Original subtitles

Helga: ARNOLD!

( barking )

HEY, ARNOLD!

( glass shatters )

( girl shrieks )

Helga: HEY, ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

[Captioning sponsored by THE U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION

and NICKELODEON]

AR-NOLD!

MOVE IT, FOOTBALL HEAD!

Kids: HEY, ARNOLD!

Arnold: OKAY, WE'VE GOT TO GET

THIS NEWSPAPER OUT BY TOMORROW.

FRONT PAGE?

I'VE ALMOST FINISHED MY INVESTIGATIVE PIECE

ON THE HALL WATER FOUNTAINS.

SOME HARDLY GIVE YOU ANY WATER.

OTHERS SQUIRT ALL OVER YOUR FACE.

ALL RIGHT, STINKY, GIVE IT A TRY.

( yells )

THANKS.

GOOD WORK.

SOUNDS LIKE AN EXPOSE.

STOP THE PRESSES! MY STORY WILL ROCK P.S. 118

AT ITS VERY FOUNDATION.

HERE, YOU ODD-HEADED EDITOR.

DON'T CHANGE A WORD.

DID YOU CHECK YOUR SOURCES?

OF COURSE I CHECKED MY SOURCES, LIKE, FOUR TIMES.

REMEMBER THE WEEKLY WORD'S MOTTO:

"ALL THE FACTS

ALL THE TIME."

ISN'T THERE ROOM FOR REPORTING WHAT'S BEYOND THE TRUTH?

PRINCIPAL WARTZ GOT PRETTY MAD

WHEN YOU SAID HIS BEST FRIEND WAS A SQUIRREL.

I HAVE PICTURES TO PROVE IT.

LET'S PUT THIS PAPER TO BED, FOLKS.

WE'RE ON A DEADLINE.

( copier humming )

HOT OFF THE PRESS!

THE WEEKLY WORD.

BLASTED FREEDOM OF THE PRESS.

CAN YOU EXPLAIN THIS?

"LEFTOVER LUNCHES USED OVER AND OVER."

"LUNCH LADIES FEED US LEFTOVER FOOD."

HELGA SAID SHE CHECKED HER SOURCES.

HEY, I DID CHECK THEM. LOOK...

FOR SEVERAL DAYS

I ASKED THE LUNCH LADY WHAT WAS FOR LUNCH.

AND EVERY TIME SHE SAID, "SAME OLD THING."

HELGA!

I DON'T LIKE THIS PAPER SULLYING

THE GOOD NAME OF OUR CAFETERIA.

CLEAN UP THIS SCANDAL SHEET AND DECIDE

WHAT KIND OF NEWSPAPER YOU'RE PUTTING OUT:

TRUTH OR FICTION.

Helga: EVERY SINGLE WORD WAS TRUE.

DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME?

IT DIDN'T LIVE UP

TO THIS PAPER'S HIGH STANDARDS.

HIGH STANDARDS?

KIDS DON'T CARE ABOUT HIGH STANDARDS.

THEY WANT TO READ GOOD, JUICY STORIES

THEY CAN SINK THEIR TEETH INTO.

BUT WHAT YOU WROTE ISN'T ACCURATE.

YOU CAN'T STRETCH THE TRUTH WHEN IT'S CONVENIENT.

OUR PAPER REPORTS FACTS.

FACTS, SCHMACTS!

YOU'RE JEALOUS BECAUSE MY STORIES

GRAB PEOPLE MORE THAN YOUR STORIES.

MAYBE WE SHOULD PART WAYS.

THERE'S ROOM IN THIS SCHOOL

FOR ANOTHER NEWSPAPER.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

I THINK YOUR PANSY PUBLICATION

COULD USE SOME COMPETITION.

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW IT'S DONE.

PEOPLE WILL LINE UP TO READ WHAT I WRITE.

SEE YOU IN THE FUNNY PAPERS!

( school bell rings )

THIS NEWSPAPER WILL REDEFINE

WHAT JOURNALISM IS ALL ABOUT.

WE'LL BLOW THE COMPETITION OUT OF THE WATER!

STAFF?

LISTENING.

YOU PROVIDE PICTURES--

I'LL PROVIDE STORIES.

YOU GOT IT, BOSS.

START TYPING THE OBITUARY

FOR A CERTAIN FOOTBALL HEAD

AND HIS SO-CALLED NEWSPAPER!

