Bongo Rock

Transcript for Bongo Rock
Narrator: It was a typical Tuesday in the basement lair of Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy.

(Scene: Chuck’s mom’s basement. Chuck is sitting on his couch eating a sandwich and watching TV.)

Announcer: We now return to Dollars for Dollars, the game show where contestants trade dollars for other dollars.

Chuck’s mother: (offscreen) Chuckie!

Chuck: Oh come on, ma, I’m watching my program.

Chuck’s mother: (offscreen) But there’s some mail for you.

Chuck: Mail? For me?

(He gobbles up the rest of his sandwich, then runs to the top of the stairs where his mother is holding a package. He takes it from her.)

Chuck: Thanks, ma. Mail, mail, mail, mail, mail, mail, mail, mail, mail!

(He chants this excitedly as he goes back down to his couch. He opens the package quickly.)

Chuck: Whoa! A radio?-- who would send me a radio? Hm. There’s no name on this-- oooh! Maybe I have a secret admirer! Who could it be?

(He stares into space for a while without saying anything.)

Narrator: Psst-- Chuck... can you  ponder  that question later? We’ve got a show to get off the ground.

Chuck: Right, I’m sorry. Okay--

(He turns the radio on. The voice of Mr. Big comes on, but Chuck doesn’t recognize it.)

Mr. Big: (voice) Hello, and welcome back to Radio Tough Guy, radio for tough guys and their immediate family. Now, a word from our sponsor. (brief pause) Are you really mighty, but don’t always show it? Would you like to become  mightier  than you already are?

Chuck: Hmm… I think so!

Mr. Big: (voice) Are you sick and tired of WordGirl always getting in your way?

Chuck: Yeah!

Mr. Big: (voice) A-a-and do you hate it when your mom irons your socks?

Chuck: Yes! They get all stiff and crinkly!

Mr. Big: (voice) If you answered yes to any of these questions, then you’re ready to become… more  mighty !

Chuck: (clapping his hands) Oh boy! What do I do?

Mr. Big: (voice) I bet you’re wondering what you should do. Why, the best way for you to feel more  mighty  is to go do something BIG and DRAMATIC! Something like, oh, I don’t know, disabling all the security cameras at City Hall.

Chuck: Yeah, I could do that.

Mr. Big: (voice) Wonderful! Now, get going! We now return to our regularly scheduled musical program, "Bongos 'Til Dawn". For tough guys.

(The sound of bongos comes over the radio.)

Chuck: Wow, this is great! Look out world-- and WordGirl! Here comes the  mighty  Chuck, again! Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh! He-he-he-he! Bye, ma. I’ll be back later.

(He has left the basement, and walks out the door and gets into the car.)

Chuck’s mother: While you’re out, can you get me a couple things from the store?

Chuck: I already left, Ma, I can’t hear you! (to himself)  Mighty  villains do not run errands!

(He leaves in the car. Nearby we see a white van parked with a satellite dish on top. Inside the van, Mr. Big watches Chuck leave.)

Mr. Big: Ha-ha, Chuck! So easily deceived. Go and do my bidding! Soon what I want will be MINE! And then the city will know how truly  mighty  Mr. Big truly is! Truly! (plays the bongos)

Narrator: Meanwhile, at City Hall…

(Scene: City Hall. Becky and Bob are standing in a line of people waiting.)

Becky: Look, I know you’re a supermonkey, but rules are rules. In this city, all pets have to have a license.

(Bob waves her off.)

Becky: It’s so if you get lost, people will know where you live.

(Bob complains.)

Animal License Lady: NEXT!

Becky: Hi. Um, I need to get a license for my pet. (Points to Bob.)

Animal License Lady: Dog or llama?

Becky: He’s a monkey.

Animal License Lady: So… llama then?

Becky: Ugh… it’s gonna be a long episode.

(A crowd of people run by, screaming.)

Becky: This sounds like a job for WordGirl and Captain Huggy Face! (They go off camera.)

(We then see the view from a security camera. Chuck walks in front of it and points his condiment ray at it, and covers it with ketchup.)

Chuck: He-he-he-he! You know, that announcer was right? I feel much more  mighty  already!

(He points the ray at another camera, but WordGirl and Huggy fly in front of it. Huggy catches the ketchup in his mouth.)

Chuck: Not surprising to see you here.

WordGirl: Just give it up, Chuck! Whatever you’re doing, Captain Huggy Face and I are going to stop you! (pause) What exactly are you doing anyway?

Chuck: I’m disabling the security cameras to feel more-- oh, what’s the word? Moody? Oh, I just said it.

WordGirl: Do you mean  mighty ?

Chuck: Wh-what does that mean?

WordGirl: Oh! Well, it means having great power, skill or strength, like that condiment ray is  mightier  than those security cameras.

