Original subtitles

Helga: ARNOLD!

( barking )

HEY, ARNOLD!

( glass shatters )

( girl shrieks )

Helga: HEY, ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

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and NICKELODEON]

AR-NOLD!

MOVE IT, FOOTBALL HEAD!

Kids: HEY, ARNOLD!

( girl giggling )

LILA.

OH, ARNOLD, I'M LOOKING SO FORWARD

TO WORKING WITH YOU ON OUR PROJECT.

ARNOLD AND LILA TOGETHER.

OH, PERFECT!

WHAT CAN POSSIBLY GO WRONG NEXT?

COME ON, ALL HAIL THE BEEPER KING.

( squawks ) ALL HAIL THE BEEPER KING.

( squawks ) BEEPER KING.

JUST WHAT I NEED.

BOB IN STEREO.

HEY, HELGA, GET A LOAD OF MY NEW PARROT.

HE'S SHARP AS A TACK.

DAD, PARROTS CAN'T THINK FOR THEMSELVES.

THEY JUST REPEAT WHAT THEY HEAR OTHER PEOPLE SAY.

( squawk ) REPEAT WHAT PEOPLE SAY.

( squawk ) PEOPLE SAY.

( parrot clucking )

( whistling )

MOTHER HUBBARD, THAT STUPID BIRD IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!

PIPE DOWN!

PIPE DOWN!

STOP REPEATING ME!

( squawk ) STOP REPEATING ME!

ONE MORE WORD AND YOU ARE OUT OF HERE, BUDDY.

ALL HAIL THE BEEPER KING.

I'LL STICK IT IN THE GIRLS' ROOM.

NOW SHUT YOUR TRAP AND GO TO SLEEP

BEFORE I MAKE YOU INTO A PINATA.

( dreamily ): OOH, ARNOLD, MY LOVE.

AT LAST, YOU'RE MINE... OOH!

OH, ARNOLD, WHY MUST I HOLD YOU ONLY WHILST I DREAM?

WOW, THAT'S GOOD.

I GOT TO WRITE THAT DOWN.

ARNOLD, MY LOVE, MY SULTRY PRE-TEEN

WHY MUST I HOLD YOU ONLY WHILST I DREAM?

WILL I BE FOREVER ENSLAVED BY YOUR SPELL?

WHY MUST I WORSHIP YOU AND NEVER EVER TELL?

( swoons )

ARNOLD, YOU MAKE MY GIRLHOOD TREMBLE, MY SENSES ALL GO WACKY.

SOMEDAY, I'LL TELL THE WORLD MY LOVE

OR MY NAME'S NOT HELGA G. PATAKI.

( whimpers )

Parrot ( whistles ): ARNOLD, MY LOVE.

MY SULTRY PRE-TEEN.

( squawk ) WHY MUST I HOLD YOU

ONLY WHILST I DREAM?

WILL I FOREVER BE ENSLAVED BY YOUR SPELL?

WHY MUST I WORSHIP YOU

AND NEVER EVER TELL?

( screams )

ARNOLD, YOU MAKE MY GIRLHOOD TREMBLE, MY SENSES ALL GO WACKY.

SHUT UP!

I'LL TELL THE WORLD MY LOVE

OR MY NAME'S NOT

( squawks ) HELGA G. PATAKI.

SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

Miriam: HELGA, WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO, HONEY?

NO ONE-- JUST MY, UH... IMAGINARY FRIEND.

OKAY, I'LL SET ANOTHER PLACE AT BREAKFAST.

GREAT, MOM, GREAT.

GREAT, MOM, GREAT.

ARE YOU MOCKING ME?

WHY MUST I WORSHIP YOU

( squawks ) AND NEVER EVER TELL?

TRUST ME, YOU WON'T LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO TELL.

( feet running down stairs )

Helga: NOT HEAVY ENOUGH.

NOT WIDE ENOUGH.

NOT FAST ENOUGH.

YES.

( cackles evilly )

MIRIAM, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO TO WORK

WITHOUT MY WHITE BELT?

( squawks ) BEEPER KING, BEEPER KING.

PIPE DOWN ( squawks ).

( squawking and yelling )

OH, YEAH?

GOOD RIDDANCE!

( grumbling )

( chain saw purring )

( revs engine )

( parrot squawks )

Parrot: ARNOLD, MY LOVE.

ARNOLD...

CRIMINY!

