Punky Brewster (1984) s02e10 Episode Script

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.
Trick or treat.
What do we have here? Happy Halloween.
-Trick or treat! -What have we here? -I'm Rambo.
-Ooh, how'd you split your lip, Rambo? -I tripped over my muscles.
- Well, maybe this will make us feel better? There we go.
-Thank you.
-And you are a pretty kitty.
-I'm Tony the Tiger.
-How about a candy bar? -Grrreat! -And look at you.
That is a perfect '50s outfit.
-Thanks, ma'am, but you don't look old enough to remember the '50s.
- Aren't you sweet.
Here, have another one.
-You must've just been a baby in the '60s.
-You have certainly made my day.
How about one more? -In fact, you're incredibly young and beautiful.
A woman like you probably-- -Honey, don't push it.
Isn't that cute? You're dressed just like your dog.
-Hold it.
We'd better skip that one.
The sign says no soliciting.
-It's OK, Henry.
It's only for people named Bub.
-Wait a second.
That's Old Lady Peevy's apartment.
-Well? And what do you want? - Trick or treat.
-And I'm supposed to give you candy? Well, have you done anything to earn it? Answer me.
Have you? -No-- -Don't interrupt me! You're a pair of miserable beggars.
You're just pathetic.
-Now, see here.
-Are you with them? -Yes, I am.
-Well then you'd better get them out of here before I call the cops.
-My good woman-- - You have no way of knowing whether I am good or bad, and I am certainly not yours.
Now get out of here! And you take your twin brother with you.
-Come on, Brandon.
-Old Lady Peevy sure took all the fun out of Halloween.
-Yeah, we didn't do anything to her.
Why was she so mean? -I know why.
Old Lady Peevy is a witch.
-What? -She's a witch.
-Get outta here.
-Remember Joey Maloney? He hit a softball through Old Lady Peevy's window, and when he went up to get it, that's the last time anybody ever saw him.
-I thought Joey Maloney moved to Indianapolis.
-Sure, that's what they say, but we know what really happened.
-We do? -Yeah.
Old Lady Peevy baked him in her oven.
-Why? -'Cause he wouldn't fit in the microwave.
-This is terrible.
-Somebody should do something to stop her.
-You can't stop her.
But we can play a trick on her.
-Trick? -I'd say this situation calls for the famous flying foamy.
-Oooh.
-What's that? -You take a bag and you fill it with shaving cream.
Then you stick the open part under Old Lady Peevy's door.
Then you step on it, and the shaving cream splatters all over the floor.
It's just plain awesome.
-I love it.
-Don't forget, she's a witch.
Whoever does it could wind up cooked.
-Right.
This sounds like a job for Rambo.
Rambo's too noisy.
We need something sneaky and quiet.
You know, like a tiger.
-No way.
I think Punky should do it.
Nobody will cook Gidget.
-Look, the only fair way is if we draw straws.
The shortest straw has to go.
-I guess that's OK.
- OK.
-Watch out, guys.
I feel lucky tonight.
-Gotcha! Ha ha ha ha! Now I've got you, you miserable little sneak.
Now just what were you up to? -I was gonna give my dog a shave.
-You were going to give me the famous flying foamy.
-You know about it? -Some rotten kid tries it on me nearly every Halloween.
What is the matter with you kids? -Nothing! -Nothing? -Everything? - You are pathetic.
-Would it help to say I'm sorry? -Well that depends.
Are you sorry because you did it, or sorry because I caught you? -Both.
-Well then it doesn't.
Doesn't help.
-Nice place.
-Who asked you? -You kids are a menace.
Look at that.
Read it.
-Joey Maloney? -Broke my window, and then had the gall to come around and want his ball back.
Ha ha ha ha! That's one ball he'll never throw again.
And now, what am I going to do with you? -You stay right there.
Stay right there.
My oven is all heated up.
-Oven.
-Brandon.
-Henry, Mrs.
Peevy wouldn't give us a treat, so we had to pull a trick on her.
Then she grabbed me, and started yelling at me.
I got away, but she kept Brandon.
-Let me get this straight.
You played a prank on a helpless old woman, you got caught, and then ran off without your dog.
