Punky
Brewster
Episode 1.01 - Punky Finds A Home (Part 1)
Original
Airdate: 16-Sep-1984
Transcribed
by PunkyB_Fan for TWIZ TV.com
I
do not own any of the characters in this story.
An empty
appartment Window Slowly opens… a small Girl (dressed in jeans, a purple denim
jacket and a red bandana tied to her leg left just above the knee) Picks up her
golden retriever puppy and helps it through the window, pulls herself into the
empty appartment. Picking up her puppy she sits on an empty chair in the middle
of the room sets the puppy on the chair and reaches over to turn on a lamp next
to the chair and sits down next to her puppy.
Punky:
(talking to the puppy) Well Brandon, another day… another dollar!
Theres a
knock on the apartment door, Punky rushes to it and opens it up slowly to see
who it is, another girl slowly creeps inside with a small bag behind her back.
Cherie: Hi Punky!
Punky: Hi Cherie.
Outside the
appartment in the hallway a Woman cries out.
Mrs.
Johnson: Cherie! (She looks around) Cherie! (Getting closer to the empty
appartment door she taps on it) Cherie? You in there fat butt? Cherie!
Henry: Mrs.
Johnson stop yelling, (as he walks up the hallway) your not only waking the
dead your making them glad their dead.
Mrs.
Johnson: Henry, there might be someone in that appartment. I thought I heard a
noise in there yesterday.
Henry: it’s
vacant.
Mrs.
Johnson: well somebody could of broken in you know. A tramp, Escaped convict… a
sex maniac! Just waiting to grab a voluminous woman.
Henry looks
her up and down.
Henry:
You’re safe.
Back in the
empty appartment
Both girls
sit on the floor, Brandon lays on the chair.
Cherie: You
know what Punky… You’re my idol.
Punky: I
am?
Cherie:
Yeah just think, you got your own appartment. You can stay up as long as you
like, and you don’t have to go to school… you’re the youngest grown up I know.
Punky:
Thanks Cherie. But, you’ve got something I don’t.
Cherie:
What?
Punky: A
family.
Cherie:
Just my Grandma, and she snores like a buzz saw [she snorts]
Outside the
appartment
Mrs.
Johnson: And another thing, that dryer downstairs is still busted, do you know
that I had to hang a clothesline from my window over to the telegraph pole… and
the local hoodlums been spray painting
my underwear.
Henry: They
could spray paint a novel on your underwear.
Mrs.
Johnson: Henry!
Henry:
Alright, alright, I’ll get the dryer fixed.
Mrs.
Johnson heads back up the stairs
Mrs.
Johnson: Cherie!
Back in the
appartment
Cherie and
Punky are by the door listening, Cherie slaps Punky on the shoulder.
Cherie:
shhh
Outside the
appartment
Henry opens
his appartment door and goes inside, Cherie sneaks out of the door and closes
it quietly leaving quickly up the stairs. Henry spots her on her way up.
Back in the
empty appartment, Punky’s singing and dancing
Punky:
She’s a maniac, manic on the floor! And she’s dancing like shes never danced
[Henry walks in on her, she spins around] before oh… uh oh!
Henry: Who
are you?
Punky: Im
Punky Brewster, and who are you?
Henry: Im
the manager of this building, Henry Warnimont.
Punky: Nice
to meet ya Hank!
Henry: Im
not a Hank, Im a Henry, what are you doing here?
Punky: My
husband and I are looking for an appartment.
Henry
doesn’t look impressed; Punky knows he didn’t fall for it
Henry: Ok
cut the charade…
Punky:
Stop! Its only far to warn you, that this is an attack dog… you come near me
he’ll chew you to pieces.
Brandon
licks his lips
Henry:
Gimme a break, that dog couldn’t chew soup! Now let’s get back to you. Did you
run away from home?
Punky keeps
tight lipped
Henry:
Don’t clam up on me young lady, answer the question! [He points his finger at
her]
Punky:
You’ll never make me say anything I don’t want to [pointing her finger at
Henry] even if you shove my head in a nutcracker and [wagging her finger at
him] make me eat lime a beans! [She nods her head in satisfaction]
Henry: You
hungry?
