Original subtitles

Helga: ARNOLD!

( barking )

HEY, ARNOLD!

( glass shatters )

( girl shrieks )

Helga: HEY, ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

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AR-NOLD!

MOVE IT, FOOTBALL HEAD!

Kids: HEY, ARNOLD!

( animals howling )

( cat screeching )

THERE IT IS!

Gerald: THE MOTHER SHIP.

THAT IS SO COOL.

I BET THEY ATTACK THE EARTH TONIGHT.

Announcer: Tune in to The Z Files

next week when aliens attack the Earth.

NEXT WEEK?

Both: OH...

YOU KIDS WATCH GARBAGE.

THEIR WRITING IS TERRIBLE.

Announcer: Next, it's UFO Tonight with your host, Douglas Cain.

UFO TONIGHT!

I LOVE THIS SHOW!

( sounds like Orson Welles ): U.F.O.s, flying saucers

They loom large in the imagination, but...

indeed, do they exist?

We know that we are watched closely

by intelligences greater than man's.

We are scrutinized and studied

this small spinning fragment of solar driftwood.

As your host, reporter and writer and producer

I will be your guide on your quest to make contact on

UFO Tonight!

OKAY, COUCH POTATOES, ENOUGH BOOB-TUBE...

Mr. Potts: COME ON!

IT'S TIME TO DISCUSS

OUR ANNUAL BOARDING HOUSE HALLOWEEN PARTY.

HEY, GRANDPA, CAN WE HELP OUT?

OH, NO, ARNOLD.

HALLOWEEN IS A SERIOUS BUSINESS

AND IT'S NOT FOR KIDS.

NO, ARNOLD, HALLOWEEN'S PURPOSE

IS TO SCARE THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS

OUT OF EVERYONE UNTIL THEY SCREAM BLOODY MURDER

AND BEG FOR MERCY.

HO, HO, HO, I DO LOVE

A GOOD HALLOWEEN PRANK.

THIS YEAR WILL BE

BETTER THAN EVER.

NOW, GO TO BED.

MR. HYUNH, START

WITH OUR COSTUME COMMITTEE REPORT.

THE COSTUME COMMITTEE REPORT IS AS FOLLOWS:

GRANDMA WILL BE A WITCH.

LIKE THAT'S A STRETCH.

ERNIE WILL PLAY THE EXECUTIONER.

WAIT, YOU SAID I WAS GOING TO BE FRANKENSTEIN.

NO! THIS YEAR I PLAY FRANKENSTEIN!

YOU AND WHAT ARMY?

YOU TOLD ME LAST YEAR

YOU'D PLAY THE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN.

YEAH, I PLAY.

I WILL PLAY FRANKENSTEIN.

I LIKE IT.

DON'T YOU TELL ME...

SO, OUR USUAL HALLOWEEN PLAN, ARNOLD?

NO, GERALD, THIS YEAR

I THINK THE GROWN-UPS NEED A GOOD SCARE

AND I THINK IT SHOULD INVOLVE ALIENS.

Perhaps across an immense, ethereal gulf

intellects vast, cool and unsympathetic

regard this Earth with envious eyes.

SHH!

HI, DAD.

SHH!

HI, DAD.

QUIET, OLGA, I CAN'T HEAR THE TV.

IT'S HELGA, DAD.

WHATEVER-- GO SIT DOWN.

I CAN'T SEE.

( exasperated sigh )

HOW MANY TIMES IS HE GOING TO CALL ME OLGA?!

DOES HE THINK IT'S FUNNY OR SOMETHING?

OH, CRIMINY!

...reporting accounts of actual encounters

with alien creatures too hideous to describe

more thing than sentient being.

( chuckles )

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS GUY.

EVERY WEEK IT'S ANOTHER CLOSE ENCOUNTER.

RAISE YOU A NICKEL.

I'LL SEE YOUR NICKEL.

YOU KNOW IT'S ALL A FAKE.

I RAISE YOU A DIME.

IT'S TRUE; THAT CAIN GUY'S AN EXPERT.

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT.

YOU MEAN YOU BELIEVE THAT JUNK, BOB?

BELIEVE IT? COURSE I BELIEVE IT.

I HAD A CLOSE ENCOUNTER MYSELF ONCE.