( laughing evilly )

YOU KNOW, ARNOLD

THIS IS A GREAT ISSUE.

"NEW BIKE RACK VERY POPULAR"

EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!

"ARNOLD IN LOVE WITH A TREE!"

READ ALL ABOUT IT IN THE PATAKI PRESS.

ONLY FIVE CENTS.

SHE'S CHARGING FIVE CENTS?

EXTRA, EXTRA! HOT OFF THE PRESS!

"FOOTBALL HEAD LOVES AN ELM TREE!"

READ ALL ABOUT IT!

I DO NOT LOVE AN ELM TREE.

WHAT'S HELGA TALKING ABOUT?

Kids: I WANT ONE! HEY, I WANT IT!

HELGA MADE THAT ALL UP

AND PASTED PICTURES TOGETHER TO LOOK REAL.

CALM DOWN, EVERYONE KNOWS

IT'S A DUMB, MADE-UP STORY.

IT'S NOT WORTH GETTING UPSET ABOUT.

WHAT?!

"GERALD PLAYS WITH LITTLE SISTER'S DOLLS!"

IT'S NOT TRUE!

CALM DOWN, IT'S NOT WORTH GETTING UPSET ABOUT.

( girls giggling )

ALL RIGHT, ENOUGH'S ENOUGH!

WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT HELGA AND HER BOGUS STORIES.

I GOT TO GET SID ON THE LINE.

( phone rings )

( yawns )

GOTCHA.

WE'LL BEAT HELGA'S BOGUS STORIES WITH THE TRUTH.

THIS WILL BE OUR BEST ISSUE YET.

NO MADE-UP STORIES, LIKE IN THE PATAKI PRESS.

PHEEBS, THIS IS WHAT JOURNALISM IS ALL ABOUT--

DIGGING AND SNOOPING

FOR WHAT THE COMPETITION'S COOKED UP.

ISN'T THAT UNETHICAL?

WHO HAS TIME FOR ETHICS?

WE'VE GOT A PAPER TO PUT OUT.

WHAT'S THEIR BIG STORY?

"NEW PLAYGROUND EQUIPMENT A HUGE SUCCESS." HMM...

Helga: EXTRA, EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!

THE NEW JUNGLE GYM IS UNSAFE AND RUSTY!

READ THE PATAKI PRESS

ONLY FIVE CENTS!

THAT'S OUR STORY!

HOW DID SHE...

EXTRA, EXTRA! HOT OFF THE PRESS!

"ARNOLD DOESN'T BATHE ANYMORE!"

READ ALL ABOUT IT!

IT'S NOT TRUE.

HELGA WILL SAY ANYTHING TO SELL A PAPER.

( sniffing )

IT'S NOT TRUE, STINKY!

BUT IT MUST BE, ON ACCOUNT OF

WE HAD TO PAY A NICKEL TO READ ABOUT IT.

( bell rings )

DON'T WORRY.

WE'LL GET OUR REVENGE.

COME ON! I GOT SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU.

GERALD, WHY ARE WE HERE?

TRUST ME.

WHO WAS THAT?

THAT WAS SID. LOOK.

WOW! SID TOOK THESE?

YUP, AND HE DID IT WITH A THROW-AWAY CAMERA.

ARE YOU THINKING

WHAT I'M THINKING?

YEAH, SID'S GETTING TO BE A GOOD PHOTOGRAPHER.

NO! WE CAN GET HELGA WITH THESE PICTURES.

TELL HER IF SHE DOESN'T

STOP PUBLISHING THESE BOGUS STORIES

THAT AREN'T TRUE

WE'LL PRINT THESE REAL PICTURES

IN OUR PAPER.

BUT THAT'S... BLACKMAIL.

EXACTLY!

I DON'T WANT TO DO IT.

I WON'T STOOP DOWN TO HER LEVEL.

Man: IF WE KNOCK THIS WALL DOWN--

BOOM! THEN THIS ONE

BOO-OOM!

THEN THE REAL WRECKING WORK CAN START.

( laughs ) BOOM, BOOM! SMASH!

PHOEBE, I'VE GOT THE BIGGEST NEWSPAPER SCOOP

EVER TO HIT P.S. 118.

THE SCHOOL'S GOING TO BE CLOSED DOWN, THEN TORN DOWN.

( gasps ) WHAT? NO!

