All language subtitles for punky_brewster_s04e13_the_reading_game

Maybe the world is blind or just a
little unkind.

Don't know.

Seems you can't be sure of anything
anymore.

the vacuum.

Frankie, this is Saturday.

You're supposed to be cleaning the
house. Why is Brandon doing your chores?

We traded jobs.

He's vacuuming and I'm getting hair on
the couch.

Get to work.

But Sherry's bringing over her cousin
any minute. So?

So we want her to be comfortable.

After all, she's on vacation.

You know, shoes off, feet up.

Veged out.

The perfect hostess.

Hostess! Brandon, go get the ding
-dongs.

And I better not smell marshmallows on
your breath.

So, what do you know about Cherry's
cousin?

I don't know much.

Her name's Paula.

Her brother's name's Bobby.

Her parents are on their second
honeymoon.

Her favorite things are water skiing,
potato chips, and freaking out to the

Beastie Boys.

Oh, and by the way, she's a terrific
artist.

You don't know much.

The only thing you missed was her shoe
size.

4B.

You're here.

Hi, Paula, this is my best friend,
Punky.

Punky, this is my favorite cousin,
Paula.

Hi, I've heard a lot about you.

Well, knowing Cherry, that doesn't
surprise me. This is my dad, Henry

Hi. Hi, Paula.

Kick off your four B's and I'll crank up
the beastie boys.

Hi, everyone.

This is Paula's brother, Bobby.

Isn't that special?

No.

He's all worn out from the trip.

He could probably use a nap.

You'd make a great mother, Henry.

Mind if I put him in your bed?

My bed?

Perhaps you didn't hear.

He just threw up?

Paula changed his clothes.

Please, just for a minute, till I catch
my breath.

There are a lot of fragile, breakable
things in my room.

Well, if you'd rather I wouldn't, I
could put him to sleep upstairs and just

there all alone.

No one to talk to, just staring at the
wall.

Okay, you can put him in my room, but
remember my regular policy.

Right. If you break it, you're back.

your face. No, don't! I've got to draw
this.

Right, Granny.

Because he looks better from his right
side.

You like to draw animals?

Yes, sit down. You're next.

I beg your pardon?

No, she means she draws everything.

Paula's a great artist.

We're trying to get her to enter...

An art contest in the Chicago newspaper.

If she'll ever fill out this
application.

Back off. I'll do it later.

Gee, you are a great artist.

And I bet you'd win that contest.

Bobby, don't touch that.

Don't touch what?

What was that?

Oh, nothing.

Oh, I know it's nothing now, but what
was it before?

Cherry, dear, I just had to meet your
cousin, the artiste.

Imagine my shock to learn there's
someone in your family with talent.

You must be the one and only Margo.

Thank goodness there's only one.

Papa just came from Rockford on the bus.

Bus?

Margo doesn't use buses. She has her own
limo.

I was on a bus once.

You were?

Yes. I like living on the edge.

Here you go, girls.

Thank you.

How are things in the bedroom?

The same.

Don't worry.

Bobby's okay.

Did he break my antique mirror?

Well, let's just say you should be real
careful for the next seven years.

Hold that look, Mr. Watermark. I've
almost finished your sketch. I love a

like yours with lots of characters.

She means wrinkles.

You certainly captured my strength of
character and rugged good looks.

But she didn't capture your most
prominent feature.

I didn't?

You're cheating me.

Here's yours, Grandma.

Oh, I like it.

Too bad the sketch pad was too small to
capture your most prominent feature.

Antique, antique, antique.

Let's go out and get everybody some ice
cream.

Especially him.

Come, you, me, ice cream.

Let's go quick.

Wait, Henry, Paul didn't draw a picture
of me yet.

She'll draw it when we get back.

Come on, I'm buying.

Come on, Margo, ice cream should
interest you.

Because I'm so sweet?

No, because you're a conehead.

You're gonna love this place. They've
got a great new flavor.

Strawberry meatloaf.

Wait, Punky.

Can you help me fill out this
application?

Sure, we'll do it in the car. Come on.
We can't.

I don't want Cherry and Aunt Betty to
know.

But they already know about the contest.

Yeah, but they don't know that I can't
fill out this application.

But these are simple questions.

Not for me.

Why? Because you're from Rockford?

No. Because I can't read.

You can't read? But you're in seventh
grade!

Punky, please, be a friend. Help me with
this.

Okay. I guess so.

Oh, great!

I promise you won't tell Cherry or
Betty.

It'll be our secret.

Boy, Brandon, I think she caught the
real you.

Okay,

maybe the nose is a little large, but
you're not exactly a Pekingese.

Great news!

Paula won $200 in the art contest.

Congratulations.

I knew you'd win.

We wanted you to be the first to know,
Punky. The other part of the prize was

free art lessons. And she gets started
as soon as she enrolls.

Oh?

Will you need help filling out the
enrollment form?

No, thanks. I'll do it later.

Why would she need help?

Why don't you ask Paula?

What's she talking about, Paula?

Yeah, Paula. What am I talking about?

Okay.

I guess I can tell you, Cherry, but you
can't tell Aunt Betty.

Can't tell her what?

That I can't read.

And I had to help her fill out the
application.

You mean you couldn't read it without
Punky's help?

How do you get by in school?

I get other kids to do my homework.

I trade them drawings.

That works.

The school... help me back once, but
then I got your big for my class, so

passed me.

Paula, you've got to learn how to read.

Yeah, you can't do anything if you can't
read. I can draw.

I just made $200, didn't I?

How much have you guys made reading?

Well, nothing.

But you wouldn't have made a dime if I
hadn't helped you fill out that

application.

