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MAN: Here we go. HELGA: Arnold!

(YOWLING) (BARKING)

Hey, Arnold!

(CRASHING)

(SCREAMS)

Hey, Arnold!

Arnold.

Arnold.

(SIREN WAILING) Arnold.

Arnold.

Move it, football head!

ALL: Hey, Arnold!

(WIND GUSTING)

(ALARM RINGING)

Hey, Arnold. Hey, Arnold.

Hey, Arnold. Hey, Arnold.

(OVER RADIO) ♪ Cool jazz ♪

NED: It's 7:00 on MJZZ.

And here's the weather report, as if you didn't know,

we're still in the middle of a heat wave.

Today's gonna be another scorcher, cats and chicks,

for highs in the low hundreds.

Above all, try to stay cool.

(HORNS HONKING) (INDISTINCT YELLING)

MAN: You stupid... I gotta get a windshield.

(SNORING, GROWLING)

Not today, Rufus.

Please, it's too darn hot.

HAROLD: Ah!

So what if the door can't be opened from the inside?

This is the life!

(LIGHTS FLICKERING)

Hey, move it, man. It's my turn.

(FLIES BUZZING)

NED: And we'll be back with more of that much-needed

cool school jazz after this news.

City-wide sanitation strike continues,

as garbage collection takes a holiday.

In other news, dissident filmmaker

remains under house arrest.

More at 11:00.

Arnold, a little cold air.

Is that so much to ask? Is it?

(SIGHS)

I can't stand it, Arnold.

It's hotter than blazes.

I'm a grandma with a husband,

a young grandson, and a boarding house

full of people to be responsible for.

Tsk. (SIGHS)

ARNOLD: This heat is so crazy,

it's got Grandma acting normal.

(WHIRRING)

I'm telling ya, one good shot with my wrecking ball,

and we can get ourselves some Grade A

cross-ventilation going here.

Nobody's knocking down any walls,

ya hot-headed loony.

This thing's keeping us plenty cool enough.

(AIR CONDITIONER SPUTTERS)

Oh, great. What is this? A brown-out or what?

Would you do something? I'm melting here.

Now, now. Everyone calm down.

In these modern times,

there's always a smart high-tech solution

to problems like these.

Arnold, run down to the store and get us some ice.

(DOOR BEEPING)

Do you have any ice? Aisle five.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR BEEPING)

Hey, Arnold, what's that?

No time to talk now, Gerald.

I gotta get this ice inside before it...

Melts.

Oh, no. What am I gonna do?

Well, I'll tell you one thing I wouldn't do.

I wouldn't go back in there empty-handed.

Oh, come on, Gerald. These people are my family.

They won't get mad at me over a lousy bag of ice.

GRANDPA: What? No ice?

Why you... (ALL YELLING)

Come on, let's get out of here!

(SIGHS) We gotta do something, Gerald.

I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

Yeah! Whoo-hoo! All right!

Hey!

(SIGHS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(FIRE CRACKLES)

Now what are we gonna do?

A movie? That's a great idea.

It sure would be cool in there.

I wonder what's playing.

GERALD: The Day the Sun Exploded?

ARNOLD: Invasion of the People Melters?

BOTH: Hotter than the Sun?

(GROANS) Oh, no.

Look at that line.

I know!

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Oh, no!

Hey, mister, make room.

Forget it, kid. You're too late.

Besides, the water's not even cold.

I don't care. Let me in. Come on, let me in.

Come on, Arnold. Just forget about it.

Oh, we're gonna die, Gerald.

That's all there is to it.

We're just gonna keep sweating until there's nothing left.

Hey, look!

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

You can't do this to us. It's not human.

Hey, free market economics, kid.

Haven't you ever heard of supply and demand?

Yeah, well, I demand

that you supply me with some ice-cream,

before I knock your teeth out.

(ALL YELLING)

BOY: Come on!

What's going on? Price gouging.

The jerk's charging 20 bucks for a scoop of ice-cream.

Twenty bucks?

Well, actually, rum-raisin is only 15,

but he wants 30 for cookie dough.

But that's no fair.

I'll take a snow cone.

$18.

All I have is 70 cents. What'll that get me?

(LAUGHS) Nothing! ARNOLD: Hey!

