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!

Gerald: AND THOUGH SOME SAY

THE GUARD AT THE ZOO JUST HAPPENS TO LOOK LIKE A GORILLA

OTHERS SWEAR THAT ON MOONLESS NIGHTS

THEY HAVE ACTUALLY SEEN THE HAIRY MAN OUT OF HIS UNIFORM

HOPPING AROUND IN THE GORILLA CAGES.

THE END.

WELL, THAT WAS SORT OF SCARY

BUT I GOT ME A FABLE THAT'LL KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF.

LET'S HEAR IT, SLIM.

THIS HERE YARN OF A HORROR

IS ABOUT THE EVER-FRIGHTENING MONKEY CAT!

IN THE DINGY LABORATORY OF THE DESPICABLE DR. MISCHIEF

THERE LIVED AN OLD, FURRY CAT.

ONE DAY, THE CAT SNUCK INTO THE CAGE OF A FRISKY MONKEY

AND GOT HIMSELF CAUGHT.

DR. MISCHIEF WATCHED

AS THE MONKEY AND THE CAT BEGAN TO FIGHT.

THEY BECAME ENTANGLED TOGETHER

AND THAT'S WHEN THE EVIL DOCTOR GOT HIS BIG IDEA.

HE CUT OFF THE MONKEY'S HEAD AND SEWED IT ON THE CAT'S BODY

AND INVENTED MONKEY CAT!

MONKEY CAT?

MONKEY CAT!

WHAT'S SO SCARY ABOUT THAT?

IT'S A BANANA-EATING

MILK-DRINKING HORROR MONSTER.

MONKEY CAT!

Harold: THAT'S NOT SCARY, THAT'S STUPID.

I CAME TO THIS SLEEPOVER TO BE SCARED, AND I'M NOT;

I'M JUST HUNGRY!

( yawns )

WE ATE ALL THE PIZZA.

I GUESS WE SHOULD JUST GO TO SLEEP.

UH, SID, IT'S 6:30.

OH, YEAH, RIGHT.

( laughs )

I HAVE A SCARY STORY

ONE THAT'LL SCARE YOUR PANTS OFF.

( all grumbling )

I'M SERIOUS.

ALL RIGHTY, THEN, LET'S HEAR IT.

THIS IS THE TALE OF THE HEADLESS CABBIE.

A HUNDRED YEARS AGO

ON A MISTY, FOGGY AUTUMN NIGHT JUST LIKE TONIGHT

A LONELY CABBIE WAS DRIVING HIS CARRIAGE.

Woman: OH, CABBIE.

SUDDENLY, A MYSTERIOUS LADY HAILED A CAB.

SHE SAID SHE HAD LOST HER DOG IN THE PARK.

Woman: I'VE BEEN UPSET

AND MUST CLEAR MY HEAD.

I LOST MY SCOTTY DOG A FEW WEEKS AGO

AND I'M STILL HOPING TO FIND HIM.

MIGHT WE RIDE ABOUT THE PARK?

YES, MA'AM.

( clicks tongue to horse )

IT WAS COLD OUT

AND THE LADY POLITELY OFFERED HER RED SCARF TO THE CABBIE.

IT'S SO COLD OUT.

WON'T YOU WEAR THIS SCARF?

WHY, THANK YOU, MA'AM.

IT IS COLD OUT.

THEY HAD NO SOONER REACHED THE WOODS

WHEN THE LADY SAT UP AND SAID

WHAT'S THAT SOUND?

THE CABBIE LOOKED AROUND

BUT SAW ONLY DARK TREES IN FOG.

THAT SOUNDS LIKE MY DOG.

MY POOR LITTLE BABY.

FOLLOW HIM.

HURRY, HURRY.

THE CABBIE DIDN'T WANT TO GO TOO FAST

BECAUSE IT WAS GETTING DARKER AND FOGGIER

THE FARTHER THEY WENT INTO THE PARK.

BUT THE SOUND OF THE DOG'S BARKING GREW LOUDER.

THE LADY TOLD THE CABBIE TO DRIVE FASTER.

FASTER, PLEASE.

WE'RE COMING, SWEETIE!

WE'RE COMING TO SAVE YOU!

IT WAS GETTING DARKER AND COLDER

AND FOGGIER BY THE MINUTE.

