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!

AND THE FARMER SAID

"THAT'S NO KID, THAT'S MY BABY GOAT."

( all chuckling )

OH, BROTHER.

WHY IS EVERYBODY SO CRAZY OVER THAT LILA?

EVEN ARNOLD.

Stinky: I RECKON WHEN I GET GROWED UP

I'M GOING TO ASK LILA TO BE MY GAL.

NOT IF I ASK HER FIRST.

Stinky: WHAT ABOUT YOU, ARNOLD?

ARE YOU HOLDING A TORCH FOR MISS LILA, TOO?

I DON'T KNOW, STINKY.

I MEAN, I LIKE LILA

BUT I DON'T LIKE HER LIKE HER.

HE DOESN'T LIKE HER LIKE HER.

OH, ARNOLD.

SO DISCRIMINATING.

SO PATIENT AND THOUGHTFUL.

SPURNING THE GOLDEN GIRL AND SAVING HIS AFFECTIONS

FOR ONE LESS LIKELY, YET PERHAPS ULTIMATELY MORE DESERVING

WHO MAY NOT BE THE PRETTIEST OR THE WITTIEST

BUT WHOSE PRIMITIVE BEAUTY, GRACE AND CHARMS

LIE TRAGICALLY UNOBSERVED AND UNAWAKENED.

SOMEONE LIKE ME, HELGA G. PATAKI.

OH, ARNOLD, BANE OF MY EXISTENCE

BLIGHT UPON MY TORTURED HEART.

IF ONLY YOU KNEW MY TRUE FEELINGS FOR YOU.

AND IF ONLY YOU FELT

THE SAME TRUE FEELINGS UNTOWARDS ME.

DARE I IMAGINE, IF ONLY FOR ONE BRIEF, MAD MOMENT IT WERE TRUE.

CALL ME MAD, BUT I DARE.

I DARE.

WITH THIS CHALK

AND NO WITNESSES

I WILL WRITE THE WORDS

UPON THIS WALL WHICH BARE MY SOUL

EXPRESSING ALL.

I HOPE, I DREAM, I PINE AND I PRAY WAS TRUE

FOREVER AND A DAY.

ARNOLD...

LOVES...

HELGA.

Rhonda: SHE MIXED NAVY BLUE AND BLACK.

WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?

( gasps )

SO I SAID, "EXCUSE ME, MISS THING

"THIS IS THE FASHION POLICE

AND I'LL HAVE TO WRITE YOU A TICKET."

HOLD UP, GIRLS.

"ARNOLD LOVES LILA"?

GOSH.

I WONDER IF IT'S TRUE?

OF COURSE IT'S TRUE.

IT'S WRITTEN ON THE WALL.

"ARNOLD LOVES LILA."

SURELY THERE'S SOME REASONABLE EXPLANATION.

OF COURSE THERE IS, THAT ARNOLD LOVES YOU.

( gasps )

IT COULDN'T BE TRUE, COULD IT?

WHY WOULDN'T IT BE TRUE?

EVERYBODY LIKES YOU, LILA.

YOU'RE SMART, FUNNY, PRETTY

AND, NEXT TO ME, YOU'RE THE BEST DRESSER IN OUR CLASS.

IT MAKES SENSE TO ME.

HE MIGHT BE TOO SHY TO TELL YOU

SO HE WROTE IT ON THE WALL, ANONYMOUSLY

HOPING HIS SECRET WISH WOULD COME TRUE.

IT'S SO ROMANTIC.

I NEVER THOUGHT

ABOUT ARNOLD THAT MUCH.

I MEAN, I ALWAYS THOUGHT HE LIKED ME

BUT I NEVER THOUGHT HE LIKED ME LIKED ME.

WELL, HE DOES, LILA.

AND I THINK IT'S TERRIBLY SWEET.

HE'S REALLY A VERY NICE BOY.

HELLO, ARNOLD.

HI, LILA.

I WAS THINKING

MAYBE WE COULD SIT TOGETHER AT LUNCH.

SURE, I GUESS SO.

"SURE, I GUESS SO."

THAT'S JUST LIKE YOU.

IT IS?

ARNOLD, YOU DON'T HAVE TO PRETEND.

