IIggy
Arnold, I am so sorry!
AArnold
[bitterly] Oh, it's you.
IIggy
[as Arnold begins to walk away] I tried to call it off. I couldn't get through! I'm sorry!
[Arnold stops walking and shoots an unusually furious stare at him, to the sound of a discordant screech sound, before continuing on his way]
You set her up on purpose?
AArnold
Can't believe you do something that mean.
[All the kids at the school playground leave Helga alone and have their lunch elsewhere]
Hey, she was ruining my life!
Hey, Arnold! Back from the cool party already?
AArnold
Yeah. Basically it stunk. So I left.
AArnold
But I thought you had plans tonight?
Nah, I just made that up so you wouldn't feel bad about goin' to Rhonda's party. You wanna go throw rocks at Helga throwing rocks at a dumpster?
[looking through a photo album] Heh Heh Heh, there’s Gertie rolling me in honey and staking me on top of an ant hill. [Arnold is seen walking up the stairs] That mischievous, pigtailed little imp. Oh mercy.
Why, if it isn’t young Arnold home from his day at school. How come you’re all covered in paint?
AArnold
Helga poured it on me. So I poured some on her.
[stands up] What! Oh my word, you’ve snapped Arnold! You’ve turned into some kind of vicious, paint-pouring thug. [Arnold rolls eyes] I don’t know what to think about you any more. Why didn’t you follow your instincts like I told you?
I wasn't talking about those instincts. I meant your good ones.
AArnold
I know, Grandpa. I feel terrible. What should I do?
Well, you may be stuck with this girl for a long time, you better try and make peace.
AArnold
Yeah, I'm gonna call Helga and apologize.
He's sure gonna be surprised.
AArnold
Hey, guys, what are you doing here?
[giggles] We're all gonna moon Principal Wartz.
It was Harold's brilliant idea.
AArnold
I do not think so.
All the Junior High Kids are doing it.
AArnold
It sounds great, guys, but I think I'll pass.
Oh, you're just a chicken.
AArnold
I am not chicken, Harold. It's just not such a good idea.
That's because you are a weenie. You don't have the guts, is all.
Yeah, you just don't have the guts.
AArnold
It's not that, I just...
Shh, shh. [heard Principal Wartz coming out of his office] Here he comes. Get ready on three. [Harold, Stinky, and Sid put on some masks and turn around] One...
AArnold
Are you really gonna go through this?
Shh! Two... [they unzip and grab their pants, Principal Wartz walks down the hallway] Three! [everyone except Arnold bends over]
What the — What is this? [puts on his glasses and sees Harold, Stinky, and Sid mooning him] Oh, my! Whoa! [Harold, Stinky, and Sid pull up their pants, and run down the hallway laughing] Come back here, ya hooligans! [Harold, Stinky, and Sid ran out of the school and Principal Wartz was panting] You won't get away with this. [to Arnold] You there! Where do you think you are going, Young Man?
AArnold
But, Principal Wartz, I told you, I didn't do anything.
Well, that, maybe, but you saw the hooligans who did do it.
Aha! Now we're getting somewhere. Just give me their names. Last name, first.
This isn't a joke, Young Man. Do you think exposing portions of your anatomy to your School Principal is funny?
AArnold
Well, I guess it depends...
Mooning is not funny. It's not a game! You may think it's a harmless schoolyard prank, but let me assure you, it is NOT! Someone could put an eye out. (Someone could lose an eye.)
AArnold
Because of mooning.
I'll ask the questions here. Now, for the last time, you tell me the names of the boys who exposed themselves.
AArnold
I can't do that, Principal Wartz.
Of course you can. It's easy.
AArnold
If I told you, then, I'd be ratting on the other guys. And I can't do that.
I'm assigning you detention.
AArnold
Detention? But why?
Failure to cooperate. I want to see you every day after school, in my office for the next four weeks.
AArnold
Four weeks, but, sir, I...
That is all for now. [calls someone on the phone he picked up] Now, what is the name of our Art Teacher? Mrs. Flaunt, yes. Ask her to come in here, please, would you? And tell her to bring her sketch pad.
