Guess Who's Coming To Birdwell Transcripts

Cleo: "Guess Who's Coming To Birdwell." 
[The Purple/Green stripe triangle kite flying at the beach.] Go, Clifford! 
Clifford (muffled): Watch what happens when I run with it, Cleo. [Clifford is having a kite string in his mouth] 
T-Bone: Clifford, stop! [Irritated From An Itchy Patch. Clifford ran into T-Bone's sandcastle without people, and put extra sand in T-Bone's castle, and fly a kite all the way to the space. T-Bone shaking by beach sand]
Clifford: Sorry, T-Bone. [Clifford inhales deeply in T-Bone's sandcastle] Is your sandcastle, okay?
T-Bone: Uh-huh
Cleo: It's a great sandcastle, T. 
T-Bone: Thanks, I've been working on it all morning. And-whoa!!! [Mac gnawed the telegram from Oscar Owens ran into sandcastle and its full of sand] Hey!! 
Mac: You won't believe it, guys. I have the most amazing news!!
Cleo: Mac, you almost ran into T-Bone's very cool sandcastle! 
Mac: Cool? I'll tell you what's cool, Cleo. Guess who's coming to Birdwell Island today. 
Cleo: Who?! Who?!
Mac: Champion Oscar Owens bright like the sun. 
Cleo [low voice]: Never heard of him. 
T-Bone: Sorry, Mac. Me, neither. 
Mac: Never heard if him?
Clifford: His name does sound kind of familiar.
Mac (snickering): It should sound familiar... to anyone who knows anything about Dog Show Champions. Oscar Owen bright like the sun is only the most famous champion in the entire world. [He chomped the picture of Oscar]
Cleo (gasps): Oh, that Oscar Owen bright like the sun! Well, why didn't you say so? 
Mac: Isn't it exciting, Cleo? I'm finally going to meet a dog that's actually won more medals than I have. It's almost too much to believe.
Cleo: Right, right, right! He's won, uh, best, uh, best...
Mac: In show. 
Cleo: Uh, right. In show for, uh, 3...4...
Mac: 5...
Cleo: 5 years in a row!
Clifford: Wow! and he's actually coming to Birdwell Island today? 
T-Bone (He's busy in the sandcastle): I can't wait to meet him! Think he'll want to play at the beach with us?
Mac (chucking): Oh, please, T-Bone. You don't play at the beach with someone like Oscar. He's much, too, uh... special for that.
T-Bone: He is?
Cleo: Gosh! If he's so special, maybe we all need to be as special as we can possibly be, too! 
Mac: You're absolutely right, Cleo. If we even hope to be friends with Oscar, we have to show him that we're not just plain old regular dogs. 
Clifford: Gee, I think I'd like to be his friend. 
Mac: Well, then what are we waiting for? Let's go make ourselves special. 
Cleo: Let's go! 
Clifford: Okay!
T-Bone: Gosh. I think we're pretty special just the way we are. 
Cleo [Next day at Mrs. Diller's house around Cleo's doghouse]: Oh! Ah! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! [Brush her poodle hair with Cleo's hair pick] Ah... what? Oh! Unnhhh! [Cleo straining with a hair pick from Mrs. Diller, she looked in the mirror] I may not have won best in show 5 times, but I am definitely the most fluffy-uffy-docious dog around! [Cleo was ready to fall with her fluff. Cleo brushed with a hair puff] Unh! Unnhh!! Unh! 
Mac (gasping) [At Jetta's house, Mac wanders off outside the doghouse next to Jetta's house] What am I going to do? I know I'm special but-but Oscar is so very special. He's won a million medals and a trillion trophies. He's won best in show, best in class, best form, best snout... but I don't believe he's ever won best smile, and I have, 14 times. [Mac smiles with his clenching teeth inside his doghouse with Jetta's images] Ha-ha. now that's special. [Clenching smile] No one smiles like Mac. 
Clifford [At Emily Elizabeth's house, Clifford was inside the doghouse with Emily Elizabeth's images]: I don't know, T-Bone. I can't think of anything special about me that might impress Champion Oscar.
T-Bone: But everything about you is special, CLifford. You're one-of-a-kind just like me. [T-Bone gasped that Cleo arrives at Emily Elizabeth's house]
Cleo: Ahem, speaking of special... [Cleo brushes with a pick]
Clifford: Wow, look at your fluff, Cleo! 
T-Bone: It's the fluffiest. 
Cleo: So what do you think? Pretty cool, huh? [Cleo stepped into his T-Bone in the lawn and flattened Cleo's fluff] Whoa-aah! Oof! 
T-Bone: Are you OK, Cleo? 
