♪ 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, for that's the place to start ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪ Hey!

♪ What a wonderful kind of day ♪ Hey!

Hey, D.W.!

Hey!

Whoa... (crash) (laughing, talking in background) I'm throwing it back.

BINKY: I'm going under.

Oh, houseguests are fine.

Until you can't get them to leave.

When that happens, I give a subtle hint.

Ready for a trip to the Sugar Bowl?

First scoop is on me!

(cheers, laughing) Or a not-so-subtle hint.

Attention swimmers!

Bailey is standing by to escort you home.

♪ ♪ Please proceed to the nearest exit.

(grunts) (laughing) And if that doesn't work... (beeps) (water gurgling, kids murmuring) BINKY: Hey!

What's the big idea?

Towels are in the pool house!

Try not to drip on the rug.

Bye!

Oh, it's not easy being the perfect hostess.

But I manage.

FRANCINE: "Muffy's House Guests."

Whoa!

Sorry!

There she goes!

There who goes?

(ringing bell) (gasps) Can you believe it?

Oh, my gosh!

Where's she going?

BRAIN: She's going to land any second now.

♪ ♪ The rare, endangered peregrine falcon, home at last!

You have guests, Muffy.

Huh?

I don't remember inviting you over.

Not us, them.

(screams) What are those filthy things doing?

Nesting!

Well, they can't nest there.

That's right outside my window.

Go away!

Shoo!

Shoo!

Pretty soon you'll have four falcons on your roof.

There are two eggs in that nest.

When do you think they'll hatch?

Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe a month.

A month?!

(gasps): No way.

Bailey!

Yes, Miss Muffy?

Do you see that nest?

BAILEY: Ah, yes.

Peregrine falcons.

Fascinating.

Disgusting.

Get rid of them.

Um, Miss Muffy...

They're an endangered species.

You can't touch them.

Oh, I'm not going to touch them.

Bailey is.

(beeps) Hello?

Is this the Department of Wildlife Rescue and Rehabilitation?

Put them someplace better, Bailey.

Like a tree.

(gasps): Falcons don't live in trees.

What kind of ridiculous birds don't live in trees?

Chickens.

Penguins.

Flamingos.

You're missing my point!

BAILEY: Falcons migrate after they hatch.

So if you're patient... (engine revving) Daddy!

What's the problem, Muffykins?

MUFFY: See that horrible nest?

We must get rid of it!

Sure thing.

Bailey, you'll find nets in the garage.

I really don't think that's advisable... Muffy, no!

Have you no shame?

My house, my rules!

Those poor, helpless...

BRAIN: Stop!

The federal government has just confirmed it's illegal to touch the nest of a peregrine falcon.

Oh, we'll see about that.

♪ ♪ (falcon squawking) Stop looking at me, birds!

(squawking) Hm!

(squawking) There!

Try and see through that!

(screeching) (screams) (whimpering) Morning!

I got no sleep, thanks to those noisy birds!

(both gasp) What just fell on my head?

Don't worry.

My mom says it's good luck if a bird poops on you.

What?

(screaming) Get it off!

Hang on.

Those are eggshells.

The chicks must be hatching.

Wait till Mr. Ratburn hears about this.

MR. RATBURN: People with binoculars, please share so everyone can see.

Now the second chick is hatching.

Stay on the driveway, please!

Oh, do not wipe your shoes on our grass, George.

We cleaned it just this morning.

Binky!

Get out of there!

Those tulips are imported!

An amazing exclusive.

Elwood City's first-ever newly hatched falcons.

The news is here?

This is getting ridiculous.

Daddy!

Ooh, look, they're feeding!

Isn't regurgitation marvelous?

Daddy!

Those awful birds are endangering our lawn!

Do something!

ED: Coming, sweetums.

Time to sell some cars!

♪ ♪ Oh!

Welcome to the Crosswire Motors Bird-stravaganza!

Crosswire's prices are cheap, cheep, cheep!

Daddy!

You said you'd make the falcons go away!

Today!

No, sweetums, I said tomorrow.

Cheap!

But you said it yesterday!

Muffin, yesterday was yesterday.

Tomorrow is tomorrow.

And today.... Crosswire Motors has high-flying deals!

It's like Granddaddy Crosswire always said, if you want something done, do it yourself.

(falcons squawking) MR. RATBURN: Falcon essays are due tomorrow.

(kids groan) MUFFY: Just tie it to the top of the car.

(gasps) (falcons tweeting) What bird wouldn't love a glamorous swimming pool?

BRAIN: What are you doing?

Oh, I'm giving the falcons a brand-new home.

But why on the car?

Because as soon as they're inside, Bailey will drive them to the park, which is a much better place for birds.

And before you say it, we're not breaking the law if we don't touch the nest.

