From your friends at PBS Kids! Support for this podcast and the following message for parents comes from IKEA. As a parent, you child-proof everything. Well, almost everything. You may not have thought about one thing, and that's securing your dressers and chests to the wall. It helps avoid dangerous tip-over accidents. Secure it from IKEA. Working to create safer homes together. Welcome to the Arthur Podcast. It's me, Arthur Re. Today, I'm going to tell you how I ended up writing a good, bad, boring, fun, and totally goofy story. Hey Arthur, how come you're staring at a piece of paper? If you must, no. I'm thinking about how to write a story that everyone will really like. Is it your homework? Yes, it's my homework. Why are you looking over my shoulder? I'm reading your story. Oncy...a...pony... Mom, dad! DW's bothering me while I'm doing my homework! I'm going, I'm going. Just make sure you put me in your story. Shut the door, please. Make me a princess who lives with three little kiddies in a faraway castle. This is not a princess story, DW. And I should have a magic wand that can grant wishes. Or turn you into a puff of smoke. Shut the door! Okay, Mr. Bossy Pants. How can I write when my sister keeps interrupting? And when I don't even know where to start? I told you, start with me being a princess. Go away! I was stuck, podcast friends. Riders block. So, I went to the tree house where Buster and Francine were also trying to come up with story ideas. What have you got so far? Once upon a time. That's it. A life got is my name at the top of the page. I have so many story ideas and each one is better than the next. Like what, Francine? Hmm, what is about a princess who has to give her baby to a troll if she can't guess the troll's name? Isn't that a story already? I'm aware of. Is the troll's name Rumpelstiltskin? No, her name is Big Wilma. But that's just one idea. I've got lots. What comes after your once upon a time, Arthur? I was thinking about telling the story of how I got my dog pal. So maybe once upon a time a boy named Arthur wanted a dog. That's not a story. That's just a thing that happened. So I started Arthur's pet business to prove I was responsible. Hi Mrs. Wood. Guess what? Arthur lost your dog. No, not my poor helpless little perky-boot. I didn't lose perky-boot Mrs. Wood. Well, I did, but only for a minute. She's right here, having puppies. Thank you Arthur. Would you like to keep one? You mean keep a puppy? Yes, I'll name him pal. So that is the story of how I got my dog. The end. I finished. What do you think? Frankly, it's kind of short and boring. That's not a nice thing to say. Good writers can take honest criticism. What do you think, Buster? I'd give it a two. Two out of five? Two out of ten. Forget it. I am not giving Mr. Ratburn a boring story. Right about how you got a baby elephant. That would be interesting. Oops, time to go. Me too. See you tomorrow Arthur. Bye. How I got a baby elephant. Hi Mrs. Wood. Guess what? Arthur lost your pet. No. Not my poor little helpless perky-boot. I didn't lose perky-boot Mrs. Wood. She had some babies. Elephant babies. The elephant story was so good, podcast listeners. At least I thought so. Until I showed it to Buster at school the next day. So that's the story of how I got a baby elephant. I named him pal and will love him forever. The end. What do you think? I guess it's okay. Just okay? I want everyone to really like my story. All the best stories are set in outer space. That's where mind takes place. Outer space? Also, you need more action. Those elephants should do something. Five, four, six, seven, one. Touchdown. We made it to planet Tremflap. One giant step for me. One tiny step for Earth. I can't believe we discovered a brand new planet. Look at all the purple rocks and stuff. Huh? Is that Mrs. Wood bouncing over the rocks? What's she doing here? Woo! Hi Mrs. Wood. Guess what? Arthur lost your dog. No, not my poor helpless little parking pool. I didn't lose parking, Mrs. Wood. She had some babies. Elephant babies. And they're dancing. Stop dancing babies. You'll break the spacecraft. We'll be stuck in space. As soon as I finished my new story, I wanted somebody new to read it. So, I took it to brain. What do you think? A story about dancing baby elephants on planet Tremflap isn't boring, right? It's not boring, but it is scientifically inaccurate. How? Where? Elephants weigh less in space. They'd flow, not dance. You don't like it. What would make you like it? Well, a good story requires gripping subject matter and solid research. What's your story called? Amphibians vs dinosaurs. Mesoic Smackdown. Dinosaurs are always popular. So, I should put a dinosaur in my story? I don't know much about them. You can find everything you need at the library. I went straight from brain tells to the library podcast listeners. Ms. Turner, the librarian, gave me like 18 books about dinosaurs. What's with all the books? Brain said I should add a dinosaur to my story, which means I need to do research. Okay, let's see. Baby T-rexes. The offspring of these two feet. Critaciius. Forget the dinosaur Arthur. You can't even pronounce it. Plus, you don't like dinosaurs. Then I don't know what to