The Messy Room

Mr. Mailbear: Good morning, Mrs. Bear. There's some mail for you.

Mama Bear: Thank you, Mr. Mailbear. Oh, sure. My "Treehouse Keeping" magazine.

Sister Bear: Hi, Mama, excuse us. Hey, how about a game of tiddlywinks?

Brother Bear: Alright. I'll race you up to our room.

Sister Bear: You're on!

Mama Bear: These cubs! With that kind of energy, you'd think they could take better care of their room. Ahh...speaking of rooms, aren't these lovely?

Mama Bear: Darling, just look at these lovely rooms.

Papa Bear: But what? Rooms? What rooms? Help! Where am I?

Mama Bear: These model tree house rooms in "Treehouse Keeping" magazine. Aren't they lovely?

Papa Bear: Oh, they're nice enough, I suppose. But certainly, no lovelier than the rooms in our very own tree house. This lovely, gracious neat is a thin living room, cozy, warm, comfortable in the extreme.

Mama Bear: Oh, it's alright, I suppose.

Papa Bear: And our delightful dining room, a room to be proud of. Floor clean enough to eat off. Not to mention the table.

Mama Bear: Yes, but–

Papa Bear: And, of course, your wonderful spick-and-span, perfectly delicious kitchen, a model room if ever there was one.

Mama Bear: Yes, but–

Papa Bear: Yes, but what?

Mama Bear: Yes, but there's one place in this treehouse I'm not proud of. Brother and Sister's room is a mess, a perfectly dreadful knock-down drag-out wall-to-wall mess. And I'm not going to stand for it any longer. I've put up with that messy room long enough.

Papa Bear: Well, then. Alright, I've had some urgent work to do in my shop.

Brother Bear: For Pete's sake, Sister, will you take your shot? We're playing tiddlywinks, not chess.

Sister Bear: Just hold your horses. I didn't get to be tiddlywinks champ of Bear Country School by rushing my shot––

[As Mama's footsteps are banging on the hallway floor, approaching the cubs' bedroom]

Sister Bear: What's that? An earthquake?

Brother Bear: Worse, it's Mama on the war path. Climbing the stairs.

Sister Bear: Stomping along the hall.

Brother Bear: Pounding on the door.

Brother Bear and Sister Bear: [in sing-songy voice] ♪ Come in. ♪

Mama Bear: Grrr...

Brother Bear and Sister Bear: [in sing-songy voice] Hi, Mama.

Mama Bear: Pretty nice collection of spiders you've found up here.

Sister Bear: Yes, they're very useful. They eat the ants that come in for food crumbs.

Mama Bear: Very clever. Isn't it hard to get around...I mean, in all this mess?

Brother Bear: Not really. Watch.

Mama Bear: Very impressive. How do you get this closet door open to hang up your clothes, I mean?

Sister Bear: Well, we don't bother. We just sort of hang them in different places around the world.

Mama Bear: Most impressive. In fact, this is the most impressive mess I personally have ever seen. The filthiest, dirtiest, most disgusting mess known to bears! Unquestionably, the number one messy room in all Bear Country, destined to go down in filthy, dirty Hall of Fame! And I am just not going to take it any longer. I've had it. No more Mrs. Nice Guy. The time has certainly come for me to put my foot down!

Sister Bear: Yecch!

Brother Bear: Yes, Mama, you had a perfect right to put your foot down. But if you did it, you put it down right on my airplane cement.

Mama Bear: THAT DOES IT! THAT DOES IT!! NOW HEAR THIS!!! I WANT THIS WHOLE ROOM CLEAN!!!! AND FOR STARTERS, I WANT THIS WHOLE FLOOR PICKED UP!!!!! PICKED UP CLEAN AND I WANT IT DONE IN EXACTLY 15 MINUTES!!!!!!

Brother Bear and Sister Bear: [told they are supposed to tidy up their messy bedroom in 15 minutes] 15 MINUTES?!

Mama Bear: [frustratingly leaves the bedroom and gives the cubs a chance to clean their bedroom; and her mark is "15 minutes" to clean it up] YOU HEARD ME! "15 MINUTES"!!

[At this point, Mama gives Brother and Sister --the cubs-- one chance to clean up their messy bedroom. According to her mark, it should be cleaned up in 15 minutes.]