Hey, Arnold. You didn't tell on us, did you?
AArnold
No, I didn't tell.
What did Wartz do to you?
AArnold
He gave me four weeks detention.
But you didn't even do anything.
You better not rat on us, Arnold! 'Cause you know what will happen if you do!
You think maybe it ain't fair for Arnold to take the blame for what we did?
You mean like, maybe we should go tell Wartz that we're the ones who mooned him, and get Arnold off the hook.
[jumps out of frustration] No, no, no! Arnold got caught; that's his fault, not ours. We got away with what we did, and that is all that counts. Nobody is going into Wartz's office and telling him what we did. Nobody! You got it?
I guess there's no sense in all three of us getting detention.
Hmm. I guess you're right, Harold. You figure he'll crack and spill the beans?
[on the phone] Four weeks? That's hard time, Bubba.
AArnold
He said he'd let me off the hook, if I tell him who mooned him.
So, you're going to do it?
Why not? After all, you didn't do anything.
AArnold
If Harold, Sid and Stinky want to tell Wartz what they did, that's their decision, but I'm not going to tell him. I'm not a rat.
Man, that's solid. I mean it's stupid, but it's solid.
AArnold
See you, Gerald. [hangs up the phone] [sighs deeply]
No, no, the Third Mooner had a rounder, fuller posterior with a mole on his right cheek. Very nice. Very nice, that's much better, Mrs. Flaunt. Now, Albert...
Right, right. Look, Arnold, I know you are not a bad kid. You'd keep saying you didn't actually display your end region to me, but those other three boys did. Can we agree on that?
Good, okay. Now that we're on the same side of the fence on that point, let me pose this question to you: "What is the harm in just letting me know the names of the boys?"
AArnold
Well, it's just that I...
You could just let them slip out, or whisper them to me, or we can play a guessing game until I got the answers.
AArnold
No. I can't tell you.
Young Man, I must warn you that unless you'd play ball and tell me the names of the hooligans who exposed themselves to me, I will be forced to take note of your lack of cooperation, and write it down for all eyes and ears to see on your Permanent Record.
I reckon this will go on his permanent record.
I don't know if I could take the pressure.
What do you bet he cracks and rats us all out?
Don't worry. Arnold's not a snitch. He won't rat.
I'm telling you, he won't rat! [to Arnold] Did you rat?
AArnold
No, Harold, I didn't rat.
Well, you'd better not, 'cause if you do, you know what will happen.
That's right, I'll pound you.
I will, Arnold. You can believe me! [stutters] You know what, I'll pound you so good that you'll be sorry!
So, you want to go to the arcade.
AArnold
I can't, I still have detention.
Oh yeah, I forgot. Four weeks? Man, you really took the fall for those guys, didn't you!
Don't think of it as being a snitch. Just think of it as being a good citizen. [gives a box of chocolate to Arnold as an offer] Chocolate cream? [Arnold rejects] You know, Albert...
You know, Arnold. It's not easy to do the right thing.
[looking at Arnold talking to Principal Wartz outside with his binoculars] He's gonna rat. He's gonna rat.
When I was a boy, I found myself in the situation very similar to the one you're in right now.
Mmm-hmm. You see, I witnessed several of my fellow classmates placing a frog in our teacher's desk. When she came back and discovered the frog, she singled me out and demanded that I'd tell her who was responsible.
I did the right thing. I sang like a canary. I tattled on every single one of them.
The culprits were severely punished, and I was rewarded with a gold star. Oh, sure, my classmates were pretty mad at me at first. They called me a weasel, they refused to eat lunch with me, and they beat me up on a regular basis. In fact my reputation as a weasel followed me all the way into high school and college. I was stuffed into lockers, and had "KICK ME" signs taped to my back. I can't tell you the abuse I've suffered from practically every person I ever came in contact with. I didn't have a date till I was 23, but I didn't care about those things, because I knew that I had done the right thing. And in the end, I overcame all that abuse, and I grew up to become an Elementary School Principal. Wouldn't you like to become an Elementary School Principal?