Hey Arnold! The Jungle Movie Page #5

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not about you

finding your parents.

- Don't worry, Grandpa.

I'll stick with my class

the whole time,

but since I'll be

in San Lorenzo,

I have to at least

look up Eduardo.

He was my mom and dad's

best friend.

- [sighs] Well,

you could at least do that.

[trumpet blares]

- Venture forth

armed with this, Kimba.

- Pookie!

Arnold will never get

a handmade blowpipe

through security.

Oh, and...

Here, short man.

Take this instead.

It'll remind you of home.

- Um...

thanks?

both:
Just be careful, Arnold.

[upbeat music]

- That sure is

a lot of luggage, Miss Rhonda.

- One bag for every day

of the trip.

That's how I pack.

- Harold, why do you have

a deli platter?

- My mom gave me this

in case there's no food

in San Lorenzo.

- There's plenty of food there,

Harold.

No platter necessary.

- No platter?

[crashing,

cat yowling]

[playful music]

- Oh, Arnold,

though on the outside

I appear to hate the idea

of going to some godforsaken

jungle with you,

'tis merely a guise!

I'll help you find

your long-lost parents

and just maybe...

- [gasps]

- Surprise, baby sister!

I'm coming along

on your San Lorenzo trip

as the student teacher-slash-

chaperone.

Goody!

- Are you kidding me?

This is the worst news ever!

- I'm worried about your safety

in this St. Lawrence place,

Olga.

- I'll be fine.

Thanks, Bob.

- Oh, good, you're here.

Take this bag of beepers

with you

and sell them to the locals.

- Arnold.

You're going to the jungle,

so don't catch

any tropical diseases

like malaria,

or diphtheria,

or cholera,

or yellow fever,

or hookworm,

or elephantiasis,

or leprosy,

or tennis elbow!

[exciting music]

- Ah!

- Or itchy armpits!

Or boom boom fever

or Aulder's neck rash!

- Hey! Crazy lady!

Get out of my stair truck!

- [cackling]

- Or Palmer's knee,

or Borneo's disease!

Or--I don't know,

athlete's foot!

- You know, I'm really gonna

miss Grandma and Grandpa.

- [squeals]

- Abner!

What are you doing here?

- [squeals happily]

- Guess your grandpa

wasn't gonna let you

leave your pig behind, Arnold.

- [laughs]

Yep.

I guess we've got a stowaway.

[percussive music]

- [screams]

My hair!

- You know what they say,

Rhonda.

It's not the heat.

It's the humidity.

- Class, let's stay together

while we explore

and then go to the river docks

at 3:
00 p.m.,

then it's on the boat, and--

[children yelling]

Stop!

Running is not on the agenda!

River docks at 3:00!

- Come on, baby sister!

- [squeals]

- [screams]

Ugh.

- Miss me?

- Ugh!

- Well, Arnold,

we made it to San Lorenzo.

So, where do we start

looking for your parents?

- Sorry, Gerald, I promised

Grandpa I wouldn't,

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