They're taking care of their babies.

They're not going to leave their nest.

Want to bet?

Watch this.

Here, falcons-falcons!

Come see your new home!

I wouldn't do that... (screeching) (screaming) (Muffy whimpering, falcon screeching) (yelling) (Muffy crying) BAILEY: Miss Muffy!

Are you all right?

(crying) You got mud on your knee socks.

That never happens Hm!

♪ ♪ Thank you, Bailey.

Since when are you so afraid of birds?

Afraid of birds?

Me?

Ha!

Crosswires scoff at fear!

I just... don't like them.

I especially don't like them outside my window.

But why?

They're not bothering you.

Well, ever since... (sighs): Okay.

When I turned four, we went to the Mother Goose Happy Time Pizza Parlor.

("Pop Goes the Weasel" playing) When do I get cake, Daddy?

Right now, Muffin!

Look!

Honky honky birthday!

Honky honky day!

BOTH: A Mother Goosey hug for you, honk, honk, honk.

Then we'll send you on your way!

Honk!

Honk!

Honky Day!

Honk!

Honk!

Honky Day!

(honking) (screaming) ED: Muffykins!

Wait!

(in normal voice): Well, they're not going to tip us.

Ever since then, wings and beaks just scare me.

Sounds like a textbook case of ornithophobia.

Which means you're scared of birds.

Duh.

Phobias are fascinating, actually.

And often quite easy to cure.

How?

Familiarity.

You learn about the thing you fear, and the fear goes away.

We could start right now.

You can use my ultra-high-quality binoculars.

Well... if they're ultra-high-quality.

(chirping) BRAIN: Go ahead.

Just look out the window.

What if the falcons break through?

They won't.

Besides, only the babies are home right now.

See?

MUFFY: Their parents leave them alone?

BRAIN: Sometimes, just for a minute or two.

They're so fuzzy and wiggly.

Kind of cute, actually.

For birds.

(chirping continues) Look, the mom's coming back.

(Muffy squeals) Don't you want to see how she feeds them?

(gasps) Well, that's kind of ew...

But also kind of... whoa!

What's she doing?!

BRAIN: She's probably just going to get more food.

Focus on the cute babies.

Cute babies.

(shakily): Hi, cute babies.

Is that a raccoon?

I thought they only came out at night.

They occasionally day-hunt, if there's food nearby.

Oh, no, you don't!

Leave those chicks alone!

♪ ♪ Yeah, raccoon, I'm talking to you!

(chirps) Go, Muffy!

You'll make a real birder someday.

I might.

I also might ask Bailey to find my shoe.

Muffy says today's the day.

She's been watching those chicks for six weeks straight.

Think she has anything special planned?

(gasps) ED: Welcome to Muffy's Migratory Emporium!

Binocular rentals, five bucks.

Where will the falcons go after their chicks fly off?

Possibly to Costa Rica.

Actually, I believe their migration route will go south to Tierra del Fuego.

Ooh, look.

It's happening!

(gasps) Oh, wow.

BRAIN: They're up and away!

SUE ELLEN: Look at them go!

(falcons screeching, crowd cheering) (sniffling): Fare-thee-well, Chester and Fester.

Chester and Fester?

(quietly): Don't ask.

I bet you'll miss them.

A little.

But...

I made them a Picturegram account, see?

Chester and Fester.

(giggles) Why?

So the birds can post selfies from Tierra del Fuego?

No, smarty, so my fellow birders can update me on their progress.

Who are these other birds you have here?

Oh, the bluebirds, Azure and Aqua.

And this is Feathers, the canary I might adopt.

Canaries, of course, are the only birds with exclusively yellow feathers, and you know how I love... (squawking) KIDS: And now, a word from us kids!

My name is Keian, and today, we're visiting an art exhibition.

Muffy, she had a nest of a falcon living on her roof, and she wanted it off, because she was afraid of it.

LUCY: The idea of this exhibit is to help people think about how all of the animals in our neighborhood matter.

KEIAN: This gallery is at Rhode Island School of Design.

LUCY: My name is Lucy.

Most people call me Dr. Lucy, and I take care of animals.

KEIAN: It's all about making us aware of animals, so we're not afraid of, disgusted by, or just ignoring animals in general.

LUCY: Can you name an animal that's right here, in your neighborhood, that you just saw recently?

A robin bird?

LUCY: A robin bird, good.

Raccoons.

LUCY: Raccoons, excellent.

Rats.

LUCY: Rats, very good.

How can we live in balance with these animals?

I think people should just leave animals alone.

When I say "leave them alone," we should leave them alone, not in a bad way, but in a good way.

LUCY: We can leave animals alone by giving them respect and space to live, and that's what this exhibit is all about.

