The Fix It Boys Page #2

Hey get that

stink away from me.

I'm curious, does the story

that you previously cited

that we wouldn't

be interested in,

involve science, by any chance?

Who cares about that.

Does anyone get clobbered?

And most importantly,

is there any

good looking adventurous

people in it?

If you're gonna tell

it, tell it right.

Start at the beginning.

Guys, what I'm about to tell you

isn't just any old

campfire story.

It's a story of mystery,

adventure and danger,

all rolled into one.

It all began about five

years ago back at our home

at the Jungle of Gold junkyard.

Jungle of Gold?

The name of our

parents' junkyard.

And the location of our

Fix It Boys headquarters.

(STARTLING TONE)

(BRIGHT, PLAYFUL MUSIC)

BEN:
Although

it was a junkyard,

we never really thought

of any of it as junk.

For us, it was a place of

mechanical treasures and wonder.

With a last name like

Junk, I guess you could say

we were born to do

this sort of work.

Our parents were

on the road a lot,

so they relied on Uncle

Jim to look after us.

(WHISTLING)

Baby I need you like a

spark plug needs a wire

BEN:
Though sometimes I

think us looking after Uncle Jim

is what my parents

really had in mind.

Growing up around all that

junk, I mean treasure,

we learned how to fix

just about anything.

And I'm not just talking

about toy wagons,

but important stuff too.

We became so good in fact,

that we opened our

own Fix It business.

Whatever you need fixed,

the Fit It Boys can put

the pieces together.

That was our business motto.

Until that hot July morning,

I didn't think there wasn't

anything we couldn't fix.

Boy were we wrong.

And that's where

the story begins.

(VOICES AND STATIC

CRACKLING FROM RADIO)

(ELECTRICAL HUMMING AND BUZZING)

Are you putting grease

in your hair again?

Don't be ridiculous.

It's motor oil.

Can't improve on perfection.

(ELECTRICAL HUMMING AND BUZZING)

And your transmitter

looks goofy, by the way.

Perhaps however, unlike

most of your gadgetries,

my wireless modem

actually works.

You won't think it's

so silly when I land us

some Fix It business

this summer.

BEN:
Now you'd probably

assume that Cricket was

the brains of the operation.

We could use some new tread.

And I was just the

incredibly handsome,

muscular brawn of the team.

CRICKET:
Oh

brother, humility Ben.

Okay, I'll admit that

my mechanical innovations

have been know to go

a little, haywire.

Like the time I rewired the

courthouse for the mayor.

I'm telling you

it's the this one...

No, it's this one.

I'm telling you,

this is the one

that will turn off the lights.

But this one is marked

security checkpoint.

Well then it's labeled wrong.

So would you just

trust me for once?

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(EXPLOSION BOOMS)

(ELECTRICAL WHIRRING DOWN)

Oh, it's bang.

I've been telling you

we need to build solar

panels for headquarters.

Yeah, that's easy.

You know Cricket, I've been

thinking about this summer.

And I think I know what we need.

A firizer signed

for your hair?

A challenge, I mean a

real Fix It challenge.

Wasn't designing the

prosthetic leg for the Yoder kid

last summer challenge

enough for you?

Yeah, but the

part's already there.

All we did was put it together.

We made it from

a Rex 72 Pinto.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

GIRL:
Hello in there.

Uncle Jim's in

charge of car parts.

It's just some girl.

Could be our first

customer of the summer.

Right.

What do you want?

Well that's not a very nice

way to welcome a visitor.

Can't you say something

nice, like hello, how are you

or how about welcome,

we're the Jungle Junk Boys.

I hate that name.

Okay, welcome.

We're the Fix It boys.

Now what do you want?

My name is Mary Beth Anne

and I have something

that needs to be fixed.

You have three first names.

So?

It's just kinda weird.

You're one too talk.

A customer?

She's just a kid though.

Is her money green?

What color's your money?

The color of a princess'

eyes in a field of clover.

I love what you've

done with the place.

Nice cross.

It's a wireless modem.

I've been looking for that.

(GLASS BREAKS)

(CAT MEOWS)

Hi, I'm Cricket and

this is my brother Ben.

How can we help you?

Well first I would

like to thank you

for seeing me without

an appointment.

I don't recognize

you from school.

I'm homeschooled.

I found you online.

You have a wonderful

internet presence.

And your knack for

mechanical betterment

is practically legendary.

It is.

I even heard you

mastered a Rubik's Cube.

It's quite simple actually.

We simply disassembled a cube

and put the pieces back

together the correct way.

Even so.

What is it you need

us to fix for you?

My parents, you see,

they're getting a divorce.

I'm sorry, but we don't

do marriage counseling.

It doesn't matter, 'cause

they already done that.

And what happened?

Well it all began when we

first started going to church

near our home.

And the preacher there,

Pastor Murphy, saw right away

that my parents'

marriage was in trouble.

So he counseled them.

Things seemed to get

better for a while.

And they just got worse again.

I'm very sorry, but

as I said we don't...

Would you let her

tell the story already?

As I was saying, one

night Pastor and his wife

came to try talking with

my parents one last time.

Love is patient, love is

kind, it does not boast.

MARY BETH:
He

talked for a long time.

He read to my parents

from his Bible a lot too.

But you see we never had

gone to church much before,

so I didn't hardly

understand anything

of what he was saying.

PASTOR:
It keeps

no record of wrongs.

MARY:
And I don't think

my parents did either.

Love does not delight in evil,

but rejoices with the truth.

God's word is here to

help your marriage.

Did it help, the

Bible stuff, I mean?

Dad just got

angry and Mom cried.

Ben, conference.

Excuse us a moment.

What is it?

This stuff, it's out of

our field of expertise.

She's not asking us

to fix her moped.

She's asking us to save her

parents' from getting a divorce.

A divorce!

Yeah, so?

So we can't help her.

And the longer we lead her on,

the more hurt she's

going to be in the end

when we tell her

we can't help her.

Maybe she just needs

to talk you know.

She hasn't asked

for anything yet.

Then tell me Dr. Phil, why

else would she come here?

We're the Fix It Boys, remember?

Mary Beth, how

exactly can we help you?

I was getting to that part.

I was still watching

from the stairs

when they're getting

ready to leave.

And that's when I

heard him say it.

Pastor Murphy told his wife:

If they could just find

the pearl of great price.

That if only my

parents could find

the pearl of great price then

that would be the foundation

to healing their marriage.

Pearl of great price?

Yeah, I don't get it either.

What pearl?

I was thinking a lot about

that and I think I know.

When things were getting

better between my parents,

my dad went out and

bought a really nice,

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