[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]

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