THAT STUPID BIRD IS GOING TO BLAB

WHAT I SAID TO THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD.

( nicely ): WHY, THERE'S MY DEAR BIRDIE.

( laughs )

WHY DON'T YOU COME BACK INSIDE?

WE CAN TALK THIS OVER.

WHAT DO YOU SAY?

( screams ): YUCK!

YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!

I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN, I SWEAR!

( squawks ) ARNOLD, MY LOVE.

( gasps )

MY SENSES ALL GO WACKY.

AHA!

( parrot squawks )

SOMEDAY, I'LL TELL THE WORLD.

TELL THE WORLD.

( squawks )

TELL THE WORLD.

OH...

MY...

( shrieks )

( sirens wail, dogs bark )

IF THAT BIRD TALKS, ARNOLD WILL KNOW MY SECRET.

I'VE GOT TO GET HIM BACK, BUT HOW?

HI, ARNOLD.

DON'T GET ANY IDEAS

THAT I CAME TO SEE YOU.

I'M JUST GOING DOOR TO DOOR

LOOKING FOR MY PAR...

Parrot: ARNOLD, MY LOVE.

WHAT DID YOU WANT?

MY... PAIR OF... PAIR OF ROLLER SKATES.

YOU SEEN THEM?

NO, SORRY.

DO YOU KNOW ANYBODY

WHO LOST A POETIC PARROT?

NO, OF COURSE NOT.

WHAT A DUMB QUESTION.

Arnold: HE KNOWS MY NAME

AND HE KEEPS RECITING THIS BIZARRE POETRY.

WHY MUST I HOLD YOU ONLY WHILST I DREAM?

Grandpa: WELL, HE MUST BELONG TO SOMEBODY, ARNOLD.

THEY DON'T GROW WILD HERE.

IT LOOKED KIND OF SCARED WHEN I FOUND IT

LIKE MAYBE IT RAN AWAY.

CAN I KEEP IT?

SURE, WHY NOT.

BUT IF THE REAL OWNER COMES

ASKING FOR HIS PET BACK

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO.

GIVE THE BIRD BACK TO ITS OWNER.

WHAT, ARE YOU CRAZY?

LIE AND SAY YOU DON'T KNOW

WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT.

COME ON, LET'S GET IN THE PACKARD.

WE'LL GET BIRD SEED

AND SOME OF THOSE BAD-TASTING BISCUITS.

( squawks loudly )

HEY, HELGA.

ARE YOU BUYING A PET?

BUYING A PET?

UH, YES... I AM BUYING A PET.

THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING HERE.

I'M BASICALLY BUYING... ONE OF THESE.

YEP, MONITOR LIZARD, THAT'S THE PET FOR ME.

HE LOOKS KIND OF MEAN.

DON'T GO TALKING HER OUT OF IT, KID.

THAT LIZARD'S BEEN HERE FOREVER.

FINALLY, MY VERY OWN GIANT REPTILE.

JUST DO THIS FOR ME, PHOEBES.

THERE'S SOMETHING I HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF

OR ELSE MY LIFE WILL BE FINISHED!

BUT HELGA...

( squawks )

WHAT'S WRONG?

ARE YOU OKAY?

( groans )

Arnold: IT'S OKAY.

I BET YOU JUST GOT LONELY.

WHY MUST I WORSHIP YOU...

( doorbell chimes )

OH, I'LL BET THAT'S LILA.

LILA! WHAT'S SHE DOING HERE?

AND I BROUGHT OVER SOME MAGAZINES

FOR OUR PROJECT.

( gasps )

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KIDNAP THAT IDIOTIC BIRD

WITH LITTLE MISS PERFECT HERE?

SO WE JUST HAVE TO FIND

SOME PICTURES OF BEARS.

AND A MAP OF YELLOWSTONE.

( chirps )

YOUR BIRD IS

JUST EVER SO SWEET, ARNOLD.

DO YOU KNOW HOW TO TALK?

CAN YOU SAY "HELLO?"

WILL I BE FOREVER ENSLAVED BY YOUR SPELL?

MY, WHAT A CLEVER BIRD YOU ARE.

IT'S LIKE HE'S SAYING A POEM.

ARNOLD, PERHAPS YOU SHOULD BRING YOUR PARROT

TO SCHOOL TOMORROW.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO RECITE YOUR LITTLE POEM?

( squawks ) ENSLAVED BY YOUR SPELL...