I KNOW HOW YOU REALLY FEEL.

HOW I REALLY FEEL?

I KNOW YOU LIKE ME.

SURE, I LIKE YOU.

I KNOW YOU LIKE ME

AND THAT YOU LIKE ME LIKE ME.

HUH? I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

THAT'S JUST LIKE YOU

TO BE SHY ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS.

DON'T PRETEND ANYMORE.

LILA.

DON'T DENY IT.

I READ WHAT YOU WROTE ON THE WALL

"ARNOLD LOVES LILA."

NOW THAT I KNOW YOUR TRUE

AND HONEST FEELINGS ABOUT ME

I WANT TO SPEND LOTS OF TIME WITH YOU.

BUT--

DON'T SAY ANYTHING, ARNOLD.

I WANT YOU TO KNOW

I ENJOYED OUR LUNCH TOGETHER.

I'M GETTING TO KNOW YOU SO MUCH BETTER

NOW THAT I KNOW HOW DEEPLY YOU FEEL ABOUT ME.

LILA, ABOUT THAT--

LET'S SPEND AS MUCH TIME TOGETHER AS POSSIBLE.

ACTUALLY--

LET'S DO HOMEWORK

AND EAT LUNCH TOGETHER EVERY DAY.

OH, ARNOLD.

I JUST WANT TO KNOW

EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.

I REALLY DO, EVER SO MUCH.

WELL, THAT'S VERY, VERY NICE, LILA.

ISN'T IT ROMANTIC-- ARNOLD AND LILA.

THEY REALLY DO MAKE JUST A TERRIBLY CUTE COUPLE.

ARNOLD! THAT STUPID FOOTBALL HEAD

AND, COINCIDENTALLY, THE TORTURED OBJECT

OF MY MOST HALLOWED AND BEST AFFECTIONS

IS GLUED TO LILA INSTEAD OF ME.

AND THE WORST PART IS, I DID THIS TO MYSELF.

IF ONLY I HAD LEFT WHAT I WROTE ON THE WALL.

IF ONLY I WASN'T SO GUTLESS

MAYBE ARNOLD WOULD BE COZYING UP TO ME

INSTEAD OF THAT LITTLE MISS PERFECT PHONY, LILA.

OH...

( asthmatic wheezing )

( glasses shatter )

( no audio... )

♪ ARNOLD AND LILA ♪

♪ SITTING IN A TREE ♪

♪ K-I-S-S-I-N-G! ♪

CUT IT OUT.

OOH, MR. SENSITIVE.

YOU GUYS, I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON LILA.

WELL, SINCE YOU DENY IT SO MUCH

I RECKON IT MUST BE TRUE.

♪ FIRST COMES LOVE, THEN COMES MARRIAGE... ♪

SHE THINKS I LIKE HER LIKE HER, UNDERSTAND?

OF COURSE I UNDERSTAND.

WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

SHOULD I TELL HER THE TRUTH?

SAY, "LILA, I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU THE WAY YOU THINK--"

NO! OH, NO, WHATEVER YOU DO

DON'T TELL HER THAT.

IT'LL CRUSH HER SPIRIT, BRAND HER FOR LIFE.

WHAT SHOULD I DO?

WELL, ARNOLD, LET ME TELL YOU...

I HAVE NO IDEA.

THE THING IS EVEN THOUGH I LIKE YOU

I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU LIKE YOU.

BUT I READ THE WRITING ON THE WALL

"ARNOLD LOVES LILA."

I THOUGHT THAT YOU--

I DON'T KNOW WHO WROTE THAT OR WHY

BUT IT WASN'T ME.

( softly ): OH.

I'M REALLY SORRY.

IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT, A BAD JOKE OR SOMETHING.

THAT'S OKAY, ARNOLD.

I UNDERSTAND.

LET'S STILL BE GOOD FRIENDS.

( sighs )

JUST LOOK AT THE POOR KID.

EVER SINCE ARNOLD DUMPED HER

SHE'S BEEN MOPING AROUND.

WELL, IF IT ISN'T MR. FICKLE HIMSELF.

HUH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

FIRST YOU WRITE "ARNOLD LOVES LILA"

ON THE WALL.

