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MAN: Here we go. HELGA: Arnold.

(YOWLING) (BARKING)

Hey, Arnold!

(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(CRASHING)

(SCREAMS)

Hey, Arnold!

Arnold.

Arnold.

(SIREN WAILING) Arnold.

Arnold.

Move it, football head.

ALL: Hey, Arnold!

Hey, Arnold.

It's great that we're on the same team.

Hope we both get to play.

Oh, sure. In this league, we'll all get to play.

(WHISTLE)

(PANTING)

I'm Coach Wittenberg.

Welcome to Youth League basketball.

Being as I am the coach of the said team,

it's recumbent that you do whatever I dictate.

So heretofore,

our strategic strategy will constitute the idea

that we revolve our offense

around one player.

Tucker? Yeah, Dad.

Dad?

This is Tucker.

Would have been the league MVP last year if it wasn't for the voting.

Now, for all intents and purposes,

our strategy will consist thusfully.

Get the ball to Tucker.

Everyone understand?

CHILDREN: Yeah, whatever.

Louder please!

Yes, Coach Wittenburg.

Good. Now it's time for layup practice.

Move it! (WHISTLE)

Arnold, pass the ball to Tucker.

Gerald, pass it to Tucker.

Stinky, pass the ball to Tucker.

Nice pass to Tucker.

(WHISTLE) Arnold.

Excellent pass to Tucker, Arnold.

(WHISTLE) Gerald.

Very, very nice.

(WHISTLE) Stinky.

Way to pass it to Tucker.

(WHISTLE) All right, let's break it up.

Start passing to Tucker.

(WHISTLE) Good pass.

Don't dribble too much.

Give that ball to Tuck. That's it.

You don't have to dribble. Just pass it to Tucker.

That's it. Good catch, Tucker.

I want you to be dreaming passes to Tucker.

Man, it's all about getting the ball to Tucker.

Some team, huh?

You're telling me.

I wish we could run that play we worked out in the park.

This really bites.

(WHISTLE)

Boys.

It's our first game.

And before we go out there,

I want you guys to remember the words

of the great Guy Lombardo.

There is no "I" in "Team."

Now, get up there and make sure Tucker gets the ball.

Let's go.

(WHISTLE)

What?

(BUZZER)

COACH: Arnold.

You fragrantly didn't listen to me.

The game plan is simple.

Get the ball to...

I know, sir, Tucker.

But he wasn't open.

Don't unrespect the game plan.

You need to think about your insubordinance.

You're out of the game! Go park yourself in the bench, Arnold.

ARNOLD: Grandpa, I got a problem.

I think I'm gonna quit the basketball team.

Quit? Why?

I'm benched 'cause I wouldn't pass the ball to the coach's kid.

It's totally unfair, Grandpa.

Have I ever told you

about how I always wanted to be in the circus?

Yeah, you did, Grandpa. But...

When I was a kid, I wanted nothing more

than to be a trapeze artist.

But the only job I could get

was cleaning up after the elephants.

Thirteen years with my pail and shovel,

following around Jumbo and Big Nelly.

I thought about quitting,

but I remembered what my grandfather said to me.

What was that? "Don't quit, you ninny."

So, I stuck with it.

And eventually, you got a chance to the trapeze?

No.

Although I did get an audition as the bearded lady.

But, Arnold,

those were the cleanest elephant cages

this side of the Bengal Bay.

You know, Grandpa, you make a lot of sense. Thanks.

Anytime, short man.

(CHILDREN CHEERING)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(WHISTLE)

Foul. Two shots.

Come on, Tucker.

We need both shots.

Don't let me down, son.

For cryin' out loud, you can't miss those big free throws, Tucker.

Suck it up, son.

(BUZZER) (CHEERING)

You don't miss free throws with the game on the line!

It almost makes you feel bad for the guy.

Yeah, almost.

You coming, Arnold? I'm just gonna shoot around.

Okay, I see you later, man.

Wow, I can't believe it.

Hey, Arnold. Hey, Tucker.