(GRUNTS) Let me tell you a little bit

about my day, Mr. Jolly Olly Man.

The brown-out shut down my air conditioner.

My bag of ice melted before I could get it home.

I couldn't get into the movie theater, or the city pool.

And, now, when I finally found a little relief from the heat,

a little ice-cream,

you snatch it away.

You better sell me some ice-cream at a fair price,

or face the consequences.

You can't do anything, you're just a kid.

Oh, yeah?

(CHANTING) No ice-cream, no peace!

No ice-cream, no peace!

No ice-cream, no peace! ALL: No ice-cream, no peace!

No ice-cream, no peace!

No ice-cream, no peace!

No ice-cream, no peace!

Oh, my love is so brave.

No ice-cream, no peace!

No ice-cream, no peace!

No ice-cream, no peace!

No ice-cream, no peace!

Uh-oh, Arnold. I think you started something.

ALL: No ice-cream, no peace! No ice-cream, no peace!

No ice-cream, no peace!

We've had enough!

We want our ice-cream,

and we want it at a price we kids can afford.

You said it, sister! That's right.

And if we don't get it,

we're gonna do something really bad.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Arnold, what is she talking about?

I don't know.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Okay, okay!

You can have rum raisin for 10.

Let's turn over the truck!

BOY: Yeah! (ALL YELLING)

(TRUCK RATTLING)

No, wait till I get down, you dopes.

Morons. Okay, let's do it!

(ALL CHEERING)

Yeah, let's turn it over.

(SPITS)

(BONE CRACKS) Ooh!

(GROANS) Is there a doctor in the house?

Dude, we gotta do something.

Me? Yeah, you started this.

ALL: Flip the truck! Flip the truck!

Flip the truck! Flip the truck!

(GULPS)

Excuse me. I said, excuse me.

Excuse me!

Look, you have a right to be angry.

But we can't let the heat make us that crazy.

The Jolly Olly Man is our friend.

Harold, have you forgotten that time he sold you

that slightly damaged snowcone at half-price?

And, Helga. What about those

chocolate-covered bubblegum drumsticks you love?

Doesn't he always have them in stock?

And, Eugene.

Didn't he help you that time you were choking

on your favorite rainbow turbo pops?

I really, really need a doctor.

The heat is turning us against each other.

Jolly Olly Man against kids,

kids against Jolly Olly Man.

It's the heat, don't you see?

This has to stop. What do you say?

Flip the truck!

(ALL CHEERING)

ALL: Flip the truck! Flip the truck!

Well, I gave it my best shot.

Flip the truck! (ALL YELLING)

Flip the truck! Flip the truck!

Flip the truck! Flip the truck!

What are we gonna do? I don't know.

(YELLING CONTINUES)

Hey. (THUNDER RUMBLING)

Flip the truck!

Flip the truck. (THUNDER RUMBLING)

(ALL CHEERING) It's a miracle!

(LAUGHING, CHEERING)

I am outta here.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Got a little crazy back there, didn't it?

Don't blame yourself, Arnold.

It was the heat.

Well, it's nice to have things back to normal.

NED: (ON RADIO) And the forecast is rain, rain, rain,

for the rest of the week, kids.

We're predicting massive floods,

with winds gusting to 60 miles an hour.

So put away that garden hose, cats,

don't bother watering the cactus.

(WIND BLOWING)

(OVER RADIO) ♪ MJZZ

♪ Cool jazz ♪

First snow of the season.

Eh, first snow of the season.

Hey!

(LAUGHING)

Dagnabit, darn kids!

Crack-a-jackin', concern,

you good for nothing, jitterbugging,

reese-bopping, jim-jazz, flip-flopping...

NED: And we're back with more of that

straight ahead jazz after this weather report.

How about that crazy blizzard last night, kids?

The city's buried in 14 inches of powder,

and you're in the middle of it.

School closures, school closures.

Come on, school closures.

NED: And now, for that list of school closures.

Yes! Let's go, P.S. 118.

NED: P.S. 112, closed.

P.S. 113, closed.

P.S. 114, 115, 116, 117.

Hmm, can't quite read this next one.

118, 118.

NED: Oh, yeah. P.S. 118, closed.

Yes, yeah!

