Babysitter Blues Transcripts

Emily Elizabeth: "Babysitter Blues." [At Emily Elizabeth's house, Caroline took a picture of Emily Elizabeth & Clifford by the fence] Don't worry, Clifford. We'll only be gone for the day. I'll be home before you know it.
Caroline (she takes the picture of Emily Elizabeth wih her blue backpack): Good-bye! Have a good time!
Emily Elizabeth: Have fun with your babysitters!
Caroline: Good-bye! [So Mark carried the picnic basket and picnic blanket. She'd carried her backpack, Mark is picking up Emily Elizabeth in the backseat]
Mark, Caroline & Clifford: Good-bye [In the blue Howard's Residence family minivan. So Clifford barks]
Mr. Bleakman: I just can't understand why you agreed to babysit for the big red you-know-what, Violet.
Mrs. Bleakman: Now, Horace, Clifford's a very nice little dog [Clifford panting]
Mr. Bleakman: Little?
Mrs. Bleakman: Well, a nice big dog, then. [Clifford's barking to plug the Bleakman's ears] I just don't think you should be babysitting, Violet.
Mrs. Bleakman: Well, actually, dear, I'm not babysitting. [She holds the flower plant] You are!
Mr. Bleakman: Hmm? But--but--but... Violet, no! Today's the day I'm supposed to paint my masterpiece.
Mrs. Bleakman: That's nice, dear.
Mr. Bleakman: And to do that, I need peace, not a... big red dog!
Mrs. Bleakman: Well, I volunteered to help at the library today. You can paint and watch Clifford at the same time. Bye-bye, dear! Have fun!
Mr. Bleakman (mocking): Have fun! Have fun? How can anyone have fun with--Clifford. I'm gonna paint my masterpiece today and nothing-- [Clifford barking] Not even Clifford is gonna stop me. You're just gonna have to play quietly by yourself, Clifford. [Clifford barks] And that means no barking. [Mr. Bleakman squeezing orange, blue, yellow & green paint on his canvas] Now, for some orange, Then blue. Then some nice yellow... Green... And here we go! [He was painting for Mr. Bleakman with a paintbrush] Clifford, do you mind? You're blocking my sun. [Clifford scratched his ears with his shedding red hair and it got all over Mr. Bleakman's portrait] What the-- Clifford! Look what you've done! Huh? [Mr. Bleakman gets irritated at Clifford] Ohh... Now I'm gonna have to start all over again. [Clifford whimpers] Remember--no barking, no scratching. [Clifford sneezing in Mr. Bleakman] Ohh! And no sneezing. [At the park with Mr. Bleakman] Ok, Clifford. There's plenty of room for you to play in the park while I paint. [The sea bird squawking and he barks] At last, alone with my masterpiece. [He was painting a pine tree] Yes! [Mr. Bleakman puts paintbrush in his mouth] Yes. Yes! Oh, this is brilliant. Fantastic! Pure genius. Finished. Aha! [Clifford barks at Mr. Bleakman] Well, come here and see what I’ve done, Clifford. [Clifford is barking at the park] Whoa! Ahh...I think it's my best work ever. What do you think? It's a tree, Clifford. A tree. [Clifford barking and flying the portrait, easel and paints] Oh, no, my painting! [Whining] no. No. Oh, well, it was just a tree. [Clifford holds Mr. Bleakman's tree portrait and it got all over his paw and sidewalk] The best tree I've ever painted in my life. But just a tree. Come on, Clifford. Let's go find something else to paint. [Clifford puts the tree into the sidewalk and Mr. Bleakman got mad. At the tourist dock that Mr. Bleakman paints] Okay, Clifford, you go take a nice long swim While I paint. Ok, boy? [Clifford barks into the shore] Glug glug. Have a nice swim. [Clifford swims into the salty ocean in the Gulf of Mexico]
Charley: Hi, Mr. Bleakman. What ya painting?
Mr. Bleakman: It'’s an ocean scene, Charley. But I just can't seem to get my water to look real.
Charley: Hey, there's Clifford. Come here, buddy!
Mr. Bleakman: No, no. Don't come here. [Clifford is shaking aroung the wet dog]
Charley: Heh heh. Hey, Mr. Bleakman, now your water looks very real.
Mr. Bleakman (deep voice): Yeah, very real. [Clifford barks at the Birdwell Island Beach, while Mr. Bleakman in painting around the sea] Now, this is more like it. With all this space between us, there's no way Clifford can disturb me. [Clifford sniffs with a smell of sand and digs in the sand at the beach] What in the world... [Grumbles] Clifford! Clifford! [He put sand all over Mr. Bleakman growls at Clifford] Ohh... Will you please dig... SOMEWHERE ELSE!!! It appears, Clifford, that the only way I will ever paint my masterpiece Is if you do not move-- [Clifford barks] A muscle. Good. Very good, Clifford. Ahh... [Clifford Panting to moving in the beach] I said no moving. That's better. Uh-uh-uh-uh. I saw that. [The wind blowing hard and the hat is flying and paint, masterpiece and canvas flying with a strong winds] Hey, my hat! My paints! My masterpiece! Come back! Come back! Clifford, help! (growled at Clifford) Aw, Clifford, move. [Clifford barking and running into the beach. He explode the sand and got the painting to Mr. Bleakman] Thank you, Clifford. You saved my painting. [The wind blowing his masterpiece] Uh-oh! CLIFFORRRRRRDDDD!!! [Mr. Bleakman slided in the sand with masterpiece] HEEELLLLLPPPPP!!!!! Whoa! Whoa! [Clifford barking] Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa! [Clifford barking louder and it exploded by sand] Wow, that was really something. Uh-oh. Whoa-a-a-a! [Clifford bark louder in the salty ocean waves. Mr. Bleakman laughs around the waves] Whoa! Glug. [It got seaweed all over him with fish] Clifford... [Whimpers] That was...absolutely the most fun I've had in years. [Mr. Bleakman laughed with Clifford barking]
Mrs. Bleakman: They were both here when I left. I just don't know where they could be.
Emily Elizabeth: Gosh, I hope they're all right.
Mr. Bleakman: Hello there! Here we are. [Mr. Bleakman laughing with Clifford barking and Mr. Bleakman is having a ride with Clifford]
Emily Elizabeth: Mr. Bleakman is riding Clifford!
Mrs. Bleakman: Horace, is that really you?
Mr. Bleakman: Yep. And just wait'll you see my latest masterpiece. Ahh, just look at this. [A picture of Mr. Bleakman & Clifford]
Emily Elizabeth: Look at that!
Mrs. Bleakman: Wonderful. Well, dear, it looks like you actually had fun With the big red you-know-what.
Mr. Bleakman: Yes, I certainly did. [Clifford barks louder and he clears throat] But don't expect it to ever happen again.
Mrs. Bleakman: Oh, Horace. [Everybody laughing happily agreed and Clifford's barking] Well, maybe just one more time. [He slurps at Mr. Bleakman] Cut that out. [Mr. Bleakman & Clifford is the ending, then flipped back to pages of Emily Elizabeth & Clifford]
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