-That's another way of putting it.
-Young lady, go to your room and stay there.
-For how long? -I wouldn't make any plans until after college.
-What about Brandon? -Go to bed.
I'll take care of Brandon.
And I'll take care of that old bat, too.
She doesn't scare me.
-Aaah! -Relax, Henry.
It's me.
-Mike.
Why are you dressed like that? -It's Halloween.
- Right.
What are you doing here? -I was on my way to a fine party when Punky called me about Brandon.
-She called you? -Yeah, well, she was afraid to tell you.
She thought you'd send her to her room and make her stay there until after college.
-That's ridiculous.
-Yeah, well I told her she had to face the music and tell you anyway.
-Thank you.
- So I see you're off to get Brandon back? -How do you know that? -I knew you were going somewhere.
You're in your pajamas and hat.
-What an awful night.
Do you know what it's like to walk 12 miles with two little girls, a four-foot Rambo, and a dog dressed just like you? -No, but-- -I'm old! There aren't many miles left in these legs.
-Well Henry, I-- -And just when I think that the evening is finally safely behind me, and I'm off to bed for a nice read, I have to deal with this Peevy poop! -Peevy poop? -You know what really bothers me, Mike.
Granted, Punky was wrong to pull that prank.
Mrs.
Peevy provoked it.
That woman would get Mother Teresa steamed.
-Well, Punky seems to think that she's a witch.
-Yes, well I got her straight on that.
I told her that witches didn't exist.
But if they did, Mrs.
Peevy has the right face for it.
-Well, I have a suggestion.
Why don't you let me go and get Brandon? -Why? -Because you seem upset.
-I am not upset.
I am not about to let that cantankerous old woman get me upset.
I am above that.
-Well that's obvious.
But Henry, right now your mood is way south of ugly.
If you and Mrs.
Peevy get in a shouting match, it'll only aggravate the situation.
So why don't you just go in the kitchen, make a nice, hot pot of tea, and let me go get the dog.
-Wouldn't Brandon come with me more willingly than with you? -No way.
Did you ever see a dog that didn't like bones? -What do you want? Begging for attention? Well, you're wasting your time.
You're pathetic.
- I hate this Halloween stuff.
Excuse me.
Don't you kids have any homes to go to? -I'm not a trick-or-treater.
-Dress like that all the time, do you? -No.
Well you see, I was on my way to a Halloween party.
-Yeah, well don't let me keep you.
-Please, Mrs.
Peevy, I have to talk to you.
-Look, I've got no money, I got no candy, I got no time to talk.
-No, but you do have a little girl's dog.
-Who are you, and what do you want? -My name is Mike Fulton.
I'm a friend of Punky Brewster's, and I've come for her dog.
How you doing, Brandon? Nice to-- - I was just going to take him back to her, if it wasn't too much trouble, ma'am.
-And why couldn't she come after him herself? -You see, she was afraid that you were a-- -That I was a what? -A witch.
Silly, isn't it? Ha, ha ha, ha.
Yeah.
You mind if I turn on some light in here? Nice place.
-Your little friend is impudent and irresponsible, just like all kids.
Imagine leaving this sweet dog here, and then send somebody else to come and get him.
-Actually, Punky is very responsible.
She's one of the brightest kids in my class.
I'm a teacher.
-You teach? You spend all day in a room full of children? -Sure, I love teaching.
-You're pathetic.
-Why do you dislike children so much? -I don't like 'em.
I hate 'em.
You see that trophy, up on the shelf? Could you get it down for me please? -There? -There.
Up there, yeah.
I'll bet you think I was always a crotchety old crone, don't you? -No.
-Now, read the inscription on that.
- Kenderson Trophy Company-- -The other side.
Pathetic.
-Starland Ballroom Dance Competition, 1973.
Grand Prize winner Isabelle Peevy.
You were a dancer? -All my life.
I just loved dancing.
No matter how bad things get, when you step out on that dance floor and the music begins, nothing else matters.
-You must've been really good.
-You bet your butt I was.
I'd still be dancing if it wasn't for some rotten kid.
-What happened? -If I told those kids once, I told 'em 1,000 times.
Don't ride your bikes on the sidewalks.
