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Now the world don't move to the beat of just one drum. What might be right for

you may not be right for some.

A man is born, he's a man of means.

Then along come two, they got nothing but the genes. But they got different

strokes to take, different strokes to take, different strokes to move the

Everybody's got a special kind of story.

Everybody finds a way to shine.

It don't matter that you got not a lot. So what? You'll have yours and I'll have

mine. And together we'll be fine.

Different strokes to move the world. Different strokes to move the world.

How come your eggs are sunny side up? You always like to have them scrambled.

Mr. I forgot, but I can still have them scrambled. All I got to do is this.

Okay, okay, they're scrambled now.

By the way, this note came under the door this morning. Oh, thank you.

This is a letter from the people that own this apartment building.

They've sold it, and it's now under new management.

Uh -oh, bad news.

Why's that fatness?

Well, we used to live under new management, meant the building's falling

but the rent's going up.

You know, this really bugs me.

They promised me that if they ever sold it, I'd have first shot at this

building. Why would you want to shoot a building?

No, honey, what it means is we might have to move. Right, Mr. Drummond?

According to this letter, the new landlord will honor all leases.

I'm looking forward to meeting him.

Me and Will have never met our landlord.

Once a month, our mama would hold a check up to the door, and her hand would

reach in and grab it.

I had a landlord once who was such a cheapskate, his idea of redecorating was

putting a new light bulb in the refrigerator.

Well, hey, not all my... Landlord's a bad dad. His company owns a few shopping

centers, and he's the nicest, most considerate landlord in the whole world.

Kimberly, you didn't have to say that, even if every word of it's true.

That's right.

Our landlord gives us our allowance right on time.

And I spend it right on time.

Hey, look at the time.

If you'll excuse me, I have to go and evict a tenant.

No, no, no, no, really.

All right, I'll see you later, gang. I have an appointment.

Bye -bye. Have a nice day.

Have a good day.

I think I'll watch his limousine pull out of the garage on my telescope.

Oh, you gotta watch that.

Or the doorman frontin' with the lady cab driver.

I'll watch you ever since first.

Chucky? I'm lonely.

What you doing?

Just a minute, Barbie.

I've got to give these plants some tender, loving care.

I know someone else who needs some tender, loving care.

Chucky Poon.

Animal.

at through my telescope oh yeah what uh the doorman kisses a cab driver

this city is so depraved how old are you eight

eight you can't live in this building i can too no you can't

to say he dated a girl with a great face. But nobody.

Now, really, Willis.

But I mean it, Mrs. Garrett.

And the head said I can't live here.

What do you mean you can't live here?

Don't open it. The head.

Don't worry, Arnold. If it's just the head, I'll stick my thumb in its ear

and... it away like a bowling ball.

Is this the Drummond apartment?

Yes.

May I speak to Mr. Drummond, please?

Mr. Drummond's not home just now.

I'm Mr. Sutton, the new owner of the building. I'm living temporarily in the

apartment next door.

My card, Mrs.

Drummond? I'm Mrs. Garrett, the housekeeper.

Housekeeper, huh?

These things cost money, you know.

Now, who are these children?

Mr. Drummond's. Why?

How old are they?

Why do you ask?

The leases here don't allow pre -teen children to live in the building.

If I had my way, there wouldn't be any children living anywhere.

You have an eight -year -old here named Arnold, so you'll have to move.

Move?

Unless you want to send Arnold to camp for five years.

Oh, Mr.

Sutton, you were a child once.

Now I skipped childhood.

I went right from birth to landlord.

Now, where is this little Arnold?

Arnold? Uh... Oh, you mean Cousin Arnold.

He's only visiting here. Right, kids?

Uh -huh.

Now,

who are these two, and how old are they?

Well, I'm Willis, and I'm 13.

I'm Kimberly, and I'm 14.

Oh, yes, I heard about this family. I heard that Mr. Drummond has three

children. Three?

