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This is a transcript of the Dragon Tales episode "Out With The Garbage" from season one, which aired on April 25, 2000.

Dialogue[]

  • [Max is in the playroom, looking in the toy box for something.]
  • Max: Come on! Where’d it go?
  • [Emmy enters the room with a book in hand.]
  • Max: Emmy, have you seen my drum basher?
  • Emmy: What’s a drum basher?
  • Max: I made it, remember? It’s a long stick with a sponge at the end and I bash my drum with it.
  • [Max takes his drum out of the toy box and hits it a couple times.]
  • Emmy: Uh-oh. I kinda, sorta, you know, threw it out.
  • [Emmy goes back to her book and whistles, hoping Max didn’t hear what she said.]
  • Max: [in shock] What?!
  • Emmy: I’m sorry, Max. I thought it was garbage.
  • Max: [Angry] Anybody can tell it’s a drum basher!
  • [The dragon scale starts glowing]
  • Emmy: C’mon! The dragons are calling us.
  • Max: Might as well, since I can’t play with my drums now anyway.
  • [Max takes off the drum and puts it back in the toy box. Changes to him and Emmy holding the magic dragon scale.]
  • Emmy and Max: I wish, I wish, with all my heart, to fly with dragons, in a land apart.
  • [They are teleported to Dragon Land where they end up outside a knuckerhole.]
  • Emmy: Down the knuckerhole!
  • [They slide down.]
  • Emmy and Max: Whee! [laughing]
  • [Emmy lands at the bottom.]
  • Max: Here I come! [lands next to her]
  • Emmy: [helping Max up] Come on, Zak and Wheezie's cave is this way!
  • [Meanwhile, Zak and Wheezie are cleaning up their cave. Zak’s side is very well organized.]
  • Zak: [lines up a row of crayons] My side’s all clean.
  • Wheezie: [throws a ball of tinfoil into a dresser drawer] Mine too.
  • Zak: But Wheezie, Emmy and Max will be here any second. We have to clean up our room.
  • Wheezie: I just did.
  • Zak: I’m serious, Wheezie! Your side’s loaded with garbage!
  • Wheezie: What garbage?
  • Zak: [Points to her side of the room] That garbage! It’s everywhere! Just think how nice it would look if the room were all nice and neat.
  • Wheezie: That’s my stuff, Zaky! Not garbage! And I know exactly where everything is.
  • Zak: Yeah, if you could just see what I mean. [gets an idea] Wait a minute! Hey, Wheezie! I have a surprise for you!
  • Wheezie: You do?!
  • Zak: But you can'’t look or listen till I say so. [takes out some noise-cancelling earmuffs and a blindfold]
  • Wheezie: Okey-dokey, artichokey! [He wraps the blindfold over her eyes.] Is it a new guitar? I just love to strum-a-dum-dum!
  • Zak: [puts the earmuffs on her ears] You'll see.
  • Emmy: Zak? Wheezie? [she and Max enter] We're here!
  • Max: What’s wrong with Wheezie?
  • Zak: I don’t want her to see my surprise. I’m gonna clean up her half of the room.
  • Max: You sure she’s gonna like that?
  • Zak: Ha! She’ll loooove it! [Chuckles and gets a wastebasket] Who wouldn’t?
  • [Zak walks over to Wheezie's side of the room; he grabs the tinfoil ball from the drawer and throws it into the wastebasket.]
  • Zak: [laughs] Bye-bye, garbage! [walks to Wheezie's desk]
  • Wheezie: Can I look yet?!
  • [He throws in a bottle, some rocks, and a bracelet made of multicolored buttons.]
  • Zak: [singsong] Not yet!
  • Emmy: Maybe you should ask Wheezie first.
  • Max: Yeah! I didn’t like it when Emmy threw away my drum basher!
  • Zak: Wait and see. Wheezie’s gonna thank me.
  • [He throws out more junk on the desk, one in particular being an orange ball of yarn.]
  • Emmy: Ooh... Are you sure?
  • [Zak opens the garbage chute in the wall and nods.]
  • Max: Really sure?
  • Zak: Yep!
  • [He throws all the garbage down the chute and laughs.]
  • Wheezie: Can I look now?!
  • Zak: [removes the blindfold and earmuffs] Ta-da!
  • [Wheezie gasps; her half of the room is spotless, not one bit of junk in sight. Her jaw drops wide open in shock.]
  • Zak: You love it so much you don’t know what to say, right?
  • Wheezie: [Angry] WRONG! [frantically runs around the room] Where are all my things?! My yarn ball, my rock collection and my tinfoil and my button bracelet! [Distraught] I miss my button bracelet!
  • Emmy: I knew it.
  • Max: Me too.
  • Zak: But—but I only threw out the junk that was making a mess!
  • Wheezie: You threw out all my beautiful treasures?!
  • Zak: Not treasures, junk.
  • Wheezie: Maybe they’re still down in the garbage cave! Hurry!
  • Zak: No! Not the garbage cave!
  • [Wheezie drags Zak down to the garbage cave. Max and Emmy follow.]
  • Max: Ewwww! Stinky!
  • [Max and Emmy plug their noses]
  • Zak: It’s always stinky in the garbage cave.
  • [Wheezie looks in the garbage chute, but finds there’s nothing in it.]
  • Wheezie: Empty! Oh, Arlo’s been here already.
  • Emmy: Who’s Arlo?