Cleo: Oh, no, my fluff! Oh, phew! Thank goodness, it's just a dent. [Cleo brushes again] Unh! There. 
Clifford: You look really special, Cleo. I wish I could think of something special to do. 
Cleo: Well, eh... You are the only dog I know who's almost 2 stories tall. Whoa! [Cleo grunting and running] Whoa! [Grunting continues] Ooh! 
Clifford: I guess that is kind of special. 
Cleo: Of course it is. You are really big and really red. All you have to do is find a way to look your biggest and your reddest. Whoa! Oh! [From Come Back, Mac. The ferry horn blaring in Birdwell Island dock with tourist people]
Mac (clenching smile): No one is bigger, and redder than Clifford. 
T-Bone: Hi, Mac. Gosh, what's wrong with your face? 
Mac (clenching smile): This is my best smile-smile. Isn't it special? 
T-Bone: Uh, sure. Special. [Clifford laughing]
Mac: And what are you going to do to impress Champion Oscar, T-Bone?
T-Bone: Uh, I don't know. Why can't I just be myself? 
Mac (clenching smile): Oh, you. Because it's just not enough, T-Bone. 
[In the tourist dock, Crowd tourist muttering with She and Oscar out in the ferry boat]
Oscar: Woof, woof! ￼
Mac: That must be him. But I can't see him. ￼
Cleo: Me, either. Clifford, is he coming? 
Clifford: There he is! [Oscar is arriving with Champion Emmy. Cleo fall down her fluff]
Cleo: Oomph! Unh. Uh.. [T-Bone barking. Now Oscar barking]
Mac: Wow, wasn't he amazing? [He holds Cleo's fluff] I think he looked at me.
Clifford: He was great. He's the most fabulous dog I have even seen. 
T-Bone: Gee, he looked just like a regular dog to me, and he seemed really nice. 
Mac: He's definitely not regular. He's... he's a star, and I found out he's staying at Dr. Dihn's House while he's here. 
Clifford: Wow, let's go over and see if we can meet him. 
Cleo: Come on, let's go! 
[At Dr. Dihn's house, Oscar plays ball outside.Clifford arrives.]
Clifford: Hi. 
Cleo: Hello-ooh. 
Mac (Clenching smile): Welcome to Birdwell Island. 
T-Bone: Hi, my name's T-Bone. 
Oscar: Oh, well, uh, hello. 
Mac (Clenching smile): I'm Mac. Would you like to come over to my house and see all my medals? I don't have as any as you, of course, but we could, you know, compare and talk about our experiences, the challenges of competition, the thrill of triumph, the agony of fleas, that sort of thing. 
Oscar: Um... well, no. No thank you. 
Cleo (She has the heaviest fluffed-up Cleo collapsed): Oh, wait. Unh, unh! Ahem, Hello-ooh. I'm Cleo. I could take you over to meet Mr. Kibble if you would like. He's my personal groomer. I'm sure he'd just love to give you a free bath and brushing. 
Oscar: Oh, that's nice, but, uh, I don't think I really need a bath right now. 
Clifford (Deep voice): I'm Clifford. Just climb aboard, and I'll show you around all the really big place on the island. 
Oscar: No, I-I mean, it's nice of you to offer... But I think I'll just stay here. 
T-Bone: Is that a new ball? It's really cool. We loved to play ball. Maybe we could all go down to the beach and play together. 
[Cleo gasped and Clifford gasped]
Oscar: Uh, that sounds like fun, T-Bone. But, well, are you sure your friends would want to? I mean it's seems like they would rather do other things. 
T-Bone: Oh, they got a little carried away trying to impress you today, but they're really just plain old regular dogs. Honest. 
Oscar: Ok, I guess it's not fair to judge anyone until you get to know them. C'mon everyone. Let's go play at the beach. 
[At the beach, the pooches play volleyball]
T-Bone: Here it comes, Clifford. 
Clifford (He catches the ball with his ears): Get it Oscar!
Oscar: Whoo-hoo! Yeah! [He put the ball into his mouth] Great shot, Clifford. 
Clifford: Thanks, Oscar. 
Cleo (regular): You know, you're nothing like what we thought you'd be, Oscar. 
Mac: You're just a normal dog. 
Oscar: Well, you guys are nothing like I thought you'd be, either. 
Clifford: I guess we must have seemed a little strange to you, huh? 
Oscar: Well, a little. 
Cleo: WE wanted you to like us so much that we were really trying to impress you. 
Oscar: You did impress me. 
Pooches: We did? 
Oscar: Yep, the minute you started just being yourselves. Now, let's play ball! 
Cleo: Ruff! Ruff! Wee hee!
[Pooches played volleyball in the ending as flipped the pages of Emily Elizabeth & Clifford]
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