Mr. Fussy (Cartoon)/Transcript

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(The episode begins with a close-up of Mr. Fussy. The camera then zooms out from Mr. Fussy. Mr. Fussy is standing in front of a white background)

Narrator: Mr. Fussy was fussy about everything.

(The camera stops zooming out once Mr. Fussy is fully seen)

Narrator: Absolutely everything had to be neat...

(The background slowly fades from white to Mr. Fussy's living room)

Narrator: ..and tidy, and in its proper place.

(A red armchair with yellow flowers fades into the frame in front of Mr. Fussy. Mr. Fussy starts moving the armchair around)

Narrator: Mr. Fussy spent all day and everyday rearranging his furniture.

(The scene transitions to Mr. Fussy walking down his garden path to the left of the screen)

Narrator: And making sure that the flowers grew in a straight line in his garden, and trying to find specks of dust where,

(Mr. Fussy stops walking)

Narrator: There couldn't possibly be any specks of dust.

(The camera zooms in towards Mr. Fussy)

Narrator: Because he spent all his time...

(Mr. Fussy resumes walking down his garden path to the left of the screen)

Narrator: ...making sure that there weren't any specks of dusts.

(The scene transitions to Mr. Fussy sitting at the breakfast table with a pot of marmalade in front of him)

Narrator: One fine morning, Mr. Fussy was having breakfast.

(The camera zooms in towards Mr. Fussy)

Narrator: He was very fussy about what he ate.

(The camera stops zooming in)

Narrator: He opened the marmalade pot.

Mr. Fussy: Ew!

Narrator: He exclaimed.

Mr. Fussy: It's got bits in it.

(The camera zooms in on the marmalade pot and Mr. Fussy scooping marmalade out from it)

Narrator: And he spent the rest of the morning separating the bits from the marmalade. Or, if you prefer, the marmalade from the bits. Fussy old fusspot, people ysed to call him.

(The scene transitions to Mr. Fussy walking down his garden path to the right of the screen)

Narrator: Then, Mr. Fussy went out to his garden. And he spent the rest of the day...

(The camera cuts to Mr. Fussy straightening out all the blades of grass in his garden)

Narrator: ...straightening out all the blades of grass on his lawn. Fussy old fusspot!

(The camera cuts to Mr. Fussy ironing his shoelaces)

Narrator: That evening, Mr. Fussy was in his kitchen ironing his shoelaces when he heard a crash outside.

(A loud crash is heard and Mr. Fussy immediately stops ironing. The camera zooms out to show Mr. Fussy standing behind his ironing board with the iron in his left hand)

Mr. Fussy: (gasps) What's to do?

Narrator: He murmured to himself.

(The scene transitions to Mr. Fussy opening the door and looking outside)

Narrator: And hurried outside to investigate.

(The camera cuts over to reveal a Mr. Man nearly identical to Mr. Fussy standing in the middle of the garden path. The only difference is that this Mr. Man has messier hair. In his right hand, is Mr. Fussy's garden gate and in his left hand is a battered suitcase)

Narrator: There, with a broken garden gate in one hand and an old battered suitcase in the other...

(The camera zooms in towards him.)

Narrator: ...and a sheepish grin on his face, stood a very untidy...

(The camera stops zooming in)

Narrator: ...person. Mr. Clumsy.

Mr. Clumsy: Whoops!

Narrator: He said, holding up the garden gate.

Mr. Clumsy: It came off in me hand.

(The camera cuts over to Mr. Fussy. Who has exited his house and is now standing on his garden path)

Mr. Fussy: Who...

Narrator: Spluttered Mr. Fussy, looking in horror at his garden gate

Mr. Fussy: ...are you?

(The camera cuts back over to Mr. Clumsy)

Mr. Clumsy: Oh! I'm...I'm Mr. Clumsy.

Narrator: Replied the untidy person, grinning. And he stepped forward to shake Mr. Fussy's hand.

(The camera cuts to Mr. Fussy extending his right hand to Mr. Clumsy. Mr. Clumsy tries to shake Mr. Fussy's hand only to trip over his own two feet and tumble offscreen)

Narrator: He tripped over,

(The screen shakes as Mr. Clumsy lands on the lawn offscreen)

Narrator: And fell on the lawn.