Brother Bear: Anyhow, that stuff she picked up with her foot is a start.

Sister Bear: Look, we don't have time for smart remarks. You have some heavy picking up to do.

Brother Bear: I've had some heavy picking up to do. How do you figure that? Most of this mess is yours.

Sister Bear: Oh, yes. What about these? Your baseball cards. Your ball, bat and glove!

Brother Bear: Oh, yes? Well, what about these? Your farm animals. Your stuffed bunny!

Sister Bear: WELL, IF YOU YOU'RE SO SMART, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SWEEP UP WITH YOUR DUMB DINOSAUR TOYS ALL OVER THE FLOOR!?

[The scene cuts to Brother's dinosaur collection. It shows four, five, or six types of plastic model dinosaurs. There's a model Brachiosaurus, a Stegosaurus, a Triceratops, a Styracosaurus, and a T.Rex on the floor. And it is collecting cobwebs.]

Brother Bear: [about Sister moving his dinosaur collection] THEY'RE NOT TOYS! THEY'RE MODELS!! AND YOU LEAVE THEM (MY DINOSAUR MODELS) ALONE!!! I'M WORKING ON A SET UP OF THE PLEISTOCENE AGE!!!!

[Since Brother knows that the dinosaurs were around in the Pleistocene Age, he wants to make a set-up of it. He is trying to work with a set-up of the Mesozoic Era. But limiting to only Jurassic and Cretaceous dinosaurs --if he means "Mesozoic"-- he is trying to work with a set-up of the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods. But whatever project he is working on --with his dinosaurs-- Sister gets irritated of that --and she is fed with him and his fixation about dinosaurs. That is because she always sees Brother's dinosaur collection always all over the floor.]

Sister Bear: PLEISTOCENE SCHMEISTOCENE! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR KICKING MY STUFFED BUNNY!! YOU KNOW SOMETHING?!

Brother Bear: What?

Sister Bear: This isn't getting the job done and the minutes are ticking by.

Brother Bear: We better get to work.

Brother Bear: Well, what do you think?

Sister Bear: What do I think? I think we're in big trouble.

Brother Bear: And the 15 minutes are almost up.

Sister Bear: (We are doomed!) What'll we do?

Brother Bear: I'm thinking. I'm thinking. I'm...thinking I have a creative idea.

Sister Bear: We sure could use one. Mama's gonna have a fit if we don't get this whole mess off the floor and out of sight.

Brother Bear: Precisely!

[As Mama is in her rocking chair and reading a book, she is keeping track of the time after giving the cubs her 15 minutes mark to clean their bedroom before she shows up again]

Mama Bear: [sits in her rocking chair and reads a book] 15 minutes...?! [looks at her watch, showing that it has passed] (15 MINUTES!) TIME'S UP!! [zips out of her rocking chair]

[Mama's footsteps bang into the hallway floor again. She has the plan that some of Brother and Sister's favorite things are going in the trash if their bedroom is not cleaned up yet. Some of them might go in the trash or the throwaway box if the cubs have not yet cleaned it up]

Mama Bear: [as she marches through the hallway to the cubs's bedroom] (IF THEIR PIGSTY THOSE CUBS OF MINE CALL A ROOM IS NOT CLEAN YET, THEIR FAVORITE THINGS ARE ENDING UP IN THE TRASH!)

[She opens Brother and Sister's bedroom door, then Brother and Sister reveal the room "cleaned" and cheer.]

Brother Bear and Sister Bear: [saying "Ta-da" in a sing-songy voice] ♪TA-DA!!♪

Mama Bear: This is wonderful! I can actually see the floor.

Brother Bear: Yes, you can get around the room without a pogo stick.

[At first sight, the floor --and the whole room-- may look clean. But it is not very long before Mama gets to the cubs's closet door.]

Mama Bear: And now, with the floor clean, you can actually open the...!

[Mama --since she sees the room "clean"-- she is able to open the closet door --even though she couldn't get it to open when the room was messy. But now it is "neat", she can open it. That is why she says, "You can actually open the closet". Mama indeed has a good point. With the room neat, one --including her-- can actually open the closet door.]

Brother Bear and Sister Bear: [as Mama tries to open the closet door] NO, MAMA!! DON'T OPEN THE....