THE WHEELS OF THE CARRIAGE ECHOED

AS THEY RATTLED ALONG THE COBBLESTONES.

BUT ALL THE TIME THE DOG KEPT BARKING

AND THE LADY KEPT YELLING.

FASTER, DO YOU HEAR?

WE MUST SAVE MY DOGGIE!

I SEE HIM!

"HE'S JUST AHEAD OF US," SHE SCREAMED.

THE DOG'S BARKING ECHOED

AND THE HORSE'S HOOVES WERE CLATTERING ON THE COBBLESTONES.

THE CABBIE HUNG ON TO THE REINS

AS THE HORSE PULLED AS FAST AS HE COULD.

AND NOW HE COULD SEE THE GASLIGHTS GLOWING

AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.

SHE SCREAMED...

"WATCH OUT!"

IT WAS A MAN WITH A HUGE, GOLDEN HOOK FOR AN ARM.

( both scream )

AND THEY BARELY MISSED HIM.

THEY SWERVED OUT AND DOWN A STEEP HILL.

THE CABBIE HELD THE REINS AND TRIED TO PULL UP HIS HORSE.

THAT'S HIM.

MY DOGGIE'S DOWN THE HILL!

GO DOWN THERE!

HURRY, HURRY!

SHE BEAT ON HIS SHOULDER AND YELLED...

FASTER! FASTER!

MY DOGGIE!

MY LITTLE SCOTTY DOGGIE!

NO ONE SAW THE LOW BRANCH HANGING

UNTIL THE CABBIE'S RED SCARF TWISTED AROUND

AND CAUGHT ONTO IT.

( loud snap )

AND THEN, OF COURSE, IT WAS TOO LATE.

THE HORSE CONTINUED

ONLY NOW THE REINS WERE HELD BY...

THE HEADLESS CABBIE!

( cackling )

PEOPLE SAY THAT TO THIS VERY DAY

WHEN THE FOG COMES DOWN ON QUIET AUTUMN NIGHTS

YOU CAN STILL HEAR THE BARKING OF THE DEMON SCOTTY DOG.

YOU MIGHT ALSO HEAR THE RATTLING OF THE CARRIAGE WHEELS

ON THE COBBLESTONES.

AND THEN, IT WON'T BE LONG

TILL YOU HEAR THE LAUGHTER OF THE HORRIBLE GHOST LADY.

AND THE NEXT THING YOU'LL SEE COMING AT YOU OUT OF THE FOG

WILL BE THE HAUNTED CARRIAGE, DRIVEN BY THE HEADLESS CABBIE!

( both gasp )

A RIGHTEOUSLY TOLD URBAN LEGEND, MY BROTHER.

( Harold whimpering )

HAROLD, ARE YOU OKAY?

EASY SQUEEZY LEMON PEASY.

Stinky: OH, COME ON, HAROLD.

IT'S ONLY A CRAZY MADE-UP GHOST STORY, RIGHT, ARNOLD?

RIGHT.

IT'S NOT LIKE IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED OR ANYTHING.

WELL, A YARN LIKE THAT SURE GIVES ME AN APPETITE.

LET'S GO OUT AND GET SOME ICE CREAM, FELLOWS.

WHAT DO YOU SAY?

NO, NO, WE CAN'T LEAVE!

WE CAN'T GO ANYWHERE!

Gerald: HAROLD, YOU'LL BE FINE.

WE'LL ALL GO TOGETHER.

YOU PROMISE?

WE PROMISE.

UH, OKAY.

HEY... HEY!

WAIT A MINUTE.

THIS IS CITY PARK.

I'M NOT GOING IN THERE.

HAROLD, THE FASTEST WAY TO GET ICE CREAM IS THROUGH THE PARK.

CAN'T WE TAKE SOME OTHER WAY?

IT'S THE FASTEST WAY.

COME ON, DON'T BE A BABY.

COME ON, MAN.

THERE'S NO HORSE AND BUGGY

OR LAUGHING LADY OR HEADLESS CABBIE.

IT'S JUST AN URBAN LEGEND.

MY GRANDPA TOLD IT TO ME, AND HE ALWAYS MAKES UP STORIES.

WE'LL BE FINE.

OKAY, I'LL GO

BUT ONLY 'CAUSE I'M REALLY, REALLY HUNGRY.

