The Underestimated Presence of "Him" (Transcript)

*(Scene: Botsfords' house, early noon. Becky is still in her pajamas and fast asleep in her bed. The sound of a bell can be heard in the distance.)*

Narrator: It's another beautiful day in the city. Why? Because Becky, aka Wordgirl, is still fast asleep in her pajamas while something very important is going on. (To Becky) Becky, wake up...

Becky: Oh. What?

[Bob squeaking]

Becky: Bob, what is it?? The butcher? Did he break out of jail already?!

(Bob squeaking)

Becky: Come on, Bob! Word up!

*(Wordgirl and Huggy fly over the city, when suddenly, Wordgirl's badge starts glowing and beeping and a strong gust of wind blows her into the bank. When Wordgirl looks up, she sees the the butcher somehow turned into a giant.)*

Butcher: Huh? Hamburger Hammer!!

*(He takes a large mallet made of hamburger and crushes Wordgirl and Huggy to the floor.)*

Wordgirl: He's too strong, Huggy!

*(A yellowish-green man with silvery-gray hair and a long indigo cloak floats by Word Girl and Huggy while being followed by other cloaked people with yellow-green skin and dull colored hair.)*

Cloak Man: Everyone, focus. This is a dangerous task, and you know I can't do this alone.

*(They close their eyes, and their eyes and/or heads expand. Bursts of light flash through the bank. A moment later, the Butcher sits tied up on the ground, half his normal size. Suddenly, Tim and Sally Botsford walk through the door.)*

Mr. Botsford: Great Galloping Green Beans, who or what are you strange people?

Cloak Man: Hello, nice man. You may call me "The Tim." This is my wife, Sall-E, and our kids, Beck-E and J.T. The other people are our neighbors and friends. What are your names?

Mr. Botsford: (stuttering) Um-um, M-my N-na-name i-is...

Beck-E: Tim Botsford! And the woman next to you is Sally Botsford!

Mrs. Botsford: How does she know our names!?

The Tim: Wow, sweet pea. You have great recognition skills. How do you know the Botsfords so well?

Beck-E: I've been studying this specific family for a long time, and I know a lot about them.

Cloak Woman 1: Excuse me, The Tim? Can we go to the ice cream parlor now?

The Tim: Of course we can. I promised you ice cream or I'm not The Tim, president of planet Proxima!

Mr. Botsford: Proxima? Where's that?

Sall-E: Approximately 1 light year from planet Lexicon, and 2 light years from planet Hexagon.

Wordgirl: I don't know what's going on here, Huggy.

The Tim: You've been here this whole time and you still have no idea what's going on? Wow! Color me impressed!

Mrs. Botsford: But "impressed" isn't a color!

The Tim: That was just an expression. To be impressed is to feel or show admiration or respect for someone or something.

Cloak Girl 1: What's admiration?

The Tim: I'd tell you what admiration is but I have a feeling that I better left Wordgirl do this. She isn't called Wordgirl for nothing!

Wordgirl: Thank you. Admiration is the act of appreciating and respect an object, quality, or person. So, if you look at someone with a feeling that it's amazing, you're admiring them.

Cloak Girl 1: Thanks, you guys!

The Tim: Aw, you're welcome, sweetheart.

Female Bank Teller: Are you going to leave or what? Because I scheduled an appointment with the Botsfords a while ago.

The Tim: Oops, sorry. Come on guys. Let's go.

*The cloaked people all float out of the bank, saying their goodbyes.)*

Wordgirl: Goodbye!

The Tim: See you soon!

Mr. Botsford: Come again!

Mrs. Botsford: We'll be more prepared! (laughs) That was so much fun!