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[sweeping orchestral music]

- Grandma! Grandpa!

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You have to see this!

I found a map.

A map...

the key to finally finding my missing parents.

♪ ♪

[tropical birds singing]

[dramatic musical tone]

This has got to be them.

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

Mom?

Dad?

Where are you?

♪ ♪

both: Arnold!

- Mom! Dad!

- I can't believe how much you've grown!

- And you're still wearing the hat we gave you.

♪ ♪

- Wait.

I've been looking for you, trying to find you.

- I know. What have we missed?

- Show us the neighborhood.

- What?

[rumbling]

This is really weird.

Mom? Dad?

both: Yes, Arnold?

- You've been lost for so long.

I mean, I always believed you were alive somehow,

but...

- Stella! Miles!

I need you for one last mission!

- Wait!

Where are you going?

- We're off on another mission with Eduardo!

- No! Not again!

both: Bye, Arnold!

[dramatic music]

- [gasps]

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

I wonder if I'll ever find them.

♪ ♪

[toilet flushes]

♪ ♪

I know, Grandpa.

Don't go in there for a while.

- [chuckles] You know me so well,

short man.

- Did you wash your hands?

- I knew I forgot something.

- Grandpa, I had that dream again.

- Oh? What happened this time?

- My parents were here--

well, sort of--

and it seemed like they were gonna stay.

- But then they left on another mission.

Oh, I'm sorry, Arnold.

I miss them, too.

But I'm glad you get to see them,

even if it's only in a dream.

Oh, it's better than the nightmare I keep having.

I live in a run-down old boarding house,

renting my rooms to a bunch of weirdos

who always want things from me.

[plates shattering]

- Hey, Gramps, what's for breakfast?

I'm starving here!

Starving, do you hear me?

- Imagine that.

It's a living nightmare.

- Make me a sandwich, old man.

- Crispy fries and a tofu burger for me, please,

and step on it!

- Hey, Arnold!

Finally, someone with some sense around here.

- Hi, Ernie. - Hey, Arnold.

- Hi, Oskar. - Hey, Arnold.

Good to see you. - Hi, Mr. Hyunh.

- All power to the working stiffs!

All power to the proletariat!

We demand a living wage!

- Morning, Grandma.

- Hello, dear.

- You're not fooling anyone, Pookie.

Back in the kitchen.

- [laughs] Abner, I don't have any food.

Oh, except this apple here.

- [sniffs]

[grunts]

- I know what you want.

[smooth jazz music]

Bye, everyone. Come on, Abner.

- A pig eating bacon?

It's very creepy.

♪ ♪

- See you, Arnold! - Arnold, be well!

[animals chattering]

- Hey, Arnold, ready for the best day of school?

- The best day, Gerald?

- Yeah, today's the last day of school.

Therefore, by my calculations--

- It's the best day.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Where do you two think you're going?

- School, dad, remember?

Kids? School?

The place we go to get away from doofs like you?

- Fine, go learn.

Come right back and help me sort beepers.

- Didn't you get the memo, Bob?

Nobody wants beepers anymore.

Ever heard of cell phones?

- It is true, Helga.

A communication device used to alert someone

to make a phone call--

a relic of an obsolete technology.

- I hate beepers.

And the only thing that I can kind of tolerate is--

- Oof! - Oh!

Arnold!

I mean, I said,

everybody out of my way, Hair Boy!

Jeez! What are you, blind?

Don't you even know how to not crash into people?

- Got one more, Helga?

- Ha! Yeah.

Maybe you should get walking lessons

for your birthday, Arnold.

- [chuckles]

Whatever you say, Helga.

- Ooh, good comeback, Arnoldo.

Doi! Come on, Phoebes.

- Following.

♪ ♪

[school bell rings]

- All right, class, settle.

I know you're all excited about the last day of school,

but get ready for even more exciting news.

- Is it that I can do...

[muffled] This?

- No, it's not, Harold.