Miriam: BOB, PLEASE, DON'T START.

HAPPENED NEARLY 20 YEARS AGO.

I WAS DRIVING A PICKUP

FULL OF CUT-RATE CANADIAN TRANSISTORS

ACROSS NORTH DAKOTA.

SUDDENLY, THE RADIO STARTS ACTING FUNNY.

GRASS AROUND ME'S BLOWING FLAT.

THIS LIGHT IS COMING FROM ALL DIRECTIONS.

NEXT THING I KNOW, I'M WANDERING AROUND

IN THE PARKING LOT OF THE SMORGASBORD.

HOW THE HECK DID THAT HAPPEN?

DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THE FLYING SAUCER?

NOPE, I WAS THE ONLY WITNESS.

YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, DO YOU?

MARK MY WORDS, FLYING SAUCERS DO EXIST

AND WE'RE GOING TO SEE ALIENS SOME DAY

AND THEY'RE GOING TO LOOK EXACTLY LIKE...

THAT.

AND WE'RE GOING TO LOOK EXACTLY LIKE THIS.

BUT, HELGA, I WANTED TO GO AS PIRATES.

NO, VIKINGS!

HOW ABOUT CLOWNS?

WE'RE ALL GOING AS ALIENS.

THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF HALLOWEEN

IS TO SCARE PEOPLE AND MAKE THEM GIVE CANDY!

YOU GET THE SILVER FABRIC.

SID, YOU SCROUNGE UP FOIL.

WE'RE GOING TO NEED LOTS AND LOTS OF FOIL.

HAROLD, GET FACE PAINT.

FOOTBALL-HEAD, TALL-HAIR BOY

YOU IN OR OUT?

OUT, WE'VE GOT SOMETHING PLANNED

ON HALLOWEEN NIGHT.

WHAT IF YOU COME AS ALIENS TO MY HOUSE PARTY?

( all cheering )

YAY!

ALL RIGHT!

WAIT A MINUTE.

YOU'RE INVITING THE WHOLE CLASS OVER?

THEY'LL BE OUR ALIEN INVASION.

IT'S PERFECT.

IF WE TIME THIS RIGHT

WE'LL SCARE GRANDPA AND THE BOARDERS

OUT OF THEIR MINDS.

( laughing, screaming )

( knocking )

Kids: TRICK OR TREAT.

( doorbell rings )

All: TRICK OR TREAT.

OKAY, HERE YOU GO

AND HERE'S ONE FOR YOU

AND, OH... WHAT?

( growls )

I MISSED THE SPREAD BY ONE LOUSY POINT ON THAT ONE.

I GOT TO HAVE WON SOMETHING.

WHAT'S GOING ON?!

DAD.

WHAT?

DAD!

YOU LIKE MY COSTUME?

IT'S FINE.

DAD, YOU HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN IT YET.

HELGA, WHAT?

I'M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT

HOW MUCH I LOST ON FOOTBALL YESTERDAY.

DAD, I JUST WANT YOU TO LOOK AT THE COSTUME I'M WEARING.

THERE, I SEE IT.

YOU SATISFIED?

HOW COULD GREEN BAY WIN AGAIN?

ANOTHER TOUCHING FATHER-DAUGHTER MOMENT.

IF ANYONE NEEDS ME, I'LL BE OUT SOAPING WINDOWS.

( kids laughing and talking )

( doorbell rings )

All: TRICK OR TREAT.

OH, YOU ALL LOOK SO ADORABLE.

WHY DON'T YOU HELP YOURSELF TO SOME

WORMS AND COCKROACHES?!

( all scream )

HA!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

YOU CAN'T BE A FRANKENSTEIN.

NO, I AM FRANKENSTEIN TODAY.

Man: OH, THIS IS WHEN YOUR REAL SCARS COME IN HANDY.

( playing bagpipes )

SUZIE, WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY CAPE?

I THINK IT LOOKS GREAT, OSKAR.

I HAVE 16 HOLES IN MY FINGERS.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT MORE YOU WANT OF ME.

( talking and arguing )

Gerald: GOT IT.

WELL, ARNOLD?

IT'S SHOW TIME.

IT'S 7:49; I TOLD HELGA TO BRING EVERYONE AT 8:00.

