Oh, why, why, why does this have to be me? Why couldn't someone else have borrowed their Mother's mink jacket and be in this disgusting situation? I mean, could he be any grosser? But then again, if I don't go through with this, everyone may hate me because I broke the Little Freak's heart. Time to buck up, Rhonda! After all, aside from that one highly nauseating kiss, this really isn't going so badly. Perhaps by the end of the day, you might even be back on top. All you got to do is stick to the plan, then, find a way to dump the Little Troll.
[Grandpa is reading out of Arnold's father's journal, an entry describing a volcanic eruption] "It was terrifying and beautiful all at the same time." to Grandma Kind of like you, Pookie.
[Arnold is sitting outside overlooking the journal when he sees what appears to be two pages folded together. When he unfolds them, it turns out to be a map.]
[gasps] A map!? It must be the same route my parents took on their last trip to the jungle! [excitedly runs back inside] Grandma! Grandpa! You have to see this! I found a map!