm still your grandson.

GRANDPA DAVE: Is this you?

Sure is.

I was cute, huh?

And remember that?

It's The Music Box.

Oh, yes, of course.

It was a vaudeville house and then it turned to movies.

Bubby's better than pictures.

She's a living memory book.

And across the street was Drinen's.

37 varieties of pickles, remember?

Let me get you some water.

What, are you turning into a camel in front of me?

Don't worry, Bubby's got it covered.

Today we make the most important food the world has ever known.

Who can tell me what this food is?

The potato chip?

Chicken-Lickin' chick-stix with cheddarola?

A fancy pastry filled with fruit?

No, no, no.

The "chip" is filled with the trans fats.

Very unhealthy, mon ami!

Better you should eat dirt.

Mademoiselle, if you mention the name of this "Chicken-Lickin'" in my class again, you will be asked to leave.

Monsieur Read, I will teach you to make the fruit pastry, as promised, but you must learn to crawl before you walk.

No, today, we make bread.

Flour, water, yeast.

And a little pinch of salt.

(groans) I'm never going to make something for my dad in time for his birthday.

Chef Puffeau is a genius.

He cannot be rushed.

How do we know he's a genius?

We've been in this class for two weeks and I haven't even tasted a cookie.

He's famous.

Didn't you ever see Preparing with Puffeau?

My dad watched that show.

It was canceled when Puffeau yelled at the audience for clapping too loudly and ruining his soufflé.

Et voilà!

We let the dough rise, we bake it, and finally, we have this.

Can I taste it?

No!

This class is not about this.

It is about... this.

The process.

The journey!

So... can I taste this?

MUFFY: Bailey, which is a better title for my cooking show?

Crosswire's Classy Kitchen or Muffy: Master Chef?

Both are excellent.

However, the term "master" may be a tad presumptuous when one has only ever made a sandwich.

(engine churns but doesn't start) There seems to be something wrong with the limo.

(gasps) I can't be late!

If you're late, Chef Puffeau makes you peel onions for the entire class.

Fear not, Miss Muffy.

I'm sure you can go with one of the other students.

We've already agreed to drive Arthur this week, but I think we can squeeze in one more.

See you in a bit.

Muffy's car broke down.

Sorry, sweetie, it'll be a little crowded in the back.

Are you kidding?

This is going to be great!

I'll get some games and CDs and we'll pack some snacks.

This is going to be a party on wheels.

(tires screeching) Welcome to the super-cool cooking class carpool!

All aboard the Baxtermobile!

(squeaking) The "Baxtermobile" is ten minutes late.

Don't worry, we'll get there with time to spare.

My mom is the best driver in Elwood City.

Okay, so what do we play first?

How about "I Spy"?

I spot something and you have to guess what it is.

I spy with my little eye... something that begins with the letter T. Garbage!

Garbage?

That's a G; I said T. No, there's garbage on the floor of this car.

It's not garbage.

It's a bag of fruit I brought for the pastry I'm going to make my dad.

Well, please get it away from my side.

I don't want any fruit getting on my shorts.

You'll get food on you anyway.

It's a cooking class, remember?

It might just be a "class" for you, but for me, it's practice for my cooking show.

What's it going to be called?

Ordering In with Muffy Crosswire?

Hey, guys, we're still playing I Spy.

The letter was T. Ugh!

The smell is making me sick.

(sighs) Fine.

Buster, could you hand me that bag?

ARTHUR: My fruit!

Does anyone have a moist towelette?

Okay!

How about a little music, hmm?

(loud hissing) Sorry, I forgot-- the CD player is broken.

MUFFY: Mr s. Baxter?

Could you please put the air conditioning on?

It's a little hot back here.

It is on, dear.

Why don't you just roll down the window?

(gasps) My bonnet!

Tree.

What?

What I spied.

With my little eye.

It was a tree.

Well, you know what I spy?

D. Guess what that's for.

Donut?

No!

Disaster!

That's what this carpool is.

Mademoiselle, the bread will not make itself.

Knead it, knead it!

I was trying not to make a mess.

Cooking is messy.

Life is messy.

You must enjoy the mess.

Only sad chefs have clean clothes.

Speaking of appearances, what makeup do you recommend wearing in front of the cameras?

Flour.

Monsieur Puffeau, I brought fruit with me.

Maybe after class you could help me with that pastry?

Oranges, grapes, bananas?

No!

Puffeau cannot work with this material.

Bring berries.

Fresh ones!