Sid: OOH.... IT'S ME, HAROLD

THE HEADLESS CABBIE!

STOP IT!

OOH...

STOP IT, SID!

STOP IT OR I'LL POUND YOU!

HOLD ON, FELLOWS.

DO YOU HEAR BARKING?

( barking )

NO!

IT'S THE DEMON SCOTTY DOG!

Stinky: OH, IT'S JUST A HAPPY LITTLE OLD MUTT

COME SNIFFING UP TO US, HAROLD.

'TAIN'T NOTHING TO BE SCARED OF.

Harold: NO! NO! NO!

IT'S THE DEMON SCOTTY DOG!

DON'T TOUCH IT!

IT'LL PUT A SPELL ON US!

WE'LL GET OUR HEADS CUT OFF!

COME ON, HAROLD, RELAX!

IT IS KIND OF A WEIRD COINCIDENCE.

I MEAN, IT'S JUST LIKE THE DOG FROM THE STORY.

OH, SHUCKS, HE'S JUST A NICE OLD BOY.

WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE HIM HERE.

I RECKON I'LL TAKE HIM WITH ME.

NO!

NO, NO, NO!

( whimpering )

OH, COME ON, HAROLD.

( wind howling )

( owl hooting )

( clacking in distance )

WHAT'S THAT?

IT SOUNDS LIKE A HORSE, JUST LIKE IN THE STORY.

IT'S THE HEADLESS CABBIE.

( shoes clacking like horses' hooves )

All: EUGENE!

HI, GUYS.

( all sigh in relief )

YOU SCARED THE STUFFING OUT OF US, EUGENE!

OH, SORRY; I WAS JUST PRACTICING FOR MY CLOG DANCING CLASS.

ON THE COBBLESTONES IN THE EARLY EVENING?

NOW I'VE SEEN EVERYTHING.

OH, I HATE THIS!

FIRST THE DOG, THEN EUGENE.

THIS WHOLE SLEEPOVER IS SCARING ME TO DEATH!

LET'S GET OUT OF THIS PARK

AND GET SOME ICE CREAM NOW, PLEASE!

WE'RE ALMOST THROUGH THE PARK, HAROLD.

SEE? HERE'S THE TUNNEL.

Harold: A TUNNEL?

I AIN'T GOING IN ANY TUNNEL!

AW, JEEZ, I DON'T WANT TO.

MAN, THIS IS CREEPY.

IT'S JUST LIKE IN ARNOLD'S STORY.

WHAT STORY?

THE HEADLESS CABBIE.

GOSH, WHAT'S IT ABOUT?

DON'T TELL IT!

I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!

WE'RE ALREADY IN THE DARK, FOGGY TUNNEL

AND THE DEMON SCOTTY DOG'S BARKING

AND AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL IS GOING TO BE A MAN

WITH A GOLDEN HOOK FOR AN ARM!

THAT WON'T HAPPEN.

WE'RE ALMOST OUT OF THE TUNNEL, SEE?

YEAH, I GUESS YOU'RE RIGHT.

( all gasp )

( growling )

IT'S THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN HOOK FOR AN ARM!

( all screaming )

JUST WANTED TO SELL THEM A QUALITY WATCH.

( all screaming )

WAIT!

STOP, YOU GUYS!

NOBODY'S CHASING US.

OUR IMAGINATIONS GOT CARRIED AWAY.

Harold: WHAT IMAGINATIONS?

THAT... THAT GUY WITH THE... WITH THE GOLDEN HOOK FOR AN ARM

AND THE BARKING DOG?!

THAT'S ALL A COINCIDENCE.

Stinky: SPEAKING OF COINKIDINKS, ARNOLD

LOOKEE THERE.

( all gasp )

Harold: NO!

IT'S THE RED SCARF OF THE HEADLESS CABBIE!

YOU GUYS, CUT IT OUT.

THIS IS CRAZY!

IT'S JUST AN OLD SCARF.

THERE'S NOTHING WEIRD GOING ON HERE.

EUGENE, WILL YOU PLEASE STOP CLOGGING?

I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING.

( clacking )

Stinky: WHAT IS IT, BOY?

( clacking getting louder )

( screaming )

( all screaming )

( all gasp )

( neighing )

( laughing )

( all screaming )

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

IT'S ME, ERNIE!