  • Wheezie: The garbage dragon. He collects the trash and takes it to the big dragon dump. There’s only one thing to do.
  • Zak: Go back to our nice, clean room and play with Emmy and Max?
  • Wheezie: [Bitter] NO! Go to the dragon dump and FIND MY STUFF!!
  • [She pulls Zak out of the garbage cave with her. Changes to them in flight.]
  • Emmy: I've never seen a dragon dump before.
  • Wheezie: You'll looooove it, Emmy! When I visit, Arlo always shows me the cool things he's found.
  • Max: How far is it?
  • Zak: Not far enough.
  • Wheezie: Well, you wouldn't have to go at all if you hadn't thrown out my --
  • [Suddenly, a strong wind blows against them and throws them off course; they yell off-guard.]
  • Zak: Hang on!
  • [They all fall to the ground, landing on a dusty fern. Once they get up, they all start scratching themselves.]
  • Emmy: Is everybody okay?
  • Max: Yeah, just itchy.
  • Zak: [also scratching] Oh! Ah! Eeeh!
  • Wheezie: Oh! I think we’ve landed on an Itch-fern. The dust makes you……..
  • Everyone: Itchy!
  • Emmy: [still scratching] How do we……get the itch-dust off?
  • [Wheezie pulls out an old paintbrush out of her pouch.]
  • Wheezie: How about with this?
  • Zak: A broken paintbrush? Wheezie, that’s junk.
  • Wheezie: It is NOT! It’s beautiful, and it still works.
  • Zak: Well that made my day.
  • Wheezie: My yarn ball!
  • Zak: How can you tell it’s yours?
  • Wheezie: I collected it. I know it anywhere.
  • Zak: Everything’s so yucky! I want to help you, Wheezie, but I hate touching trash!
  • [Wheezie looks in her pouch and pulls out a pair of tongs.]
  • Wheezie: Then use this.
  • Zak: But it’s just a broken junky thing.
  • Wheezie: No it’s not. It’s a picker-upper. (Uses it to pick up an old milk carton) See? No hands.
  • Zak: Huh, I never thought of that.
  • [Zak uses the tongs to pick up some tinfoil balls]
  • Zak: Wheezie, is one of these your tinfoil?
  • Wheezie: Nah, too big. [Tosses one away] Too scrunched. [Tosses another one away] [Gasps] That’s it! [Takes the last one]
  • Zak: Can we go now?
  • Wheezie: [sternly] Do I have my button bracelet?
  • Zak: [defeated] Uh, I’ll keep looking.
  • Max: Guess it’s gone, Wheezie. Just like my drum basher that I loved.
  • [Emmy sees Max upset and starts feeling guilty.]
  • Emmy: [placing her hand on his shoulder] I’m sorry, Max.
  • [Then Wheezie starts crying]
  • Zak: [guilty] Oh, don’t cry, Wheezie.
  • Wheezie: [still crying] I can’t-I can’t help it. I-I miss... I miss my bracelet! [Continues crying]
  • Zak: Oh, I’ll make you another one! I’ll find you all the buttons you need. [Digs through the trash] I’ll dig through every piece of garbage if I have to! [Finds a purple button] Look, here’s a nice one. Do you like it?
  • Wheezie: It's purple. I love purple.
  • Zak: I’ll find you some more.
  • Wheezie: Aw, that’s okay, Zaky. I’ll use this one for starters and collect the rest later.
  • Zak: [apologetically] Oh, I’m sorry I threw out your stuff, Wheezie. Really, really sorry.
  • Wheezie: I know, Zaky.
  • [Emmy and Max look at each other, satisfied. Cut to Arlo whistling and sifting through garbage. The gang comes into view.]
  • Wheezie: Bye, Arlo! We're going home.
  • Arlo: Well, did you find all your buried treasures, Wheezie?
  • Wheezie: Almost everything, and Zaky found this. [shows him her new purple button]
  • Zak: Can Wheezie keep it?
  • Arlo: Why, that's right 'n purdy. It would look mighty fine on my bracelet. I found this here one in the garbage. [It turns out to be Wheezie's button bracelet.] I just can't believe anybody would throw out such a, such fine-looking ornament.
  • Wheezie: [ecstatically] Oh! My button bracelet! Safe and sound!
  • Zak: [sighs with relief] Thank goodness!
  • Arlo: Is this yours? [chuckles] Well, bust my bridges! I should've known! [takes the bracelet off his wrist and puts it on Wheezie's] Here you go, darling!
  • Wheezie: Thank you, Arlo!
  • Emmy: It's so pretty, Wheezie!
  • Wheezie: [handing Arlo the purple button] For you, Arlo. To start your own button bracelet.
  • Arlo: Well, thank you, kindly!
  • All: Bye, Arlo!
  • Arlo: Y'all come back soon, you hear?
  • Emmy and Max: I wish, I wish to use this rhyme, to go back home, until next time.
  • [The siblings teleport back to the playroom. Max reaches for his drum in the bin.]
  • Max: Guess I can't play my drums.
  • Emmy: Well, maybe your drum basher is still in the wastebasket.
  • [They look in the wastebasket, and the drum basher is indeed in there.]
  • Max: Yes! [he takes it out and starts banging his drum with it loudly, much to Emmy's chagrin.]
  • Emmy: Max! [covers her ears] Max!! [sighs, thinking "If I can't beat him, I'll join him."] Oh, well. [takes the wastebasket and a stick from the bin, and starts banging them together. The scene fades to black.]
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