AND WHEN SHE STARTS TO LIKE YOU

YOU DON'T LIKE HER.

FICKLE.

I DID NOT WRITE THAT

ON THE WALL.

OH, SURE.

DENY IT NOW.

( computer beeping )

OH, NO... THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.

I THINK I LIKE HER LIKE HER.

I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY.

WHY, CERTAINLY, ARNOLD.

BUT WHAT IS IT?

I CAN'T TELL YOU RIGHT NOW.

ALL I CAN SAY IS

IT'S IMPORTANT.

LET'S MEET IN THE PARK

BY THE FOUNTAIN AFTER SCHOOL.

I'LL LOOK FORWARD TO IT.

THIS IS IT.

MY WORST NIGHTMARE COME TRUE.

TODAY, IN THE PARK BY THE FOUNTAIN

ARNOLD WILL EXPRESS TO LILA FEELINGS OF LOVE

OF ROMANTIC ABANDON THAT FOR TORTURED YEARS

I PRAYED HE WOULD SOMEDAY EXPRESS TO ME.

ONLY HE'LL BE GUSHING THEM NOT TO ME, BUT TO ANOTHER.

TO LILA.

OH, WHAT FRESH TORMENT IS THIS?

WHAT ULTIMATE NIGHTMARE OF MY NINE-YEAR-OLD EXISTENCE

AM I ABOUT TO ENDURE?

( wheezing )

( growls )

( punching, glass breaking )

THE REASON I ASKED YOU HERE IS

I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU.

I DIDN'T REALIZE IT UNTIL LAST NIGHT

BUT I REALIZED THAT I DON'T JUST LIKE YOU

I ACTUALLY LIKE YOU LIKE YOU.

IT'S FUNNY YOU SAID THAT BECAUSE LAST WEEK

AFTER YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LIKED ME

BUT YOU DIDN'T LIKE ME LIKE ME

WELL, I WENT HOME

AND I FELT PRETTY BAD FOR AWHILE.

I'M SORRY, LILA.

BUT AFTER I THOUGHT ABOUT IT

I REALIZED THAT THE REASON I LIKED YOU LIKED YOU

WAS BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU LIKED ME LIKED ME.

WHEN I REALIZED YOU NEVER LIKED ME LIKED ME

I REALIZED I NEVER

REALLY LIKED YOU LIKED YOU.

YOU DIDN'T?

I ALWAYS LIKED YOU, ARNOLD.

BUT AFTER ALL THAT'S HAPPENED BETWEEN US

WHEN I'M REALLY HONEST WITH MYSELF, THE TRUTH IS

I DON'T LIKE YOU LIKE YOU.

I JUST LIKE YOU.

IS THAT OKAY?

YOU'RE DUMPING ME, AREN'T YOU?

NOT IN SO MANY WORDS

BECAUSE I REALLY ADMIRE YOU

AND I TREASURE OUR FRIENDSHIP EVER SO MUCH.

YOU'RE DUMPING ME, AREN'T YOU?

WELL, YES. I'M EVER SO SORRY.

THE LAST THING I EVER WANT TO DO IS HURT YOU.

I UNDERSTAND.

WE CAN STILL BE GOOD FRIENDS, CAN'T WE?

SURE, LILA.

I GUESS I SHOULD BE GETTING HOME.

I'LL SEE YOU IN SCHOOL, ARNOLD.

( cracking, crashing, grunt )

HELGA?

HEY, HOW'S IT GOING?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

NOTHING, JUST CLIMBING TREES.

BOY, DO I LOVE CLIMBING TREES.

GOOD, HEALTHY EXERCISE.

I GUESS SO.

SO I COULDN'T HELP OVERHEARING.

LILA DUMPED YOU?

YEAH.

SHE DUMPED YOU PRETTY GOOD.

YEAH.

HUNG YOU OUT TO DRY;

DOESN'T LIKE YOU LIKE YOU

JUST LIKES YOU BUT STILL WANTS TO BE FRIENDS?

MM-HMM.

YOU OKAY, ARNOLD?

YEAH, I'M OKAY.

I GUESS YOU REALLY LIKED HER, HUH?

YOU'LL BOUNCE BACK.

PLENTY OF OTHER FISH IN THE SEA, RIGHT?