Chuck: Right,  mighty ! That’s the word the radio man used!

WordGirl: The radio man?

Chuck: Never mind. Here, WordGirl, have a little "horseradish surprise"!

(He shoots the sauce at them, then covers the other cameras with it.)

Chuck: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! (He runs off.)

WordGirl: He got away! Did you see which way he went, Huggy?

(Huggy chatters something in a tone that sounds like “no”.)

(Scene: Back at Chuck’s basement.)

Chuck: Heh-heh! Not only did I destroy the security cameras, but I also got away from WordGirl and her hairy sidekick! Ooh, and I stopped at the dry cleaners on the way. Boy, what a productive afternoon! Let’s see what Mr. Radio has to say now!

(He turns the radio back on. The bongos are playing.)

Mr. Big: (voice) Woo! So, feeling more  mighty  because you just accomplished a huge task like, oh, I don’t know, disabling all the security cameras at City Hall and getting away from WordGirl?

Chuck: How oddly specific, but yeah! I do!

Mr. Big: (voice) Great! Now how would you like to feel even more  mighty ?

Chuck: Sure!

Mr. Big: (voice) Why it’s easy! All you have to do is go back to City Hall, tie up all the security guards, then the building will be completely defenseless!

Chuck: Huh? It’s kinda similar to what I just did. Let me think about it for a minute…

Mr. Big: (voice) Oh, come on! This is no time to  ponder . The only thing standing in your way of feeling really, really  mighty  are some lousy security guards. You’re not going to let them stop you, are you?

Chuck: No, I guess not. Boy, you sure have got a thing for City Hall!

Mr. Big: (voice) Oh-oh, a-a-and now, uh, m-m-more bongos!

(The bongos play again. Chuck scratches his head and walks off.)

(Scene: Back at City Hall. WordGirl and Huggy are still brushing themselves off.)

WordGirl: But why would Chuck disable the security cameras and then just leave? Hmm… maybe if we  ponder  it for a bit, we’ll come up with an answer.

(They both stand there silent for a while, thinking to themselves.)

Narrator: Uh, guys?

WordGirl: Yeah?

Narrator: We’re kind of grinding to a halt here.

WordGirl: Well, we’re  ponder ing the situation.

Narrator: Oh. Okay, got it. Uh, might this be a good point in the episode to explain what  ponder  means?

WordGirl: Oh, okay, yeah! To  ponder  something means to think about it deeply and thoroughly before you act. Like, when you had a hard time deciding what to give Huggy for his birthday last year, you  ponder ed that decision for a long time.

Narrator: Yes, and rainbow suspenders was definitely the way to go!

(Huggy looks upset.)

WordGirl: Mhm.

(Nearby, Chuck is seen locking the security guards inside a closet.)

Chuck: There, he-he-he! Yeah.

(He shuts the door and turns around. WordGirl and Huggy are standing there.)

Chuck: You didn’t just see that, did you?

WordGirl: Yeah.

Chuck: Oh. We-we-well, it doesn’t matter, because I’m  mightier  now than I ever was before!

(He shoots condiments at them, but they dodge it.)

Chuck: How's it feel to battle someone  mightier  than you?

WordGirl: You tell ME!

Chuck: I will, once you’re immobilized in ten thousand island dressing… (in a soft voice) my own recipe, you know.

(He fires it at them, coating them a thick layer of dressing.)

Chuck: Ha-ha-ha-ha! (singing) I’m  mightier  than yoooou! Look, time to go! So long, Weak Girl! And, Captain… Weaky Face! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! (takes off)

Narrator: And… we’re back at City Hall again.

(Scene: Later at City Hall. WordGirl and Huggy are building a wooden box around the building. Huggy is motioning where she should place the pieces.)

WordGirl: Ha! Ah, there. All boarded up. There’s no way Chuck’s getting in there now!

(The ground shakes around them.)

WordGirl: Unless he goes underground. C’mon!

(She picks up Huggy and then plows through the ground. Meanwhile, Chuck comes through the floor of a basement storage room, wearing a glowing pair of gloves.)

Chuck: Wow, these sandwich-warming gloves melt the dirt like nobody’s business! (He looks around) There it is!

(Chuck walks toward a pedestal with a gold case sitting on it.)

Chuck: It’s just like the radio announcer said. Once I steal this, I’ll finally show WordGirl how big and strong and  MIGHTY  I really am!

(Suddenly there is a whistling sound behind him.)

Chuck: Heh-heh-heh. Well, well, welcome to the basement, Word-- hey! You’re not WordGirl…

Mr. Big: You’re right! I’m not. I’m Mr. Big, and I’ve come for my prize-- that gold case!

Chuck: W-w-wait, how do you know about this case?