I was heading for the Starland Ballroom.
I was wearing my beige chiffon.
Shoes dyed to match.
And around the corner came this kid, full speed, and he crashed right into me.
He didn't even stop.
But the dancing did.
-So sorry.
I mean, what that kid did was terrible.
But do you have to blame all children? -Well look, if I needed any advice, I'd ask Dear Abby, not some bag of bones.
-Mrs.
Peevy, there are a lot of kids in this neighborhood who could be of help to you.
I mean, they could do things like run errands, or clean house.
Even visit.
-I don't need anything from those ragamuffins, and I don't need anything from you.
Now you take this mangy dog, this bowser, and I get out of here with him.
-But Mrs.
Peevy-- -Now! Now.
Stop meddling in my life.
I don't need anybody.
Now you get out of here.
You know what snoops like you are? -Pathetic? -You got it.
-And since her accident, she more or less just closed herself in her apartment.
-Now I understand why she's so mad at kids.
-I think she's not crazy about skeletons, either.
-Mike, I feel awful.
How could I be so mean? I'm just a no-good, dirty dink-nose.
-Now, come on, Punky.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
And you're not a dink-nose.
Whatever that is.
And you learned a lesson from it.
From now on, you won't be so quick to judge people.
-You know, Mrs.
Peevy sort of reminds me of Henry.
-I wouldn't tell him that.
-No, not Henry now.
I mean the way Henry used to be, when I first met him.
-Was he a little crabby? -He was a lot crabby.
-Well he's certainly not like that anymore.
-No.
All he needed was somebody to care about him.
I think that's what Mrs.
Peevy needs.
Could we be her friend? -Wait a minute.
We? No way, no-- -It was just a thought.
-Aw, come on.
You know I was just joking.
Hey, listen.
Let's go over there right now.
-Great.
How was your party last night, Mike? -Won first prize for best costume.
-With a skeleton suit? -That's right.
I was only one that didn't come as Rambo.
-Mrs.
Peevy Mrs.
Peevy? Mrs.
Peevy? -Come on, Punky.
I guess she's not at home.
-Can we come back later? -Sure.
-Come on, Brandon.
What is it? Mike, Brandon wouldn't be acting like this unless something was wrong.
-Are you sure? -Positive.
-Move, Brandon.
Stand back, stand back.
Back.
-Mrs.
Peevy! -I fell.
My hip hurts.
-Don't move, Mrs.
Peevy! I'm going to call the paramedics.
Don't move.
-Can I get you anything? -Just st-- stay with me, please.
-Don't worry.
I won't leave you for a second.
-Thank you.
-Ha ha ha! -Hey.
-It is no fair.
Two against one.
Aw, Henry, come on.
-Mrs.
Peevy.
Come on in.
-Thanks.
Thought I'd drop in and say hi.
-Hello there.
-Mrs.
Peavy.
-I was gonna do that to you tomorrow.
-Mrs.
Peavy, you look great.
- And I feel even better.
All right, everybody.
Now sit down and listen up.
I've got something to say, and I don't want any interruptions.
I never chew my cabbage twice.
-Yes, ma'am.
-When I was in the hospital, I got to thinking what might have happened if you two hadn't found me.
I could've kicked the bucket.
It made me realize how alone I was.
-Well, you're not alone any more.
You've got us now.
-The point is that one child ruined my life, and another child saved it.
I wasted 12 years, full of bitterness and self-pity.
I was a no-good, dirty dink nose.
No more.
I'm going to start all over.
Give me a hug.
Come on, hurry up.
That's a good one.
- I hope I didn't hurt your hip.
- Heck no.
The doctor gave me a brand-new hip.
I'm going to take it down to the Starland Ballroom and teach it how to dance.
The only thing I don't have is a partner.
You busy tonight, pops? - Me? - - Well.
I, - -I mean, why don't we cut a rug together? -Go on, Henry.
Go cut the rug.
-Well, what the hey.
-Yeah.
If we hurry, I think we can just make the conga line.
-Conga! That's my favorite.
-Good.
-All right.
Now let's play another one.
-OK.
-You're not gonna beat me this time.
- Yeah? -You won't.
Henry's gone now, so what you gonna do?