ERNIE?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

I'M DRIVING THIS BUGGY AT NIGHT TO EARN SOME EXTRA CASH.

YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?

BUT WHO'S THAT LADY LAUGHING?

THAT'S WAS NO LADY.

THAT'S WAS ME.

MR. HYUNH?

YES, I HAVE A VERY CREEPY LAUGH.

Harold: CAN WE GET OUT OF HERE NOW?

Ernie: ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

HOP IN.

I'LL GIVE YOU A RIDE HOME.

Hyunh: WHO WANTS TO HEAR

MY CREEPY LAUGH?

( laughing )

Harold: OH, STOP IT!

STOP LAUGHING, PLEASE!

MOMMY!

STOP!

Arnold: GOOD NIGHT.

Gerald: SEE YOU LATER.

SEE YOU.

Arnold: WHAT A NIGHT.

Gerald: TELL ME ABOUT IT.

OOH... I'M THE HEADLESS CABBIE.

WHERE'S MY HEAD, HAROLD?

STOP IT, SID, PLEASE!

( laughing )

I'M THE LAUGHING LADY, HAROLD.

STOP, STOP!

I'LL NEVER POUND YOU AGAIN, I PROMISE!

JUST STOP IT!

CABBIE, I'D LIKE A RIDE AROUND THE PARK PLEASE.

YES, MA'AM.

I LOST MY SCOTTY DOG A FEW WEEKS AGO

AND I'M STILL HOPING TO FIND HIM.

IT'S SO COLD OUT, WON'T YOU WEAR THIS SCARF?

OH, THANKS, LADY.

IT IS PRETTY COLD OUT TONIGHT.

( dog barking )

( woman laughing evilly )

Grandma: HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th, EVERYBODY.

( cackles )

I'M OFF TO COLLECT

ALL THE BLACK CATS IN THE CITY

AND WALK THEM UNDER SOME LADDERS.

WHO'S COMING?

CRAZY OLD BIRD

TAKING UP WITH A BUNCH OF BLACK CATS

ON FRIDAY THE 13th.

WELL, THAT'S JUST ASKING FOR TROUBLE, POOKY.

COME ON, GRANDPA.

YOU'RE NOT SUPERSTITIOUS, ARE YOU?

DARN TOOTING, I AM!

AND YOU BETTER BE, TOO

IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU.

FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS, WISE MEN HAVE FEARED THE NUMBER 13.

AND FRIDAY THE 13th

WELL, WHY THAT'S THE MOST UNLUCKY DAY OF ALL!

██

THAT'S THE DAY I PAID

THE SO-CALLED MEDICAL STUDENT 50 BUCKS

TO REMOVE MY SPLEEN.

NO, ARNOLD

YOU GO PLAYING FAST AND LOOSE WITH ANY SUPERSTITIONS TODAY

AND YOU'LL END UP WITH A CURSE ON YOUR HEAD!

I DON'T BELIEVE IN THAT STUFF, GRANDPA.

FRIDAY THE 13th IS JUST LIKE ANY OTHER DAY.

OH, NO! NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE.

TOSS THAT SALT OVER YOUR SHOULDER

OR BAD LUCK WILL BE YOUR MIDDLE NAME.

GRANDPA, IT'S ONLY SALT.

ONLY SALT! GIVE ME THAT.

SALT, SALT, AS YOU FLY

HIT THE DEVIL IN THE EYE.

WHOO! THAT WAS CLOSE.

( mews )

YES, MY PRETTY.

SALT CAN'T SAVE YOU FROM THE LIKES OF THAT.

( hisses )

( snarls )

Gerald: I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE YOUR GRANDPA'S GOT THE RIGHT IDEA.

MY MOM WOULDN'T LET ME TAKE THE BUS

'CAUSE IT WAS LINE 13.

SHE WOULDN'T LET ME OUT WITHOUT THIS RABBIT'S FOOT.

BUT YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN BAD LUCK.

I'M ONLY SAYING

MAYBE IT'S NOT AN EVERYDAY KIND OF DAY.

Boy: WATCH OUT! ANOTHER CRACK.

DON'T STEP ON IT, BEANPOLE.

OR YOU'LL BREAK YOUR MOTHER'S BACK.