[It is now known that the cubs's moment of victory of their room being clean due to Mama's 15 minutes mark was short lived. Because when Mama opened the closet door, all of the cubs's toys fell out and the room reveals to become a mess again.]

Brother Bear and Sister Bear: CLOSET!!

[Mama grits her teeth since she is covered up by the cubs's toys. Then she gets up and furiously marches out of the room. She goes down to the basement, gets out a giant box and writes down the word "TRASH" on it. Then she goes upstairs with it and sets it down onto the floor.]

Brother Bear: What are you going to do, Mama?

Sister Bear: What's the box for?

Mama Bear: IT IS FOR ALL THIS TRASH! (THE FIRST THING THAT WE HAVE TO DO IS GET RID OF ALL THIS JUNK!)

[The cubs then watch in horror as Mama throws away some of their favorite things into the trash box.]

Sister Bear: [picks up a book trying to get it back] No, Mama, No!

Brother Bear: [trying to get back his sport cards] My baseball cards aren't trash!

Mama Bear: ALL THIS IS GOOD FOR NOTHING! NOTHING BUT THROW AWAY TRASH!

Sister Bear: [takes out her doll, coloring book, and crayons trying to get it back out of the box] That's not trash!, That's my best doll!, Not my coloring books and crayons! Help! Help! Please!

[Cut to the workshop where Papa is sawing wood when he hears Brother and Sister's cry for help as Mama throws away some of their favorite things.]

Brother Bear: [offscreen he tries to get back his dinosaur collection and baseball glove] Please, Mama, Not my dinosaur collection! Stop! That's my first baseball mitt! Help!

Brother Bear and Sister Bear: OH NO! HELP!

Papa Bear: CRIES FOR HELP!

Papa Bear: [seeing the mess in the cubs' bedroom that Mama made] QUIEEEEEEEET! Now, the mess has certainly built up in this room. In fact, it is the worst case of messy build-up I've ever seen. But now let's sit down and talk this over calmly.

[The scene cuts to the cubs's room and Papa has a talk over the cubs about the messy room business.]

Papa Bear: So you see, this messy room isn't fair. It isn't fair to your Mama and me. We have a lot of other things to take care of. But it isn't fair to you cubs, because you really can't have fun or relax in a room that's such a terrible mess.

The Terrible Termite

Terrible Termite: My friends call me the Terrible Termite... that is, if I had any friends...

Too Much Birthday

Mama Bear: [sighing; as she piles that season's pumpkins in a wheelbarrow] I do hope Papa is being careful. He's taking down that big tree today, and...

Papa Bear: [off-screen] TIM-BERRRRRRRRRRR!!!

Papa Bear: Oh, good. The ponies and the merry-go-round are here.

Mama Bear: The what?

Papa Bear: Oh, didn't I tell you? I rented ponies and a merry-go-round for the party. It just wouldn't be a party without ponies and a merry-go-round.

Sister Bear: Do we have them, Papa?

Papa Bear: Do we have what?

Sister Bear: Annual rings.

Papa Bear: [laughing] No, my dear. We have something better: birthdays and birthday parties. And it seems to me that you're going to be having a birthday (party) pretty soon.

Sister Bear: A (birthday) party? Am I going to have a birthday party? [dancing excitedly] A real birthday party with all the trimmings?

Papa Bear: I don't see why not.

Brother Bear: [as Sister pins the tail on the donkey just right] Terrific! Way to go! Yeah, Sister!

Sister Bear: [removing the blindfold] Oh goody, I won, I won!

Papa Bear: [presenting one of Sister's friends with a prize] Good work, sonny. Here's your prize.

Sister Bear: But Mama, I won fair and square.

Mama Bear: Of course you won, sweetie, but you can't get the prize because it's your (birthday) party. That wouldn't be polite.

Papa Bear: [as Sister is presented with her birthday cake] Okay gang, when I give the signal, Sister's gonna blow out the candles, then we're all gonna sing "Happy Birthday, Sister Bear". [to Sister] Okay sweetie, get set... BLOW!

[Papa Bear, Mama Bear, Brother Bear, and Sister Bear's friends sing "Happy Birthday" to Sister Bear. This song is sung to the tune of "London Bridge".]

