Arthur

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

ARTHUR (over TV): Hey, D.W.!

Hey!

Whoa!

So hungry...

So thirsty.

An oasis!

I'm saved!

Come on, girl.

Head for those trees.

Oh, my bunions are killing me!

If you were in such a rush,

you should have rented a dune buggy.

Forget it!

I'll walk.

Suit yourself.

Look at all that juicy, ripe fruit.

Drop that fruit!

Why?

Because I said so, that's why.

Well, that's not good enough.

I'm starving.

Who are you, anyway?

You.

But why would I want to keep myself from eating?

Don't look at me.

This is your meshugeneh dream,

not mine.

I don't understand.

Why do we have to clean everything?

Because this weekend is Yom Kippur,

the biggest Jewish holiday of the year.

I want things to look perfect.

Here, Your Highness.

Dust.

Of course, I get the hard jobs.

Are you kidding?

You have it easy.

You don't have to fast, like I do.

I could fast better than you any day.

Oh, yeah?

I'd like to see you try it.

Fine. I will.

Oh, please.

You don't even know what fasting means.

So? I don't have to know what it means.

I'm still going to win.

Calm down, you two.

Fasting means going without food all day,

and I think you're a little too young to...

Bubby!

Bubby!

Oh, my two favorite grandchildren!

Oh, come, give-- give your Bubby a hug.

Catherine!

Look at you.

Such a beauty!

Even though blue is not really your color, darling.

And my little Frankeleh.

Oh, you have gotten so skinny.

Are you feeding her?

Of course I'm feeding her, Ma.

Don't worry, Frankeleh.

Bubby's here.

I'll make you some real food.

Not on Yom Kippur.

I'll be fasting with you guys.

The child's fasting?

Why?

I want to.

Catherine's doing it.

They grow up so quickly.

Quickly, schmickly.

Listen, young lady, don't be in such a rush.

Before you know it, you'll be old,

you'll be eating mashed peas again

and looking forward to nothing but nap-time.

You want that?

Here, give me that.

I see some spots you missed.

You're not going to eat anything for a whole day?

Yep, from sunset till sunset the next day.

But you can drink water, right?

No, nothing at all for 25 hours.

I don't think I've gone without food or water

for 25 minutes.

My Turkish penpal, Adil, also fasts.

He does it for a whole month during Ramadan.

Here's his e-mail address.

Thanks,

but I doubt I'll be needing his advice.

I'm already in training.

This is all I've eaten since 7:00 this morning.

Hey! What are you doing?

I'm just helping you train.

Hello?

Read residence.

Is this Arthur Read?

Arthur Read who bought a calzone

at Pizza Paula's last Tuesday?

Um, yes.

Congratulations!

You won first place in the Pizza Paula's

Pizza Pigout Raffle.

I did?

What did I win?

All the pizza you and your friends can eat

delivered right to your doorstep

this Saturday afternoon.

No way!

Wait. What's the catch?

There isn't any.

Just invite lots of kids

so I can photograph them eating my pizza.

Is your Mom there?

Hold on.

Mom!

E-mail from Arthur Read.

"Pizza party at Arthur's house this Saturday.

"Be there or be square.

Or round."

Pizza party?

I'm there!

Wait.

It's on Saturday.

No cookies, no pretzels.

It's like living in a health food store.

: What's wrong?

You look terrible.

Are you sick?

I'll go get a thermometer.

I'm fine.

It's just that Arthur's having a pizza party

and I can't go because it's on Yom Kippur.

Can't he have it another day?

Get me his number.

I'll call.

I already did.

The pizzeria said it was too late to pick a new date.

A pizza party, hmm?

Yep, I knew there'd be some reason

you couldn't fast on Saturday.

Well, you're wrong.

As long as you're not eating, I'm not eating.

That was really cool.

I'm actually looking forward

to going again tomorrow.

Feeling a little... peckish?

Nope.

And according to my stopwatch, I only have...

22 hours, 13 minutes and 45 seconds to go.

Your Mom and I are pretty proud of you, kiddo.

Wow.

I'm not even hungry.

This is going to be easy.

Oh yeah, fasting is a piece of cake.

Easy as pie.

Or should I say...

pizza pie.

I know what you're doing,

and it's not going to work.

(Francine's stomach growls)

: What was that?

Is there a dog in here?

Sorry.

It was my stomach.

Oh.

Listen, I need a little rest.

I'll see you at home.

Francine, why don't you keep her company?

Eight hours

and 44 minutes to go.

WOMAN (on TV): ...glazed pecan buns cool.

Mmm.

My extra krispy lickin' stix with Mexicali Cheddarola dip.

Sloppy Joes?

Mom, you're the best!