So this is a piece I want you to look at.

GIRL: At day, all the humans come at the park, but at night, all the coyotes like to come out.

LUCY: So we get to meet the artist.

Her name is Esmé.

ESMÉ: It means humans and animals can live in the same world but also have their own space.

I think that Muffy saw this kind of bird.

It's a peregrine falcon.

This is the artist, Peter Green.

GIRL 2: How did you get up that high?

I was in a window.

I stayed very quiet and very hidden, so she could take care of her babies without anybody bothering her at all.

I would like to see what kind of art you make.

♪ ♪ KEIAN: Every animal is part of nature.

And humans are animals, and they're also part of nature.

Well, that's the point.

We're animals!

♪ ♪ KIDS: And now, back to "Arthur"!

MAN: Beet Burger commercial audition, take one.

Now?

(over-enunciating): This Beet Bur-ger is beet-a-rific!

(hissing, device beeps) This Beet Burger is beet-a-rific!

(giggling): Does anybody actually believe that?

(hissing, device beeps) This beet is... uh...

It's... um... We're auditioning for a commercial.

They want an average kid.

And who's more average than me?

(device beeps) (clearing throat) Before I perform, I would like to do a vocal warm-up.

Ahem.

"A noise annoys a noisy oyster."

(hissing) My turn!

Wish me luck!

BUSTER: "Binky Can't Always Get What He Wants" MR. RATBURN: "Cat Adoption Talent Show."

Very readable.

And the acronym pops!

Nice work, gentlemen.

Maria, you'll be the cat wrangler.

Come with me.

(stammering): Oh, good.

I love cats.

The cat carriers can go on these tables.

At the appropriate times, you'll bring a cat onstage and show it to the audience.

(stammering): And then someone will adopt it?

That's the plan.

BINKY (breathlessly): Sorry!

Am I late?

I was pretending to like beets for this commercial thingy.

You're not late at all.

You're early, in fact.

You'll be playing music during the show to keep the energy up and to get those cats adopted.

Now, my introduction goes, like... (in announcer voice): Ladies and gentlemen!

(playing soft tune) The Cat Adoption Talent Show is proud to introduce... (in normal voice): More energy, Binky.

More pizzazz.

(playing jazzier tune) Excellent.

Nice and peppy!

(in announcer voice): Nigel Ratburn!

Thank you!

So much applause!

It sounds like thunder!

(in normal voice): Laugh, laugh, laugh, and that's when you stop playing.

Got it.

(phone ringing) Is that me?

Hello?

Yes, this is Nigel.

So when do you hear about... (stammering): the commercial?

Pretty soon!

I'm so excited, my ears are sweating.

Well, I'm excited about being... (stammering): the cat wrangler.

Oh, yeah?

I love cats.

Have you read the Magic Cat books?

Nope.

Lighting girl is allergic to cats... Oh, they're great.

They're about a magic cat... Maria, I have to run a quick errand.

If the people from the shelter arrive, have them place the cat carriers on the tables.

(roaring) That's "Yes" in cat language.

Is it okay if I go check on the commercial?

Fine, just be back in an hour.

One cheesy-franky for me, Rafi.

So who got the commercial?

FRANCINE: Don't know.

And Muffy's been talking to them for ten minutes.

Oh, I bet she got it.

FRANCINE: Yeah.

She's done commercials before.

MUFFY: Despite my superior credentials, I was fourth on their list.

Francine was third.

Sue Ellen was second.

Brain, sorry, you were number nine.

Still, top ten!

What about me?

They said you have an "earthy" quality that reminds them of beets.

(groans): I knew I wouldn't get it!

No, they liked it!

You got the part!

(kids congratulating Binky) Me?

Are you sure?

Wow.

This changes everything.

This beet burger is beet-a-rific.

(commercial fanfare playing) (people murmuring excitedly) SUE ELLEN: So earthy!

ED: Would you prefer the Slingshot XL or the Sports Rocket 9000?

I'll take both.

Spoken like a true star.

I am pleased to present to you the Nobel Prize for Acting in an Advertisement.

(cheers and applause) BINKY: I am honored!

(Rafi clears throat) And hungry.

There's no time to eat.

They need you on set.

Now?

Can't I have one bite?

One.

Though as your manager, I'd advise against it.

The camera adds ten pounds.

Why are you suddenly his manager?

Because without me, those jackals making the commercial will eat him alive.

(gulping) Just like that.

Let's go.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Wow.

Someday, they'll say, "This is where it all started for Binky Barnes!"

Hey, Clipboard!

I have a star here in need of a dressing room.

Ah, Binky.

Your fitting is at 5:00 p.m. We shoot at 6:00, finish by 9:00.

Tonight?

I can't!

