♫Every day, when you're walking down the street♫ ♫Everybody that you meet has an original point of view♫ (laughing) ♫And I say, hey♫ Hey!

♫What a wonderful kind of day♫ ♫If we could learn to work and play♫ ♫And get along with each other♫ ♫You got to listen to your heart, listen to the beat♫ ♫Listen to the rhythm, the rhythm of the street♫ ♫Open up your eyes, open up your ears♫ ♫Get together and make things better by working together♫ ♫It's a simple message, and it comes from the heart♫ ♫Believe in yourself♫ ♫ Believe in yourself ♫ ♫For that's the place to start♫ ♫ Place to start ♫ ♫ And I say, hey ♫ Hey!

Hey!

♫ What a wonderful kind of day ♫ ♫ If we could learn to work and play♫ ♫And get along with each other ♫ Hey!

♫ What a wonderful kind of day ♫ Hey!

♫ What a wonderful kind of day ♫ Hey!

ARTHUR (on TV): Hey, D.W.!

Hey!

Whoa!

(loud thud) (letters shattering) ARTHUR: Pets are a lot smarter than we think.

It didn't take long for Pal to learn how to fetch.

Thanks, but I don't need a stick.

Really, Pal, I've got all the sticks I need.

Hey, Dad!

I just taught Pal to fetch.

ARTHUR: And then I trained him how to speak.

(barking) What is it, boy?

What are you trying to say?

(barking) (barks) Hey, Mom!

I just taught Pal how to say he's hungry.

But looking back on it, I wonder if I was teaching him those things... Wag your tail.

Wag your tail, Pal.

Good doggie!

...or if he was teaching me.

(barking) Aww... You just have to relax, Buster.

It's easy to catch a football.

(cat yowls) I'm just no good at this.

Oh!

But you're pretty good at that.

You've caught falling cats before.

Now if we can just make it into a sport.

♫Oh, the hip bone's connected to the... leg bone♫ ♫And the leg bone's connected to the...♫ (cat meows) Kitty?

(purring) Kitty!

Oh, Kitty!

I found a kitty!

Actually, Buster found her.

Well, she found Buster.

But she loves me, and I love her.

Can I keep her?

Can she keep me?

I don't know, D.W.

Her owner is probably looking for her.

But Dad... ARTHUR: If you lost a pet, you'd want someone to find it and bring it back to you, right?

(Pal sniffing) Not if it smelled like Pal.

You're my kitty-witty-huggy-wums.

D.W.: Yes, you are, mm-hmm.

Yes, you are.

(cat meows) (cat purring) ARTHUR: Well, I think we've covered the whole neighborhood.

For D.W.'s sake, I hope no one calls.

Or I'll call you Catty-Watty-Wiggy-Wuggy-Bug.

Or Cutie-Pootie-Bitty-Kitty- Yum-Yum.

Or... Hey, where are you going?

I think she's headed for the litter box we put in the laundry room.

That's where she goes to the bathroom.

Ah, she's so smart!

Nighty-night, Snookie-Ookie.

Have sweet kitty dreams.

(giggling) Kitty, those are toes, not chicken tenders.

Okay, Lovey-Wuvvy-Purry-Furface.

You just sleep right up here next to me on the pillow.

(tongue lapping) Yech!

You have tuna breath!

And your tongue is like sandpaper!

How about I make you your own nice little bed?

(meows) (firmly): Stay here.

(yawns) What part of "stay here" don't you understand?

(cat yowls) (D.W. groans) MRS. READ: D.W., kittens have lots of energy and they like to play at night.

I found that out.

All night.

Maybe you can train her, like I trained Pal.

Okay.

Kitty, sit.

Roll over.

Pay no attention to me.

Well, that one worked.

Maybe it would be for the best if her owner calls.

No!

She's mine!

All mine.

(yawns deeply) Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!

Where are you?

We've looked everywhere.

Are you sure you have a cat?

Look, Emily.

A clue.

D.W.: Kitty?

Are you down here?

Maybe we should go back up, where it's lighter.

(D.W. yelling) (Emily yelling) (meows) EMILY: Okay, I believe you have a cat.

Can I go home now?

(yawning) Ahh... a good night's sleep.

At last.

And Pretty-Kitty-Witty still sleepy-weepy-deepy.

This might work out after all.

(fabric ripping) (screaming) (cat mews softly) D.W.: Arthur, I'm telling you, she's not a normal cat.

Well, I guess you could say she is a little frisky.

A little frisky?

Mom had to sew my whole room back together.

She's still a kitten.

She'll calm down when she grows up.

What's that movie?

"The Cat Strikes at Night."

"The classic tale of fear of felines."

Trust me.

You don't want to see it.

MRS. READ: D.W., there's nothing to be scared of.

The cat's staying in the laundry room.

D.W.: Good.

Does she have enough food?

Two big bowls.

And it's not too chilly down there, is it?

It's nice and warm.

Okay.

Not that I care.

D.W., if no one calls to claim the kitten, maybe we should bring her to an animal shelter.

A shelter?!

Or maybe we can find someone to adopt her and give her a nice home... without curtains or fabric.

But she's my kitty!

Sweetie, I know this has been hard for you, but let's just get through tonight.

Are you sure the laundry room is locked up tight?

Wait.

Maybe you should bring her something to sleep on.

Sweet dreams.

Good night, kitty.

(purring) (door squeaks closed) D.W.: Here, kitty-kitty-kitty!

(making kissing noises) Where'd she go?

(cat meows) I could have sworn I heard her meow around here.

Poor wittle thing!

She must be afwaid.

Here, little Dubuyuh, Wubuyuh!

Come to Kitty!

(yowls) (screams) Aah!

Oh, it was just a dream.

(meows) (whimpering) (yelling) (yelling) (low piano notes playing) ARTHUR: D.W.?

MR. READ: D.W.?

Sweetheart?

Are you okay?

I'm in a movie!

A scary cat movie!

Save me!

(Pal barking) MRS. READ: It's all right, D.W. You must have had a bad dream.

(doorbell rings, Pal yips) No!

Don't answer it!

It's probably more cats!

Good evening.

Did you by any chance find a lost kitten?

I do hope I'm not intruding at so late an hour.

Oh, no.

We were just running around and listening to a kitten play the piano, like most nights.

Dr. Fugue?

This is your cat?

Yes.

Though she's not the finest piano student.

No, you're not, are you, you Fur Elise?

Furry Leese?

Fur.

Elise.

Named for Beethoven's lovely piece.

(playing "Fuür Elise") I've been away at the Mozarteum Academy in Austria.

Just got back and found her missing.

Was Furry here long?

Just a couple of days.

D.W.: Fur Elise is one scary, crazy kitty.

DR. FUGUE: I find that music soothes the savage beast.

Particularly this one.

D.W.: Wait a minute.

I was playing my xylophone when she showed up.

See?

She even likes out-of-tune toy music.

Okay, Furry.

Time to go home.

But... but... D.W., Furry already has a home.

But you can come visit her as often as you like...

If you agree to learn to play that instrument a little more melodiously.

(sighs) It's a start.

I suppose one must make one's peace with cacophony.

access.wgbh.org ♫Every day when you're walking down the street♫ ♫And everybody that you meet♫ ♫Has an original point of view♫ ♫And I say, hey♫ ♫Hey!♫ ♫What a wonderful kind of day♫ ♫If we could learn to work and play♫ ♫And get along with each other♫ ♫Hey!♫ ♫What a wonderful kind of day♫ ♫Hey!♫ ♫What a wonderful kind of day♫ ♫Hey!♫