Mr. Rogers: You and I can pretend anything we want, because we live in neighborhoods where we're allowed to pretend and play.
Lady Aberlin: Where are you going?
Lady Elaine: I'm not sure, but I'm going!
Lady Aberlin: But you can't just pick up and leave in two minutes like that!
Lady Elaine: That's what you think! I do not stay in a neighborhood where there is no play! Boomerang, toomerang, soomerang! (She and the museum-go-round magically disappear.)
Lady Aberlin: Oh! she really did go! Where do you suppose she's gone?!
Lady Elaine: Come on out, Friday! I need to speak with you!
King Friday: What's going on here?
Lady Elaine: I don't like your new rule.
King Friday: It's for everyone's safety.
Lady Elaine: You just can't cut out play. Practically everything in my museum-go-round is play, and I'm not going to cut it out!
King Friday: No play allowed in this neighborhood!
Lady Elaine: Are you sure about that?
King Friday: Absolutely sure.
Lady Elaine: Well then, I'm leaving.
King Friday: What do you mean, Fairchild?
Lady Elaine: I mean, I can't live where there's no play.
Lady Aberlin: You mean you're just going to...take off?
Lady Elaine: I'm leaving, museum-go-round and all! (To King Friday) If you ever have play again here, I may come back. Toot toot! (She vanishes.)
Lady Aberlin: Oh, Uncle Friday. You're making everything so dull with your "No Play Allowed" rule.
King Friday: Dull and safe.
Mr. Rogers: When I was a little boy, I used to play with puppets and toy cars and trucks and all sizes of blocks, and I used to make up all kinds of pretend stories. I guess playing like that helps me make up stories for our Neighborhood of Make-Believe.