THEN THEY'RE GOING TO BUILD

A HUGE AMUSEMENT PARK HERE ON THIS VERY SPOT.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

BELIEVE IT!

I HAVE MANY DOCUMENTS TO PROVE THAT IT'S TRUE.

AN AMUSEMENT PARK INSTEAD OF A SCHOOL?

BUT WHY?!

Helga: WHO CARES?

THIS WILL SINK ARNOLD AND HIS RAG

ONCE AND FOR ALL.

COME ON, PHOEBE, WE HAVE WORK TO DO.

SO DO WE, GERALD.

COME ON, LET'S GO SEE WARTZ.

SOUNDS GOOD.

I'LL TALK TO THE SUPERINTENDENT.

I'LL GET BACK TO YOU.

I'LL BE WAITING, MY BROTHER.

YOU GOT MY NUMBER.

HEY, ARNOLD!

WHAT'S HAPPENING, BRO? ( laughs )

PRINCIPAL WARTZ, WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?

IS P.S. 118 GOING TO BE KNOCKED DOWN?

WELL, THE DEMOLITION FELLOW IS GOING TO DO

SOME, UH, WORK ON THE SCHOOL.

OH, I'M LATE FOR AN APPOINTMENT.

HOW'S THIS? THE LIBRARY IS TO BE

LEVELED AND REPLACED BY A FERRIS WHEEL.

DO YOU THINK IT'S TRUE?

THERE'S ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.

COME ON!

( brakes squealing )

KEEP THE MOTOR RUNNING, OKAY, PAL?

HERE'S HIS HOUSE.

IT'S OUR LAST HOPE

TO GET THIS STORY STRAIGHT.

( doorbell rings )

I ALREADY BOUGHT COOKIES

FROM THOSE OTHER GIRL SCOUTS.

WE'RE FROM THE SCHOOL NEWSPAPER.

IS THE SCHOOL GOING TO BE TORN DOWN?

OH, YES, WALLS ARE GOING DOWN.

AN AMUSEMENT PARK WILL REPLACE IT?

( laughs ) WHO THE HECK TOLD YOU THAT?

SOUNDS LIKE A CHILDHOOD DREAM TO ME.

NO ONE'S BUILDING ANY AMUSEMENT PARK.

BUT "WALLS ARE GOING DOWN"?

BECAUSE WE'RE ADDING TO THE SCHOOL

BUILDING MORE CLASSROOMS.

REALLY? CAN WE QUOTE YOU?

ARE YOU THAT NICKEL PAPER?

NO, WE'RE THE OTHER ONE, THE HONEST ONE.

OH, THAT ONE. SURE, WHAT THE HEY.

THERE'S NO TIME TO LOSE.

LET'S GO TO PRESS.

AH, WE DID IT, ARNOLD.

WE'RE GOING TO SCOOP HELGA

WITH THE REAL STORY.

( school bell rings )

( kids clamoring )

Helga: READ ALL ABOUT IT!

SCHOOL'S BEING TORN DOWN FOR A NEW AMUSEMENT PARK.

READ ALL ABOUT IT!

CAN'T YOU COMPREHEND?

YOU HAVE GRAVEL IN YOUR HEADS?

OUR SCHOOL'S GOING DOWN

AND AN AMUSEMENT PARK IS GOING UP!

THAT'S NOT WHAT THIS PAPER SAYS.

GIVE ME THAT PAPER!

WARTZ SAYS I'M A LIAR?

YOU BELIEVE THIS TRASH?

All: YES, YEAH, SURE.

YES!

I DO!

YEAH!

YEAH!

YEAH!

( all agreeing )

NOBODY BELIEVES ANYTHING IN YOUR PAPER.

WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT.

EXTRA, EXTRA, PRICE REDUCED!

ONLY TWO CENTS NOW.

"RHONDA HAS WEBBED FEET!"

EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS!

GET OUT OF HERE!

NO MORE LIES, HELGA!

NO MORE LIES!

Kids: NO MORE LIES! NO MORE LIES!

WHY IS EVERYONE SO UPSET?

ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS PUBLISH GOOD, JUICY STORIES

THAT DELVED DEEPER THAN THE TRUTH.

YOU PUSHED THE TRUTH TOO FAR.

OH, PHOOEY!

Kids: NO MORE LIES! NO MORE LIES!

EXTRA, EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!

THE WEEKLY WORD--

THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT'S HAPPENING AT P.S. 118!