Punky:
Depends.
Henry: On
what?
Punky: Why
asking?
Henry: Im
just asking.
Punky: How
come?
Henry: Im
curious.
Punky: How
come?
Henry:
Because I am.
Punky: How
come!
Henry goes
to grab her
Punky: Sick
him! [Brandon just looks]
Henry:
Look, im going to fix myself some dinner. You can join me… if you want to. [He
leaves but looks over his shoulder at Punky. She stands there thinking about
it.
Henry walks
into his appartment and hangs his keys on a nail by the door; Punky comes out
of the empty appartment with Brandon on a rope for a leash. Henry heads into
his kitchen, Punky peeps her head round the corner of Henry’s appartment door
and so does Brandon. They both walk through the living room and stop before
opening the kitchen door.
Punky: Well
Brandon, we gotta trust somebody sometime.
They go
into the kitchen under the swing door
Henry: Do
you want milk or juice?
Punky: What
kinda juice?
Henry: ive
got green just and ive got brown juice.
Punky:
Whats the difference?
Henry: 2
weeks.
Punky: I’ll
have milk please.
Henry: Want
me to fix you a meal.
Punky: You
can cook?
Henry gets
out 2 microwaveable dinners out of his freezer and hits them together
Henry: Im
an expert.
Punky
laughs
She heads
out back into the living room and over to a desk where the telephone is, she
pulls her finger across it then looks at the dust on her finger
Punky:
Yuck!
She then
walks over to all the photographs that are on Henrys wall. Henry comes out of
the kitchen with a pipe in his mouth and looks over at Punky
Punky: Did
you take these pictures?
Henry:
That’s my job, im a photographer.
Punky: I
like them… you know why?
Henry: Why?
Punky: You
can look at the people and tell how they feel.
Henry: Like
I said it’s my job.
Punky sits
next to Henry on the couch
Punky: you
must care a lot about people.
Henry:
Nope.
Punky:
That’s kinda sad.
Henry: What
do you know, your just a child… you havent even learnt how to match your shoes
yet.
Punky: I
have two different feet… why shouldn’t I wear two different shoes.
Henry:
Alright… wheres your family Punky?
Punky: My
father walked out on us.
Henry:
Wheres your mother?
Punky: I
don’t know.
Henry: You
don’t know?
Punky: A
couple of weeks ago my mom said we were going on a trip, so we piled up in our
car and drove here to Chicago. Mom parked the car at a shopping centre and went
in.
Henry: Yes?
Punky: She
never came back.
Henry: Oh
[looking concerned]
Punky:
Maybe my Mom just forgot about me, people forget things all the time right? But
one day she’ll come back for me and we’ll live happily ever after in a big
mansion… with bunk beds!
Henry: Have
you been living in that empty appartment all this time?
Punky:
Yeah, by the way the dryer downstairs is busted.
Henry looks
at her as if to say he knows
Henry: Well
im going to call the police, so they can track down your mother… we cant have a
little girl living in an empty appartment and you certainly cannot stay here. So
I’ll call a detective friend of mine and tell him that you’re [he looks at her]
asleep… Why me.
Next day at
Henrys studio
An old lady
sits on a chair dressed up in front of a blue backdrop; Henry is stood behind
his camera ready to take her picture
Henry: All
set… smile Agnes [he takes the photo]
Agnes: Oh
Henry! You’re an absolute hunk! Everytime I look at you I get… I get the
sweats.
Henry:
Agnes! Don’t say things like that.
Agnes: I
know whats holding you back, Ive been married five times and all 5 of those
bozos up and died on me. But I swear, they all went with smiles on their faces.
Henry:
Thank you Agnes, It’ll be ready Thursday.
Agnes:
Thursday… and when will you be ready?
Henry: Im
sorry Agnes, but your much too much Woman for me.
Agnes: Ok,
but it’s your loss. [She leaves]
The
telephone rings, Henry picks it up
Henry:
Hello? Gene bout time you called back, have you found Punky’s mother yet? No…
you’re a lousy detective Gene, couldn’t find a moose in a phone booth. Try your
computer search system; if you can’t locate the woman by the end of the day,
then I’ll bring Punky to you… Thanks bye Gene [he hangs up and puts his glasses
on then sits down at his desk] Hospitals, Hospitals.