YEAH... IT'S FUNNY

WHEN YOU LIKE SOMEONE

AND THEY DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU BACK

IT'S NOT SO BAD.

BUT WHEN YOU REALLY LIKE THEM LIKE THEM

BUT THEY JUST LIKE YOU, IT HURTS.

HAVE YOU EVER FELT THAT WAY ABOUT SOMEONE, HELGA?

( nervously ): WHO, ME?

NO, NO. OF COURSE NOT.

DON'T BE RIDICULOUS.

BUT I CAN UNDERSTAND HOW YOU MUST FEEL.

THANKS, HELGA.

YOU GOING HOME?

YEAH, I GUESS SO.

COULD I MAYBE WALK WITH YOU?

WELL, SURE, ARNOLD, I MEAN...

WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT, FOOTBALL HEAD.

YUP, SHE'S A REAL BEAUT, ARNOLD.

SHE IS TOUGH.

I RECKON THIS HERE VEHICLE'S

GOING TO BE A FIERCE COMPETITOR

IN TODAY'S GO-CART RACE.

IF WE QUALIFY TODAY WE CAN RACE IT

IN THE KIDS' ALL CITY GRAND PRIX NEXT WEEK.

NOW ALL WE NEED TO DO IS GIVE HER A NAME.

IT'S ON THE OTHER SIDE.

SEE?

DARK AVENGER.

COOL.

I LOVE IT.

( go-cart approaching )

HI, GUYS.

NICE CART, EUGENE.

I WORKED HARD ON IT.

ALL MY LIFE I WANTED A GREAT GO-CART

SO I DESIGNED AND BUILT MY OWN CREATION!

I CALL IT THE MAUVE STORM.

( laughing )

THE MAUVE STORM?

OH, PLEASE.

IS THIS IT?

I JUST HAVE TO BEAT YOU LOSERS?

HUH, THIS IS GOING TO BE CAKE.

( engine roaring )

( engine roaring... )

WILLIKERS!

IT'S WOLFGANG

AND HE'S DRIVING SOME KIND OF FIFTH GRADE JUGGERNAUT.

WELL, WELL, WELL.

SO I'M RACING THE FOURTH GRADERS TODAY.

MORNING, WOLFGANG.

READY TO RUMBLE?

IN YOUR DREAMS, TWIGGY.

YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE IN THAT PURPLE CREAM PUFF.

JUST GO HOME AND CRY IN YOUR BED.

SOME KIDS WOULD DO THAT.

SOME KIDS WOULD JUST GIVE UP

AND START FALLING APART.

BUT OTHERS COME HOME FROM SCHOOL

AND WASH UP AND GO RACING IN THE STREETS.

( laughing )

Announcer: Good morning.

We're about to begin the qualifying heat

for the Junior All City Grand Prix.

Watch for the green light.

( engines revving )

( bell rings )

( crowd cheers... )

( growls )

At the first turn

it's the Destroyer, driven by Wolfgang

followed by the Dark Avenger and the Mauve Storm.

And the Mauve Storm moves into second place.

( tires squealing )

HI, ARNOLD.

EXHILARATING, ISN'T IT?

EUGENE, KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!

( screaming )

( crashing )

( squawking )

WHEW!

( screaming )

( both screaming )

( crashing )

And... Wolfgang is the winner!

Followed by Helga in second place.

All four vehicles finished with good enough times

to qualify for the finals.

Even the Dark Avenger and the, uh... Mauve Storm.

If their teams can manage to fix their carts.

FIX OUR CARTS?

LOOK AT 'EM!

MY POOR MAUVE STORM.

SO YOUNG, CUT DOWN IN THE PRIME OF LIFE.

WELL, GUESS THAT'S THE END OF YOUR LITTLE GO-CARTS.

( laughing )

MAYBE NOT.

WHAT'S THAT MEAN?

NOW WE HAVE TWO BUSTED UP GO-CARTS, RIGHT?

Both: RIGHT.

IF WE TAKE PARTS FROM BOTH

WE CAN MAKE ONE GREAT GO-CART.

THAT PLAN REALLY BITES, ARNOLD.

IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.

WE HAVE LESS THAN A WEEK.