(The camera zooms in on Mr. Fussy's face)

Mr. Fussy: My grass!

Narrator: Cried Mr. Fussy.

Mr. Fussy: My...my straight grass! You...you bent it!

(The camera zooms out to show Mr. Fussy down on his knees on the lawn)

Narrator: He got down on his hands and knees, and started straightening the grass.

(Mr. Fussy raises his arms in the air)

Mr. Fussy: But...who are you?!

(Mr. Fussy lowers his arms)

Mr. Fussy: He asked over his shoulder.

(Mr. Fussy raises his arms in the air)

Mr. Fussy: And why are you here?

(The camera cuts over to Mr. Clumsy sitting on the lawn with his suitcase lying down to his left)

Mr. Clumsy: Oh...

(Mr. Clumsy raises his arms in the air)

Mr. Clumsy: ...I'm your cousin, blou.

(Mr. Clumsy lowers his arms)

Narrator: Replied Mr. Clumsy.

(Mr. Clumsy raises his arms in the air)

Mr. Clumsy: Your long-lost cousin from Australia.

(Mr. Clumsy raises his arms in the air)

Mr. Clumsy: I've come to visit.

Birds (offscreen): (chirping)

Narrator: If you look hard, there is a family likeness between them. Isn't there?

Mr. Clumsy: Well, aren't you pleased to see me?

(Mr. Clumsy raises his arms into the air)

Narrator: Continued Mr. Clumsy cheerfully.

(The camera cuts over to Mr. Fussy walking down his garden path to the left of the screen)

Narrator: Knocking over a flower or two as he got up. Picked up his suitcase, knocking over another flower or two...

(The camera zooms in as Mr. Fussy continues walking down his garden path to the left of the screen)

Narrator: ...or three.

(Mr. Fussy stops walking and the camera stops zooming in)

Narrator: Mr. Fussy, quite obviously, wasn't pleased to see him.

Mr. Fussy: Ooh! Well, you'd better come in.

(The camera zooms out to show Mr. Fussy walking down his garden path to the left of the screen)

Narrator: He muttered.

(The scene transitions to Mr. Clumsy in the middle of the main doorway looking around Mr. Fussy's house. Mr. Clumsy is shown carrying his suitcase in his right hand)

Mr. Clumsy: I say,

Narrator: Remarked Mr. Clumsy, looking through the front door of Mr. Fussy's house

Mr. Clumsy: I say, what a neat little place you got here.

(The scene transitions to Mr. Fussy's living room)

Narrator: And he stepped inside,

(The screen shakes as Mr. Clumsy trips over his own shoelaces offscreen)

Narrator: And tripped over his shoelaces,

(Mr. Clumsy tumbles across the screen to the left)

Narrator: He often does,

(Mr. Clumsy continues tumbling to the left and knocks over a chair that was in the middle of the room)

Narrator: Knocked over a chair,

(Mr. Clumsy tumbles out of the frame)

Narrator: Dropped his suitcase,

(The screen shakes again and cuts to Mr. Clumsy sitting on the floor)

Narrator: And fell in an untidy heap on the floor.

(Mr. Clumsy raises his arms into the air)

Mr. Clumsy: Whoops!

Narrator: He said.

(The camera cuts over to a frustrated Mr. Fussy and he closes his eyes)

Narrator: Mr. Fussy shut his eyes.

(The camera zooms in on Mr. Fussy as he sighs inaudibly)

Narrator: And heaved a sigh.

(The camera stops zooming in)

Narrator: And groaned silently to himself.

(The scene transitions to Mr. Fussy sitting in one of his armchairs)

Narrator: Later that evening, after Mr. Fussy had cooked them a meal,

(The camera zooms out to show Mr. Fussy sitting in the armchair. Across from him, Mr. Clumsy is shown sitting in another armchair)

Narrator: And after Mr. Clumsy had helped with the washing up...

(The camera stops zooming out)

Narrator: ...two broken plates, they sat down to talk. Mr. Fussy sat as he always did, in a neat and tidy fashion.