( quavers, then groans )

OH, NOW I DONE BROKE MY MOMMA'S BACK.

( laughs )

( guffaws )

( laughs )

( guffaws )

DON'T LISTEN TO THEM, STINKY.

IT'S JUST A SUPERSTITION.

YEAH, DON'T WORRY.

IT WON'T COME TRUE.

WILL, TOO. ASK ANYBODY ABOUT FRIDAY THE 13th.

YEAH, WELL, I DON'T BELIEVE IN THAT STUFF.

YOU TALK REAL BIG, FOOTBALL HEAD

BUT I DON'T SEE YOU STEPPING ON ANY CRACKS.

GO AHEAD, I DARE YOU.

FORGET IT.

IT'S A DUMB GAME.

OH, WHAT'S THE MATTER, YOU TOO CHICKEN?

HE'S TOO CHICKEN, WOLFGANG.

LOOK, I'M NOT AFRAID OF STEPPING ON THE CRACKS.

ME NEITHER.

WATCH ME NOW.

MMM, MMM.

( kids cheering )

SO YOU BROKE ONE CRUMMY SUPERSTITION, BIG DEAL!

IF YOU REALLY DON'T BELIEVE IN SUPERSTITIONS

THEN WHY DON'T YOU BREAK A WHOLE BUNCH OF THEM RIGHT NOW

ON FRIDAY THE 13th?

( all gasp )

WHAT ABOUT IT, YOU WUSSY?

PUT UP OR SHUT UP.

OKAY, I'LL DO IT.

YOU WITH ME, GERALD?

GERALD?

I'M THINKING.

GERALD.

I'M WITH YOU

ALL THE WAY.

COME ON, LUCKY RABBIT'S FOOT.

COME ON.

( crowd gasps and murmurs )

Girl: OH, THEY'RE DOOMED.

( kids gasp and murmur )

Girl: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT.

NOW YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO BREAK IT.

YOU CAN EITHER STEP ON IT

OR LOOK INTO IT WITH YOUR UGLY FACES.

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LAUGH WHEN I SAY SMART STUFF.

SORRY, WOLFGANG.

( glass clinks )

( crowd murmuring )

( mirror shatters )

( kids gasp )

( mirror shatters )

GUESS WHAT THIS IS, LOSERS.

SEVEN YEARS OF BAD LUCK.

EXCEPT ON FRIDAY THE 13th.

AND THEN IT'S TRIPLE BAD LUCK!

YOU GUYS ARE CURSED.

( boy guffaws )

THAT'S REAL FUNNY... OW!

NOT NOW! THIS IS SERIOUS.

( kisses )

FRIDAY THE 13th IS JUST LIKE A REGULAR DAY.

THERE'S NO CURSE.

RIGHT, EVERYBODY?

WELL, YOU SURE CONVINCED THEM.

LOOK, IT'S GOING TO BE OKAY.

YEP, THINGS ARE LOOKING UP ALREADY.

I JUST STEPPED IN GUM.

( kids chatter )

HEY, STINKY.

SORRY, ARNOLD, I CAN'T STOP TO JAW WITH YOU.

I GOT TO KEEP AWAY FROM YOU AND GERALD

ON ACCOUNT OF YOU'RE BOTH CURSED

CONDEMNED, AND BLIGHTED.

STINKY, WE ARE NOT CURSED

WE ARE NOT CONDEMNED

AND WE ARE NOT BLIGHTED.

WHAT IS "BLIGHTED"?

WE'LL LOOK IT UP LATER.

( both grunt )

I TOLD YOU.

YOU'RE A COUPLE OF ALL-FIRED ACCURSED SOULS.

SOMEBODY MESSED WITH OUR LOCKERS, GERALD.

THEY WERE BOOBY-TRAPPED.

WHATEVER YOU SAY.

WE'RE NOT CURSED.

IT'S ALL IN YOUR MIND.

( kids laughing )

IT'S ALL IN MY MIND, HUH?

Arnold: SOMEBODY LEFT A CAN OF PAINT ON THE STEPLADDER

AND IT TIPPED OVER.

IT COULD HAPPEN TO ANYONE.

BUT IT DIDN'T.

IT HAPPENED TO US

WHICH JUST GOES TO SHOW YOU, MY FRIEND

WE ARE DEFINITELY CURSED.