Where'd you learn to shoot your foul shots like that?

You know. Around.

Man, I could never do that.

Come on, son, don't let me down.

Take the shot. Don't let me down.

Come on, son. Don't let me down.

Make a shot!

(ECHOING)

Every time I try,

I think of my dad and choke.

Big time.

I really need to learn how to sink my free throws.

I guess I could teach you to do my shot.

Really? Hey, that would be great.

All right. Meet me tomorrow at the outdoor court

near Demado's grocery store.

3:30. Don't be late.

How many little dots are on the surface of this ball?

I don't know. I never really thought about it.

ARNOLD: There are 9366 little dots.

You must know the ball intimately.

Okay. You're ready to start free throws.

Finally.

You're kidding.

Trust the ball.

Trust the ball?

Trust the ball.

(OBJECTS CLATTERING, CAT YOWLING)

You didn't trust the ball.

Now. Do it again.

(DEEP BREATH)

Yeah. Good.

Boys, this game is critical.

We wanna make a play-off type situation.

So, whether we win, or lose,

I want you guys to go out there and win.

Thus spoken, I want you to remember one ordinal rule.

No missed free throws.

(BUZZER) Okay, now go get 'em.

Come on, boys.

(WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE) Foul. Two shots.

Come on, Tucker, baby.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Trust the ball, Tucker.

(CHEERING)

(WHISTLE)

(CHEERING)

(BUZZER)

Tucker, your free throw shooting is terrific.

What did you do? Eh, nothing special.

Just good old-fashioned hard work.

All on your own, huh?

Yeah, all on my own.

That's my boy, Tucker.

(BUZZER)

Now just keep it up in the second half, and the game is ours

All right, boys.

Tucker, Stinky, Robert, Lamar, and Frankie.

You guys start the half.

Gerald and Ravi, take a breather.

Arnold, bring me a towel.

Hey, what's the matter?

Eh, nothing.

(CHILDREN CHEERING)

Breaching in. Two shots.

Don't let me down, son. (ECHOING)

ARNOLD: Trust the ball. Yeah. All on my own.

(LAUGHING)

What are you doing, Tucker?

(LAUGHING)

He's not trusting the ball.

(BUZZER)

Okay. We're down, but we're not out.

The only thing we have to faculate is sink one shot.

And we tie the game,

and we vanish the fools in overtime.

Gerald, you take the ball up court,

and give it to Tucker on the low post.

Tucker, you better sink this shot, son.

Don't let me down.

(BUZZER)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Tucker.

(WHISTLE)

Foul. Two shots.

COACH: Don't let me down, son.

Ah, my shoulder. (WHISTLE)

Aw, he's faking it.

Tucker, Tuck, are you all right, boy?

I must have got hurt when I got fouled.

Hey, come on, Coach. We need a replacement shooter out here.

You'll have to put somebody else in.

What? There is nobody else.

Well, you can always put in Arnold, Dad.

COACH: Arnold?

That kid doesn't follow the rules!

He's not a team player.

No, Dad, listen.

He is a team player.

He's the one who really taught me how to shoot.

Tucker!

The play-offs are on the line here.

I can't put him in.

He can do it, Dad.

And so can this team.

Give them a chance. For once.

(GRUNTING) Get in there, Arnold.

And don't screw up.

CHILDREN: (CHANTING) Arnold, Arnold...

(CHEERING AND CHANTING)

BOY: Good fighting, Arnold.

(SIGHING)

(WHISTLES) Time out!

If we make a two-pointer

instead of a free throw, we'll win the game.

Let's do that play we worked on at the park.

I'll put the ball where it needs to be,

and you guys do the rest. Got it?

TEAM: Let's go!

(CHILDREN CHEERING)

(CHILDREN CHANTING)

COACH: You guys are the greatest.

What a victory, men.

Arnold, you have restored upon me

a volatile lesson in team work.

From now on,

the suppository of the team strategy

will proceed as thusly.

Everyone touches the ball!

(ALL CHEERING)

Then we pass it to Tucker.