Papa Bear, Brother Bear and Sister's friends: [singing] ♪ Happy birthday, Sister Bear, ♪

♪ Sister Bear, Sister Bear. ♪

♪ Happy birthday, Sister Bear. ♪

♪ We all love you! ♪

[But after Papa, Brother and Sister's friends sing "Happy Birthday, Sister Bear", Sister begins crying]

Mama Bear: Sweetie, what's the matter? It's your birthday. Why are you so upset?

Sister Bear: [crying] THAT IS NOT FAIR! [in between tears] I WAS THE FIRST ONE OUT IN MUSICAL CHAIRS! I DIDN'T GET MY DONKEY GAME PRIZE! I GOT BOUNCED ON THE PONIES AND SICK IN THE MERRY GO ROUND! AND I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SIX (TO TEN) CUBS! I ONLY WANT TO HAVE THREE!

[Sister resumes crying as Mama hugs her]

Brother Bear: Gee, Sis, how about your presents? You haven't opened them yet.

Papa Bear: And cake and ice cream. You haven't had them yet, either.

Sister Bear: I want to thank you for my birthday party, Papa. You and Mama.

Papa Bear: Parties are exciting, sweetie, and presents are lovely, but your Mama is right. Getting to be six years old is pretty important. You're going to be six for a whole year, and it's up to you to make the most of it. To learn, to have fun, to grow in every way.

Papa Bear: [eating the last of Sister's birthday cake] You're absolutely right, Mama. [gulps] There is such a thing as too much birthday... and, too much birthday cake.

[Papa chuckles nervously. Then the cubs chuckle along with him]

No Girls Allowed

Sister Bear: Hey, terrific! A secret clubhouse! Hot diggety! A new clubhouse! A new clubhouse!

[Sister does her victory dance when she sees the clubhouse. That is, until she hears the drawbridge close --like a castle's drawbridge-- to reveal the sign for the finishing touch on its underside. The scene next cuts to Brother and the other boy cubs who --instead of answering Sister's happy cry and victory dance-- add the finishing touch. The sign says, "NO GIRLS ALLOWED!". Then it cuts back to Sister.]

Sister Bear: NO GIRLS ALLOWED?!

[Then back to the boys holding the "NO GIRLS ALLOWED!" sign.]

Boy Cubs: [chorusing] THAT'S RIGHT! NO GIRLS ALLOWED!

[The scene cuts back to the clubhouse, and finally back to Sister again. Brother and the other boys go into the clubhouse off-screen. Sister sees this and finds it unfair. Then the scene cuts back to Sister.]

Sister Bear: It...! It isn't fair! It isn't fair! It just isn't...! ...FAIR!

[Sister says the final word, completed with tears in her eyes. Then she runs away crying, and to the treehouse and tearfully reports this to Mama and Papa about the boys not letting her into their clubhouse]

Papa Bear: [roars in frustration] YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT! IT ISN'T FAIR! IN FACT, IT IS FAIR FOR ME TO MAKE A TOTAL OUTRAGE! COME, MY DEAR! WE'RE GOING BACK THERE AND I'M MAKING THEM TAKE YOU INTO THEIR SILLY CLUB! AND IF THEY DON'T, I'M GOING TO WRECK THAT CLUBHOUSE LIMB FROM LIMB!

Sister Bear: RIGHT!

[After roaring in frustration, Papa grabs Sister by the hand and they head off from the treehouse and into the woods where the boys are building their clubhouse. He threatens to smash down the clubhouse into smithereens if the boys don't let Sister join in. Then he takes Sister by the hand and they both head off to the boys.]

Mama Bear: [stopping Papa from leaving with Sister, then escorting Sister down the treehouse front steps] I don't think that's the answer. Those boys are bring unfair. Sometimes boys act that way, so do girls, but whoever does it is wrong. The important thing is not whether you're a boy or girl, but the sort of person you are. Be that as it may, you can't make cubs play with you.

Sister Bear: No, but you can smash it down limb from limb! Come on, Papa!

Mama Bear: Wouldn't it be a better idea to form your own club and build a secret clubhouse of your own?

Sister Bear: Could I?

Papa Bear: Why not? I'd be glad to help. Why, can build it in the old climbing tree!