NO, WE'RE NOT, GERALD.

IT'S A COINCIDENCE.

OH, NO.

ANOTHER COINCIDENCE, ARNOLD?

LET'S JUST WALK OUR BIKES HOME AND CHANGE THE TIRES.

IT'S NO BIG DEAL.

YOU'RE A GENIUS, WOLFGANG.

YEAH, YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET.

HEY, MISTER, I'LL GIVE YOU FIVE DOLLARS

FOR THAT BUCKET OF FISH HEADS.

IS THIS SOME KIND OF TRICK?

NO, I REALLY NEED THEM.

I DON'T THINK SO.

THESE ARE GRADE-A FISH HEADS.

OKAY, THEN, $5.50.

DEAL!

( cats mew )

( boys groan )

FISH HEADS!

MAN! ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE

NOW WE SMELL LIKE FISH.

PLEASE, PLEASE, JUST GIVE ME A SIGN.

ONE MEASLY LITTLE SIGN

SO I KNOW OUR LUCK IS GOING TO CHANGE

AND THINGS WILL GET BETTER.

THAT'S NOT EXACTLY THE SIGN

I WAS LOOKING FOR.

THEY'RE PROBABLY GRANDMA'S CATS.

SHE'S, UH, COLLECTING THEM.

COLLECTING THEM?

DON'T ASK.

LOOK, GERALD

I KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE

BUT THERE'S NO PROOF

THAT BAD LUCK FOLLOWS PEOPLE AROUND.

WHOOPS!

( Eugene screams )

I'M OKAY.

IS THAT ENOUGH PROOF?

THAT'S GOING TO BE US FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES!

WE WERE CRAZY TO DO ALL THAT STUFF ON FRIDAY THE 13th.

IT'S THE BADDEST BAD-LUCK DAY OF ALL!

Eugene: DON'T WORRY, GUYS.

FRIDAY THE 13th IS NOT UNLUCKY.

I WAS BORN ON FRIDAY THE 13th, AND LOOK AT ME.

I TURNED OUT JUST FINE.

( chuckles )

WHOA!

I'M TELLING YOU, ARNOLD

WE NEED TO GET PROFESSIONAL HELP.

( sighs ): ALL RIGHT.

I GUESS IT COULDN'T HURT.

Woman: THIS IS YOUR BASIC ANTI BAD LUCK KIT--

YOU GOT YOUR CURSE- IN-REVERSE CREAM

YOUR GOOD-LUCK POWDER, CHAINS OF GARLIC--

EVERYTHING YOU NEED PLUS MUCH MORE.

THANK YOU, MADAME BLANCHE.

I'M FEELING LUCKY ALREADY.

YEAH, RIGHT.

OH, DON'T FORGET--

READ THE INSTRUCTIONS BEFORE YOU OPEN THE KITS.

THAT'S ALL WE HAVE TO DO?

YEP, THAT'S IT.

OH, AND, OF COURSE, PAY ME TEN BUCKS.

( imitating cash register ): KA-CHING.

I LOVE FRIDAY THE 13th.

( Grandma and cats mewing )

STEP ONE: PLACE THE CHAIN OF GARLIC AROUND YOUR NECK.

STEP TWO: OPEN THE JAR OF CURSE-IN-REVERSE CREAM.

YOU'RE NOW READY TO USE YOUR ANTI BAD LUCK KIT.

OKAY, WE HAVE TO PUT ON OUR GARLIC CHAINS.

AND THEN WE SAY THE CHANT, RIGHT?

RIGHT.

GARLIC CHAINS AROUND OUR NECKS

SAVE US FROM THIS EVIL HEX!

WE REALLY GOT THEM GOING, WOLFGANG.

THEY ACTUALLY BELIEVE IN THIS STUPID FRIDAY THE 13th JOKE.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

FRIDAY THE 13th IS REAL.

YOU DON'T SEE ME WALKING UNDER LADDERS, DO YOU?

UH, YEAH, RIGHT, WOLFGANG.

SHUT UP, EDMUND.

I'M SERIOUS.

CURSE-IN-REVERSE CREAM.

SMELLS LIKE BARBECUE SAUCE.

SMELLS MORE LIKE HONEY TO ME.

WHATEVER. WE HAVE TO SMEAR IT ON.