Mr. Big: Do these look familiar? (He holds up the bongos he was playing)

Chuck: No.

Mr. Big: Oh right, it was radio. Do these-- sound familiar? (He starts playing the bongos)

Chuck: (gasps) You!

Mr. Big: Heh-heh. That’s right, I am the radio announcer who’s been talking to you this whole time.

Chuck: You used me! To get this case!

Mr. Big: Well, you used me too, Chuckie! Didn’t you feel more  mighty  because of all this?

Chuck: Well, yeah…

Mr. Big: You got that all for free, my little friend!

(Huggy lands behind him, and WordGirl floats down.)

WordGirl: Hold it right there, Ch-- Mr. Big?

Mr. Big: That’s right, WordG-- ow, cramp, cramp! I have been crammed inside a van all day--

WordGirl: Why?

Mr. Big: Well, usually I have to resort to mind control to get what I want, but with Chuck here, good old fashioned advertising and false promises did the trick!

Chuck: Thanks.

WordGirl: All I know is it’s been a very long day, so let’s just get this over with. Alright? Huggy!

(Huggy leaps up to attack them, but Chuck fires a blast of mustard at him, knocking him back. He then fires mustard at WordGirl, trapping her as well.)

Chuck: Chuckie-boo’s still  mighty !

(Mr. Big grabs the case and runs for the tunnel.)

Chuck: So hold it right there, Mr. Big! No one makes a fool of Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy! Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!

(He aims his condiment ray at Mr. Big, but nothing happens.)

Chuck: I’m out of mustard? Oh, that’s a bummer.

Mr. Big: Aww, don’t feel so bad, Chuck-- no wait, you should feel bad! You lost! Hey-hey! Adios!

Chuck: You know what? I’d rather go to jail than see you get away!

(Chuck brings his sandwich-warming gloves over to WordGirl and Huggy, and melts away the mustard that is holding them.)

Mr. Big: Wait, no! What are you doing?

WordGirl: He’s doing the right thing!

Chuck: Hey, he was talking to me.

WordGirl: Sorry, I got excited.

Chuck: Whatever, just get him!

(WordGirl flies over and grabs Mr. Big before he can escape.)

WordGirl: Nuh-uh-uh!

(Mr. Big drops the gold case.)

Mr. Big: Ah! Hey! Put me down!

(She drops him to the ground, and Huggy pushes a crate underneath him. He falls into it.)

Mr. Big: Hey, you don’t know your own strength!

WordGirl: You got it.

(Chuck puts the lid on the crate.)

WordGirl: Looks like your plan had one fatal flaw, Mr. Big-- you forgot you’re not as  mighty  as WordGirl and Captain Huggy Face!  Ponder  THAT while you’re in jail!

Chuck: We’re not ending the episode before we see what’s in the case, are we?

WordGirl: No way! Let’s crack this baby open.

(WordGirl opens the case, and holds up the contents.)

WordGirl: It’s a-- key to the city? You went through all this trouble for a key to the city? It doesn’t really open anything, you know.

Mr. Big: (from inside the crate) I know, but I always wanted one, okay? They're so big and shiny-- I like big and shiny things!

WordGirl: Well, it’s really easy to get one. I’ve got like forty of them. All you have to do is do something good for the city!

Mr. Big: (inside the crate) It's easier to steal one. Or trick him to steal one. Uh, that reminds me, what are you doing next Thursday?

Chuck: Nothing, why?

(WordGirl pushes the crate with Mr. Big inside.)

WordGirl: Come on.

Mr. Big: (to Chuck) Um, um, I’ll call you!

Narrator: So once again, WordGirl and her little monkey friend have saved the city from the evil and sometimes  mighty  Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy.

(We see another image of the security camera like before, only this time Chuck is cleaning the condiments off of it with a rag.)

Chuck: Ooh. This punishment is a lot harder than I thought. But maybe if I do it well enough, they’ll give ME a key to the city! Mmm.

(Becky and Bob walk by Chuck as he stands on a ladder cleaning the cameras.)

Narrator: Hey Chuck? Less  ponder ing, more working.

Chuck: Alright, alright!

(Becky and Bob once again step up to the animal licensing window.)

Becky: Hi there! Remember us? We’re here for a monkey license.

Animal License Lady: Here’s a ferret license. Best I can do.

Becky: We’ll take it. (They walk off)

Narrator: So, tune in next week to watch WordGirl and her ferret sidekick--

(Bob come back into the scene and complains to the narrator.)

Narrator: --in another action-packed episode of WordGirl!

(In the closing scene, Huggy and WordGirl are in the spaceship hideout. WordGirl is sitting on a chair while Huggy sits on an ottoman playing bongos, wearing a pair of shades.)