Three. Oh, sure.

There's Arthur. He's the oldest.

How old is Arthur?

He's 15.

And where is Arthur?

Who?

Oh, Arthur.

Where's Arthur?

Where's Arthur?

He's not here. He went out.

Yeah, uh, he's at baseball practice.

He's a shortstop.

A shortstop?

I'd like to see him for myself.

Goodness, you're suspicious.

Don't you trust people?

I did till I was three years old.

My parents moved to Cleveland and didn't bother to tell me.

I'll see you again at two o 'clock.

And if I don't see little Arthur here, I'm going to hand this whole thing over

to my lawyers.

See you at two.

You'll certainly be welcome.

Any landlord of Mr. Drummond's is a landlord of mine.

You sure was.

Oh, yeah?

How am I going to age seven years by two o 'clock?

It's easy.

I just aged ten years in two minutes.

Oh, please forgive me. I didn't know what else to say. I figured I'd stall

until your dad came home.

Oh, I'll have to rest now.

I'm allergic to lying.

It's stuffing up my sinuses.

Would you really have to move all... on account of me.

Gee, I hope not.

Daddy would be crushed.

He lived here with Mother before she died.

Maybe when Mr. D gets home from working, he'll get Mr. Sutton to change his

mind. Are you kidding? You heard the man. He hates children.

Yeah. If he lived on Sesame Street, Big Bird would wind up in a frying pan.

What are we gonna do?

Look, it's all my fault. I'll just go over to that, that landlord.

and throw myself on his mercy.

Who's gonna have any?

I'll get him some.

And then I'll hit him with something he can't resist.

What's that?

My surefire sad face.

If you do that, the man's gonna throw a net on you.

and maybe he can make up some kind of story.

No, forget it. You can't trust Daddy. He always tells the truth.

But I know we've got to do something.

You heard what Mr. Sutton said about his lawyer.

Hey, now we don't mess with no lawyers. We wind up in jail.

Hmm. With my luck, even jail won't take kids my age.

I got an idea how to stall Mr. Sutton. And if it works, maybe he won't even

bother Mr.

D. What is it?

Cousin Arnold, you're about to become my big brother, Arthur.

You should draw my wish.

Can you guys hurry up? It's 2 o 'clock.

Just wait here. We'll be out here. Yeah.

You look terrific, Arnold.

Don't forget, he's Arthur now. Okay.

Are you okay on those stilts?

If this is what they mean by getting high, I don't want to be no part of it.

Just don't think about it.

That's hard to do when your knees are shaking and they ain't even yours.

Just try to walk natural.

Look, the best thing for you to do is stand in one place.

I can't do that. You should have got me a pair of stilts and training wheels.

Hang in there.

Just don't try no disco dancing.

You get the door. I'll hold them up. Okay. I hope Daddy doesn't find out

this one.

Oh, hi, Mr.

Sutton. Hello.

Come in.

Well, yes, you know Willis, and this is my 15 -year -old big brother, Arthur.

Arthur, huh? Yeah. He doesn't look 15 to me. I'm 15 if I'm an inch.

You look like the kid I saw in the terrace.

Me? I don't look like that little shrimp.

How come he walks so strange?

He's a strange kid.

Oh.

Um, Arthur hurt his leg in baseball practice, didn't you, Arthur?

Oh, yeah, but it's not too serious. I set the bone myself.

If you excuse me now, Arthur has to go soaking still.

I mean, kid.

What was that?

Oh, bye -bye, Mr. Sutton. Thanks for dropping by.

Who do you think you're kidding?

You're not going to get rid of me that easy.

I want to see Arnold and Arthur in the same room.

That's impossible.

Why?

Um, because Arnold went home.

Where does he live?

Brooklyn.

How's that again?

Bronx.

How can he live in the Bronx and Brooklyn at the same time? He uses a

skateboard. Right.