THIS STUFF IS OUR LAST HOPE.

Arnold: NOW EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE FINE.

WE'RE CURSE FREE.

COME ON.

( buzzing )

I DON'T THINK THIS CREAM

IS WORKING TOO GOOD.

GIVE IT TIME, ARNOLD.

IS IT MY IMAGINATION, OR IS THE BUZZING GETTING LOUDER?

( screams )

BEES!

( screaming )

( roaring )

NO, NOT THAT WAY!

IT'S 13th STREET!

NO!

( croaks )

( laughing )

AH, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.

IT WORKED OUT EVEN BETTER

THAN WE THOUGHT.

WELL, AT LEAST THE BEES ARE GONE.

YEP, THINGS ARE REALLY LOOKING UP, ARNOLD.

IT'S NOT THAT BAD.

IT'S JUST...

TERRIBLE.

IT'S REALLY TERRIBLE.

IT'S THE WORST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE.

WE WENT TOO FAR, MAN.

WE SHOULD HAVE NEVER BROKEN THAT MIRROR!

NOW NOTHING'S GOING TO HELP US.

NOT EVEN THESE GARLIC CHAINS.

HEY, WHAT'S THAT ON YOUR CHAIN?

GUM?

HOW'D PURPLE GUM GET ON MY CHAIN?

PURPLE GUM?

ARNOLD, ARE YOU THINKING

WHAT I'M THINKING?

EDMUND!

EDMUND!

EDMUND!

HIT ME.

OH, LOOK, IT'S MR. BAD LUCK.

OH, HOW COME YOU'RE WET?

HAVE A LITTLE ACCIDENT?

Edmund: YEAH, MAYBE HE WET HIMSELF.

WOLFGANG, I KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS ARE UP TO.

YOU'VE BEEN BEHIND EVERY BAD THING

THAT HAPPENED TO US TODAY.

YOU RIGGED OUR LOCKERS AND OUR DESKS.

YOU POURED PAINT ON US, YOU FLATTENED OUR TIRES.

AND WE SWITCHED YOUR CURSE-IN-REVERSE CREAM.

SHUT UP!

SO WHAT IF WE DID?

BIG WHOOP.

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?

YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T TREAT PEOPLE LIKE THAT.

SOMEDAY IT JUST MIGHT CATCH UP TO YOU.

YEAH, LIKE THAT'LL HAPPEN.

I WOULDN'T BE SO SURE ABOUT THAT.

( mewing and hissing )

( snarling and hissing )

Edmund: 11... 12...

13.

13 BLACK CATS ON FRIDAY THE 13th, WOLFGANG.

13 BLACK CATS ON FRIDAY THE 13th?

THAT'S, LIKE, THE WORST BAD LUCK YOU COULD HAVE.

THAT'S, LIKE, A GAZILLION YEARS' BAD LUCK.

GERALD?

Wolfgang: GET AWAY!

NO, NO! GET BACK!

EDMUND, HELP ME.

WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?

YES, MY PRETTIES.

( laughs )

( snarling )

( screams ): MOMMY!

MOMMY!

LOCK IT, MA, HURRY.

HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th, ARNOLD.

HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th, GERALD.

COME ON.

LET'S GO LOOK UP THE WORD "BLIGHTED."

HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th!

( laughs )

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

and NICKELODEON

Captioned by The Caption Center WGBH Educational Foundation]

Grandpa ( rapping ): ♪ ...SAVE US FROM THE MAN DOWN UNDER. ♪

( record scratches )

PHEW, THAT WAS CLOSE.

THAT WAS CLOSE!

♪ SALT, SALT, WE ARE FEEBLE ♪

♪ SAVE US FROM THE DEVIL'S EVIL. ♪

PHEW, THAT WAS CLOSE.

( discordant notes )

♪ SALT, SALT, FROM THE OCEAN ♪

♪ SAVE US FROM THE DEVIL'S POTION. ♪

PHEW!

♪ DEVIL'S POTION ♪

♪ SALT, SALT, QUEEN OF SPICES ♪

♪ SAVE US FROM THE DEVIL'S VICES ♪

( discordant notes play )

PHEW, THAT WAS CLOSE.

♪ SALT, SALT, CHILLING STARKNESS ♪

♪ SAVE US FROM THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS. ♪