( typewriter keys clicking )

WELL, THIS WILL BE ANOTHER GREAT ISSUE OF THE WEEKLY WORD.

ALL WE'RE MISSING IS...

YOUR WEATHER REPORT, FOOTBALL HEAD.

TODAY: SUNNY AND 70 DEGREES.

TOMORROW: CLOUDY WITH INCREASING WINDS.

AND THEN... A METEOR WILL BLOCK OUT THE SUN

CASTING THE EARTH

INTO ETERNAL NIGHT!

HEAVY SLEET AND HAIL

WILL POUR DOWN

AND ALL WILL BE DOOMED.

HELGA.

I WAS JUST TRYING TO JUICE IT UP.

FACTS, HELGA, FACTS.

OKAY, LET'S GET CRACKING.

WE'RE ON A DEADLINE.

( hitting fence )

Woman: WHAT'S ALL THE RACKET?

GET THAT STICK AWAY FROM MY FENCE!

YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!

I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!

YOU'RE JUST A MEAN OLD LADY...

WHO LIVES ALONE...

HEY!

YOU NEED TO LEARN SOME MANNERS, YOUNG MAN.

YOU MEAN OLD LADY!

WHAT'RE YOU PLAYING?

YOUR LITTLE WUSSY KICKBALL GAME?

( jeering )

I WOULDN'T PLAY IF YOU ASKED ME.

MAYBE WE SHOULD ASK HAROLD

TO PLAY KICKBALL.

ARE YOU KIDDING?

HAROLD'S THE MEANEST BULLY AROUND.

YEAH.

I MEAN, HE'S A SLOB.

YEAH, AND A BULLY.

IT WAS JUST A SUGGESTION.

( chattering )

HEY, HOW COME

THEY DIDN'T ASK ME TO PLAY?

I WOULD HAVE PLAYED.

BECAUSE I'VE ALWAYS GOT TO BE MEAN.

WHY DO I ALWAYS GOT TO BE SO MEAN?

WHY, WHY, WHY?

OW, I HURT MY HEAD!

SO WHAT IF I'M ALONE?

I DON'T NEED NOBODY TO PLAY WITH.

I'LL JUST THROW THESE ROCKS

AT THAT TRASH CAN.

OH, YEAH!

THIS WILL BE GREAT!

( animal whimpers )

THERE'S AN ANIMAL BEHIND THAT CAN!

I'M SCARED!

I'M SCARED, MOMMY!

HAROLD, WHAT'S WRONG?

THERE'S A MONSTER BEHIND THAT CAN!

( Harold shrieks )

LOOK, IT'S JUST A KITTEN.

HUH?

I KNEW THAT.

YOU'RE SCARED.

I'M NOT SCARED OF A DUMB CAT.

I COULD BEAT IT UP SO EASY IT'S NOT FUNNY.

COME ON, HAROLD.

IT'S A LITTLE KITTEN.

IT MUST BE LOST.

LOOK, IT'S GOT A COLLAR ON.

WE SHOULD FIND THE OWNER.

WHY WASTE YOUR TIME ON THAT?

SOMEBODY OWNS THIS CAT.

LET'S LOOK FOR A NAME TAG.

HOLD HIM FOR ME.

I DON'T WANT TO!

COME ON, HAROLD, JUST FOR A SECOND.

WHAT IF HE GOES ON ME!

DUMB, OLD CAT!

PROBABLY GOT FLEAS!

I HATE CATS!

( meows )

SURE GOT FUNNY-LOOKING EARS.

AND, AND... WEIRD-COLORED EYES.

IT IS CUTE, THOUGH.

( meows )

I MEAN IN A DOPEY WAY.

I DON'T SEE A NAME TAG.

I GUESS I'LL TAKE HIM HOME

UNTIL WE CAN FIND THE OWNER.

WE BOTH FOUND THE DUMB CAT.

I CAN TAKE HIM HOME, TOO, YOU KNOW.

OKAY, YOU TAKE HIM HOME.

I'LL MAKE UP FLYERS TO FIND THE OWNER.

Harold: I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY NOW.

I'M TAKING YOU HOME, ALL RIGHT?

I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU

AND PLAY WITH YOU AND FEED YOU AND...

FEED YOU...

THAT REMINDS ME, I'M HUNGRY.

OH, I FEEL LIKE A...

LIKE A CUPCAKE.

