Hey Arnold! The Jungle Movie Page #5

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I wouldn't have left your side

in your time of loneliness!

If ever you needed my love,

it's now, and you have it,

forever and always.

I must do anything,

make any sacrifice,

to help you find your parents.

Oh, Arnold,

you magnificent specimen!

I'm coming for you!

[music fades]

- [wheezy breathing]

Uh, Helga?

[romantic music]

- Brainy? Oh!

I could hit you!

[upbeat tune on pipes]

- Phoebe, Gerald!

- What's up, Helga?

- Look, Arnold may be

a total sap

who traded all of our lives

for a bag of metaphorical

magic beans,

but he needs our help.

We've got to do something!

- Ugh.

That kid's gonna be doing

my chores for weeks

to make up for this,

but I'm in.

What's the plan?

- Phoebe?

- Hmm...

We can't all escape

at the same time.

They'll certainly notice

our absence

and capture us again.

- Okay, so, Helga,

you and I bust Arnold out

so we can find

these Green-Eyed People,

and Phoebe...

- I'll take care

of everything here.

- [crying]

I miss Arnold!

[crying]

[sly music]

- Yah! Hi-ho, Silver!

- Oh, no, Curly has gone

completely crazy!

Get him off of me!

- [chuckles]

- [yells maniacally]

- See you on the other side...

handsome.

- [laughing]

It tickles.

- [grunts]

- What's go--

- Shh.

- What are you guys

doing here?

- We're your rescue committee.

- I thought you guys hated me.

- Well, of course,

everyone hates you, bucko,

but we've got to bust you

out of here

and find those Green-Eyes

if we want to save ourselves.

- But what can we do?

Lasombra won.

- Don't you give up now!

Your blind optimism

is one of your

most annoying qualities.

Besides,

after the Green-Eyes help us,

they might have

some information

on your parents.

[rousing music]

- Come on.

- [snoring]

Hmm?

[snores]

Oh...

[mumbles]

- Grandpa said

this would come in handy.

- Hmm?

Oh, what--

what are you--

[grunts]

- Grandpa was right,

football head.

[Curly yelling]

- This isn't funny anymore!

- Nadine, now!

[dramatic music]

- Oh, araa--

[screams]

- Whoo.

We did it. We're free.

[warm music]

- Thanks for not

giving up on me, Gerald.

- Ah!

And now that you've

dragged us

to stinking San Nowhere-zo,

how do we find

these Green-Eyes?

- Don't worry,

I've got a map,

and according

to my dad's journal,

the Green-Eyes live

somewhere around here.

Come on!

- Cute. He's got a map.

- [grunting]

Oof!

- What's going on?

- Jefe, the weird-headed

mocoso escaped.

It's not my fault!

- So, did a small child

knock you out,

or did you just fall asleep,

pobrecito?

- [crying]

Please, Jefe, don't kill me!

- [chuckles]

[laughs heartily]

[both laughing]

- Ah, well done.

You did exactly

as I wanted.

- Hmm?

I did?

- See?

I intended for him

to escape.

The Green-Eyes would not

have shown themselves

if I was with him,

so I put a tracking device

on him.

Now, he will lead me

straight to them.

Gather the crew.

We're going hunting

for Green-Eyes

and their precious Corazn.

- [crazed yelling]

- [gasps]

Oh, no!

They've already discovered

that Arnold has escaped!

Baby sister!

[sobs]

- Don't panic, Olga.

Do you still have that bag

of Big Bob's beepers?

- Right here.

But these can only

receive messages.

It's one-way communication.

Just like me and Che.

- But Rhonda's phone

can send a message.

- News flash:
nada bar-os.

[gasps]

- I can tap into

Lasombra's Wi-Fi signal...

- My phone!

- And transmit

a low-data package

that will bypass

the need for a password.

Now we need to scavenge

some additional parts.

[upbeat music]

8-0-8 for "Bob,"

and 5-0-5 for "SOS."

Voila.

We now have

a long-wave homing beacon

sending our

precise coordinates.

- [snoring]

- Thanks for the help

on the new display, Miriam.

[beepers ringing]

Whoa.

- Huh?

Uh, I'm up, I'm up.

- Beepers are freaking out.

I don't get it.

What does--

What does 505-808 mean?

- Oh, that's beeper code

for "SOS, Bob."

"SOS" means "help."

- I know what "SOS" means,

but who would want

my help now, Miriam?

- Aren't the girls

on a field trip?

[gasps]

both:
Olga!

[frantic music]

- Oh, and the other one.

- Oh, right, right, Helga.

[doorbell buzzes]

- All right, all right.

Keep your pants on.

Abner?

- [desperate squeal]

How in the Toledo

did you get here?

- Oh, my!

What happened?

- [squealing]

[ragtime music]

- What?

- [squealing]

- No.

- [grunting]

- [gasps]

No.

- [squeals]

- Are you kidding me?

There's no way

that happened.

Oh, my stars.

Well, you are blowing my mind.

- [grunting]

- Well, then what--

- [soft grunting]

- Oh, what?

[record scratch]

They serve shrimp cocktail

in first class?

- You came all this way

to tell us about

shrimp cocktail?

- No, it's Arnold!

He's in trouble.

- But Arnold's in San Lorenzo.

[dramatic music]

- Well, what are you

waiting for,

an invitation?

We got to rescue Arnold!

[tires squeal]

Ah?

A-ha-ha, yeah!

- Oh, Pookie,

not the fake hitchhiking leg!

- Oh, stick in the mud.

- Phil? Gertrude?

You guys are still alive?

- Imagine that.

- What in the Big Bob's Beepers

are you doing there?

- Trying to get to San Lorenzo.

- Hey, us too!

- Well, you need a ride?

We got a plane.

- Wow.

Fancy plane.

The beeper business

must be booming.

- Oh, no, that's not us.

This is.

[Abner squeals]

- So, how do we get past

this waterfall?

- Okay, my guess is that

we're...

I don't know.

[eerie music]

- Hey, football head,

your shirt is glowing.

- What?

Because it's next to the map?

Look, it's a key!

There's a hidden path

behind the waterfall.

- Are you sure you're even

reading that map right?

- I'm positive.

- Oh, sure.

So there should be

some sort of giant eyeball

here?

You got us lost,

football head.

- Did I hear someone

mention a giant eyeball?

- Arnold,

fork over the map.

Oh, for crying out loud!

[haunting music]

- Good thinking, Helga.

You're brilliant.

- [sighs]

Well, at least one of us

can read.

Ah!

- Booby trap!

- Did I say

it was okay to touch me?

- Oh, boy.

- Oh, my gosh.

This shows us which tiles

to avoid.

Forward, forward, forward,

left, forward...

all:
Forward, left,

forward, right...

- Maybe we're supposed to--

Oof!

[all screaming]

Hold it.

It says there's some kind

of false floor here.

Follow my lead.

[grunts]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Gerald!

[all grunt]

- It looks like

we have to hug the wall.

[foreboding music]

This way!

- Well done, volcano boy.

[tracker beeping]

Qu es esto?

[all yelling]

- Andale, ndale!

[twangy music]

- [weak groans]

- What?

[foreboding music]

Please, you first.

- No, Jefe, you first.

- No, no, no, I insist.

You first.

- Shouldn't have gone first!

- Impressive.

Let's go.

Fine.

Good luck coming back

the way we came.

- Esprame!

Jefe?

[stones rumbling, crashing]

[weak groans]

- Eyes on the prize.

- Hmm.

The amulet stopped glowing.

There's no more information

on the map.

- Oh, for crying out loud!

- Well, if you don't mind,

I could use a break.

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