( radio static )

HEY, ARNOLD, I SEE THEM.

THEY'RE FOUR HOUSES DOWN.

LET'S GO, GERALD.

IT'S TIME FOR THE ALIEN ATTACK.

( record scratches )

( soft, eerie noises )

( disguising his voice ): WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST

FOR A SPECIAL BULLETIN.

A LARGE, SAUCER-LIKE CRAFT

OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN IS REPORTED TO HAVE LANDED

ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE CITY.

Grandpa: QUIET.

SHH, SHH-- QUIET, EVERYBODY.

WHAT? QUIET, EVERYBODY.

SOMETHING'S GOING ON.

Gerald: I repeat, there are reports of an alien spacecraft

on the outskirts of the city.

I'm at the scene where a small crowd has gathered

around the scorched area

where the saucer-like craft has landed.

Wait, wait!

The top of the craft seems to be opening.

Unscrewing a huge lid.

NOW IT'S OPENING, AND... SOME

THING... IS COMING OUT.

( spraying )

OH, MY!

( splashing )

SEVERAL OF THEM, SEVERAL...

( pounding )

WITH BULBOUS HEADS.

I CAN HARDLY BEAR TO LOOK AT THEM.

THEY'RE SO REVOLTING.

THIS IS A JOKE, RIGHT?

UH, MR. CAIN, SIR?

THIS IS SMITTY, UH...

Come in, Smitty.

UH, YEAH, SIR.

COULD I COME BACK

TO THE STATION NOW?

IT'S HALLOWEEN...

No, you cannot come back to the station.

It's Allhallows Eve.

THE PERFECT NIGHT FOR ALIENS TO TRY AND INFILTRATE OUR PLANET

DISGUISED AS HUMANS.

I SENT YOU OUT TO LOOK FOR SIGNS

OF PARANORMAL ALIEN ACTIVITY

AND THAT'S WHAT YOU WILL DO

until your shift ends.

BUT, I...

OVER AND OUT, MR. SMITTY.

( dial tone )

Smitty: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS.

LIKE I'LL REALLY FIND ALIENS TONIGHT.

Gerald: Seven or eight aliens have climbed out of the spacecraft.

Oh, I see their leader.

This one is more hideous in appearance...

HOLY COW!

THEY'VE LEFT THE LANDING SITE

AND ARE PROCEEDING TO THE EAST SIDE.

I BELIEVE THEY'RE HEADED DOWN VINE STREET.

VINE STREET?

OUR VINE STREET?

( all gasp )

VINE STREET?

( tires screech )

( tires screeching )

OH, MY GOSH, THE ALIENS.

I GOT TO GET THIS ON TAPE.

Douglas Cain here.

BOSS, MR. CAIN?

I FOUND ALIENS!

Great Scott, man, get it on video.

NOW, LISTEN.

YOU ALL KNOW THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS ALIENS.

NOW, LET'S ALL CALM DOWN.

THIS IS NO TIME FOR PANIC.

( doorbell rings )

( gasping, screaming )

IT'S JUST THE DOOR, YOU NINNIES!

YES?

All: TRICK OR TREAT.

( screams )

IT'S THE ALIENS.

THEY'RE HERE!

ONE SIDE, GRAMPS.

( all screaming )

AAH! MOMMY!

( grunts )

Cain: Smitty? Come in, Smitty.

I'VE LOST THE PICTURE.

I'M SURROUNDED BY INCOMPETENCE.

MIRIAM, THE KID'S OUT TRICK-OR-TREATING.

IT'S YOU, ME AND THE WHEEL.

Cain: You, out of that anchor chair.

WHAT NOW?

I'm taking over the station.

We interrupt this broadcast for a special bulletin.

I have grave news.

Radio transmissions were picked up tonight

on the east side below Welles Ridge

reporting that aliens have landed.

I KNEW SOMETHING FUNNY WAS GOING ON

TONIGHT, MIRIAM.

Before we lost contact

with our reporter at the scene, we received

this video fragment.

( static )

I think the meaning

of this footage is self-evident.

Aliens have indeed landed among us.

They will take no prisoners.

Their goal clearly is to enslave the human race!

Just a moment, just a moment.

I'm receiving a radio transmission from the scene.

