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: You mean you're going to play leapfrog with real frogs? Mr. Conductor
: Yes. And I'm sure we'll have a leaping good time.
: Have you ever gotten carried away? Mr. Conductor
: Of course. Just now, playing leapfrog. I leaped too far and landed in the mud. The frogs had to carry me away.
: I know! You could use your magic and *make* me more money. Becky
: You don't really want me to do that, do you? Mr. Conductor
: Wanna bet? Becky
: Billy, Becky let someone steal our money for Stacy's present, and it's all her fault! Billy Twofeathers
: Hold on a minute, if the money was stolen, then it's not Becky's fault; it's just something bad that happened. It's not like she went out and spent it, is it? Kara
: I... I guess not. I - I'm sorry, Becky. It's not like you spent it. Billy Twofeathers
: Oh, I can help out. I'll lend you three some money; how much did you lose? Becky
: Well, I, um... oh, boy. I can't do this. I have to tell the truth. I spent the money. Kara
: I told you she spent it!
: [explaining why she stuck up for Schemer by saying he didn't force her to spend
] I guess I could've said no, but I just got carried away. Schemer
: She could've said no but she got carried away. Billy Twofeathers
: Did you know the fudge was for Stacy's party? Schemer
: Stacy's party, Stacy's party. Who cares about Stacy's party? Some stupid party I wasn't even invited to. Billy Twofeathers
: Oh, you do care and you *are* invited. Schemer
: I am? Becky
, Dan Jones
: [disappointed and disgusted
] He *is*? Billy Twofeathers
: Course he is.
[holds out Schemer's sale-sign to give back to him
] Billy Twofeathers
: But it wouldn't be much of a party without fruitcakes.
] Mr. Conductor
] I hope we're not late for the party. Becky
: Just in time, Mr. Conductor. I want to thank you for your help. Would you like some fruitcake? Mr. Conductor
: We'd love some fruitcake. Becky
: "We"? Who's "we"? Mr. Conductor
: [gesturing then turning around puzzled to see he's alone
] Well, my - guests and... me. Where *are* they? They were just here...
[everyone else at the table laughs at a frog that climbs from the cider up Schemer's arm
] Hi, Becky... Dan Jones
: Hi, Becky... Becky
: Well, well, well, what are *we* all so happy about? Kara
: We hurt a magician's feelings. Becky
: I don't believe in that stuff. Kara
: You don't believe magicians have feelings?
: You don't believe in magic? Becky
: I just said I didn't - Wait - How did you do that? Kara
: Do what? Becky
: Just say I don't believe in magic in a different voice. Without moving your lips. Mr. Conductor
: She didn't say it. *I* did. Are you positive you don't believe in magic? Becky
: [looking around
] Who said that? Mr. Conductor
: I did. And I can tell you one or two things about magic that are quite real. Becky
: Cut it out, you two; you're scaring me. Dan Jones
: We aren't doing anything. Mr. Conductor
: [standing up as he sees him in the paddleball- box
] Nothing to be scared of, Becky. Are you sure you don't believe in magic? Becky
: It's a little man! Dan Jones
: It's Mr. Conductor. Becky
: [starting to reach for him
] Wait a second - neat; how does a doll like that run, on batteries? Mr. Conductor
: Stop it! I don't come with batteries!
: Are you a magician? Mr. Conductor
] No. I am who I am. And who I am is who I'll be, see?
: [choking with laughter
] What is green... green... has six legs... and if it drops out of a tree onto your head, it'll squish you like a bug? OK? Nobody can guess? I'll have to tell you, then. Becky
: I know, a pool-table.
: Did I hear someone say something about honesty being the best policy? Dan Jones
: Gee, Mr. Conductor, whenever you did the right thing, everything worked out. Mr. Conductor
: Of course. Because when you're honest, things have a way of rolling along nicely. And speaking of rolling...
[skates towards the end of the table
] Dan Jones
: MR.CONDUCTOR! LOOK OUT!
: Where have you been? Mr. Conductor
] Oh, I'm running in the Mingfield Marathon. Against a tortoise. Dan Jones
: What're you doing here? Is the race over? Kara
: Yeah. Mr. Conductor
: Oh, I left the tortoise at the starting-line. He's so far behind me, I don't have anything to worry about.
: Do you have time to tell us a story? I mean, aren't you supposed to be running a race, against a tortoise? Mr. Conductor
: Don't worry about him. He probably isn't even to Point Pokey yet.
: But the fair doesn't start for another hour. Mr. Conductor
: Which I why I went early. I'd get trampled and stampled in all those crowds. Besides winning all these prizes, I had an entire baked bean, three whole French-fries, and a bite and a half of apple pie.
: Oh, I get it! It's like a catapult, only stupid.
