Hey Arnold!: The Movie2002

[First lines; The movie begins with we see the city's locations and Harold, Iggy and Lorenzo are playing baseball before Willie drives with his ice cream truck; A kid is giving money to Willie, having his ice cream and Willie reads the newspaper; Harold throws a baseball to Park; Park strikes out and the woman is at the window looks up to a baseball while putting clothes in the basket; we see Brainy and Harvey are at the market; Sid and Stinky are splashing water; the construction workers look up at the helicopter with a black wrecking ball; as the wrecking ball hits the apartments and pouring liquid on the family photo]

Gerald Johanssen:
I'm telling you, Arnold, your ball is flat.

Arnold:
It's not flat. It's just a little low on air. [The ball pops and deflates]

Gerald Johanssen:
Like I said, your ball is flat. Hey, I still can't believe we let those fifth graders beat us.

Arnold:
Well, the important thing is we tried our best.

Gerald Johanssen:
The important thing is we got our buns whooped.

Arnold:
Come on Gerald, we had fun. And we almost beat 'em.

Gerald Johanssen:
Why do you do that Arnold? Why do you always have to look on the bright side?

Arnold:
Somebody has to. [Arnold and Gerald notice FTi helicopters, and a crowd of citizens] Mr. Green, what's going on?

Mr. Green:
It's Scheck. He wants to buy up the whole neighborhood so he can knock it down and put up a fancy mall.

Arnold:
Who's Scheck? [The crowd is watching TV]

Reporter:
[on TV] The plan, which was approved by the mayor just moments ago, would allow Future Tech Industries to redevelop a six-square-block area between 33rd and 39th Streets. Oh, I understand the president and CEO of Future Tech Industries, Mr. Scheck, is about to make a statement.

Mr. Scheck:
[on TV; To the mayor] Thank you. I just want to say I'm delighted at the mayor's support of our renewal plan.

Gerald Johanssen:
Nice suit.

[A man with a white mustache shushes him]

Mayor Dixie:
[on TV] I am behind Mr. Scheck's project one hundred percent. [camera flashes]

Mr. Scheck:
[on TV] Although some of you in the affected area may have concerns about how this plan will impact your homes and businesses, let me assure you; change is good. This plan represents the end of urban decay, the end of your broken-down shops and apartment buildings, the end of antiquated and dilapidated storefronts. It's time for a new world. Out with the old, in with the new.

Arnold:
What's wrong with old things? Some old things are great.

Harold Berman:
Yeah, like Mrs. Vitello.

Mrs. Vitello:
[hits Harold over the head with flowers] Whippersnapper.

Harold Berman:
Ow!

Mr. Green:
This has been goin' on for months. The city council recommended against it, but the mayor's lettin' him do it anyway. I never figured he could pull it off.

Gerald Johanssen:
What does it mean?

Mr. Green:
It means they want us to sell out, move away so this Scheck character and his big corporation can move in.

Crowd:
No!

Harold Berman:
No way!

Mr. Scheck:
[on TV] It's time to put the past behind us. I have seen the future, and it's Future Tech Industries.

Phoebe Heyerdahl:
But this is our neighborhood!

Rhonda Lloyd:
They can't just tear it down.

Eugene Horowitz:
[singing] This is our neighborhood! / How can they tear it down!? / How can they turn our smile into a frown!? / We may be just a few, but if me and you and you. [Arnold switches off the stereo]

Arnold:
Stop! Stop singing, Eugene. This is serious. [A truck carrying a bulldozer is speeding down the street]

Crowd:
Oh, my gosh.

Mr. Green:
We can't take this lying down. We should do something!

Harold Berman:
Yeah, but what can we do?

Arnold:
We can refuse to sell our houses.

Gerald Johanssen:
Well, I'll sign a petition!

Arnold:
Yeah. Let everybody know this is our neighborhood and we're not giving it up without a fight!

Helga Pataki:
[watching from a roof] Hah! Arnold! What an annoying little goody two-shoes. What a dopey little dreamer. What a corny little cornball. Always going around trying to get everyone to look on the bright side and do the right thing. How I despise him. And yet... I love him! I love him! I love his unerring sense of right and wrong. I love his unfailing insistence on the needs of the many over the needs of the few. But most of all I love the way his hair smells when I get real close behind him and he doesn't know I'm there, but then he turns and looks at me funny and I scowl at him and make an excuse for being so close, and then I insult him just to cover up the secret, adoring feelings for which I have so long and painfully harbored. Oh, Arnold!

Arnold:
Mr. Green can write the petition.

Mr. Green:
Say no more, Arnold. I'm already working on it.

Helga Pataki:
If only I could find the guts to tell you. If only I weren't such a coward. If only I had your strength.

Arnold:
We'll take it around the neighborhood and get everybody to sign it.

Helga Pataki:
But what if you lose? What if the neighborhood is torn down, and you have to move away, and we are separated, and we never see each other again, and I never, ever seize the chance to tell you how I really feel about you? Oh, Arnold, how I love you.

[Brainy appears from a chimney, dressed up as a chimney sweep. Helga smacks him]