Well, bye, Mr. Sutton. Have a good day. Have a good day. It was very nice

meeting you.

Oh, well, I had a real good rest tonight.

I didn't know it was you.

Oh?

You want me to show you my driver's license?

Well, I really didn't expect you home so early.

I thought I was a plant salesman. Oh.

Hi, Willis. Hi, Arnold.

Hi. Oh, who are you? I'm Mr. Sutton, your new landlord.

Hi, I'm... Arnold.

Don't tell me you're Cousin Arnold, too.

What are you kids up to?

Well, Daddy, we're just playing with our big brother, Arthur.

That's right. because Cousin Arnold ain't around.

Who ain't around?

Here.

What's this?

I'm breaking in a new pair of elevator shoes.

Now, what is going on here? I'll tell you what's going on, Drummond.

Your lease does not allow an eight -year -old child to live in this building.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about if you're not out by the end of the month, I'm going to evict

you.

Evict us?

No place to live at my age. There ought to be an old folks home for eight -year

-olds.

Mr.

Sutton, I can't believe you're serious about evicting my family.

That's what a lot of my tenants say when they find themselves with their

furniture out on the sidewalk.

Hello? Always at Christmas time, right?

Oh, that's low, Drummond, low.

True, but low.

Look, Mr. Sutton, if pre -teenage children aren't permitted in this

how come the old landlord didn't object?

Oh, he was one of those nice guys.

He didn't deserve the name landlord.

I just don't understand.

What have you got against little children?

I get more rent without them.

And children make noise.

Their toys are noisy.

Even their cereals make noise.

Not ours.

Our cereals don't snack, Crackle and Pop.

Ours just lie there and go, shh.

Cute, very cute.

That's another thing.

Kids spread germs.

I wouldn't worry if I were you. No self -respecting germ would go near you.

Stick some stones, Drummond. What's more, children are untidy. They're

than dogs.

Well, I'll just have Willis follow me around with a shovel.

This is just ridiculous.

I'll go and get my copy of the lease and I'll find out just what my rights are.

Do that, Drummond. Do it.

Say,

aren't there a lot of lights burning this early in this apartment? I mean, I

pay the utility bills, you know.

Why not have a candlelight dinner?

Thanks. You're not my type.

I happen to be a married man.

My condolences to your wife.

How can you even consider evicting this sweet little boy?

Just look at that face.

And that laughing mouth.

And those adorable, chubby little cheeks.

And don't forget my twinkling eyes.

I'm not impressed.

When I was a kid, I used to boo Shirley Temple.

All right. Now we will go through this leaf and find out exactly where I stand.

Uh -huh. Here it is.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

No pre -teenagers, right?

Mm -hmm.

We are in trouble.

Clause 12E, my favorite clause.

Gosh, I love the real estate business.

Mr. Sutton.

If you owned the North Pole, Santa Claus would be out on his ice.

You don't like me, do you? Oh.

Well, guess what?

I don't care.

When I want love, I go to the bank.

Well, gang, I don't approve of your prank, but thank you for doing it. I

why you did it.

It looks like we're going to have to find ourselves a new place to live.

That's no fair.

Mr.

Drummond, how about Alaska?

You know, if the landlord rejects the kids, maybe we could pass on off as a

penguin.

You know, sometimes I think it would be a better world if they left the building

standing and tore down some of the landlords.

See, Mr. Drummond, it's all my fault that you have to leave this.

Beautiful apartment.

Now, Arnold, you're much more important than any apartment.

I'd run away if you let me cross the street.

It's true, I have a lot of memories here.

And this place is important to me.

But times change.

And I guess you just have to change with them. We'll find another place every

bit as nice as this, won't we, Mrs. Garrett? Every bit.

But it won't mean as much to you as this one.

Oh, come on.

Look, we got our health.

We got each other.

In fact, I'd say we've got just about everything.

Yeah, everything but a forwarding address.

