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This is a transcript of the Dragon Tales episode "Emmy's Dream House" from season one, which aired on September 23, 1999.

Dialogue[]

  • [Max is at the playoom window looking through his telescope.]
  • Max: There it is, Emmy.
  • Emmy: Oh, let me see.
  • [She looks through and sees two girls building a treehouse.]
  • Emmy: Oh, Max. It's just what I've always wanted: A treehouse!
  • Max: Me too! Let's build one!
  • Emmy: Mom and Dad can help us do it this weekend!
  • Max: This weekend? I can't wait that long! I know where we can do it now!
  • [He opens the secret drawer and gets out the box containing the magic dragon scale; they hold it.]
  • Emmy and Max: I wish, I wish, with all my heart, to fly with dragons in a land apart.
  • [The wallpaper dragons spin around them and they disappear; in Dragon Land, Ord and Cassie are having a picnic when the kids appear nearby.]
  • Max: Hi, Ord!
  • Emmy: Hi, Cassie!
  • Ord: Max! Give your big buddy a hug! [He trips on the blanket and his face falls into a dragonberry pie.]
  • Max: That's okay, Ord. I like dragonberry hugs. [He hugs Ord's messy face, getting pie filling on his face, and he laughs.]
  • Cassie: Sit down, Emmy. Join our picnic.
  • Emmy: Thanks, Cassie, but we've come to build a treehouse!
  • Ord: A tree house? What a great idea!
  • [The ground rumbles; Zak and Wheezie pop out of a knuckerhole wearing a raincoat and matching hats.]
  • Emmy: Zak, Wheezie!
  • [They land in front of them as the hats land on their feet]
  • Wheezie: Uh! It's coming this way!
  • Zak: Hurry! Get in your caves!
  • Emmy: What's coming?
  • [They sit up as the hats land on their heads.]
  • Zak: Didn't you hear? There's an icky, sticky...
  • Wheezie: ... purple goo cloud coming!
  • Max: Cool!
  • Cassie: It's not cool. It's warm and sticky.
  • Ord: And it rains purple goo out of the sky and gets all over everything, and it's harder to get off than bubble gum! And it smells real bad! P.U.!
  • Cassie: Come on, Ord! We better pack up our picnic and go home!
  • Emmy: Wait! I know how we can stay out of the bad weather and still have a great time.
  • All others: How?
  • Emmy: Build a treehouse.
  • Wheezie: Ooh, I just loooooove treehouses! They're so trees-y! [laughs and snorts]
  • Ord: And it can be our clubhouse.
  • Max: We can have secret meetings.
  • Wheezie: And a special song. [blows a horn in Zak's ear]
  • Cassie: We can even have our picnic inside it!
  • Ord: Let's start now before the icky, sticky goo cloud comes.
  • [Changes to them traversing a forest of many trees.]
  • Max: I like that one.
  • Ord: How about that big cookie tree? We'd always have lots to eat.
  • Emmy: [pauses and spots one particular tree] This is a great tree. [climbs it] We can build a tree house right here.
  • Wheezie: Well, okay, but don't you think it should be higher so we can dive out and do somersaults in the air?
  • Zak: She means lower so if we fall out, it won't hurt so much.
  • Emmy: [measures the branches] No. This is the spot, definitely!
  • Cassie: Uh... Why do you get to decide, Emmy?
  • Emmy: Trust me. This is perfect. You're gonna love it. Hand me a board, will you, Ord?
  • Wheezie: But the tree house is for all of us.
  • Max: Yeah. It's no fun if you tell us what to do.
  • [Suddenly, the tree sprouts a face.]
  • Sid Sycamore: Hey, what am I? Chopped lumber? [He laughs.] Don't I have a say in this?
  • [Everyone gasps as Zak and Wheezie drop the boards.]
  • Emmy: Who are you?
  • Sid: Sid Sycamore. Hey, glad to meet youse. [Emmy shakes his branch]
  • Max: A talking tree?
  • Sid Sycamore: I suppose you thought trees could only... bark? [laughs loudly] Bark... I slay me!
  • [Everyone else laughs as Sid sheds leaves.]
  • Wheezie: That's a tree joke! Get it? Tree bark! I looooove it!
  • Sid: Heh-heh-heh, oh yeah, seriously though. You really should ask before you build a tree house in someone's branches.
  • Emmy: Oh, sorry. Can we?
  • Sid: Hey, it's fine with me. You're welcome here, you know? But it's not just me you should be asking. I meant, ask your friends.