Anyway, the news is, we've been selected

to compete in a very special contest!

A great humanitarian organization

in Central America that helps the less fortunate

is sponsoring it.

They build habitats that provide living space

in the rainforest,

and they want to celebrate kids

that exemplify their spirit.

- Mr. Simmons?

What do we have to do to win the contest?

- Excellent question, Phoebe.

We submit a video presentation

of our class being humanitarians

in our own neighborhood.

- What's the prize?

- Curly?

[drumroll]

A class trip

to San Lorenzo!

- San Lorenzo?

The San Lorenzo?

- Is that the new Mexican restaurant?

- No, that place has been there a while.

- Close, Stinky.

It's a beautiful, proud republic to our south.

This is where we'll go if we win the contest.

- To a Mexican restaurant!

- No, to San Lorenzo, the country,

and the organization that will host us

is called "Helpers For Humanity."

- That was the group my parents worked for.

- And isn't it the same San Lorenzo

where your parents disappeared?

It's almost like this contest

is designed for you.

- Quiet down, jerk-faces.

I'm trying to concentrate on the clock.

- Class, I know you're excited

to get to work on this video presentation,

even though it's the last day of school.

[school bell rings]

all: School's out for summer!

- I have a summer of stuff to eat!

- So long, suckers!

- I'll do it.

- I will, too.

- Great! We're on our way to winning.

It's due in a week.

[smooth jazz music]

- Okay, we'll make the best video ever.

- We'll win this thing, go to San Lorenzo,

and find your lost parents.

- Yeah, but the prize isn't

a free trip for me to go looking for them.

- True, but how can you not try to find your lost parents,

especially since you've got your best friend to help?

- [laughs] Okay.

Let's win this contest.

- And get you some answers.

It'll be our secret.

♪ ♪

Now we just got to do something humanitarian.

- [humming] Monkeyman. - I know.

Let's build a habitat for Monkeyman,

right here on the river.

- You're a bold kid, Arnold.

♪ ♪

- Hey!

♪ ♪

[seagull screeches]

♪ ♪

- Where once was a dirty urban riverbank,

we've provided a comfortable floating dwelling for one,

as well as a habitat for the local bird life.

- Monkeyman!

- Great, Arnold.

Now I just shoot some more angles

of our awesome completed habitat.

- I was hoarding that! - My tire collection!

- I'm taking it all back! - Thief! Thief!

- They took my stuff!

- That bird's my lunch!

- No!

[all yelling]

- Oh...

- [stammering] Monkeyman...

- Hey, Arnold, where are you going?

- That was my last chance to find my parents.

♪ ♪

[child laughing]

[camera shutter snaps]

[Abner squeals]

♪ ♪

[baby giggling]

- [cackling]

- Monkeyman!

all: Monkeyman!

- Give me the leg. I like the dark meat.

♪ ♪

- Hey, sheesh, Arnoldo.

Watch it. Stop crashing into me.

So, taking a walk and thinking about

how you've completely flopped so far

in winning the San Lorenzo contest?

Ha. This just in:

you equals failure.

- [squealing]

- Actually, I was just kind of thinking about my life,

and how I haven't seen my parents

since I was a baby.

I wish I could see them again.

- Well, I-- that's news.

I mean, if you wanted to talk about...

[stuttering] F...

[exhales] F...

feelings...

- [angry squealing]

- Sorry, Helga, I think Abner's

got to do a number two.

See you. Come on, Abner.

[Abner squeals]

- [groans] Thwarted by a dirty,

imbecilic pig.

All I wanted to do

is tell that stupid Arnold...

[romantic music]

That I'm here for him.

I'm listening.

I'm remembering everything he says.

Every deep thought, every soul-searching utterance,

yes, even every hem and haw!

Arnold,

I've tried to tell you,

but you've yet to show me that you've noticed,

that you have feelings too,

so I resort to what I do best:

being scorchingly mean!

[playful music]

Ow! Okay!