YOU'RE JUST EVER SO DEAR.

DO TELL US MORE.

( squawks ) MY SULTRY PRE-TEEN.

Lila: OW!

PLEASE DON'T PULL MY HAIR, ARNOLD.

HUH? I DIDN'T PULL YOUR HAIR.

ARNOLD, I KNOW THAT YOU LIKE ME LIKE ME

BUT PLEASE, DON'T DO IT AGAIN.

BUT I DIDN'T.

Parrot: ...GIRLHOOD TREMBLE...

OW! CUT IT OUT, LILA.

I BEG YOUR PARDON.

YOU FLICKED MY EAR.

I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING OF THE SORT, ARNOLD.

WELL, SOMEBODY FLICKED IT.

Parrot: SOMEDAY I'LL TELL THE WORLD MY LOVE

OR MY NAME'S NOT...

( screams )

ARNOLD, THERE'S

SOMETHING STRANGE GOING ON HERE.

IF YOU DON'T MIND

I'D RATHER FINISH THE REPORT TOMORROW AT MY HOUSE.

OKAY, IT'S DINNERTIME ANYWAY.

( Helga straining )

SORRY, I FORGOT-- YOU DON'T LIKE

TO BE LEFT ALONE.

( growls )

( sirens wailing )

GIVE ME A BREAK, PHOEBE.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT MONITOR LIZARDS EAT?

JUST CALL MY MOM AND TELL HER I'M SLEEPING OVER.

NOBODY GOES TO BED AROUND HERE.

SOON AS ARNOLD FALLS ASLEEP

I'LL GRAB THE BIRD AND COME OVER.

Arnold: GOOD NIGHT, GRANDMA, GOOD NIGHT, GRANDPA.

FORGET ALL THAT STUFF MY GRANDPA WAS SAYING

ABOUT MAKING PARROT PIE.

ARNOLD, MY LOVE, SULTRY PRE-TEEN.

MAN, WHERE DO YOU GET ALL THAT STUFF?

NO! HE'S GETTING UNDRESSED.

I CAN'T LOOK.

Helga ( sighing ): BE STILL

MY BRUISED AND ACHING HEART.

( clothes hit floor )

( swoons )

Arnold: GOOD NIGHT, LITTLE PARROT.

( thunder rumbles )

AHA! NOW'S MY CHANCE.

( groans )

OH...

HEY, ARNOLD, HEY, ARNOLD.

Clock: HEY, ARNOLD, HEY, ARNOLD.

( yawns )

WANT TO STRETCH YOUR WINGS?

SOMEDAY...

SOMETIMES YOU SOUND ALMOST HUMAN.

TELL THE WORLD ( squawks ).

YOU MUST BE THE SMARTEST BIRD IN THE WHOLE WORLD.

YOU'RE DEFINITELY COMING TO SCHOOL.

THEN THE WHOLE CLASS CAN HEAR YOU.

( plaster cracking )

MY PARROT CAN SAY A LOT.

IT KNOWS MY NAME.

SAY "ARNOLD."

ARNOLD ( squawks ).

ARNOLD, MY LOVE.

( class exclaims )

( door opens )

( thunder crashes )

HELGA, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

I'VE BEEN ATTEMPTING TO CONTACT YOU.

NOT NOW!

HE EVEN KNOWS A POEM BY HEART-- LISTEN.

( squawks ) ARNOLD, MY LOVE.

MY SULTRY PRE-TEEN.

WHY MUST I HOLD YOU

ONLY WHILST I DREAM?

( squawks ): WILL I BE FOREVER ENSLAVED BY YOUR SPELL?

WHY MUST I WORSHIP YOU

AND NEVER EVER TELL?

( swoons )

ARNOLD, YOU MAKE MY GIRLHOOD TREMBLE.

MY SENSES ALL GO WACKY.

SOMEDAY I'LL TELL

THE WORLD MY LOVE

OR MY NAME'S NOT HEL...

( class gasps )

( all exclaim in disgust )

BOYS AND GIRLS, REMEMBER, WHAT WE JUST SAW WAS

THE CYCLE OF LIFE IN ACTION.

NATURE CAN SEEM VERY CRUEL AT TIMES, I KNOW

BUT LET'S KEEP IN MIND

THAT IT'S PART OF THE EVOLUTION OF OUR PLANET

IN WHICH WE ALL PLAY A SPECIAL PART...