Better make a list.

Hmm, wrap the pipes, fix the heater,

shovel the sidewalk, defrost the refrigerator.

Go sledding, start a snowball fight.

Carve ice sculptures, make snow angels...

Clean the garage, salt the sidewalk,

de-ice the windshield, change the filters, mount the snow tires...

Make a snowman, build an igloo.

Ooh! Uh, sorry, Grandpa.

What's your hurry, Nanook?

Gerald's meeting me at the corner to go sledding.

The whole city's one giant sled hill, Grandpa.

Mmm, one giant traffic jam, if you ask me.

Have a good time.

Thanks, see ya.

'Course, before you go,

I could use a little help shovelling the walk.

Sure, how long could that take?

(GRUNTS)

(DOG BARKING)

(BARKING) (KIDS SQUEALING)

Yep, life isn't all fun, you know. (GRUNTS)

It's not some turkey shoot.

You gotta work once in a while.

That's the trouble with our society.

(GRUNTS) No work ethic.

Hee-yah! Must rescue the missionaries.

On, team! On, team!

Hee-yah!

GERALD: Hey, Arnold.

Here's your sled. Let's hit the hill.

Um, I'll catch up to you as soon as we're done shoveling the sidewalk.

Okay, man.

I hope you make it before spring.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I hate the snow, I hate the snow

♪ I hate the rain, and I hate the sleet

♪ Man, I sure do hate the snow

♪ Feet are froze, and my toes are, too

♪ I hate...

Whoa!

♪ I hate the snow, I hate the snow ♪

(LAUGHING)

What are you rotten brats up to now?

You better not be throwing snowballs

at city buses again! We're not.

(LAUGHING)

Bus!

(SCREAMS) I can't see! We're all gonna die!

(PIG GRUNTS)

Well, short man, that's...

(CRASHING)

Must rescue the missionaries!

On, team! On, team! Hee-yah!

(KIDS SHOUTING PLAYFULLY)

HAROLD: Come on, Eugene!

You can do it. You can do it.

Okay, here goes.

(CHEERING)

Look out below!

Whee!

(SCREAMS)

(KIDS CHEERING)

(SNOW RUMBLING)

I'm okay.

(SMOOCHING)

Dumb football-headed snowman.

(SIGHS) Well, boy, that's it.

That's it? Great!

I'll just get my sled and I'm gonna go.

(THUDDING)

Hey, the furnace is out. I'm freezing.

This is nothing.

You should have been here in the winter of '49,

if you want real cold.

I don't care. I was in Vietnam in 1949.

Plus, I wasn't born yet.

You fix my pipes, or no rent.

Will you stop your yapping?

All right, all right. I said all right.

(KIDS LAUGHING)

All right, then.

I'll fix the furnace,

and you can wrap the pipes.

(SIGHS)

(STEAM HISSING)

First snow of the season, huh?

Hey, Arnold. Arnold, it's almost 2:00.

The snow's starting to melt.

There's work to do, Gerald. I can't go.

Come on, you've been working all day.

Give it a rest.

Life isn't all fun, Gerald.

It's not some turkey shoot.

You gotta work once in a while.

That's the trouble with our society.

No work ethic.

(KIDS CHATTERING) (BELLS CHIMING)

GRANDPA: That's the trouble with our society.

No work ethic.

(DOG BARKING)

(LAUGHING)

Let the game begin!

Ice rink!

(KIDS CHATTERING)

(CHEERING AND WHOOPING)

(KIDS CHEERING) GRANDPA PHIL: Hey, Nanook.

Get out here. We need a forward.

Let the game begin!

(ALL CHEERING)

One side! Come on,

I'll take you all on. (LAUGHS)

Go ahead, try and get through me.

Get him!

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Hyah!

One side, shrimp bait!

(GASPS)

Hyah!

(PUCK THUDS)

(KIDS CHEERING)

(LAUGHING)

That's the problem with society today.

What, we got no work ethic?

No, you got no play ethic.

You sure this is okay, Grandpa?

Okay? 'Course it's okay.

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

(THUDS) (ALL CHEERING)

(LAUGHING)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

Hmm.

(ALL CHEERING) BOY: Oh, man!

(PUCK THUDS)

Yay! (LAUGHS)