: I'm looking for a little man. I only saw him once when I was, a boy. I was sitting in a train-station waiting for a train to take me home, but the train was late - and I started thinking that I... I'd never get home again. Kara
: Was the little man all alone? J.B. King
: No. No, he was with his family and he was saying goodbye; that's when I saw him. And I *know* he was, real. And, uh... he whispered a poem in my ear. But I can only remember part of it. Dan Jones
: What did he say? J.B. King
: Uh, he said - in the part I *remember*, he said, uh, "All the sharing that makes life worth living, and the pleasure you get 'cause you're giving, and it's wonderful how all at once you're..." And that's all I can remember. But when he said those words, I knew I'd get home safely, and I did. Becky
: Did he tell you his name? J.B. King
: Mr. Conductor. That was his name.
: [appears bicycling across the information-desk as Becky sits on its edge and tears her drawing
] If I can reach the end in under thirty seconds, I'll have beaten my old record!
[stopst where the shreds are
] Mr. Conductor
: Where do these new obstacles come from?
[honks his horn
: They came from me, Mro Conductor. I tore up my drawing. Mr. Conductor
: It *is* a drawing. That's a familiar-looking eye. I'd like to see this drawing. Becky
: It's too late now. Mr. Conductor
: It's never too late.
[uses his magic to repair the picture
: Wow! Mr. Conductor
: It's Stacy. And she looks a lot better now.
: Kara's not cheating. But the only way I'll ever win is by magic. Mr. Conductor
: Do you know any? Becky
: No... But *you* do. I bet you could use magic to make me a *fabulous* picture! Oh, please? Will you do it, Mr. Conductor? Say you'll do it! Mr. Conductor
: Sounds like winning the contest is really important to you. Becky
: Oh, it is! More important than anything! And this is the only way. Mr. Conductor
: Well, if it's that important... but I hope winning the contest makes you *feel* like a winner.
: Jealousy is one thing you don't want to practice. As for me, I'm going to practice my bicycle-jumps at Mt. Careful. Becky
: You're jumping over mountains? Mr. Conductor
: Oh, no - molehills. Never make a mountain out of a molehill, I say.
: Mr. Conductor, have you ever played the Building-a-Story game? Mr. Conductor
: Well, maybe you'd better tell me how to play it. That way, I'll be able to get the whole story. Stacy Jones
: OK, I'll start. Ooh, the best way to start on a camping-trip is with something... spooky. OK. It was a dark and stormy night.
[thunder cracks from outside and she shivers
] Stacy Jones
: Then, um, the ship was lost at sea. Kara? Kara
: The ship hit a big rock, and water started rushing in. Becky
: The boat started to sink, but before it did, the captain jumped into the dark, dark water. Your turn, Mr. Conductor... Mr. Conductor? Mr. Conductor
: [with his eyes covered
] Is it over yet? I can't look.
: Schemer tried to staple the tent to a tree? Dan Jones
: Yeah. We told him not to. Anyway, see - Schemer sent me back here to get more staples! And then he and Schemee went straight back into the tent, and then into the woods! Stacy Jones
: Oh, no; I hope they'll be all right. Mr. Conductor
: So do I. But you know, it does remind me of the time where Percy wouldn't listen, and he got drenched too. Dan Jones
: I bet Percy wasn't camping with Scout-Sergeant Schemer. Mr. Conductor
: No. But it was almost as bad.
: [seeing the results of Schemer's and the mayor's wishes
] I don't think I'll ever want to make another wish again. Billy Twofeathers
: Oh, I'd think twice about that one, Becky. This is a downright unusual situation. I mean, most of the time wishing is good. It's even important. I mean, everything useful or beautiful that a human being ever achieved began with a wish.
] Midge Smoot
: My stars, child, for the life of me, I do not understand why you children hang out at the station all the time, when nothing ever happens here. Becky
: Well, Ms. Smoot, sometimes a nice quiet day is everything that I could wish for.
: Do you think it's true? Stacy Jones
: Well. Who knows with Midge?
: [in a dress and tiara greeting J. B. King and Barry Prince
] Ah, the king and the prince. I'm honored to meet you. Welcome.
: Do you have storms on the Island of Sodor? Mr. Conductor
: As a matter of fact, Percy got caught in an awful storm once. Becky
: I don't think I wanna hear this right now. Mr. Conductor
: Oh, that's too bad, because the storm passed. Becky
: It did? Mr. Conductor
: And it ends happily, as you'd have found out. But I'll save it for some other time.
: Well, garbage doesn't go away on its own. Somebody's got to take care of it. Kara
: Yeah, but nobody likes garbage. Schemer
] Yeah, except flies; they love it.
: [appears bicycling on a tightrope
] Did someone say trouble? You know, if people were just more careful, they wouldn't end up in any... Dan Jones
: [as his bike topples
] Mr. Conductor! Mr. Conductor
: [riding the wire upside-down
] trouble at all.
: How come you know so much about music? Mr. Conductor
: I've always been a conductor, Becky, but I haven't always worked with trains.
: [of Johnny Appleseed
] Did people pay him to plant all those trees? Billy Twofeathers
: Mm-mm. He didn't care much for money. Some people are like that. Schemer
] Hey, watch where I'm goin'! Becky
: [shaking her head
] And some aren't.
: Do you collect anything, Mr. Conductor? Mr. Conductor
: [raises his sole