Come on, kids.

I've seen happier faces in a can of sardines.

This is the last soda we're ever slurping and the last corn we're ever

Oh, Arnold, we'll just do it in another apartment.

was slurping and popping in a strange place.

Hello, family.

Hi, Mr. Drummond.

Yeah, hello.

Any luck finding an apartment?

I'm afraid not. Oh, dear.

Well, the broker thought he had a place.

The advertisement said conveniently located near transportation.

That meant that if you swam across the Hudson, you could catch a subway.

Have you seen what's in the Hudson River?

You could walk across it.

Excuse me. They're playing my song.

Good afternoon.

You want a bet?

This is my wife.

Pleased to meet you.

Congratulations.

I didn't expect anyone human.

I wish you'd try to behave like a lady, Mrs. Gerrits.

I always behave like a lady.

If you have any... any doubt, we can settle it down in the parking lot.

What is it this time, Sutton? Oh, hello, Drummond.

This is my wife. She's arrived from Chicago.

She's an interior decorator. She wants to look at this apartment for the new

tenant.

Well, it's not convenient right now.

Drummond, just because I'm evicting you doesn't mean we can't be friends.

Oh, sure, and every year we can have a party celebrating the anniversary of our

eviction.

Hey, Mr. Drummond, we're going down to the party. Oh, it's you.

Return of the werewolf.

Is that Arnold, the illegal squatter?

This is my son Arnold, Mr. Sutton.

Mr. Sutton?

You mean to tell me you still live with your mother?

I beg your pardon.

I'll have you know, this lady is my wife.

Oh. Well, I guess that was your daughter I saw kissing you out on the terrace

yesterday.

We don't have a daughter, do we?

Oh, well.

Anyway, she sure was pretty.

Emily, the boy doesn't know what he's talking about. I don't know any pretty

ladies.

Except for you, of course.

Sure you do.

Don't you remember she called you Chuckie Poo?

And she had that crazy laugh.

That one, you said she died.

Emily, the boy is obviously lying.

Now, hold it right there, Chuckie Poo.

My son is not lying.

If Arnold says a lady kissed you on your terrace, that's where she kissed you.

You know, children often have active imaginations.

So do adults, I'm calling my lawyer.

Oh, wait a minute, Emily. The boy said he saw what he didn't see.

He obviously has bad eyesight.

He does not.

Of course he does.

Here.

Tell me what's on the cover of this magazine.

Arnold. Go ahead. He's asking for it. Give it to him.

What's on the cover of this magazine?

Ah, a man in a gray suit carrying a brown suitcase with the initials R .J.

it. He has a gray hat with a blue feather.

Lucky guess.

Oh, wait a minute, Emily.

He's memorized every magazine in this apartment.

Oh.

Bet you can't read this.

Hmm. The law to protect families who rent have been enacted in several

Michigan, New York, New Jersey. He shouldn't be reading this.

What is that?

Oh, nothing.

On top of it, it says fair housing for families with children.

Fool. Oh, you are such a fool, Chuckie Poo.

Emily, wait, Emily.

Fool. Don't call me a fool in front of the tenants.

A flashy couple.

What's he yelling about? Yeah, what's going on in here?

Hey, I was just going to call you.

Great news!

We don't have to move!

Yeah, right!

Why would I have to move? You know, what happened? Well, Mr. Sutton didn't tell

us about a law that says it's illegal to refuse to rent to anybody because of

age. Oh. And that definitely includes little cousin Arnold.

Not to mention big brother Arthur.

Save the day.

But there's still one thing I don't understand.

If that lady I saw Mr.

Sutton kissing on the terrace wasn't his wife or his daughter, then who was she?

Well, we just don't know.

Well, I guess it was just some kind of bimbo.

Nothing but the genes that they got.

Different strokes to take.

Different strokes to take.

Different strokes to do the work.

Different strokes to take.

Different strokes.