The door
opens and Mrs. Johnson bursts in scaring Henry
Mrs.
Johnson: Hi Henry!!
Henry: What
do you want?
Mrs.
Johnson: I brought you two bonified customers… [She leans out of the door and
yells up the street] Girls! And remember now were sophisticated ladies.
Mrs.
Johnson walks into the shop with a flaunt,
Punky follows and walks in with a posh flaunt too shes all dressed up
with huge high heels on that look way too big for her feet. Cherie walks in
twirling her feather boa in her hand but almost falls down the step into the
shop.
Henry: I
don’t have time for this, im running a business here!
Mrs.
Johnson: I hate to tell you the news Henry, but aint nobody in here but us.
Henry: Im
trying to track down Punky’s mother… now I want you all to vacate the premises!
Punky:
Henry, were not after a freebie… were paying customers. Here is a quarter
enough?
Henry: A
quarter? No!
Punky: Ok
I’ll give you my Mr. T whistle.
Henry: Im
not gonna take your Mr. T whistle, however [he looks at the quarter and puts it
in his pocket] I’ll just take one picture.
Photos pop
up one by one of them all, first Cherie and Punky dressed up, Cherie and her
Grandma, Punky and Mrs. Johnson. Cherie, Mrs. Johnson and Punky, then three of
Punky by herself. One of Henrys grumpy face, and the last one with Punky on
Henry’s shoulders as shes pulling his cheeks back to make him smile.
In Henry’s
Kitchen
Punky’s
doing the dishes, shes on her last one but can’t find anything to dry it with
so she rubs it on her jeans. Placing it on the dish rack.
Punky: Ok
the dishes are done, Hey Brandon hows the floor polishing coming along?
Brandon’s
got sponges attached to his front paws with soap covered on them
Punky: You
missed a few spots, but you did good. Considering you’re a dog, I know house
cleanings hard work, but if were gonna stay with Henry till my mom comes back. Were
gonna have to earn our keep [she pats him on the head] ok? [She pats him a
second time] ok! Well lets see I think everything in heres clean… oops I forgot
to wash that window [she points to the window above the sink runs over to it
and turns on the tap spraying the window with the hose] ok that’s done.
Out in the
appartment hallway, Henry walks up and Mrs. Johnson’s waiting for him on the
stairs.
Mrs.
Johnson: Hey Henry!
Henry: yes.
Mrs.
Johnson: The dryer downstairs is still busted… and heres what happens when I
have to dry my clothes outsides [she shows him one of her night dresses]
Henry:
Julio eighty four… I see Julio knows your dress size.
Mrs.,
Johnson: Hey Henry.
Henry: Yes.
Mrs.
Johnson: Did you find Punky’s Mother?
Henry: Not
a trace, so im going to hand Punky over to the department for children and
family services.
Mrs.
Johnson: Well maybe they could fix it where Punky could live with you.
Henry:
[laughs] that’s a good one, Punky living with me… are you serious? [Mrs.
Johnson nods] but that’s impossible it would never work out. Punky’s so
young, bubbly; full of life. Im old, tired and full of prunes.
Mrs. Johnson: Now look Henry, you’re all alone in this world
and so is that little girl. Now it’s none of my business but I think you two
would be good for each other.
In Henry’s appartment
Punky’s singing and dancing
Punky: Shes a maniac, maniac on the floor [she shakes the
duster in front of Brandon whos sat on the chair, he grabs it and tugs with
her] and shes dancing like shes never danced before… shes a maniac, maniac on
the floor [Henry walks inside in amazement] and shes dusting like shes… Hi
Henry!
Henry looks around to see the whole appartment cleaned up
Henry: what in the world possesed you to clean up my
appartment?!
Punky: Whats wrong with it?
Henry: Whats wrong with it? I’ll tell you whats wrong with
it, its neat, orderly, organized.
Punky: Henry theres a moldy half eaten pizza under the
couch… sick!
Henry notices his pipes on the coffee table, he picks one
up. Tips it upside down and detergent comes out of it
Punky: Uh oh.