An unknown source.

Gerald: I see it-- huge--

like nothing I've ever seen.

The mother ship!

I repeat: it's landed on Welles Ridge

and it's huge with rings of light around it.

THE MOTHER SHIP!

( whispering ): ARNOLD, CUE THE LIGHTS!

STINKY, COME IN, STINKY.

The eagle has landed.

I DON'T SEE NO EAGLE HERE, ARNOLD

BUT I'M GOING TO GO AHEAD AND PLUG IN THE MOTHER SHIP.

IT'S PRETTY, ARNOLD.

OVER.

( loud, electrical sizzling )

HEY!

ALL THEM OTHER LIGHTS WENT OUT.

NOW, AIN'T THAT A CO-INKY-DINK? OVER.

( sirens wailing )

LOOK, IT'S THE MOTHER SHIP!

AHH, IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!

( people screaming )

STINKY, STINKY?

( radio static )

OH, WELL.

( people screaming )

Arnold: I WONDER IF OUR LITTLE RADIO SHOW SCARED ANYBODY.

( screaming, wailing )

( screaming... )

OH, MAMA LEONE, WHAT A NIGHT!

OH, SORRY, SHORT MAN.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PACKAGE.

WHERE HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?

CAN'T YOU SEE ALIENS ARE ATTACKING?

SLOW DOWN, GRANDPA, IT WAS US.

WE DID IT TO SCARE YOU.

WE DID A RADIO SHOW ON THE ROOF.

THIS IS NO TIME FOR JOKES, BOYS.

LOOK, THERE'S THEIR MOTHER SHIP.

GRANDPA, THAT'S THE WATER TOWER.

STINKY LIT IT WITH CHRISTMAS LIGHTS.

WHAT ABOUT THEM SILVER, UGLY-LOOKING CREATURES

AT MY FRONT DOOR?

THAT WAS HELGA AND ALL THE OTHER KIDS.

HOLD THE PHONE.

THAT WAS YOU ON THE RADIO?

YEAH, WE USED YOUR OLD TRANSMITTER

AND SET IT UP SO YOU GUYS

WOULD PICK UP THE BROADCAST.

YEAH, CHECK THIS OUT.

WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM

WITH A SPECIAL BULLETIN.

ALIENS HAVE LANDED.

WELL, WHAT DO YOU KNOW?

THAT WAS YOU.

OH, VERY IMPRESSIVE.

HEY, WHAT ABOUT DOUGLAS CAIN

FLAPPING HIS GUMS ABOUT IT ON TV?

DOUGLAS CAIN WAS TALKING ABOUT IT ON TV?

YEAH, A SPECIAL BULLETIN, LIKE YOUR PRANK.

EXCEPT HE WAS SHOWING VIDEO

OF THE SAME ALIENS THAT CAME TO OUR FRONT DOOR.

THE NEWS IS ALL OVER TOWN.

UH-OH.

THE TV STATION MUST HAVE PICKED UP OUR RADIO SHOW.

GRANDPA, WHAT HAPPENED TO HELGA AND THE KIDS

AFTER YOU SAW THEM?

( screaming, dog barking )

( hollering )

WELL, SHORT MAN

LOOKS LIKE WE BETTER

GO SAVE YOUR FRIENDS.

HOP IN, BOYS.

( tires screeching )

POOKY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

IT'S A BAD NIGHT TO BE OUT.

DON'T WAIT UP.

CRAZY OLD BIRD.

( horns honking, sirens blaring )

Radio announcer: This is the emergency broadcast system.

Aliens have landed...

...are pouring into the streets

and beepers are jammed.

BEEPERS ARE JAMMED?

THAT TEARS IT.

NOW IT'S PERSONAL, MIRIAM.

BOBBY...

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THEM, MIRIAM.

EVER SINCE NORTH DAKOTA.

AND THIS TIME, I'M READY.

BOB, PLEASE, CAN'T WE JUST ENJOY THE CANDLELIGHT?

YOU AND ME HAVE HAD THIS DATE FOR A LONG TIME, BABY.

STAY IN THE HOUSE, MIRIAM

AND DON'T OPEN THE DOOR FOR ANY BLASTED ALIENS.

WE'RE NOT ALIENS!