Dad. Who will pass it to the rest of you.

You guys are the worst

nucular ball players I've ever seen.

Don't you know you are facing me, Harold?

The greatest warrior of balls who ever lived?

Aw, give it up, pink boy.

You haven't hit a kid in 50 throws.

Oh, yeah.

Watch this.

Hold still, Arnold, I'm beaning ya.

(GRUNTS) Harold, Harold.

You okay, man?

I hurt my nosy.

Let me see that.

Uh, you're fine, Rudolph.

I'm not fine. I am hurt bad.

And I'm gonna kick Arnold's butt.

Who? Me?

(YELLING)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

BOY: Let him go.

MAN: What are you doin'?

Uh, doin'? We weren't doin' nothing.

Whoa.

It's Frankie G.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

It don't look like nothin'.

It looks like somethin'. Let him go.

You okay, kid?

Oh, yeah. Good.

Now, listen, idiot boy.

In the future, leave the football head alone.

Or I'll come back and introduce you to some pavement.

Yes, sir, Mr. G sir. Good.

Come on, kid, I'll give you a ride.

Really?

Okay, Frankie G.

Call me Frankie.

Wow, this is unprecendented.

I can't believe he's riding in Frankie G's bike.

He's the coolest guy in the world.

(ENGINE REVVING) You're okay, kid.

What? I said, "You're okay."

You've got potential.

ARNOLD: You want my pencil?

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(CHILDREN EXCLAIMING) See you tomorrow, Arnold.

Later, Frankie.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Speak to me, buddy.

Tell me about it, Arnold.

Come on, come on. Leave the man alone. Let him breathe.

If Arnold doesn't want to talk about Frankie G right now,

he doesn't have to.

Come on, man, spill it!

(CHATTERING)

Wow, what did you do? Where'd you go?

There's nothing to tell. He's a really nice guy.

He thinks my head's cool,

and he wants to be my friend.

What else is there to say?

(MURMURING)

He's not so scary.

I don't know, Arnold.

There's something I don't like about that Frankie G guy.

Or maybe you're just bummed

'cause there's someone cooler than you around for a change.

Now you realize that's impossible, Arnold.

I am the coolest.

(CHATTERING)

BOY: Whoa. Bike. That's so awesome.

Anybody who Frankie G thinks is cool,

must be the coolest kid in the universe.

(BELL RINGING)

FRANKIE: Hey, Arnold.

ARNOLD: Talk to you later, Gerald.

Hey, man, how's it goin'? Great.

You're ready to go do some stuff?

Well, not right now.

I mean, I'm supposed to go to school.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah, good one.

Anyway, get on. We've got more important things to do.

Well... Okay.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(INAUDIBLE)

ARNOLD: This is where you live?

FRANKIE: Yeah. Come on in. I want you to meet some of the guys.

MAN: Hey, look, it's Frankie.

Hiya, Frankie.

Hey, we'll do something later.

LANDLADY: What? Frankie's here.

When are you gonna pay me my rent?

Ah, come on, Miss Rozali.

You'll get it.

When have I ever let you down?

Aw, you're a good boy, Frankie.

You're a good boy. Get out of here. You're a nice lady.

You're hungry? You can come to my house anytime,

get something to eat. I'll come over tonight.

All right, Frankie, just make sure you bring the rent.

ARNOLD: Wow.

I've never seen anything like this.

Yeah. (CHUCKLING)

Frankie likes music.

FRANKIE: Arnold,

the guys.

Tony B., Philly D., Joey C., and Chas.

Excellent to meet you, old boy.

Chas is new.

Guys, this is Arnold.

(ALL GREETING)

Hey, touchdown, how you doin', kid?

Have a seat, Arnold.

I'll get you a Yahoo.

Uh, hi.

I like your head.

Thanks. I think.

Yeah, man, he's perfect.

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

What a collection.

You know, Arnold,

most kids your age don't appreciate this kinda music.

What a system.

It's amazing.

Triple stack CD remote, with 28-bit over-sampling,

micro-tuner,

joint 360 woofers

with separate sub-channel.