Sister Bear: Terrific! The first thing we'll need is a big sign that says "No Boys Allowed".

Mama Bear: No, the first thing you need is members.

Learn About Strangers

[Indeed, it is not tattling if someone is in trouble. Mama tells Brother why Sister reported this to her and Papa when Brother talked to a stranger.]

Mama Bear: Sister wasn't tattling. Tattling is just to be mean. Sister told us what happened because she loves you and she was worried.

Brother Bear: You think that guy was a bad apple?

Mama Bear: Probably not.

Sister Bear: That's right, but you have to be careful, just in case.

In the Dark

Sister Bear: What are you going to take out at the library today?

Brother Bear: Same thing I took out last time.

Sister Bear: I heard it! It went... [cowardly moaning like a ghost] ...ooooohhh, oooooohhhh, oooohhh!

Papa Bear: [angrily looking down at Brother] Well, there better not be anymore "ooh ooh ooh", or else it's going to be followed by some "ow, ow, ow!"

[During the night, Sister's fear of the dark causes disruption as the cubs' bedroom light keeps getting switched on and off...]

Sister Bear: Help!

[The lights go on]

Brother Bear: Can't sleep.

[The lights go off]

Sister Bear: Help!

[The lights go on again]

Brother Bear: Can't sleep.

[The lights go off again]

Sister Bear: Help!

[The lights go on yet again]

Brother Bear: Can't sleep!

[The lights go off yet again]

Sister Bear: Help!

[The lights go on]

Brother Bear: Can't sleep...

Forget their Manners

[Brother and Sister --to have bad manners or "forget their manners"-- begin starting with the name calling.]

Sister Bear: HEY! COME ON, SILLY HEAD! DIDN'T YOU HEAR MAMA?!

Brother Bear: I HEARD HER! STOP BEING SUCH A FUZZ BRAIN!

Sister Bear: YOU NOODLEPUSS!

Brother Bear: LAY OFF, LITTLE MINI!

[In the dining room, Brother and Sister are tugging over one honey jar]

Brother Bear: GIMME THAT!

Sister Bear: I HAD IT... FIRST!

Brother Bear: STOP GRABBING!

Mama Bear: [enters the dining room and sees Brother and Sister fighting over a honey jar] FOR GOODNESS SAKE! WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS?! There's plenty of honey for everyone.

Papa Bear: [interrupts] Your Mama, she is absolutely right!

Mama Bear: Thanks for your comment, Papa. But interrupting is number 6 on the rude chart. And the penalty is dusting the room.

[The chore for interrupting was "dusting the downstairs". That was number 6 on the chart. She hands Papa the feather duster. Instead of saying "Please" and "thank you", Papa tries to argue back.]

Papa Bear: [he is trying to argue with Mama even though he was interrupting, and it indeed was number 6 --and now he is "arguing back" or "not accepting the 'penalty' feedback"] But...!

Mama Bear: [to Papa when he did not say "Thank you for the duster"] You did not say, "Thank you for the duster". I am afraid that means after you are finished dusting (the room), you have to sweep the front steps (and that is penalty number 1). (And since you argued back, you --when you are finished sweeping the front steps-- have to clean Mama and Papa's bedroom --and that is penalty number 11.)

[Mama leaves the living room. Papa starts dusting the table with a feather duster.]

Sister Bear: [reading the chart] Rude noises, what does that mean?

Papa Bear: Oh you know, [blows raspberry]

Mama Bear: PENALTY NUMBER 7...!

Papa Bear: [names the penalty for the 7th rule; as shown on the "Bear Family Politeness Plan" rule list] WEED THE GARDEN!?

[So far, Papa has broken four rules. The first rule he broke was interrupting which was for number 6, the second he broke was not saying "Please" and "Thank you" when Mama handed him the duster and that was for number 1, the third was arguing back when he had to "sweep the front steps" and that was for number 11, and the fourth was making rude noises and that is for number 7. According to the rude chart, Papa has to dust the downstairs, sweep the front steps, pull the weeds from the garden, and argued back when he had to do the "dusting" chore.]

Brother Bear: This is serious. If we're not careful, we may end up doing all those chores (too).