WE'RE JUST A BUNCH OF KIDS

OUT TRICK OR TREATING, DRESSED AS ALIENS.

DON'T BE FOOLED, THAT'S WHAT ALL ALIENS SAY.

GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD

WE'RE JUST A BUNCH OF FOURTH GRADERS.

THIS IS JUST MAKEUP, SEE?

HEY, IT WON'T COME OFF.

GET THEM!

GET THE CREEPS!

( screaming )

OH, THAT WAS BRILLIANT.

THE FACE PAINT WON'T COME OFF?!

WHAT KIND DID YOU GET, ANYWAY?

I GOT SOMETHING CALLED "PERMANENT EXTERIOR LATEX."

BECAUSE I FIGURED WE'D BE OUTSIDE ALL NIGHT.

OH, CRIMINY.

I'M SURROUNDED.

IT'S ALL A FAKE!

Gerald: IT'S A HOAX!

IT'S A HALLOWEEN TRICK.

NO ONE BELIEVES US, GRANDPA.

I DON'T THINK THEY CAN EVEN HEAR US.

( people screaming )

WHO IN THE NAME OF HEDY LAMARR IS THAT?

HARVEY?

BIG BOB, HERE.

You look out your window?

YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT.

THAT'S RIGHT.

THERE'S A BIG MOTHER SHIP

PARKED ON THE RIDGE.

Huh, you guys all laughed at me

when I said we needed an invasion plan.

ALIENS DO EXIST, YOU KNOW?

IT LOOKS LIKE THEY MEAN BUSINESS.

YOU'RE DARN RIGHT, BABY, AND SO DO I.

Are you with me?

YEAH, I'M WITH YOU, BOB.

LET'S GO KICK SOME ALIEN BUTT.

All right, meet the butcher at 45th and Madison.

YOU THERE, BE CAREFUL WITH THAT.

THAT MAY BE THE LAST MAKEUP KIT ON EARTH.

DO WE HAVE ANY POWER YET?

ONLY OUTSIDE THE CITY AND THE WEST SIDE.

I'LL GET WORD TO THE REST OF THE COUNTRY

AND PLANET EARTH

AS LONG AS I CAN DRAW BREATH.

YES, SIR!

LET'S NOT SIT HERE

AND WAIT FOR THE ALIENS TO ENSLAVE US.

TO WELLES RIDGE.

( glass shattering )

Big Bob: HUH, LOOK AT THESE PATHETIC LOSERS.

THEY DON'T STAND A CHANCE

AGAINST THE ALIENS.

I SURRENDER!

HAIL CONQUERING HEROES FROM OUTER SPACE.

THAT'S GOOD. MAKE FRIENDS RIGHT AWAY, GOOD.

PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME, MY LIEGE.

I COME BEARING GIFTS.

HEY, ISN'T THAT THE SCHOOL PRINCIPAL?

Big Bob: YEAH, THAT'S PRINCIPAL WARTZ.

I WONDER IF THEY'LL TAKE ME HOSTAGE.

HMM, I'LL OFFER TO LEAD THEM TO THE CHILDREN...

WHAT YOU GOT THERE, WARTZ?

NOTHING.

NOTHING MUCH.

A FEW ASSORTED TRINKETS.

CHOCOLATES? NYLONS?

I DON'T GET IT.

YOU LITTLE WORM.

YOU WERE GOING TO SURRENDER TO THE ALIENS

WEREN'T YOU?

NO! NO! I SWEAR!

YEAH, WELL LISTEN AND LISTEN TIGHT.

EITHER YOU GROW A SPINE PRONTO

AND JOIN THE FIGHT FOR THE HUMAN RACE

OR I'LL SEND YOU HOME TO MRS. WARTZ

IN A CHOCOLATE BOX.

I'M WITH YOU ALL THE WAY.

GO, HUMANS, GO!

GO, HUMANS, GO!

FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!

OH, JUST SIT DOWN

AND SHUT UP.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, HELGA.

IF WE'D ONLY DRESSED UP LIKE PIRATES.

PUT A SOCK IN IT, YOU WEIRD LITTLE GERBIL.

( whistling )

I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE, HELGA.

I CAN'T RUN!

AW, SUCK IT UP, YOU BUNCH OF WHINERS!