(The camera cuts over to Mr. Clumsy sitting down in the other armchair)

Narrator: Mr. Clumsy sat...

(The camera zooms out to reveal Mr. Clumsy sitting in an unkempt manner)

Narrator: ...as he always did in a not-so-neat and tidy fashion.

(The camera cuts back to Mr. Fussy)

Mr. Fussy: Uh, how long are you staying?

Narrator: Asked Mr. Fussy.

(The camera cuts back to Mr. Clumsy)

Mr. Clumsy: Oh, I don't know.

Narrator: Said Mr. Clumsy.

Mr. Clumsy: A few days? Week? Year? I haven't decided.

(The camera cuts back to Mr. Fussy)

Narrator: Mr. Fussy groaned...

(The camera zooms in towards Mr. Fussy)

Narrator: ...another long silent groan to himself.

(The camera stops zooming in)

Narrator; And then went to bed.

(The scene transitions to the next morning. Mr. Fussy is shown asleep in his bed. Mr. Fussy then wakes up and stretches his arms out as he yawns inaudibly)

Narrator: When he awoke in the morning,

(The scene transitions to Mr. Fussy's bathroom. Several puddles of water are shown on the ground as well as a bar of soap)

Narrator: Mr. Fussy jumped out of bed and went into his bathroom.

(Mr. Fussy opens the door and is horrified with what he saw)

Mr. Fussy: Oh! Oh no!

Narrator: He gasped.

Mr. Fussy: Oh no!

Narrator: Oh yes. Mr. Clumsy had been there before him!

(The camera cuts to inside the bathroom. The tub is filled with water, towels were lying in the tub, the bathtub had dirt on the side, the rugs were lying in a wrinkled mess)

Narrator: The towels lay in a heap on the floor. The bath was full of water. There were pools of water all over the bathroom floor.

(The camera cuts to and zooms out from a tube of toothpaste with half of its contents squirted out all over the screen)

Narrator: Half a tube of toothpaste had been squeezed out onto the mirror. What a mess!

(The camera stops zooming out and cuts back to the messy bathtub)

Narrator: Mr. Fussy made it all,

(The scene transitions to show everything in the bathroom spick and span and tidy again)

Narrator: Neat and tidy as quickly as he could.

(The scene cuts to Mr. Fussy making his way downstairs and walking towards the kitchen. Mr. Fussy is walking to the right of the screen and the camera follows him)

Narrator: Then, he hurried downstairs.

(The scene transitions to the kitchen. Mr. Clumsy is already there. A plate of fried eggs can barely be seen being held in Mr. Clumsy's left hand)

Mr. Clumsy: Morning.

Narrator: Said his cousin cheerfully.

Mr. Clumsy: I've cooked you breakfast. Sit down!

(The camera zooms out to show Mr. Clumsy in the kitchen carrying the plate of fried eggs in full view. Mr. Clumsy starts walking to the right and the camera follows him)

Narrator: There was an awful mess everywhere!

Mr. Clumsy: There we are. Breakfast!

Narrator: Said Mr. Clumsy, carrying a plate of fried eggs. Broken fried eggs, towards the table.

(The camera zooms in towards Mr. Clumsy)

Narrator: And then,

(The camera spins around in a rapid circle. A loud thud is heard signaling Mr. Clumsy tripping over his shoelaces)

Narrator: He tripped over those shoelaces of his, and then the eggs flew into the air, and

(The eggs and plate are shown to have landed on Mr. Fussy's head, much to his disgust and horror. The screen shakes for a moment)

Narrator: Then they landed all over...

(The screen stops shaking and Mr. Fussy blinks in disbelief)

Narrator: Mr. Fussy. Sticky, greasy,

(The camera zooms out to show Mr. Clumsy standing to the left of Mr. Fussy and to show the breakfast table fully in the frame)

Narrator: Yellow, fried eggs!

(The camera stops zooming out)

Mr. Clumsy: Whoops!

Narrator: Said Mr. Clumsy.