[As for Papa --who forgot a "please" or a "thank you"-- he ended up doing the first penalty. That was "sweep the front steps". Not only there should've been a penalty for "forgetting a please or thank you", there also should've been a penalty for "arguing back" for number 11, one for number 12, and so on, and so on. While it is unknown what the penalty would've been for "arguing back", the penalty --or "chore"-- for that would've been to "clean your bedroom". It wasn't added. But it should have. And when Papa "argued back", it was penalty number 11. So, he would have had to clean his and Mama's room. Penalty number 12 would've had to be "clean the bathroom". The rude action for that would've been "Being selfish" --although that wasn't on the "rude chart". The "Being selfish" one would mean Brother and Sister would not share their things. As for the penalty on that, that would be "clean the bathroom". As a result, this would've been great penalties for numbers 11 and 12 --arguing back and being selfish-- in addition to the normal 10 which Mama made on the chart. As for Papa, he interrupted and had to dust the room, he didn't thank Mama for the duster and had to sweep the front steps, he argued back and had to clean his and Mama's bedroom, and he made rude noises and had to weed the garden. And they were numbers 1, 6, 7, and 11 on the rude chart.]

Papa Bear: [after accidentally crashing the car] WHY THAT PINHEADED FIDDLEBRAIN!

Sister Bear: Papa...?! That's name calling! (And it's number 4 on the rude chart!)

Mama Bear: (Penalty number 4!) You know what the penalty for that is!

Papa Bear: The worst penalty of all! [names the penalty for the 4th rule; that is, if you were caught name calling] Cleaning our entire cellar!

[This becomes the fourth rule that Papa broke from the rude chart. It was "name calling" and it was number 4. Before that, early from the episode, he broke four rules. It was interrupting, forgetting a "Please" and "Thank you", arguing back, and rude noises. The penalties for the other four was dusting the downstairs, sweeping the front steps, cleaning Mama and Papa's bedroom, and weeding the garden. Now he was caught name calling and the penalty is cleaning the entire cellar]

Driver: [angrily; to Papa after he accidentally bumped his car] YOU NO GOOD NINCOMPOOP! WHY I OUGHT TOO...!

The Truth

[After Brother and Sister accidentally break Mama's best lamp]

Mockingbird: [to Brother and Sister] Well, this is what I'm going to do! I'm gonna get the heck out of here! [flies away]

Brother Bear: Oh, my heavens. Here comes Mama!

Sister Bear: Oh, dear! What have we done?

Brother Bear: We could hide the lamp.

Sister Bear: There's no time!

Brother Bear: Well, we could at least hide the soccer ball.

Sister Bear: Hurry up! Here she comes! Hide it fast!

Mama Bear: Well, I'm back from my shopping. Did you have your milk and cookies? My lamp! My very best lamp! What just happened to it?

Brother Bear: Well, um...

Sister Bear: You see, it...

Brother Bear: It got broken.

Mama Bear: I know it got broken! How did it get broken?

Brother Bear: Well, it was a bird.

Sister Bear: A bird? Yes! A bird!

Brother Bear: That's right. A big purple bird with yellow feet.

Sister Bear: Yes, and a red head and green wingtips.

Brother Bear: And funny little red feathers sticking out of its head.

Mama Bear: This bird. Did it make any kind of sound?

Brother Bear: It squawked.

Sister Bear: It whistled.

Brother Bear: That's right. It squawked and whistled. Then it flew in the window, zoomed around the room and broke the lamp.

Mama Bear: Well, that was quite an experience.

Brother Bear and Sister Bear: Yes.

Papa Bear: Well, hello, group! How's every little----- [sees that Mama's best lamp is fully broken] HOLY CATFISH!! WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO MAMA'S BEST LAMP?!

Mama Bear: It's quite a story. Why don't you warn it to your papa?

Brother Bear: Well, there was this big green-headed yellow bird with purple feet.

Sister Bear: No! A red-headed purple bird with yellow feet.

Brother Bear: Yes, yes. A purple-headed green bird with red feet and yellow wingtips and green feathers growing out of it.

Sister Bear: No, no, no! A yellow-headed green bird with red feet and purple wingtips and...

Papa Bear: Just a moment, please! You had me confused. Now what was this? A yellow bird with green wingtips and purple feet or a purple bird with green wingtips and yellow feet or was it a white bird with black spots like that soccer ball behind my easy chair? Well, what have you done to say for yourselves?