GUYS, WITH OUR COMBINED RESOURCES

WE CAN BUILD A CART THAT WILL BEAT WOLFGANG NEXT WEEK.

WHAT DO YOU SAY?

GEE, I DON'T KNOW, ARNOLD.

COME ON, YOU GUYS.

WE HAVE TO TRY.

IT JUST MIGHT WORK.

I STILL HAVE ALL MY ORIGINAL DESIGNS

AND LEFTOVER MATERIALS AND LOTS OF PAINT.

WELL, MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT, ARNOLD.

IT'S LIKE MY UNCLE MINKY SAYS, "TRY, TRY AND TRY AGAIN

"TILL YOU CAN'T TRY NO LONGER.

"AND IF THAT DON'T WORK YOU'VE WASTED A LOT OF TIME

TRYING TO DO SOMETHING YOU COULDN'T DO."

BUT I RECKON I'M IN ANYWAY.

I'M IN.

YEAH, LET'S DO IT!

( sawing )

NOW LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT.

YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE TWO WRECKED GO-CARTS

PUT 'EM TOGETHER WITH RUSTY SCREWS AND DUCT TAPE

AND IN LESS THAN A WEEK

BUILD AN AMAZING RACER THAT'LL WIN THE JUNIOR GRAND PRIX

AND DEFEAT THAT BIG FELLOW THAT GIVES YOU TROUBLE.

RIGHT, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

OOH, WONDERFUL IDEA, SHORT MAN.

GO GET 'EM--

YOU'LL WIN FOR SURE.

OH, LOOK, A PIG JUST FLEW BY.

AND IT'S RAINING MALTED MILK BALLS.

HMPH. OKAY, GUYS, LET'S GET TO WORK.

( beeping... )

COULD SOMEONE HAND ME THAT THERE OIL?

I GOT IT.

WHOA!

( howling )

( grunting )

( screams, crashes )

OH, ARNOLD... IT'S A DREAM.

HOP IN, SEE HOW IT FEELS.

YOU'RE A PAL.

( banging ): WHOA!

NOW ALL WE NEED IS SOME PAINT

SOME TIRES, A NAME...

UH, GUYS...

A LITTLE HELP.

AND A MIRACLE.

ALL FINISHED-- WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I CAN'T BELIEVE WE LET YOU PAINT IT PURPLE.

IT'S NOT PURPLE, ARNOLD, IT'S MAUVE.

WE'RE STILL CALLING IT THE DARK AVENGER.

BUT, SID, LOOK, IT'S THE MAUVE STORM.

THE DARK AVENGER.

THE MAUVE STORM.

THE DARK AVENGER.

I GOT IT!

HOW ABOUT...

THE MAUVE AVENGER?

STINKY, WE ARE NOT CALLING OUR GO-CART THE MAUVE AVENGER.

I CANNOT BELIEVE WE CALLED OUR GO-CART

THE MAUVE AVENGER.

ISN'T IT GREAT? WE HAVE THE NEATEST GO-CART

WITH THE MOST CREATIVE NAME.

EVERYONE WILL FEAR THE MAUVE AVENGER.

Wolfgang: THE MAUVE AVENGER?

HA! I'M SO SCARED.

THE BIG POWERFUL MAUVE AVENGER'S GOING TO BEAT ME.

NOT!

YOU PATHETIC FOURTH GRADE LOSERS ARE WASTING YOUR TIME.

LAUGH AND AGREE.

( laughs )

I AGREE.

GOOD SERIES OF INSULTS.

SHUT UP.

( Italian accent ): IT'S NO PROBLEM.

I DRIVE FAST AND WIN FAST.

NO PROBLEM.

JUST COME BACK IN ONE PIECE, GUISEPPE.

( French accent ): CHERI, YOU SAID YOU WOULD NEVER RACE AGAIN.

I CANNOT RESIST.

THE TRACK-- IT CALLS TO ME.

AT LEAST TAKE MY SCARF FOR LUCK.

STRIVE TO STAY CLOSE TO THE INSIDE RAIL-- THE SAFEST LOCATION.

WHEN THE OTHER GO-CARTS GET CLOSE, DON'T HIT 'EM.