(A time skip occurs showing Mr. Fussy's house after one week of Mr. Clumsy's visit. The camera zooms out to show the door off its hinges, the windows broken, curtains tattered, flowers knocked over and petals lost, even a tree fallen off its trunk. The camera zooms out in a rotated manner to show the damaged house in full view)

Narrator: After a week, Mr. Fussy's house didn't look like,

(The camera stops zooming out)

Narrator: Mr. Fussy's house any more. Don't you agree?

(A time skip of two weeks after Mr. Clumsy first arriving shows Mr. Clumsy about to leave Mr. Fussy's house with his tattered suitcase in tow. He is standing outside the smudged-covered front door. Inside the house, the rug is covered in dirt and a mirror showing Mr. Fussy's reflection is cracked with a large hole in it)

Narrator: But, after two weeks, Mr. Clumsy decided to move on.

Mr. Clumsy: Well thanks for having me, sport.

Narrator: He said to Mr. Fussy.

(The camera cuts over to Mr. Fussy)

Mr. Fussy: It was very nice to see you.

(The camera zooms in towards Mr. Fussy)

Narrator: Replied Mr. Fussy politely. What he was thinking was not so polite.

(The camera stops zooming in)

Mr. Fussy (thinking but his mouth still moving): It's very nice to see you going.

Narrator: Was what he was thinking.

(The camera cuts back over to Mr. Clumsy)

Mr. Clumsy: Well cheerio.

Narrator: Said Mr. Clumsy.

(The camera cuts back over to Mr. Fussy)

Narrator: And off he went,

(The camera zooms out)

Narrator: With his battered old suitcase.

(The camera stops zooming out and Mr. Fussy waves goodbye)

Mr. Fussy: Goodbye.

Narrator: Called Mr. Fussy, really meaning,

Mr. Fussy (thinking but his mouth still moving): Good riddance.

(Mr. Fussy stops waving and the camera cuts back outside to Mr. Fussy's damaged house and zooms in towards it)

Narrator: Then Mr. Fussy fussed around his house,

(Upon zooming in to one of the broken windows, the scene transitions to the house being mended and repaired and zooms back out again to show Mr. Fussy's house back to normal)

Narrator: as he never fussed before.

(The camera stops zooming out)

Narrator: Fussy old fusspot.

(The scene cuts to Mr. Fussy's kitchen where Mr. Fussy is shown polishing an egg)

Narrator: That evening, Mr. Fussy was in his kitchen, polishing an egg, when he heard a crash outside.

(A loud crash is heard from outside. Mr. Fussy immediately stops polishing the egg upon hearing it)

Mr. Fussy: Oh no!

Narrator: He groaned.

Mr. Fussy: Oh not Mr. Clumsy back again. It can't be! It's mustn't be! It isn't!

(The camera pans to the right to make it seem like the Mr. Fussy is walking to the front door through his point of view)

Narrator: And it wasn't!

(The scene transitions to a room with yellow wallpaper and pink flowers on it. The camera pans across the screen to the right past a blue door)

Narrator: It was somebody else.

(The scene transitions to the living room (as evident by the red and blue triangle wallpaper pattern). The camera pans across the screen. The camera then transitions to the main entrance and the camera pans towards the right to the front door before stopping. The camera, no longer in Mr. Fussy's POV, shows Mr. Fussy (holding the egg in his right hand) standing next to the door)

Narrator: Somebody who had just walked straight through...

(The camera stops moving to the right)

Narrator: Mr. Fussy's garden gate.

(The camera starts zooming out to show the front door and its entrance fully in the screen)

Narrator: Somebody who can't help having little accidents.

(The camera stops zooming out)

Narrator: Somebody you may have met before.

(Mr. Fussy opens the door to reveal Mr. Bump outside. Mr. Bump is shown holding a suitcase in his left hand)

Mr. Bump: Hello!

Narrator: Smiled Mr. Bump.

Mr. Bump: I've come to visit! Ha! I thought...thought I'd bump into you again sometime! Bump in...(laughs hysterically)

(The camera zooms in towards Mr. Bump)

Mr. Bump: You under-? Bump into you, right? (laughs)

(The episode ends here)