Where did you get all this stuff, Frankie?

Hey, anything you want, you can get

all you gotta do is work hard,

plan things out, and have your priorities in the right order.

Cool.

Guys, a toast

to our new friend, Arnold.

May he always know the true meaning of friendship.

ALL: To Arnold.

(GULPING, BURPING)

(BURPS)

From now on, Arnold, you're one of us.

ALL: One of us.

(ENGINE REVVING) (BRAKES SQUEALING)

ARNOLD: See you tonight, Frankie.

Hey, Arnold. Where have you been?

We were supposed to go skateboarding, remember?

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

But, man, Gerald, I had the best time.

I met Frankie's friends and we hung out.

And guess what.

We have the same taste in music.

But you skipped school.

Well, Frankie said he wanted me to go with him,

and I just went.

What's all this Frankie stuff?

Well, he's my friend.

Come on, he's not your friend.

You don't even know the guy. Sure I do.

Look Arnold, I was talking to my man Fuzzy Slippers

and he says this Frankie G is bad news.

What do you mean, "bad news"?

He just is, that's all.

And if you're smart, you'd stay away from him.

You know, Gerald, you're lucky.

You've always had a big brother to hang out with.

I haven't. And for the first time in my life,

I've got somebody older to look up to,

somebody who likes me even though I'm just a kid.

You'd think that you of all people

would be happy for me.

Instead, you're just jealous.

That's whack, man. What are you talking?

You heard me. You're just jealous.

I thought you were cooler than that.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hey, Arnold, hurry up, we're gonna be late.

ARNOLD: Hey, Frankie,

can I ask you a question?

Sure, Arnold, shoot.

Is there some reason you want me to hang out with you guys?

Something I don't get?

What are you talking about?

ARNOLD: Well, I mean the reason we're hanging out together

is you're really my friend, right?

Of course, I'm really your friend, Arnold.

And you're really my friend, right?

Sure, Frankie.

And friends do friends favors, right?

Yeah. What's the favor?

Get on.

(ENGINE REVVING)

They're late. (SPITS)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

Gene's Hi-Fi?

What are we doing here?

You'll see.

Okay, Frankie G, we're all set.

Let's do it. "Do it"? Do what?

Come on, Arnold, I wanna show you something.

(CAT YOWLING)

See that window up there?

You're the only guy with a head

with right shape to get through that window.

All you gotta do is crawl through,

jump down inside,

and unlock the door. See?

You mean... Yeah.

I need a new tweeter for my system.

(ALL LAUGHING)

So you needed me

to help you steal a tweeter?

Look, Arnold, you wanna be cool, right?

Sometimes, if you wanna be cool,

you gotta bend the rules a little.

I thought we were friends.

Well, we'll be better friends

when you get through that window.

No.

Hey! You're not listening to me.

ARNOLD: What are you doing?

Leave me alone.

No! Let go of me! I won't do it.

Yeah? Watch this.

(GRUNTS) Come on! Stop!

I don't wanna do this.

I won't do this. Come on. Stop.

(SIREN BLARING) Cherry tops!

FRANKIE: So long, sucker.

Later days, triangle face.

Get it out of the way, you crook!

Let me down!

(ARNOLD GRUNTING)

Arnold? Arnold! You okay?

Huh? Gerald?

Hang on, I'll pull you out.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

Thanks, Gerald. Where'd you get that thing anyway?

It's my grandpa's.

I found it in the attic. (SIREN WAILING)

How'd you know I was here?

Hey, I followed you.

I told you those guys were trouble.

Fuzzy slippers tell no lies, man.

Guess I acted pretty dumb.

Yeah, you did.

Hey, Gerald, do me a big favor.

GERALD: Yeah, what?

If I ever do anything like that again, drop a piano on my head.

You got it, man.

Now, who did you say was the coolest?

ARNOLD: You know, you're a bold kid, Gerald.

GERALD: Wait a minute, that's my line.

ARNOLD: Oh, yeah.