write. What is something that everyone will like? Just make something up. Something fun. Gee, thanks, Francine. I never thought about making it fun. You're welcome. I was being sarcastic. You know what would make it fun? If you wrote it as a song. So well, it's writing a country song for her story. Bet she gets an A plus plus. Everybody's story is going to be better than mine. That's probably not true. Though it could be true. Oh, hey, Dad. I'll meet you outside. Don't forget about the love interest. The love interest? Every good story has a partner. Two characters all in love. Bye. Okay, a song. In outer space. With two elephants in love. I started all over podcast listeners and came up with a new, new, new, new story. The next day, I had to sing it in class. Our next reader is Arthur Reed. I didn't actually write a story. It's more of a song. We look forward to hearing it. Well, my name is Arthur and I wanted a pet. So I started a business to show I could get. Clients and stuff and take care of animals. So that's what I did. Yeah, that's what I did. Here we go. Arthur's pet business went into space to a planet named Triemplata, mostly purple place. I thought I lost Birky, which was so bad. Especially a Mrs. Woodcott, really mad. But Birky was in the closet having baby elephants. They danced on their toes, he did a few flips. DWU worried they'd break our spaceship. Mrs. Wood gave me a puppy to keep. And that was pretty neat. So that's the end of my story. Well, I hope it wasn't. Well, too boring. Thank you. Bye. The end. Good effort, Arthur. Was any of that meaningful to you? Just the part where I wanted a pet. That's where the story started, Mr. Rapper. Ah, and then it somehow turned into a song about dancing baby elephants in outer space. Well, Buster said it should take place in outer space and be a song. And Francine thought it should be about an elephant, not a dog. I suggested out of your dinosaur, but Arthur didn't listen. I told him it needed a love interest, but he didn't listen to that either. Interesting feedback. But you know what, Arthur? I would like to hear your original story. But everyone said it was boring. Don't worry about what people think or what you think they want to hear. Just tell your story the way it means the most to you. Uh, right now, you mean? Ready when you are. Uh, okay. Here goes. I always wanted a dog. But my parents said I needed a show I could be responsible. So I started Arthur's pet business. And pretty soon I had too many pets to take care of. That's true. Dogs and cats and birds and frogs and ducks. Of course, the dogs chased the cats and the cats chased the birds. The worst pet of all was Mrs. Woodsdog, Perky. Perky wasn't Perky. She was mean. I could barely get any sleep. Perky was so much work. Like in the middle of the night, I'd have to get up and give her a tummy rub. That is weird. No kidding. And I'd give her a bath every day in brush her teeth. And she wouldn't eat her dinner unless I put a blueberry exactly on top. Ha ha! Super weird. Then on the day Perky was supposed to go home, she disappeared. DW and I looked everywhere and put up signs. But Perky was really, truly lost. I thought everything was ruined. My pet business, my hope of getting a dog, aww. When Mrs. Wood came to pick up Perky, DW said, I'm Mrs. Wood. Guess what? Arthur lost your dog. Mrs. Wood freaked out. No, not my poor helpless little Perky poo. Right while this was happening, I suddenly heard strange moans and thumps coming from the closet. I wasn't sure what could be vacant in the noise. A ghost maybe. An alien from planet Tramflast. Good guess, but no. It was Perky hiding out in our closet and having puppies. Mrs. Wood was so relieved. She gave me one of the puppies to keep. And that puppy was pal. My dog and the best friend forever and ever. Hey, what about me? My best friend besides Buster. Forever and ever. The End. Woohoo! Arthur! Woohoo! You liked the story? It wasn't too boring. I think we all enjoyed it. In fact, you deserve a sticker for telling it so well. With a beginning, middle and end. Bravo! There you go. Wow. Thanks, Mr. Rapper. Of course, if you want full credit, you'll have to write it down. And now, if you will all turn to page 64. So that, podcast listeners, is how I came to write a pretty good story about how and even got a sticker for Mr. Ratburn. Not bad, huh? It wasn't bad, but it would have been way better with me and three little kiddies. Where we live in a castle, and I have a magic wand, and turn you into a troll. And now, it's time for... D-D-W. Emani R, right? D-D-W. If you could get another pet, what would you choose? Hmm. A snail. What? Why? Because they smell better than dogs. And you don't have to walk them. Okay. Here's a question from Franklin B. D-D-W. What's a good rule of thumb for managing your 401k? Thumbs don't have rules. Mind sure don't. But if my thumb had a rule, it would be pick better numbers. 401k. F. Five is a way better number. Because I'm five. Oh, isn't even a number. It's a letter. And K? That's not a number either. Sheesh. You should go back to school, Mr. Frankenbeans. That's it for now. Send your questions to me. D-D-W. See you later, alligator. Thanks for listening.