Everyone!

Come!

What?

What?

I didn't do anything.

Exactly!

And the dough, it is rising beautifully.

Sometimes the chef must relax and let nature do the cooking.

Good work, Monsieur Baxter.

MUFFY: What?!

I have to ride in that horrible Baxtermobile again?

I'm afraid the mechanic said it would be at least a week before the limo was fixed.

So?

We'll just use a different car.

Daddy has tons of them at work.

Your father thought this would be a good opportunity to help the environment by carpooling.

I guess I won't be trying out my host outfit tomorrow.

It'd get ruined in that cramped back seat.

But as long as I'm stuck with Buster and Arthur, I might as well put them to good use.

BUSTER: Muffy Crosswire: Mister Chef, take one.

Master chef!

So, Muffy, how do you like riding in Buster Baxter's super-cool cooking class carpool?

Next question.

BUSTER: Okay, if you were on an island and the only things to eat were worms or beetles, which would it be?

Give me that!

That's not the type of question you're supposed to ask.

Ask me how I prepare fabulous dishes.

Okay.

How does Muffy the Master Chef make fettuccine alfredo?

Um, well... first you find an excellent Italian restaurant in your neighborhood, and then... Hey, speaking of food, the cafe car of the Baxtermobile is now open.

Ta-da!

Eggs?

Are you crazy?

They could crack open and spill on my berries!

Relax, they're hardboiled.

As least the ones with the "H" written on them are.

Oh, dear.

"No exit."

They've closed our turn-off for road work.

Good thing I got this GPS thingy a few days ago.

It's not a Motorloco L-17, is it?

Daddy says they're defective.

GPS VOICE: Turn right, here.

Right?

What right?

GPS VOICE: Turn right, here.

BITZI: There is no right!

BUSTER: This one has an "H" and this one doesn't.

Huh, this one just has an "I."

I wonder what that means.

Hang on, I have to pull over and look at a map.

BUSTER: Whoa!

The eggs!

ARTHUR: My berries!

MUFFY: It's on my shorts!

GPS VOICE: You have arrived at your destination.

Now you look like a chef, mademoiselle.

These berries are perfect, Monsieur Read.

Too bad they are covered in egg.

But you three look like you had fun.

That is what matters.

Now, if you please, peel the onions.

BITZI: Buster, come on!

It's your last cooking class.

We don't want to be late again.

No games for the carpool?

Why bother?

No one will play them.

My carpool is a disaster.

(sighs) Let's just get this ride over with.

Be out in a sec.

I just have to get something.

No fruit today?

They were out of berries.

(sighs) I guess I'll just get my dad a tie for his birthday.

Hey, kids, look in the seat pocket.

I think there might be something in there for you.

Car bingo!

I completely forgot about that game.

We used to play it on long car rides.

You look at the pictures on the card and if you see them outside, you mark it off.

First one to get them all in a row shouts "Bingo!"

ARTHUR: Windmill!

MUFFY: Truck!

BUSTER: Bridge!

KIDS: ♪ 49 loaves of bread ♪ ♪ You take one out, pass it about ♪ ♪ 48 loaves of bread in the oven.

♪ Hey, I think we're actually going to be early this time.

(loud pop) I'm sorry, Arthur.

My carpool was a catastrophe.

And now it looks like we'll miss our very last class.

That's okay.

Hey, look what I bought at the farm stand back there.

A tangerine torte.

I may not have made it, but my dad sure does love tangerines.

And I got us some fresh peaches.

Thanks.

Mmm!

That's the best thing I've ever tasted.

MUFFY: Okay, I've decided to scrap my cooking show.

Instead, it's going to be Muffy Crosswire: Master Mechanic.

I was inspired by your mom.

Look at her changing that tire.

She's amazing!

Even though I lost my bonnet, got egg on my shorts, and had to peel onions for an hour, I think I had more fun getting to the class than being in the class.

Me, too.

BITZI: The Baxtermobile is up and running.

If we hurry, we can probably make the last half hour.

If it's okay with you, Mom, could we just drive around?

We still have 48 loaves of bread to get through.

Yeah, and I didn't get a bingo yet.

Okay, I'm calling this segment "The Carpool Club Cuts Cooking Class."

Take one!

To watch more Arthur and play games with all of the Elwood City friends, visit pbskidsgo.org.

You can find Arthur books and lots of other books, too, at your local library.

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪ ♪ Hey!

What a wonderful kind of day ♪ ♪ Hey!

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