THAT'S BECAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE A CUPCAKE.

ALL CHOCOLATE COLORED

WITH THAT CREAMY SPOT ON YOUR CHEST.

HEY, THAT'S A GOOD NAME FOR YOU.

CUPCAKE!

YOU LIKE THAT?

( meows )

OKAY, NOW ON

I'M GOING TO CALL YOU CUPCAKE.

Harold: YOU'RE SO LITTLE.

YOU DON'T HAVE ANYBODY IN THE WORLD.

YOU'RE ALL ALONE.

NO OTHER CATS OR NOBODY TO PLAY WITH.

I... I KNOW WHAT THAT'S LIKE.

SOMETIMES I...

Woman: HAROLD!

WHAT?

IF THAT ANIMAL MAKES ON THE RUG

YOU'LL CLEAN IT UP, MISTER!

ALL RIGHT, I'LL CLEAN IT UP!

( groans )

DON'T WORRY, CUPCAKE.

I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.

IT'S JUST YOU AND ME.

WE DON'T NEED ANYBODY ELSE.

( no audio )

( snoring and purring )

WHAT WAS THAT, CUPCAKE?

( meows )

A LITTLE FASTER?

OKAY!

WHOA, NOW I'M ALL DIZZY.

ARE YOU DIZZY, CUPCAKE?

( meows )

HOW'S IT GOING?

OH, PRETTY GOOD, I'M ALL DIZZY.

WHAT DO YOU WANT, ANYWAYS?

I WAS NOTICING

YOU'VE GOTTEN PRETTY CLOSE

TO THAT CAT.

CUPCAKE!

RIGHT, CUPCAKE.

ANYWAY... I WANT TO REMIND YOU

SOONER OR LATER

YOU'LL GIVE THE CAT...

CUPCAKE!

RIGHT, CUPCAKE, TO HIS RIGHTFUL OWNER.

OH, THAT'LL NEVER HAPPEN!

LOOK, ME AND CUPCAKE GOT TO GO NOW.

BOY, WE SURE GOT GREAT CAT TOYS

FOR YOU, CUPCAKE.

I SPENT ALMOST ALL THE LUNCH MONEY

I BILKED OUT OF THOSE SECOND-GRADERS

BUT YOU'RE WORTH IT.

( bell tolls )

"FOUND: KITTEN

"CHOCOLATE COLOR WITH WHITE SPOT.

CALL ARN..."?

ARNOLD?!

( yelling )

OH, NO, THAT TRAITOR!

( ripping )

( gasps ) THURSTON!

( door bell rings )

HELLO, ARE YOU THE NICE YOUNG MAN

WHO FOUND MY CAT?

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, CUPCAKE.

IT WAS ONE WEEK AGO TODAY THAT I FOUND YOU.

I MEAN, THAT WE FOUND EACH OTHER.

( Cupcake purring )

( phone rings )

OH, WHAT NOW?

HELLO?

Harold, it's Arnold.

REMEMBER WHEN I TOLD YOU

THE CAT'S REAL OWNER WOULD SHOW UP?

YEAH?

Arnold: Well, she's here.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

I'M THE REAL OWNER.

HAROLD, I KNOW THIS IS HARD

BUT WE'RE COMING OVER TO GET THE CAT.

OH, NO! NO!

YOU'RE NOT TAKING CUPCAKE AWAY FROM ME!

HAROLD?

DON'T WORRY.

HE'LL COME TO HIS SENSES.

I CAN'T WAIT TO HAVE MY THURSTON BACK.

HE'S REALLY THE ONLY FRIEND I HAVE IN THE WORLD.

"KEEP OUT. CUPCAKE IS NOT HERE.

GO AWAY."?

( ringing )

IT'S ME, ARNOLD.

WE'VE COME FOR THE CAT.

YOU'RE NOT TAKING CUPCAKE! HE'S MINE!

HAROLD, THE CAT'S REAL OWNER IS HERE.

WHERE?

THURSTON!

I'M RIGHT HERE, BABY!

WHAT?

THAT'S THE MEAN OLD LADY WHO THROWS WATER!

AND YOU'RE THAT ROTTEN KID

THAT ALWAYS MAKES SUCH A RACKET!

I'M NOT GIVING CUPCAKE TO HER!

HE'S MINE! NOW GO AWAY!