MR. SIMMONS!

YOU AND ME ARE GOING TO GET ALONG JUST FINE.

( cash register rings )

Arnold: THANKS A LOT, MR. GREEN.

Gerald: THAT'S TWO BOXES, RIGHT?

WHEN DO I GET THEM?

LATER ON TONIGHT.

WE'LL BRING THEM BY.

THREE BOXES, RIGHT?

THOSE CHOCOLATE TURTLES?

HEY, I LOVE THEM.

PUT ME DOWN FOR FIVE.

YES!

FIVE BOXES OF CAMPFIRE LASS TURTLES.

TOLD YOU, ARNOLD, THIS IDEA'S A GOLD MINE.

EVERYBODY LOVES CHOCOLATE TURTLES.

Gerald: NOT JUST CHOCOLATE TURTLES--

OFFICIAL CAMPFIRE LASS CHOCOLATE TURTLES.

HOW DID YOU GET THEM

TO LET US SELL THEIR STUFF?

EASY, WE GET THE TURTLES FOR WHOLESALE--

THAT'S HALF PRICE.

THEN WE MARK THEM UP FOR RESALE.

WE MAKE A PROFIT OF 50% ON EVERY BOX.

THE REST GOES TO CAMPFIRE LASSES.

IT'S JUST GOOD BUSINESS.

EVERYBODY WINS.

WE GET THEM FOR HALF PRICE?

HOW DID YOU SWING THAT?

WELL, I GOT THE MEMBER PRICE.

THE MEMBER PRICE?

I SAID WE'D JOIN THE CAMPFIRE LADS.

JOIN THE CAMPFIRE LADS?

( Scottish dance music playing )

ARE YOU CRAZY?!

CALM DOWN, ARNOLD.

WE'LL SAY WE CHANGED OUR MINDS.

WE WON'T HAVE TO GO TO A SINGLE MEETING.

MAYBE WE SHOULDN'T

GO THROUGH WITH THIS.

HEY, LOOK, WE'VE ALREADY SOLD 40 BOXES

TO ALL YOUR NEIGHBORS.

( groans )

GERALD...

COME ON, ARNOLD.

HEY, THE MONEY WILL GO A LONG WAY

TOWARDS BUYING THAT NEW GO-CART.

OH, MAN!

HERE SHE COMES.

LET ME HANDLE THIS.

HEY, CAMPFIRE LASS! HOW'S IT GOING?

( with Scottish accent ): GOOD MORROW, LADS--

OR SHOULD I SAY "CAMPFIRE LADS"?

HOW ABOUT THOSE CHOCOLATE TURTLES?

AYE, HOW MANY BOXES?

PUT US DOWN FOR 40 TO START.

ACH, THAT'S A GOOD START.

WON'T BE LONG TILL YOU EARN

YOUR FIRST CAMPFIRE LAD MERIT BADGES.

RIGHT, WELL, UH...

WE'LL DISCUSS THE JOINING-UP PART LATER.

I'LL NOT LET YOU DOWN.

WE'LL MEET YOU IN FRONT OF GREEN MEATS

AFTER WE COLLECT THE MONEY.

HOW ABOUT 7:00?

ACH! THAT'S GOOD!

THERE'S A TROOP MEETING AT 7:30.

YOU CAN JOIN UP AFTER.

RIGHT... I-I THINK THERE'S SOMETHING BURNING.

WE'LL MEET YOU AT 7:00 WITH THE MONEY, OKAY?

WHOA! THAT WAS CLOSE.

MAN, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, GERALD.

WHY'D WE HAVE TO GET MIXED UP

WITH A WEIRD KID LIKE THAT?

THAT ACCENT'S TOTALLY FAKE.

( music playing on TV )

HEY, POP DADDY'S ON!

WE'LL DEAL WITH THIS LATER.

GERALD...

LISTEN, ARNOLD, THERE'S NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.

WE'VE ALREADY GOT THE TURTLES.

WE DELIVER AND COLLECT THE MONEY.

AND THEN WE'LL GET OUT OF JOINING

THE CAMPFIRE LADS.

BEFORE YOU KNOW IT

WE'LL BE BUYING THAT BRAND-NEW GO-CART.

NOTHING CAN POSSIBLY GO WRONG.

OOH, CHOCOLATE TURTLES!

♪ POP... POP... POP DADDY... ♪

Timberly: HEY, GERALD!

