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(BELL RINGS)
ARNOLD: Well,
here we go again.
Another day with
Helga the horrible.
Cheer up, Arnold.
It's Helga's last day
as hall monitor.
How bad could it be?
All right, people.
Step it up!
Keep moving,
keep moving.
That's right.
No clogging
the halls.
That's enough, son.
Save some
for the fishes.
(CHUCKLES)
What's this?
Loitering in the halls?
Holding up traffic,
defacing the
school property.
No, I was just
tying my shoe.
Yeah, yeah.
Move it or lose it, bucko.
(SIGHS) I love being
hall monitor.
Man, I do not care
who the next
hall monitor is,
as long as it's not
Helga G. Pataki.
(BELL RINGS)
You said it, Gerald.
Uh, let's all thank
Helga Pataki
for her month
of service to P.S. 118
as hall monitor,
and she certainly
has been dedicated.
We have never before
had a hall monitor
who personally made sure
no one stepped on
the cracks in the tile.
Thank you, Helga.
You're welcome.
This is our tradition
here in P.S. 118,
the retiring hall monitor
gets to select
the next officer.
Helga, have you
chosen your replacement?
Well, actually,
Mr. Principal Wartz,
I was thinking
of volunteering
for a second term.
(ALL GROANING)
Grr!
Now, Helga,
your dedication
is to be commended,
but there does come
a time for every
public servant
to turn in
the revered badge
and move on.
(SIGHS) Okay.
Fine. I pick...
ALL: Me!
HELGA: Phoebe.
Phoebe?
Phoebe?
Me?
(PARADE MUSIC PLAYING)
Congratulations to our
new hall monitor,
Phoebe Heyerdahl.
(ALL CHEERING)
But, Helga...
Uh, Helga,
don't take this
the wrong way,
I mean, I appreciate
your vote of confidence,
it's just that...
I don't think I would
make a very good
hall monitor.
Oh, you're just nervous.
There's nothing to it.
Just do like I do.
But that's just it.
I'm not like you, Helga.
Look, Phoebe,
hall monitor is
the greatest job
there is.
I mean, the perks
are incredible.
Free hall passes,
extra trips
to the water fountain,
and you get to boss
other kids around.
I couldn't let this job
go to just anyone.
I picked you because
you're my best friend.
Really?
Really.
(GIGGLES)
Well, thanks, Helga.
I'll do my best
to uphold the title
of hall monitor.
Never mind that.
Just make sure I still get
my lunch line privilege.
(SHOUTING)
Okay, Phoebe,
you're on.
Get out there
and round 'em up.
Excuse me.
Um, ahem, sir...
(BELL RINGS)
Uh, pardon me, but...
(PHOEBE SCREAMS)
(CRASHES)
Phoebe!
Are you all right?
Phoebe, say something!
I quit.
Phoebe, look. I admit,
when I first asked you
to be hall monitor,
I had my own interests
at heart.
But now, it's different.
Now it's a challenge.
We can make a hall monitor
out of you yet.
Helga, I appreciate
your trying,
I really do.
But let's face it,
the situation
is insurmountable.
It's hopeless.
Wait. Phoebe!
Maybe you're right.
Maybe you are a bit
too soft-spoken.
Or shall we say,
a bit too intellectual
to be a hall monitor.
But that's exactly
why you can't quit.
I don't get it.
Do you want to be
the kinda kid
who lets people
walk all over you
all the time?
Ow! Sorry!
No, but...
The kinda kid
who gets talked over,
(BELL RINGS)
stepped on,
and pushed down?
Ow!
Watch that elbow.
Whoa!
Excuse me, my fault. Ow!
No, Helga, but...
Please move!
This won't go away,
you know.
Sure you can
quit this,
but what happens
on your next job,
and your next?
Are you gonna let
a problem like this
keep you from being,
say, president?
(THUDDING)
Sooner or later,
you have to learn
to stand up
for yourself.
Phoebe, are you
listening to me?
Wow. A first grader
stepped on my glasses,
and I was still
wearing them.
(SIGHS)
You know something,
Helga?
You're absolutely right.
All my life,
I've been a follower.
I've let other people
push me around,
take cuts in line,
borrow my pencils
and never return them.
Well, not anymore.
This is it!
Out with the old Phoebe,
in with the new!
That's the spirit!
I'll have you acting
just like me in no time.
Ow!
Okay, I'm gonna run
down this hall here
and you're gonna
tell me to stop.
Okay.
Whee! Look at me,
I'm running.
I'm breaking the rules!
I'm deliberately
flouting authority!
Whee!
Excuse me...
Can't hear you!
Excuse me!
Yoo-hoo!
Stop running!
Uh-uh, that's not
gonna stop me.
Go ahead, give me
all you got!
Oh, brother.
This isn't gonna be easy.
Now let's say
someone's taking
a drink of water here,
and I take cuts
to the fountain.
What do you do?
Uh, no cuts,
no buts, no coconuts?
No, like this.