Mama Bear: Now, Papa, don't be too hard on them. You see, I'm not so concerned about the lamp. We can always get another lamp or we can glue this one back together. What I'm mournful about is the thought that perhaps, just perhaps, my cubs whom I've always trusted aren't warning me the truth. And trust is not something you can put back together again once it's broken.

Sister Bear: It wasn't a bird. It was a soccer ball!

Brother Bear: And it was all my fault!

Sister Bear: It was just as much as my fault.

Get in a Fight

Brother Bear: SISTER?! GET YOUR DOPEY FEET OUT OF MY FACE!

Sister Bear: MY FEET ARE NOT DOPEY, GROUCHPUSS! AND THEY ARE NOT IN YOUR FACE!

Brother Bear: NOW HEAR THIS! GET YOUR DOPEY FACE OUT OF MY FACE!

Sister Bear: [still has her face in Brother's face] OH YEAH!? WELL, YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS DOPEY, BROTHER BEAR!

[Sister --with a smirk-- zips out of her bunk fast and runs in front of Brother. Then she tells Brother what she is going to do while he sits there like a big grump.]

Sister Bear: [smirking evilly] BECAUSE WHILE YOU SIT THERE LIKE A CLAUD, I AM GETTING INTO THE BATHROOM BEFORE YOU AND LOCKING THE DOOR! (YOU CAN HAVE A TURN --IF I LEAVE ANY TIME FOR YOU!)

[Sister --with an evil grin-- runs off to the bathroom. After she gets into it before Brother, she locks the door in front of him. Sister hogs the bathroom. Maybe the bear family should have kept the "Bear Family Politeness Plan" rules --which is a reference to the previous Season 2 episode "Forget Their Manners". After all, there was a penalty to each one. The penalty for "name calling" --which was number "10"-- and what Sister was doing to Brother was "Take out trash".]

Brother Bear: HEY, YOU CANNOT DO THAT! YOU LITTLE TWERP...! YOU BETTER UNLOCK THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW! IF YOU DO NOT UNLOCK THIS DOOR...!

[As Sister is taking a long time washing up, brushing her teeth and combing her fur, she --happily-- sings a song. She sings a song --while brushing her teeth-- and it is "The Mulberry Bush".]

Sister Bear: [sings] ♪ This is the way we brush our teeth, ♪

♪ Brush our teeth, brush our teeth, ♪

[Brother pauses banging on the bathroom door. He listens to Sister singing, then --in between outbursts-- notes and complains that she's singing.]

Brother Bear: [quietly and in between outbursts] She is singing!

Sister Bear: [singing] ♪ This is the way we brush our teeth, ♪

♪ So early in the morning. ♪

(♪ Here we go round the mulberry bush, ♪

♪ The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, ♪

♪ Here we go round the mulberry bush, ♪

♪ So early in the morning. ♪)

[Sister --pretending that she does not hear Brother's shouting and angrily banging on the door-- she --while brushing her teeth-- sings the same song The Mulberry Bush again.]

Sister Bear: [singing] ♪ This is the way we brush our teeth, ♪

♪ Brush our teeth, brush our teeth, ♪

♪ This is the way we brush our teeth, ♪

♪ So early in the morning. ♪

(♪ Here we go round the mulberry bush, ♪

♪ The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, ♪

♪ Here we go round the mulberry bush, ♪

♪ So early in the morning. ♪)

[Brother resumes outbursts.]

Brother Bear: IF YOU DO NOT UNLOCK THIS DOOR...!

[Papa angrily comes out of his bedroom.]

Papa Bear: [to Brother; angrily] What in the name of Bear Country is going on here?! (You know better than to shout at your sister!)

Brother Bear: You see, Papa...!

Papa Bear: WHAT KIND OF EXCUSE DO YOU HAVE?!

Sister Bear: Well, I like that. Some unauthorized person has been using my modeling clay.

[Sister furiously squishes the dinosaur clay into a lump of clay, angrily rolls it into a ball]

Brother Bear: It took me a week to make those! [angrily goes to the jigsaw puzzle] Well, what about my jigsaw puzzle that some little twerp has been putting together?!