PUT A SOCK IN IT!

Now, the Grand Prix Race you've been waiting for--

The Junior Division Finals.

Boys and girls, start your engines!

( engines starting, crowd cheering )

Racers to your marks.

( bell rings )

SEE YOU AT THE FINISH LINE, FOOTBALL FACE.

( bell rings )

( bell rings )

( crowd cheering... )

( tires squealing )

IT'S CRAZY OUT THERE.

IT NEVER STOPS.

HEY, WOLFGANG, WHEN DO I GET TO DRIVE?

YOU GET TO DRIVE... NEVER!

HAROLD, GET SOME AIR IN MY LEFT FRONT TIRE-- MOVE!

HEY, WHEN'S MY TURN TO DRIVE?

WHEN GEEKS FLY OUT OF MY NOSE.

( grumbling... ) MOMMY...

WE ALL WORKED TOGETHER ON THIS GO-CART

WE'RE A TEAM.

OKAY, YOU WANT TO LOSE, HERE.

OH, NO, I COULDN'T POSSIBLY.

YOU DON'T WANT TO DRIVE-- FINE.

OUT OF MY WAY.

SID, TAKE THE WHEEL FOR AWHILE.

ACTUALLY, IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE.

UH, NO.

NO WAY.

LISTEN, GUYS.

HALF OF THE MAUVE AVENGER IS MINE

SO I GET TO DRIVE HALF THE RACE.

ARE YOU KIDDING?

HE'LL CRASH.

YEAH, HE'S A JINX.

AN ALL FIVE JINX.

( tires squealing )

FELLERS, I THINK THE WHOLE THING'S MOOT.

WE'RE DEAD MEAT.

STEADY.

THIS IS YOUR DAY, EUGENE.

RIDE THE RAIL, THE RACE IS YOURS.

WHEN I GET HOME, I'LL HAVE A BIG PIZZA.

We're now in the final lap.

I'M GOING TO WIN, FOURTH GRADER, I'M GOING TO WIN!

EUGENE, GO, IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY.

( screaming... )

JEAN!

OH, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA...

( tires squealing )

Helga: THAT'S IT, PHOEBE, FASTER! PUNCH IT!

( giggling )

Announcer: Helga's Angel has taken the lead

but the Mauve Avenger is closing the gap.

( screaming... )

And they're neck and neck.

It's going to be close.

A photo finish!

And the winner is...

( camera clicks )

...Helga's Angel!

( crowd cheering )

I'M OKAY.

I TOLD YOU YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME DRIVE.

SHUT UP.

I WOULDN'T HAVE CRASHED.

WELL, WE GOT SECOND PLACE.

THAT'S PRETTY GOOD.

YEAH, BUT WE DIDN'T WIN.

BUT I, I DIDN'T CRASH.

BUT WE DIDN'T WIN.

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CRASHED.

WE DID OUR BEST.

AND WE BEAT WOLFGANG.

YEAH. I KNEW THE MAUVE STORM COULD DO IT.

YOU MEAN THE DARK AVENGER.

THE MAUVE STORM.

THE DARK AVENGER.

I'M CONFUSED, FELLERS.

I THOUGHT IT WAS THE MAUVE AVENGER.

NO, NO, SEE...

Giuseppe: I LOVE THE WAY YOU RACE.

CHE BELLA.

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

and NICKELODEON

Captioned by The Caption Center WGBH Educational Foundation]

Helga: HAROLD! GET SOME AIR IN MY LEFT FRONT TIRE.

Eugene: A LITTLE HELP... I-I'M OKAY.

Giuseppe: IT'S NO PROBLEM.

( engine revving, guy coughing )

Grandpa: A PIG JUST FLEW BY.

Eugene: HALF OF THE MAUVE AVENGER IS MINE.

Harold: WHEN DO I GET TO SIT IN THE CO-CART?

Grandpa: IT'S RAINING MALTED MILK BALLS.

Eugene: READY TO R-R-RUMBLE?

Helga: DOUBLE-CHECK THE WIRING.

Announcer: The Mauve Avenger is closing the gap.

Eugene: WILLIKERS!

A photo finish!

Eugene: HI, GUYS.

( crash )

I'M, I'M OKAY.