Henry: You washed my pipes!
Punky: They were filthy inside!
Henry: Their supposed to be filthy inside… their pipes! Now
their ruined.
Punky: The vain on your forehead is throbbing.
Henry takes off his hat and walks over to the closet
Punky: There were a few things lying around so I put most of
it…
Henry opens the closet door and it all spills out
Punky: In there.
Henry: Sit down Punky.
She jumps over the arm of the couch and sits down.
The telephone rings, Henry answers it
Henry: hello! No Agnes I do not wish to go break dancing
tonight! I’ll see you Thursday. Goodnight. [He hangs up]
Henry heads towards the kitchen but notices a poster stuck
on the kitchen door of Michael Jackson. He looks at Punky and she nods in
approval
Henry: Now look here Punky, hold it! Whats that doing there?
Punky: I found it back behind a closet, it’s a great
picture.
Henry grabs it as he sits down and clutches it to his chest
Henry: Nobody sees this picture, understand? Nobody!
Punky: Who is it?
Henry: It’s my wife Claudia; she died a year after we were
married.
Punky: Shes beautiful, you must miss her a lot. My Mom used
to say it’s good to be reminded of the people you love.
Henry: It hurts to look at her picture.
Punky: Can I ask you something?
Henry: What!
Punky: If you ever let yourself feel sad, how do you ever
feel happy?
Henry: Nevermind the subjects closed, we were talking about
you anyway, and it’s obvious you want to stick around for a while, but why here
with me?
Punky: I like you.
Henry: You Do?
Punky: I Know. I must be nuts! But… I think underneath your
grumpy ness is… more grumpy ness. But underneath the bottom grumpy ness… is a
good guy, well sorta.
Henry: Im too old and set in my ways to have a child around,
im sorry you can’t stay.
Punky gets off the couch
Punky: Ok [she takes hold of Brandon’s leash] Bye.
Henry: Hold it, you’ll stay here then tomorrow morning I’ll
take you down to the department for children and family services.
Punky: what’ll happen to me there?
Henry: They’ll find you a foster home.
Punky: But I don’t even know the fosters.
Henry: Punky.
Punky: Im leaving [she opens the door]
Henry: Hold it!
Punky: You know, I must be a terrible person. First my
father leaves, then my Mother ditches me. Now you’re trying to get rid of me,
nobody wants me around. [She hangs her head down] Well that’s ok cause I don’t
need anybody I can take care of myself. [She closes the door and leaves with
Brandon]
Henry: Punky! Come back here... Punky! [He rushes out the
door to find her]
Sometime passes and it starts to rain, Henry walks up the
hallway sopping wet, he walks back into his appartment and takes the picture of
him and Punky out of the paper bag he looks at it. Then sets it down on the
desk by the phone, he then looks at the picture of his wife and sets it next to
the picture of him and Punky. He heads of to bed when the kitchen door swings
open
Punky: Hi Henry!
Henry turns around and looks angry at her
Henry: Punky!
Punky: I thought it out, im gonna give you one more chance.
Henry: I was out for three and a half hours looking for you,
where have you been?
Punky: Right here! It was raining outside… im surprised you
went out looking for me. You said you didn’t care about people.
Henry: Go to bed! [Pointing to the couch]
Punky: Ok [she bounces on the couch, lies down and Henry
covers her with a blanket]
Punky: Henry… do I have to leave tomorrow, are you taking me
down to the department for children?
Henry: I have to… but I’ll try and arrange it so you can
stay here till we find your Mother.
Punky: Thanks Henry… Night!
Henry: Goodnight… Sweet dreams.
Henry turns off the light and heads off to bed
Punky shoots upright on the couch
Punky: YIPPEE!
Henry: QUIET!
Punky: [whispering] yippee! [She lays back down… then gets
up to say a prayer] uh god… its me Punky… Brewster! Could you please! Please
help me find my Mom and really quick, and in the meantime thanks for sending me
Henry. When he takes me down to the service department for children, will you
give me a sign that everythings gonna be alright?
[Theres a loud crash of thunder and light outside]
Punky looks confused
Punky: Is that a yes or a no?
TO
BE CONTINUED…
END OF SHOW