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
Oh!
(BLOWS WHISTLE) You! Halt!
Not bad!
Phoebe, you're gonna
do just fine.
(BELL RINGS)
Ahem!
All right, everyone.
Let's all walk nicely
on our way to class.
Excuse me, Sid,
no shoving, please.
Yeah, right.
Excuse me,
I said, no shoving.
Oh, yeah?
Well, I said...
Uh, you're the boss.
Oh, hi, Phoebe.
How's it going?
Did you see that?
No. What happened?
I just made a kid
listen to me.
Maybe you're right, Helga.
Maybe I can do this.
I'm sure you can, Phoebe.
It's all in the attitude.
That's enough, son.
Save some for the fishes.
(BELL RINGS)
Man, oh, man, Arnold!
I thought you said
hall monitors couldn't
get any worse than Helga.
That's what
I thought before...
Field Marshal Phoebe.
You, halt!
(GASPS)
Do you have any idea
how fast you were
going there, son?
I'm terribly,
terribly sorry.
I have to get
to a pre-algebra test,
and I just thought that...
You just thought, eh?
Did you ever just think
about the safety
of the other students?
What if at that exact moment,
the lunch lady was
walking by with a tray
of meat hash surprise?
Well, I guess
I didn't consider that.
Tell you what, son,
you take all the time
you need to think it over
in detention!
Hmm. Way to go, Phoebes.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
I love being
hall monitor.
Stay to the right,
young lady!
Man, she used to be
such a nice, quiet girl.
Did you hear about
that monster truck show?
Wish we could go.
Can't.
I've got detention.
I know, me too.
Look at these.
One for walking
too fast,
one for walking
too slow,
one for turning a corner
too sharply,
one for turning too wide,
one for squeaky shoes,
one for suspiciously
quiet shoes,
and these are just from
this morning!
What's this?
One for littering.
Hey, no cutting!
Executive privilege.
I've got my eye
on that last
tapioca pudding.
Pataki, no cutting.
(LAUGHS) Good one, Phoebe.
That rule
is for little people.
Remember,
I'm above the law.
No one's
above the law, Helga.
Phoebe, did you forget
who you're talking to here?
It's me, Helga!
The one who put you
on the map, remember?
Cutting is against
the rules.
I'm gonna have to
write you up for detention.
Phoebe! Get real!
Helga Pataki
doesn't do detention.
Besides, I've got tickets
to the monster truck show.
I was gonna take you.
No, you get real,
Pataki.
You're the one who taught me
not to let anyone
push me around.
Well, I'm not letting
anyone push me around,
and that includes you.
And one more thing,
I despise
monster truck shows!
See you in detention.
When I told you
not to let anyone
push you around,
I didn't mean me.
Phoebe?
Phoebe!
(LAUGHTER)
You know, Phoebe,
I was wrong about you.
You sure were.
Guess I'm not
that little mouse
who lets everyone
push her around
anymore, am I?
You missed a spot.
No, you're something worse.
You're a power-hungry,
hall monitoring bully!
(ALL GASP)
But you say that
like it's a bad thing.
Phoebe,
in the last week,
you've screamed
at kids in the halls,
you've rationed water
at the drinking fountain,
you've given out
more tickets
than a lottery.
I mean, look around!
Half of our class
is sitting here
in detention.
So what?
I'm just acting like you.
You're the one
who taught me
to be this way.
Yeah, well,
you didn't have to be
such a good student.
What happened to
the old Phoebe
I used to know?
(ALL AGREEING)
GERALD: Helga's right.
I heard that
she's pretty rude.
What? The old Phoebe
who let kids
push her around?
Forget it, she's gone.
And no one misses her.
I do.
You do?
Well, sure.
What about the old Phoebe,
who used to be
my best friend?
What about the old Phoebe
who used to help me
with my homework?
What about the old Phoebe
who used to always
let us use her pencil
when we forgot
to bring one?
And what about
the old Phoebe,
who used to eat
all the crust off
my sandwiches
and give me the middle?
We want
the old Phoebe back!
ALL: Yes! Yes!
Gee, have I really gotten
that bad lately?
Phoebe,
take a look here.
Look into
that reflection.
What do you see?
(SCREAMS)
Hey, it's not that scary.
Yes, it is!
I've lost
the old Phoebe.
Deep down,
I don't really want to be
this horrible,
bossy, scary,
selfish,
emotionally-challenged person
who has to order
people around
just to get respect.
Who'd want
to be like that?
You know something?
I'm going back
to the old Phoebe.
ALL: Yay!
I don't need this badge
to get respect.
Or this whistle,
or this book of tickets.
I don't need
any of this stuff.
I can get everyone's
respect and attention
just by being myself.
Right everyone?
Everyone?
(DOOR SLAMS)
Right, Phoebe.
I'm really
proud of you
for being strong enough
to be yourself.
Come on, let's go
get a soda.
Great idea.
I'll be right there.
You, halt!
Phoebe?
Coming, Helga.