Punky, why are you sticking your nose
into my business?

Because I get nosy when I see people I
like goofing up.

I'm not goofing up.

I'm really good at drawing, and I'm
gonna be an artist.

When I get the time, I'll learn to read.

And when will that be?

I'll get to it.

But if my parents find out now, they'll
yank me out of my art classes, and I'll

never get anywhere.

You don't know that.

Cherry, please don't tell him me.

Okay, I won't. If you promise to learn
to read... I promise.

Come on, I'll help you fill out the
enrollment form. Great.

Cherry?

I'll be right out.

Cherry, I think you're wrong about this.

She's my cousin. I have to help her.

Yeah, but what if she waits till her
life's almost over?

Like when she's 30.

Look, she's my cousin. I have to help
her.

Yeah, but I don't think we're helping
her by hiding the fact that she can't

as well as Brandon.

Sorry, Brandon. No offense.

You're not asking me to rat on my own
cousin, are you?

It's not ratting.

Think of how confused she'll be if she
doesn't know how to read.

She won't know the difference between
ladies' room...

And cattle crossing.

Hooky, you owe me one.

I remember the time you played hooky
from school to see a movie.

I didn't squeal on you, did I?

Well, no, you didn't.

I covered for you, because we're
friends.

And you threatened to dynamite my teeth.

But I got caught anyway.

That's not the point.

Yes, it is the point.

Paula's going to get caught, too.

Well, I don't want to be the one to
tell.

And if you were a real friend, you
wouldn't tell either.

Brandon, what do I do now?

Sorry,

Brandon.

Can't sleep?

How'd you know?

I figured it was that or that the cops
were holding midnight practice in here.

Sorry, Henry.

I didn't mean to wake you up.

Oh, that's all right.

A problem?

Uh -huh.

Want to tell me about it?

Okay.

I'll tell you.

But you didn't hear it from me.

Get it?

Got it.

Tell me.

I've got a big problem burning my gut.

Oh, it's probably the strawberry
meatloaf ice cream.

Henry, this is serious.

Well, now you got me worried.

What is it?

It's Paula.

She can't read.

Not at all?

Maybe a little.

Like a second grader.

My goodness. Does Betty know about this?

No.

That's the problem.

Cherry doesn't want me to rat on Paula.

Oh, you don't have to rat on her.

I don't? No.

I'll do it for you.

Henry.

Do you have to?

We don't have a choice here.

We have to do what's best for Paula.

And this is something Betty has to know.

I guess you're right.

Even if I am going to be known as Punky
the Squealer.

Henry.

Are you telling me my niece can't read?

Yes.

I can't imagine anything worse than
that.

Try swallowing hot coffee.

I've known that child all her life. Why
didn't I see it? Why didn't her mom and

dad see it?

Maybe they just didn't realize.

Paula's artistic talent is so
outstanding, they only concentrated on

I guess you're right.

We're all so proud of our children, it's
easy for us not to notice their

shortcomings.

Especially if the kid doesn't want you
to notice.

It happens all the time with kids around
standing in sports.

Yeah, they only know football,
basketball.

And if they don't make it in sports,
they don't have an education to fall

on. I'm going to call my brother and
sister -in -law right now.

Punky's worried about Cherry being mad
at her.

Cherry better worry about me being mad
at her.

Thanks for telling me, Henry.

Stop running, Bobby!

Bobby!

Boy, this is the toughest babysitting
job I've ever had. I like you.

That's because you don't know what a
squealer is.

Tell me a story.

Okay, I know a real cute one about a
little rabbit.

Gotcha, no rabbits.

Okay, we'll make it a dinosaur.

Once there was a dinosaur named Bobby.

One day, Bobby the dinosaur was eating
some chocolate chip cookies.

Yummy, yummy.

Yummy, yummy.

They weighed around 100 pounds each.
We're talking heavy cookies.

When suddenly, some giant slime birds
floated.

only told Henry.

And he told Aunt Betty, and she told my
parents. Now when I get back home, I'm

going to have to have a tutor, and
they're going to put me in some reading

school. I went to reading school. It's
fun.

Yeah, but no one told on you, Punky.

You ruined my vacation.

No, she didn't, Paula.

Someday you'll realize that this is the
best thing that could have happened to

you. I doubt it.

You should be thanking Punky for telling
Henry about this. She used a lot of

good sense.

More than you did.

Thanks a lot, Punky.

Cherry, wait a minute. Let me explain.

Paula, I'll be right back.

Don't let him break anything.

I'm going to talk to those two girls.

Tell me your story.

Not right now, Bobby.

I'm in a real bad mood.

But I'll draw a picture of you.

I'll get some paper from Punky's room.

when you called i'm sending somebody
right now but what do i do he looks real

sick did you have the bottle your
brother drank out of yes i've got it

right here okay now there's a label on
it that tells you what to do in case

someone swallows it read it to me read
it yes i can't read it is the label worn

off no i can't read you can't read at
all

You're swallowed.

It says if swallowed, drink large
quantities of milk. Milk! I'll get it!

Oh, it hurts.

Please, Ari!

Don't worry, Bobby.

You're going to be okay.

Well, that was a close call, but Bobby's
going to be fine.

You were smart to call 911.

Yeah, but once I got in the phone, I was
totally useless.

Boy, was I dumb.

You're not dumb, Paul.

Well, I sure was dumb not to learn to
read.

It almost cost me my brother's life.

So, are you going to learn how to read
now?

Yup. And you know what I'm going to
learn to read first?

What? Every bottle under the sink.

Well, Bobby finished the soup, and now
he's off to dreamland, little angel.

Finally, things are back to normal.

This is about as normal as it gets
around here.