From your friends at PBS Kids. Hello, podcast nation. No need to check your screen. This is an episode of The Arthur Podcast, but the ArtVark needs my help with a case. A mystery concerning our friend, Fur, because I'm Buster Baxter, private I. Let me tell you how it all started. It was a rainy Tuesday, and the water dripped off the roof of the tree house like spilled milk off a table inch. Arthur, Fur and I were deep into a game of trivia. Huh? Huh? Huh? Ah, I landed on blue. What's my question, Fur? What color? Blue, Fur. Okay. Did William Shakespeare write poems or plays? Um, plays? Nope. He wrote both. Oh, that was a trick question. My turn. I'm on yellow. Question me. Uh, Fur? What's my question? Oh, sorry. Um, okay. Science. What's bigger? The sun or the moon? Well, let's see. When Bionic Bunny flew to the sun to melt the icicles off his ship, he was really tiny. So I think the sun is bigger. Yep, you got it. Ha ha! Comic book logic wins again. Your turn, Fur. Actually, I think I'm gonna go home. I just don't feel like playing. But, Fur, you're the closest to the star. You'll probably win. I'm sorry, guys. I just feel sad. Sad? Why? I don't know. It's a mystery. Bye. Okay. Bye, Fur. I hope she's okay. Come to think of it. I haven't heard her laugh in a week. Maybe we could try to cheer her up? Podcast people. What do you do to cheer up a friend? I'm checking my inbox to hear from you. I hear up a friend by giving them a hug. When my friends are upset, I ask what's going on, and I try to help. I cheer up a friend by paying with them. To cheer up a friend, I say, how are you feeling? Are you okay? Sometimes, some people just want to be left alone, so sometimes I would just sit next to them and make them feel like they're not by themselves. Those are good ideas. You know Arthur. Fur said it was a mystery why she was sad. And you know what a mystery needs? Don't say private I. A private I. A case closer. A guy who's seen a few things. And then adds those things together and comes up with an answer. Can I borrow your podcast, Steph Arthur? I've always wanted to record one of my cases. Sure, Buster. Need any help? Maybe. But Buster Baxter, private I, is a loner. A wolf on the hunt. A dog without an owner. So... see you at school then? Not if I see you first, friend. No. Not if I see you first. Huck hastenation, it was Wednesday. And it was still rainy. Water trickling like maple syrup over blueberry pancakes. And like syrup, I stuck to fur. The cafeteria, furl eats a loa. The library, furl usually fills her bag with books like a kick getting candy on Halloween. But today, she does not take out new books. Hope is the thing with feathers that purchase poetry appreciation. Furns favorite class. Arthur reads a poem, but Furn does not enjoy it or clap. She is definitely not herself. But hope is to play. Buster, please stop mumbling into that microphone. Everyone, let's stop podcasting during class. Sorry, Mr. Rapper. So Buster, I hear you're investigating what upset Furn. How's the case going? Brain, it's a stall there's the lunch line on pizza day. Maybe you should question her friends? Maybe I will. Maybe you should. Maybe I'll question you. Maybe I'll answer. Maybe you told Furn her poetry was as sloppy as a play to spaghetti. Maybe you put that sour plus on her face. Maybe you should remember that Furn is my poetry slam partner. And I think her poetry is top notch. Maybe I owe you an apology. Maybe you do. But I do have information I think you should consider. Ah-ha. So you won in on the action eh? Fine. Here's some cheese. You Buster. Was that cheese in your pockets? Yeah. And if your tip is no good, I'm gonna want that cheddar back. Yuck! Keep your cheese Buster. I just want to help Furn. Suit yourself. What's your scoop? Last week. I suffer. Arguing with Muffy. Brain's tips sent me straight to Muffy Crosswire. Eris to an automobile empire and Queen Bee of the playground. On my way to Muffy's mansion, the rain ran down my umbrella like mom's chilly bubbling over the pot. But mom wouldn't be the only one spilling the beans. Hello Muffy. Buster, I've heard all about your investigation. But I'm innocent I tell you. That's what everybody says. Right before I get them to confess. Well, I'm not everybody. And I'm not confessing. I'm just telling you the whole story. Skip the flimflam, Missy. Fine. A few days ago, Furn wore a new lavender bow in her hair. And everyone knows that color bow is your signature look. Exactly. View shot or deeper. I'd be fine with. But we'll have a dirt. So we got into an argument. And you argue the smile right off her face. I swear. I didn't know she'd take it so hard. Please give her these. Five bows and all the other colors of the rainbow. I got them at the mall for her today. And I hope she feels better soon. My Buster. A friendship tied up in knots over a bow. But I'd untangled it. This case was solved. I just had to check my facts with Furn. Hey, podcast people. Did you miss me? I'm going with Buster to meet Furn in the park. I'd cracked this case wide open. And someone had to help me pick up the pieces. Buster, you really think Furn is sad over a hair accessory? That doesn't sound like her. Trust me, kid. This case is in the bag. I thought the hair bows from Muffy were in the bag. Ah, there she is. Furn. The girl with the long face. Hey, Buster. Hey Arthur. How come we're meeting at the park when it's too wet to