LET'S GET GOING TILL WE GET TO THE TOP OF THE RIDGE.

HOWDY, HELGA.

YOU FELLERS HAVING

A FUN HALLOWEEN?

FUN?! YOU THINK BEING CHASED UP A HILL

BY AN ANGRY MOB IS FUN?

THEY THINK WE'RE REAL ALIENS!

YOU DON'T SAY?

I WONDER IF IT'S ON ACCOUNT OF

ARNOLD AND GERALD AND ME PLAYING

THAT HALLOWEEN PRANK ON THE RADIO

SAYING THE ALIENS WERE ATTACKING THE PLANET.

YOU MEAN, THIS WHOLE ALIEN ATTACK...

IS A PRANK?

I RECKON SO.

ARNOLD THOUGHT IT UP.

ARNOLD...!

DID YOU HEAR SOMETHING JUST NOW?

NO.

I'VE GOT A BAD FEELING.

I WONDER HOW HELGA AND THE OTHERS ARE DOING.

( grunts )

( all screaming )

AH, THE MOTHER SHIP.

OKAY.

IT'S PAYBACK TIME.

HERE'S THE PLAN.

SEE THESE BEEPERS?

YUP.

I'VE STRUNG TOGETHER

SIX DOZEN OF MY TOP-OF-THE-LINE MODEL

AND WIRED THEM TO AN EGG TIMER.

WHEN I CROSS THIS WIRE

THEY'LL BLOW THAT MOTHER SHIP

BACK TO THE STONE AGE!

I'M GOING TO THE TOP OF THE RIDGE.

FIRST SIGN OF ALIENS

I'LL WAVE AND THEN YOU LAUNCH THE BEEPERS.

GO, HUMANS, GO!

FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!

AND AS THE CITY BELOW LIES IN DARKNESS AND RUIN

I'M OBSESSED BY THE FACT

THAT I MAY BE THE LAST LIVING AWARD-WINNING REPORTER ON EARTH.

AND AS I BRING YOU WHAT MAY BE MY FINAL REPORT

BEFORE THE END OF THE HUMAN RACE

I NOTE THAT THE HILLTOP IS GRIPPED IN AN...

EERIE QUIET.

ALIENS!

ALIENS!

ALIENS!

MR. PATAKI, STOP!

( grunts )

NOBODY MOVE.

I'VE GOT YOUR REPULSIVE LITTLE LEADER.

DAD, IT'S ME, HELGA!

HUH, YOU DO SOUND LIKE HELGA.

OH, IT'S HAPPENING.

MY WORST FEAR.

THE ALIENS ARE TAKING OVER MY MIND.

YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS.

THIS IS ASTONISHING.

A LARGE, HULKING MAN IS ABOUT TO WRING

THE ALIEN LEADER'S SCRAWNY NECK.

NOW, AN ODD, FOOTBALL-HEADED BOY

SEEMS TO BE TRYING TO STOP HIM.

MR. PATAKI, STOP!

IT REALLY IS HELGA.

NOT NOW, KID.

I'M SAVING THE WORLD!

THAT'S THE SIGNAL.

FIRE!

( beeping... )

( all screaming )

HELGA, IS THAT YOU?

IS IT REALLY YOU, HELGA?

HELLO! IT'S BEEN ME THE WHOLE TIME, YOU BIG GOOF!

HOLY COW, I ALMOST KILLED MY OWN DAUGHTER.

I'M A MONSTER!

( all cheering )

BINGO!

Big Bob: HUH, IT WASN'T AN ALIEN SPACESHIP

IT WAS THE WATER TOWER.

And as the whole wild affair

is exposed as a ridiculous hoax

I can assure you that Douglas Cain...

is a big pompous windbag.

Let's all go home and get some sleep.

What do you say?

Arnold: I'M GLAD EVERYTHING WORKED OUT.

I'LL NEVER DO A PRANK LIKE THAT AGAIN.

AW, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

YOU TERRIFIED THE ENTIRE CITY.

YOU NEARLY CAUSED THE END OF THE WORLD.

HO-HO, I'M PROUD OF YOU, BOY.

HERE, HAVE SOME CANDY.

OOH! THESE ARE COCKROACHES.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYBODY!

( cackling )

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