LOOK, IF YOU DON'T GIVE UP THE CAT

THIS COULD GET SERIOUS.

THEN LET IT GET SERIOUS!

Arnold: HAROLD...

COME ON, HAROLD, THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS.

WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?

HAROLD!

IT'S YOUR MOTHER SPEAKING!

I DON'T WANT THAT DISGUSTING ANIMAL IN MY HOUSE!

UNLOCK THIS DOOR!

HIS NAME'S CUPCAKE!

HE'S NOT DISGUSTING!

HE'S LICKING HIMSELF HALF THE TIME.

THAT'S DISGUSTING.

( police siren wailing )

RELAX, EVERYONE, RELAX.

THE POLICE DEPARTMENT'S HERE.

OFFICER PUDNEY, LOCAL POLICE.

I ORDER YOU TO COME OUT RIGHT NOW!

COME AND GET ME, COPPER LADY!

HAROLD!

YOU HAVE TO COME OUT!

THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD IS HERE!

THE POLICE ARE HERE!

YOU HAVE TO GIVE UP THE CAT!

I'M NEVER GIVING UP CUPCAKE.

NEVER, NEVER, NEVER!

OH DEAR, OH DEAR!

POOR THURSTON.

I REMEMBER WHEN HE WAS JUST BORN.

HE WAS SO LITTLE.

HE FIT IN THE PALM OF MY HAND.

( sobs ): YOU'VE GOT TO DO SOMETHING!

DON'T WORRY, CUPCAKE.

I'LL PROTECT YOU.

WE GOT CANNED LIVER AND CHOCOLATE CHUNKIES

TO LAST WEEKS.

( helicopter overhead )

Man: Harold Berman!

WHAT?

ANIMAL CONTROL AIR ONE!

COME OUT WITH THE CAT AND YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!

I CAN'T DO BOTH!

WHAT? OH, WELL, COME OUT

WITH YOUR LEFT HAND IN THE AIR

AND THE CAT IN...

THE OTHER HAND...

NO, THE CAT IN YOUR LEFT HAND

BUT KEEP YOUR RIGHT CAT WHERE WE CAN SEE YOUR HAND.

YOU'RE CONFUSING ME!

( gasps )

HAROLD!

GET BACK, ARNOLD!

COME ON, HAROLD.

IT'S OUT OF CONTROL.

( meows )

HE'S NOT YOURS.

( meows )

HE'S NOT YOURS.

HE BELONGS TO MRS. RYLE.

THAT OLD LADY'S MEAN AND CRAZY.

SHE'S NOT CRAZY.

SHE'S JUST LONELY.

AND THAT CAT IS HER BEST FRIEND.

BUT, BUT, BUT...

CUPCAKE NEEDS ME!

IF YOU REALLY CARE ABOUT CUPCAKE

YOU SHOULD REALIZE

HE MUST REALLY MISS HIS OWNER.

HE LIVED WITH HER FOR HIS WHOLE LIFE.

SHE RAISED HIM

FROM THE TIME HE WAS BORN.

HAROLD...

Pudney: Harold!

I ORDER YOU TO COME OUT!

( wailing )

DON'T KILL ME!

I'M JUST A KID WITH A CAT!

THURSTON!

( sobbing )

OKAY.

I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU CUPCAKE!

THURSTON.

HERE.

( wailing )

OH, THURSTON.

( sobbing ): AND HERE'S HIS PLASTIC MOUSE

AND HIS LITTLE RUBBER VETERINARIAN

AND HIS CATNIP, OH...

WELL, THANK YOU, YOUNG MAN.

I STILL THINK YOU'RE A MEAN OLD LADY.

AND I STILL THINK YOU'RE A ROTTEN KID.

I GUESS IF YOU PROMISE NOT TO STEAL HIM

I'LL LET YOU COME AND PLAY WITH THURSTON.

REALLY?

WELL, WE BETTER BE GOING.

GOOD BYE, CUPCAKE.

( meowing )

( meowing )

THAT'S A NICE THING HAROLD DID.

YEAH, IT'S SWEET HOW MUCH HE LOVED THAT CAT.

MAKES YOU RE-THINK HAROLD A LITTLE.

WE SHOULD ASK HIM TO PLAY KICKBALL.

YEAH.

( laughing wildly )

BUT NOT TODAY.

MAYBE NEXT WEEK OR SOMETHING.

( Harold laughing )

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and NICKELODEON