play? We're not here to play. We're here to deliver you a package with your name written all over it. Um, my name isn't the Mill Creek Mall. He just means there's something for you in the bag. It's an apology from Muffy Crosswire. So your wires won't be crossed anymore if you know what I need. Hair bows? Oh, right. I forgot all about our little fight. So that's not why you're sad? Nope. You fellas are swell. But I'm still down in the dumps. Good day, gentlemen. At least you didn't leave you holding the bag. I'm no mathematician, but this case isn't adding up. Come on, Arthur. We've got a follower. We do? Furn tried to give us the slip, but I stuck to her like peanut butter on bread. She went into her house, and now we're waiting outside. And, uh, what are we waiting for again? It's a stake-out, Arthur. Be patient. There's something fishy going on here, and it isn't just the tuna sandwich in my pocket. That's what's so staking. There's Furn. She came out of her house, and she's running away. I think someone's running after her. Look. Faster, come on. He's over here. Round the corner. Where'd he go? Look, both ways, and go. He's quicker than a jackrabbit. Oh, got you. What's the big idea? Pinkie? We thought you were chasing Furn. Chasing her? I was trying to jog with her. I told her that some exercise might help kick her bad mood. Oh, that's actually a good idea. So, you're not the one who upset her in the first place? No way. And if I was, I would have sent her a nice apology note. Noted. Now I gotta run even faster to catch up. Bye. A note gives me one more idea, Arthur. It's a crazy plan, but like a kid at the end of snack time, I was down to my last chip. Let me get this straight, Buster. We're in the boys' bathroom, because you want to stake out Furn's locker. Yeah, her locker is right across from the bathroom. And you slipped an apology note in Furn's locker, but you didn't sign it. It says, sorry for making you sad, kitty cat. And we want to watch her read it because... Because when she reads it, she'll go thank the person she thinks wrote it. And that person is our culprit. Hey, what are you two doing? Hi, Pinkie. Finding out who really made Furn sad. Cool. I'm in. Normally, I would avoid this sort of badly-fanned hijinks, but you guys are right in the doorway, so I'm in. She's opening her locker. She's reading the note. What is it? Let me see. She's turning around and looking for someone. This could be it. It's good for you. I can't see. It's Mr. Rapper. No, Mr. Rapper. Whoa! What is going on here? Hi, there. They're trying to help me, Mr. Rapper. By tumbling out of the bathroom like a bunch of kittens, does that work? I got this, Mr. Rapper. Oh, and here's my permission slip for the poetry slam. Thank you, Furn. On your feet, gentlemen. Buster, did you write this apology note to see who I would say thank you to? Um, I can't reveal my sources. But I already told you. Nobody made me sad. Haven't you ever had a blue day for no particular reason? I have. Me too. I don't know. Most of my bad days are because of DW, but I get what you mean. Well, if you have a bad, sad, or blue day, don't worry. You'll feel better soon. It's kind of like when it rains and rains. Sooner or later, the sun always comes out. Come on. It's time for class. And Buster? Yeah. You have toilet paper on your shoe. Oh, thanks. Come on, we're good at it. What did you get? I had to write the math. Uh, thank you. Did the book report write? I have to. In a case with as many twists as a pretzel on a roller coaster, we had taken one last sharp turn. I have no case. Hey, Buster. Hi, Fern. What are you doing in the park? Looking for you. I was thinking, that apology note? That was some good detective work. Thanks, Fern. One good part of my blue periods is that I often get great ideas for my stories. For example, Oh, throughout Patti, wild animals will disrupting the peace. A hippopotamus swam in the sand. A monkey has stolen baguettes. And a poor constrictor was slithering down the Eiffel Tower. No one. Not even the police knew what had happened. But detective Villagul Watteau had the answer. Were the animals part of a villainous circus that steals French pastries? No. The animals were aliens waiting to break out of their animal skin suits. Definitely, Tiva Mall. No. So what happened? Detective Watteau had noticed the rain. It had been raining all week. What are courting the city like the melted cheese on French onion soup? Oh, that's good. I'll have to write that one down. The weeks of rain had caused the locks in the zoo to rust and crumble. So the animals had grids themselves. Oh, what a twist. Maybe Buster Baxter, private eye, and detective Villagul Watteau should solve the case together, some time. You're a good egg, Watteau. If I'm ever in a jam, I'll call you. See you around, Buster Baxter. Until we meet again. And the gal walked right out of the park. The case was solved. The sun was out. And I'd learn something new about the human heart. I'd hang up my hat for now. But I'd be ready for the next mystery. Or my name wasn't Buster Baxter, private eye. You've been listening to the Arthur Podcast. Hey, parents. Do you want your kids to answer my next inbox question? First, go to the Arthur website at pbskids.org to find out what I'll be asking. Then email me a voice recording of your child's response to Arthur at wgbh.org. 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