♪ POP DADDY... ♪

HEY, GERALD!

WHAT?!

CAN I HAVE SOME TURTLES?

OH, YEAH, SURE, TIMBERLY.

JUST KEEP IT DOWN.

WE'RE TRYING TO WATCH OUR FAVORITE TV SHOW.

GOODIE!

HEY, WHATEVER YOU DO

DON'T TOUCH THOSE CHOCOLATE TURTLES!

( sirens wailing on TV )

( gunshots on TV )

Pop Daddy: Pop Daddy's taking you downtown today.

SHAME ON YOU.

THAT'S LIKE TAKING CANDY FROM A BABY.

SOMEDAY YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN CRIME DON'T PAY.

( gate crashes shut )

ANOTHER RIGHTEOUS EPISODE

OF POP DADDY-- A DUDE WITH ATTITUDE.

THAT SHOW HAS EVERYTHING!

WELL, THOSE CHOCOLATE TURTLES

AREN'T GOING TO DELIVER THEMSELVES.

( belches loudly, groans )

Both: TIMBERLY!

I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD.

WHAT HAPPENED?

I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!

DID YOU EAT THEM ALL?

WELL, YOU SAID I COULD.

WHEN?

WHILE YOU WERE WATCHING TV

YOU SAID, "SURE, SURE.

"JUST KEEP IT DOWN.

WE'RE WATCHING OUR FAVORITE TV SHOW."

RIGHT, ARNOLD?

UH... UH...

BUT ALL 40 BOXES?

I WAS HUNGRY.

( crying )

THE CAMPFIRE LASS IS COMING FOR THE MONEY IN THREE HOURS.

IT'S NOT MY FAULT.

YOU SAID I COULD.

WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?

I GOT AN IDEA.

OH, NO-- PLEASE DON'T SAY IT.

WE CAN MAKE CHOCOLATE TURTLES.

I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO SAY THAT!

YOU'RE SUGGESTING

WE SOMEHOW MAKE HUNDREDS OF CHOCOLATE TURTLES

PUT THEM IN THOSE BOXES AND PASS THEM OFF AS THE REAL THING?

EXACTLY-- WE COULD GET THE RECIPE FROM A COOKBOOK.

I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SAYING THIS, BUT... LET'S GET TO WORK.

WHAT CAN I DO?

WHAT CAN I DO?

I DON'T KNOW-- STIR SOMETHING.

( timer dings )

( timer dings )

AH, WE DID IT!

HAND-CRAFTED CHOCOLATE TURTLES.

READY TO DELIVER.

WE DESERVE A REWARD, ARNOLD.

LET'S TRY ONE.

MMM, MMM, MMM!

WHAT? WHAT'S WRONG?

IT'S... IT'S AWFUL.

WHAT?

BUT WE FOLLOWED THE RECIPE.

SOMETHING HAS GONE TERRIBLY, TERRIBLY WRONG, ARNOLD.

I DON'T GET IT.

WE PUT IN THE CHOCOLATE, THE CARAMEL

THE NUTS, THE SUGAR, THE BUTTER...

THE SECRET INGREDIENT...

Both: THE SECRET INGREDIENT?

SALT!

TIMBERLY! I'M GOING TO...

I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP.

( crying )

( both sigh )

WE'RE DEAD, MAN.

WE OWE THE CAMPFIRE LASS FOR 40 BOXES.

AND ALL THE NEIGHBORS ARE WAITING FOR THEM.

WELL, WE CAN'T SELL THEM THOSE.

I GUESS WE HAVE TO GO BACK

TO THE CAMPFIRE LASS AND CONFESS

AND FIGURE OUT A WAY TO PAY HER BACK.

MAYBE SHE'LL UNDERSTAND.

THE CAMPFIRE LASS, YEAH.

NOW SHE'LL BREAK OUR THUMBS.

WELL, GOOD LUCK, YOU GUYS.

YOU'RE COMING WITH US, TIMBERLY.

YOU'LL TELL HER.

HUH?

AND YOU CAN TELL OUR CUSTOMERS

WHY THEY WON'T GET ANY TURTLES.

OH, NO, I CAN'T...

AND THEN I PUT A SECRET INGREDIENT IN-- SALT--

AND THEY CAME OUT AWFUL

AND THAT'S WHY WE DON'T HAVE THEM, MR. GREEN.

AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT, AND I'M SO SORRY.