[Brother angrily knocks down the puzzle pieces, everything tumbling down the floor]

Sister Bear: YOU NO-GOOD RAT! I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THAT PUZZLE FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS!

Brother Bear: What about my clay dinosaurs?! I was working on them for a school project!

Sister Bear: OH, YEAH? WELL, MY CLAY IS MY CLAY AND YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT!

Brother Bear: I have every right! You're always using my stuff: my skateboard, my hockey stick, my...!

Sister Bear: NEVER MIND ABOUT YOUR STUFF, YOU NO GOOD SWORD HEAD!

Brother Bear: You're the sword head, you little silly nit-wit!

Sister Bear: WHY, YOU OVERGROWN, YOU JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

Brother Bear: WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!

Papa Bear: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON UP THERE? I WANT THAT SHOUTING STOP THIS INSTANT! UNDERSTAND?!

Sister Bear: IT'S ALL HIS FAULT! HE CALLED ME NAMES!

Brother Bear: ALL MY FAULT?! IT'S ALL HER FAULT!

Papa Bear: [angrily roars in frustration] I DON'T CARE WHOSE FAULT IT IS! I WANT THIS FIGHTING AND BICKERING STOP! STOP, YOU HEAR?!

[More about the "Bear Family Politeness Plan", the cubs broke two rules in the story --including "forgetting a 'Please' and 'Thank You'" --regarding to the breakfast table in the morning, "reaching at the table", and "name calling".]

[Papa Bear, Brother Bear, and Sister Bear are yelling and shouting angrily and Mama whistles to stop them.]:

Sister Bear: I didn't know you whistle that loud, Mama.

Mama Bear: Well, I can. And I can also tell you I have quite enough of this foolish fighting.

[Instead of threatening to return the "Bear Family Politeness Plan" rules and rule list, Mama actually calms them down.]

Mama Bear: Why, I do not think you two can remember what you are fighting about.

[Then Mama picks up the cubs, sits down on her armchair, and hugs Brother and Sister on her lap.]

The Trouble with Friends

[As Lizzy is teaching the alphabet to the pretend class. The pretend school pointer Lizzy has is revealed to be a stick or twig.]

Sister Bear: NOW JUST A MINUTE! WHO SAID THAT YOU WERE GOING TO BE THE TEACHER?! WHEN I PLAY SCHOOL, I AM THE TEACHER! AND NOT ONLY THAT! I ALREADY KNOW THE ALPHABET!

Lizzy: [to Sister] SISTER BEAR...!? IF YOU DO NOT SIT DOWN THIS VERY MINUTE, I AM GOING TO KEEP YOU AFTER SCHOOL!

Sister Bear: Is that so?

[As Sister Bear is talking to Lizzy --and threatening her about the pointer stick-- she pokes Lizzy on the belly and waist --saying the threats one by one.]

Sister Bear: [poking --with her accusing/threatening finger-- on Lizzy's belly] Well, if you do not give me that pointer (so I can be the teacher), I am going to keep you after school!

Lizzy: OH NO, YOU'RE NOT!

Sister Bear: OH YES, I AM!

[Sister Bear grabs the pointer from Lizzy. Then they both wrestle for the pointer stick. All of a sudden, the stick snaps in half. Then the scene turns to Sister and Lizzy. And they each have a half of the stick --as Sister had broken it.]

Lizzy: NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU BROKE MY BEST POINTER!

[Now that Lizzy's pointer stick is too far gone --thanks to Sister who broke it because she was fighting with her as she wanted the stick to be "The teacher"-- Lizzy then means, "How are you going to fix this?" --after furiously saying to Sister that she broke it-- and then means that Sister broke her best pointer and should owe Lizzy a new pointer stick.]

Sister Bear: WELL, HERE! KEEP YOUR OLD POINTER! (HERE IS YOUR DOPEY POINTER BACK!)

[Sister throws the pointer stick down in front of Lizzy's feet.]

Sister Bear: I AM NEVER GOING TO PLAY WITH YOU AGAIN! (NEVER, AS LONG AS I LIVE!)

Lizzie: SISTER'S MAD, AND I'M GLAD!

Sister Bear: LIZZIE-LIZZIE IN A TIZZY!

NOTE: This is the only appearance of Lizzie Bruin in the series.