  • Emmy: I guess I was so excited about building a treehouse, I didn’t think to ask what any of you wanted.
  • Max: [with his arms crossed] You sure didn’t.
  • Zak: Yeah. Sometimes Wheezie gets so excited, she doesn’t hear a word I’m saying.
  • Wheezie: Yeah. And sometimes I gets so excited, I don’t hear a word Zak’s saying.
  • Zak: I just said that!
  • Emmy: You can all have whatever you want.
  • Ord: Oh, boy! I want a toy drawer to put all my stuff in!
  • Max: And I want a place for my telescope!
  • Cassie: Um, I'd like to have a bookshelf for my picture books.
  • [A dark purple cloud rolls in.]
  • Ord: It's the icky, sticky purple goo clouds!
  • Emmy: Come on, everyone! We've got to finish the treehouse before the clouds get here!
  • [Some time later, the tree house is fully constructed. Emmy is painting the outside walls red; Zak and Wheezie construct a black and white staircase resembling piano keys.]
  • Sid Sycamore: Hey! Quit ticklin' my funny branch!
  • [He laughs loudly and sheds more leaves. Emmy checks on the stairs.]
  • Zak: Emmy, how do you like the steps Wheezie and I made?
  • Wheezie: We've even thought of a secret musical password.
  • [She plays "Shave and a Haircut" on the steps, with Zak's triangle making up the final two notes.]
  • Wheezie: Looooooove it!
  • Emmy: It's great. But red steps would go better with the rest of the treehouse, don't you think?
  • [She pours a can of red paint all over the stairs, some of it gets on Wheezie's foot.]
  • Wheezie: [angrily] No! You said we could have--
  • Zak: Whatever we want, and--
  • Wheezie: We want black and white!
  • Emmy: Oops. Sorry. I guess I forgot to ask again, didn't I?
  • [Zak and Wheezie are angry as Emmy enters the treehouse where everyone is setting up their things. Cassie is setting up her bookshelf.]
  • Cassie: Let's see. Where should I put my picture book on flying? Right there. [The book flies into place] How do you like my new bookshelf, Emmy?
  • Emmy: It looks nice, Cassie. It would look better with these flowers on it. [takes out a flowerpot with flowers in it]
  • Cassie: But those are your flowers!
  • Emmy: Yeah.
  • Cassie: And they're too tall!
  • Emmy: I know.
  • [Emmy takes all of Cassie's books off the shelf and lowers the middle shelf to the bottom. She then puts the books cover side down with two stacked up in the middle and puts the flowerpot on top of them.]
  • Emmy: Perfect!
  • Cassie: But...my books!
  • [She starts crying and shrinks.]
  • Emmy: Oh, Cassie, I'm sorry I made you feel bad! [Cassie runs off] I can't believe I forgot to ask what she wanted.
  • Max: Emmy, take a look through my telescope!
  • [Ord is getting his toy chest set up; Max has put his telescope near the window.]
  • Max: You can see the Stickleback Mountains.
  • Ord: And check out my... my... [grunts trying to close it but can't] ...toy drawer. Neat, huh?
  • Emmy: Yeah! And this is a great spot for our play rug.
  • [She unfolds the rug; it causes Max's telescope to fall and covers the toy chest a bit at the corner.]
  • Emmy: We'll only have to move your stuff a little bit, okay?
  • Ord: I guess.
  • [She pushes the toy chest off the rug into the wall and moves the telescope to the opposite side.]
  • Emmy: That's better.
  • Max: No, it isn’t! You didn’t leave room for my telescope!
  • Ord: And I can’t play with my toy drawer in the corner because there’s not enough room!
  • Cassie: [aggravated] And you made my bookshelf the way you wanted it!
  • Wheezie: And Zaky and I didn’t like how you repainted our steps!
  • Zak: Or our toenails! [Wheezie shows the paint on her foot]
  • Wheezie: [wryly] Actually, I thought the toenails were kinda pretty.
  • Max: [carrying his telescope] You’re not being nice, Emmy!
  • Wheezie: Come on, everyone! Let’s go build our own treehouse!
  • Zak: The way we want it!
  • [Everyone except Emmy leaves]
  • Emmy: I was just trying to make the treehouse better, that's all!
  • [They all leave with their stuff; Zak and Wheezie takes the staircase, leaving Emmy in the treehouse]
  • Emmy: Have it your way! I'll just build my own treehouse!
  • [So she tries to build a ladder herself, but it breaks.]