I'm playing clarinet in the Cat... Is there a problem?

No!

No, no, no, no problem.

(laughs nervously) Would you excuse us?

Cat Adoption is not going to make us... you... famous.

You have to cancel.

Hey, you're my manager, you do it!

No.

This is your problem, and you have half an hour to fix it.

Go!

Hurry!

(groans) ♪ ♪ (cats meowing) (breathlessly): Have you seen Mr. Ratburn?

I have to talk to him.

Congratulations on the commercial.

How'd you find out?

Muffy's press release.

"Crosswire Talent Agency Inks Major Commercial Gig."

Wow!

I know.

Her headshot is amazing.

(phone ringing) Oh, hi, Muffy!

Sure.

(stammering): Hang on.

MUFFY (on phone): Why are you there?

The costume fitting is here!

I had to run all the way over, and I can't find Mr. Ratburn!

(whispering): They're talking about replacing you!

I'm sending Bailey!

(groans) You seem troubled.

(stammers): Do you want to pet One-Eyed Cornelius for magic cat luck?

Uh, no.

His loss.

(laughing): Ow, ow, ow, let go.

(practicing) Be sure to check all the ropes.

Ah, Binky.

Have you met the cats?

Oh, um... about tonight... (phone rings, kids gasp) This infernal thing again!

Hello?

What do you mean you can't help tonight?

(gasps) You made a commitment.

I expect you to keep it.

Well, it's inconsiderate of you to cancel like this.

My concessionaire just quit on me one hour before the show.

Can you believe that?

Well, actually...

The lighting girl is allergic to cats, the sign is upside down... Gentlemen!

And now no concessions.

If one more thing goes wrong, I swear my head will explode.

I can't play music for you tonight.

(gasps) Thanks, Bailey!

A real live limo!

I could get used to this.

(people cheering outside) Look, it's Binky!

You're a star!

Smile for your fans!

(cheering, Binky gasps) You promised, Binky.

You promised!

(cheering fades into distance) ♪ ♪ (brakes squeak) (breathlessly): I'm here!

Muffy?

Why is Sue Ellen wearing my costume?

You blew it, kid-- you missed the fitting.

But...

I'm here now!

My client will not stand for this!

Muffy, can you fix this?

I didn't mean to be late.

Sorry, no time for you now, but let's do lunch!

(phone button beeps) If we don't get guaranteed residuals, then Sue Ellen walks!

But... (groans) (engine starting) Hey!

But!

(thunder rumbling) Oh.

♪ ♪ (splashing) (meows) One-eyed Cornelius likes you.

Go away.

MR. RATBURN: Binky!

What about your commercial?

That fell through, and I... Apology accepted-- we're starting now!

Remember, we're trying to get at least ten of these cats adopted, so energy!

Pizzazz!

MR. RATBURN: Ladies and gentlemen!

The Cat Adoption Talent Show is proud to introduce Nigel Ratburn!

(audience applauds lightly) (playing slow tune) Thank you for that warm welcome.

(laughing nervously): So much applause, it sounds like... thunder.

(audience member coughing) (softly): Energy, Binky!

Pizzazz!

(continues playing slowly) (plays discordant note, grumbling) (groaning) Juggling isn't easy, but what is easy is adopting a cat... Find Maria during intermission, and she'll help you fill out the forms.

(audience murmuring) (meowing) (stammering): You're ruining it!

Your music is so depressing, not a single cat has been adopted!

I can't help it.

My only chance at fame is gone.

(stammering): Snap out of it.

These cats need homes.

(meowing) You again?

Get off me.

Wait!

This is just like in the Magic Cat books.

They're covering you with a healing... (stammering): Magic Cat Blanket.

This actually does make me feel better.

See?

Magic!

Yes!

Now, they've helped you.

Don't you want to help them?

(Binky imitates cat's roar) (cats meowing) (gasping, applause) (gasps) Truly magical.

But you know who's also magical?

Mittens here.

Would anyone like to take Mittens home?

Anyone?

(clarinet playing upbeat tune) He is a playful and lively cat... with a mischievous and loving streak.

Who wants to bring this scamp home?

You!

Thank you!

(Buster panting) (audience murmurs excitedly) Goodbye, Willikers!

(stammers): Enjoy your new home!

Wow!

17 cats were adopted tonight.

Your playing really made the difference.

I'm glad I was able to help.

Especially because I get to keep Cornelius.

Though I'm sorry I lost the commercial.

Being a superstar would've been awesome.

Maybe not.

(panting): I'm sweating to death in this!

(groans): Now I can't get up!

Can someone help me?

Hello?

BUSTER: To watch more "Arthur" and play games with all the Elwood City friends, visit pbskids.org.

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

♪ ♪