( crying )

WELL, THAT WAS THE NICEST STORY I EVER HEARD

AND IT WAS WELL WORTH THE PRICE OF TWO BOXES.

YOU'RE NOT MAD?

MAD?

LISTEN, I DIDN'T NEED CHOCOLATE TURTLES.

BAD FOR YOUR TEETH.

HERE'S THE MONEY FOR THE TWO BOXES.

GIVE IT TO YOUR FUND-RAISER.

IN FACT, I'LL ADD TEN BUCKS

FOR THE CAUSE.

THAT WASN'T SO BAD.

CONFERENCE.

FIVE, TEN, 20...

THIS IS GOING GREAT!

WE GO DOOR TO DOOR

TIMBERLY TELLS HER STORY

AND WE HAVE ENOUGH TO PAY BACK THE CAMPFIRE LASS.

ARE YOU SURE?

IT SEEMS A LITTLE... MANIPULATIVE.

DID I ASK MR. GREEN TO DONATE THE TEN DOLLARS?

NO, IT JUST HAPPENED.

BESIDES, YOU DON'T WANT TO JOIN THE CAMPFIRE LADS, DO YOU?

( laughs )

SO, YOU PUT SALT IN IT?

THAT'S JUST ADORABLE.

I THINK ANYBODY WHO TELLS THE TRUTH

OUGHT TO BE REWARDED.

HERE'S AN EXTRA TEN.

AND THAT'S WHY WE DON'T HAVE THEM, MRS. VITELLO.

( humming happily )

TWENTY BUCKS! WOW!

I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THIS SOONER.

THOUGHT OF WHAT?

A WAY TO CASH IN ON MY LITTLE SISTER'S CUTENESS.

( sighs )

WHAT?

NEVER MIND.

WHY FIGHT IT?

IT'S WORKING.

( doorbell rings )

( bell dings )

( ding )

( rim shot )

( cowbell clanging )

MMM, MMM, MMM!

WE GOT ENOUGH MONEY

TO PAY OFF THE CAMPFIRE LASSES

AND COULD BE ON OUR WAY TO A NEW GO-CART, ARNOLD.

GOOD MORROW, LADS.

OH, UM, HI, CAMPFIRE LASS.

GOT YOUR MONEY RIGHT HERE.

ACH! WELL DONE.

AND I'VE SOMETHING FOR YOU-- NEW UNIFORMS.

MMM, WHAT DO YOU KNOW?

( sighs )

LOOK, WE CAN'T KEEP UP WITH THIS CHARADE.

WE GOT TO COME CLEAN.

COME CLEAN?

WE ACTUALLY DON'T PLAN TO JOIN THE CAMPFIRE LADS.

YOU DON'T?

NO, WE WERE JUST TRYING TO RAISE MONEY

BY SELLING CHOCOLATE TURTLES.

WE'RE SORRY.

HMM.

NOT JOINING, ARE YE?

WELL, YOU'LL GET NO MEMBER DISCOUNT.

YE PAY FULL...

RRR... ETAIL.

I NEVER WANT TO HEAR THE WORDS "CHOCOLATE TURTLES" EVER AGAIN.

OR "CAMPFIRE LASS."

THEIR UNIFORMS ARE COOL!

I WANT TO JOIN.

TIMBERLY, YOU ARE NOT JOINING

THE CAMPFIRE LASSES.

BIG BROTHERS ARE A REAL PAIN.

I CAN'T STAND A LITTLE SISTER.

YOU'RE THE MEAN ONE.

I KNOW YOU'RE NOT TALKING TO ME.

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Captioned by The Caption Center WGBH Educational Foundation]

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♪ YOUR POP DADDY'S INTO SUGAR, BABY ♪

♪ POP... ♪

♪ POP DADDY ♪

♪ DADDY... ♪

♪ HEY, SOMEDAY YOU GONNA LEARN ♪

♪ CRIME DON'T PAY ♪

♪ POP... ♪

♪ POP DADDY ♪

♪ POP DADDY ♪

♪ POP, POP, POP DADDY ♪

♪ POP DADDY'S TAKING YOU DOWNTOWN TODAY. ♪

♪ THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENIN' ♪

♪ LIKE TAKIN' CANDY ♪

♪ FROM A LITTLE, LITTLE, LITTLE, LITTLE OLD LADY. ♪

♪ ARE YOU THINKIN' WHAT I'M THINKIN'? ♪