  • Emmy: Oh, this is no fun.
  • Sid: Hey, maybe a tree joke will cheer you up! Why did the tree cross the road? Give up? He had to "leaf!" Get it? Tree? Leaf? Ha ha! [He laughs, and leaves fall out; Emmy does not answer.] So, friend troubles, huh?
  • Emmy: Yeah. They're mad. I didn't let them do what they wanted.
  • Sid: Well, if you choose all the colors and decide where everything should go, what's left for your friends to do?
  • Emmy: They can, uh... Not much, I guess. Maybe I'd better help them put things back the way they wanted.
  • Sid: Hey, now you're barkin' up the right tree!
  • [Rumbling is heard; the purple goo clouds are coming closer.]
  • Sid: Hey, you better hurry. The purple goo clouds are almost here!
  • [Emmy runs off; the others are at the other side of the forest carrying their things when Emmy catches up.]
  • Emmy: Wait up! [They stop; she sighs] I guess I wasn't very good at listening and letting you do what you wanted. It's just that I get really excited about my own ideas. But it's no fun building a treehouse without my friends. Can we finish it together? Please?
  • Ord: Sure!
  • Wheezie: Of course!
  • Max: Let's do it!
  • Emmy: Come on, Cassie. We can fix your bookshelf just the way you wanted. And, Max, where do you want that telescope?
  • [Much later, the treehouse is being finished the way everyone wants it. Max and Ord roll out the rug and Emmy builds the roof. More rumbling as the purple goo clouds come closer and everyone notices.]
  • Sid: Uh-oh! The purple goo clouds are almost here! And that's no joke.
  • Emmy: Help me get the roof on, Ord!
  • [Ord flies down and gets the roof.]
  • Cassie: Wait! I don't think that roof is going to work!
  • Emmy: Sure it will! [realizes] Oops. Why not?
  • [The clouds come closer; Ord tries to get the roof in place.]
  • Wheezie: There's no time to talk about it!!
  • Zak: Put the roof on!! Hurry!!
  • Cassie: Emmy, I really think the umbrella will make a much better roof. It's curved and--
  • [Purple goo begins to sprinkle down.]
  • Wheezie: The goo's coming down!!!
  • Zak: Quick!! Get inside before we get all slimy and snotty!!!
  • [The goo begins raining hard and everyone gets inside the treehouse. The goo piles up atop the roof higher and higher; some of it begins to seep through the cracks.]
  • Ord: Oh, no! It's cracking!!
  • Max: The goo is coming in!!
  • Cassie: That's what I was trying to tell you! Goo doesn't run off like rainwater! It sticks, and when it piles up too high, it'll break the roof!
  • Zak: It's gonna cave in on us! We're gonna be dragon pancakes! [puts on a scuba mask] Abandon treehouse! Two-headed dragons first!
  • Emmy: Isn't there anything we can do, Cassie?!
  • Cassie: We can put up my umbrella, but we'll have to take this roof off!
  • Ord: Let's do it!
  • [More goo piles up.]
  • Cassie: Ord, get ready to toss the roof off when I tell you! Everybody, grab the umbrella!
  • [Everyone takes hold of the umbrella; more goo seeps inside.]
  • Cassie: One, two, three, go!
  • [Ord pushes the roof off and the umbrella pops open, covering the treehouse and protecting everything inside from the goo.]
  • Wheezie: Hooray! Cassie's umbrella roof is working!
  • Emmy: Way to go, Cassie!
  • [Later, they are all having their picnic safe inside as the goo continues to fall.]
  • Max: What a great treehouse!
  • Emmy: It's better than I dreamed!
  • Zak: Yeah! It keeps the goo out!
  • Wheezie: And the warmth in.
  • Cassie: And we all got just what we wanted!
  • Emmy: Uh-huh. The perfect treehouse for everyone, not just me.
  • Sid: Hey! What am I?
  • Max: Chopped lumber!
  • Sid: Hey! You're gettin' good, kid!
  • Emmy and Max: I wish, I wish, to use this rhyme, to go back home until next time.
  • [They are warped back home to the playroom.]
  • Max: That was fun. I can’t wait to build our own treehouse, Emmy.
  • Emmy: Me too. And I know exactly how I want it to be...
  • [Max gets a little bit mad after hearing that. Emmy picks up an umbrella on the floor and opens it.]
  • Emmy: I want it to be how we both want it to be.
  • Max: Yeah!
  • [The kids twirl the umbrella towards the screen.]
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