I'll be kind...

[sighs] And understanding, and...

- [wheezy breathing]

[glasses shatter]

[splashes]

- Aha! If I help Arnold

win that trip to that crazy San Lorenzo

and help him uncover the mystery

of his long-lost parents,

maybe even find the lost losers,

then Arnold will be eternally grateful

and might even return my love!

It's win-win! What a great plan! Whee!

- Well, short man,

your passport's here.

- All right!

- Ah, ah, ah. Not yet.

Now, Arnold, I'm still worried about you taking this trip.

Remember all the trouble your parents got into

with that evil river pirate Lasombra?

[sighs] That was practically

the last time we heard from them.

Oh, fine.

Don't forget to sign it with your name

as it appears on your birth certificate.

- Arnold Shortman.

Grandpa, San Lorenzo is a big country.

I'm not going to look for this Lasombra guy

and I doubt if I'm gonna run into him.

- [scoffs] Let's hope not!

This is just a school trip

to visit the rainforest,

not about you finding your parents.

- Don't worry, Grandpa.

I'll stick with my class the whole time,

but since I'll be in San Lorenzo,

I have to at least look up Eduardo.

He was my mom and dad's best friend.

- [sighs] Well, you could at least do that.

[trumpet blares]

- Venture forth armed with this, Kimba.

- Pookie!

Arnold will never get a handmade blowpipe

through security.

Oh, and...

Here, short man. Take this instead.

It'll remind you of home.

- Um...

thanks?

both: Just be careful, Arnold.

[upbeat music]

- That sure is a lot of luggage, Miss Rhonda.

- One bag for every day of the trip.

That's how I pack.

♪ ♪

- Harold, why do you have a deli platter?

- My mom gave me this

in case there's no food in San Lorenzo.

- There's plenty of food there, Harold.

No platter necessary.

- No platter?

♪ ♪

[crashing, cat yowling]

[playful music]

- Oh, Arnold,

though on the outside I appear to hate the idea

of going to some godforsaken jungle with you,

'tis merely a guise!

I'll help you find your long-lost parents

and just maybe...

- [gasps] - Surprise, baby sister!

I'm coming along on your San Lorenzo trip

as the student teacher-slash- chaperone.

Goody!

- Are you kidding me?

This is the worst news ever!

- I'm worried about your safety

in this St. Lawrence place, Olga.

- I'll be fine. Thanks, Bob.

- Oh, good, you're here.

Take this bag of beepers with you

and sell them to the locals.

- Arnold.

You're going to the jungle,

so don't catch any tropical diseases

like malaria,

or diphtheria,

or cholera,

or yellow fever,

or hookworm,

or elephantiasis,

or leprosy,

or tennis elbow!

[exciting music]

- Ah! - Or itchy armpits!

Or boom boom fever

or Aulder's neck rash!

- Hey! Crazy lady!

Get out of my stair truck!

- [cackling]

- Or Palmer's knee, or Borneo's disease!

Or--I don't know, athlete's foot!

- You know, I'm really gonna miss Grandma and Grandpa.

- [squeals] - Abner!

What are you doing here?

- [squeals happily]

- Guess your grandpa wasn't gonna let you

leave your pig behind, Arnold.

- [laughs]

Yep. I guess we've got a stowaway.

[percussive music]

♪ ♪

- [screams] My hair!

- You know what they say, Rhonda.

It's not the heat. It's the humidity.

- Class, let's stay together while we explore

and then go to the river docks at 3:00 p.m.,

then it's on the boat, and-- [children yelling]

Stop! Running is not on the agenda!

River docks at 3:00!

♪ ♪

- Come on, baby sister!

♪ ♪

- [squeals]

♪ ♪

- [screams] Ugh.

- Miss me? - Ugh!

- Well, Arnold, we made it to San Lorenzo.

So, where do we start looking for your parents?

- Sorry, Gerald, I promised Grandpa I wouldn't,

but he did say I could