(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
That was the best one yet!
Willikers, Harold,
I reckon you beat everyone
in the whole dang school.
You're the champion
arm wrestler of P.S. 118.
The king.
That's right!
I am the king!
(LAUGHS)
I suppose now
you'll be signing up
for the Citywide
Arm-Wrestling Tournament.
Yeah, why not?
Hello, Harold.
Oh, uh, hey, Patty.
What's all
the excitement?
Well, it kind of, looks like
I'm gonna be entering
the Citywide
Arm-Wrestling
Tournament.
You mean
the one next Saturday?
Yep, that's the one.
(LAUGHS)
What's so funny?
Nothing.
It's just that, well,
I'm thinking of entering, too.
Well, I'll be danged.
An arm-wrestling curveball.
Why don't you wrestle
each other right now?
(CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)
Sure, why not? Heck,
I could use the practice.
On three.
One, two, three!
(ALL GASPING)
Harold got beat.
STINKY: By Big Patty.
SID: And she's a girl.
STINKY: What a wuss.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Harold, wait.
Ow!
Sorry, Harold.
I didn't see you
under there.
That's 'cause I didn't want
you to see me, Arnold.
I'm hiding.
From whom?
From Sid and Stinky,
and everybody else
who saw that stupid jerk Patty
beat me at arm wrestling.
What are you
talking about, Harold?
Patty's not a jerk,
she's your friend.
She was my friend, Arnold,
until she beat me.
So, what if she beat you?
What's the big deal?
I'll tell you
what the big deal is, Arnold.
An hour ago,
I was arm-wrestling king.
And now?
Now, I'm just a big wuss,
that everybody's making fun of
'cause I lost to a girl!
That's completely ridiculous.
I mean,
who cares if Patty's a girl?
She's a really good
arm wrestler.
Just tell Sid and Stinky
to stop acting dumb.
You're not listening, Arnold!
Those guys are never
gonna let me live this down.
Not unless I beat Patty!
Hey, Harold,
what are you doing down there?
Hiding from Big Patty?
You're afraid
the girl's gonna find ya,
and beat you up again?
(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
See? I told you, Arnold!
(WAILING)
What am I gonna do?
Well, if that's important
to you to beat her,
I guess you could
just practice and work harder.
"Practice"?
What are you talking about?
(SQUEALING)
Yeah!
HAROLD: Thanks
for all your help, Arnold.
I'm ready to go back to school
and beat Patty.
We've only been training
for one day.
I thought you were gonna work
really hard all week,
then try to beat Patty
on Saturday.
Why should I wait
for Saturday,
when I can beat Patty tomorrow
in front of everybody,
and show for once for all
that I'm the king.
Hello, Patty.
Hello, Harold.
I called you
three times yesterday.
You never called me back.
That's 'cause I was
busy practicing arm wrestling.
Well, speaking
of arm wrestling,
the reason I called
is because I wanted
to apologize.
You know, for the other day.
I didn't mean
to embarrass you.
You didn't
embarrass me, Patty!
Ha! That's a good one.
As a matter of fact,
just to show you
there's no hard feelings,
how about we have
a friendly rematch right now?
A rematch? Are you sure
that's a good idea, Harold?
Sure, I'm sure. I mean, unless
you're scared or something?
"Scared"?
Scared that I might beat you
and make you cry
and humiliate you
in front of everybody.
I doubt that's gonna
happen, Harold.
Well, we'll just see
about that.
Fine.
On three, then.
One, two.
Three.
Harold got beat by a girl!
(LAUGHS)
Again!
He got whooped
by Big Patty twice.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
I think he is a girl!
(ALL LAUGHING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
Hey, Harold,
what are you doing in here?
This bathroom's for boys.
Yeah, shouldn't you be
in the girls' room?
On account of
you're a girl.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Shut up!
Shut up or I'll pound ya!
You can pound us all you want,
but that girl, Patty,
can still pound you
at arm wrestling.
That's right.
(WAILS)
Hey, what's this?
I reckon
it's a lipstick.
(CHUCKLING)
I bet it's Harold's.
Right, on account
of he's a girl and all.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Please, Patty, please!
You just gotta help me!
You... You gotta let me
arm wrestle you in public
and beat you.
Otherwise...
Otherwise, I'll be
the laughingstock of P.S. 118
forever and ever and ever!
I'm not gonna let you beat me
at arm wrestling, Harold.
How about thumb wrestling?
I don't think so.
Oh, come on!
Patty, you gotta do this
for me 'cause we're friends.
And, if you don't,
Sid and Stinky
will never leave me alone!
They'll keep bugging me
and calling me names,
and giving me lipstick!
And my life will be over!
(WAILING)
Harold, get off the ground,
and stop crying,
it's pathetic.
Okay, I'm sorry.
Look, Harold, if you really
want me to help you,
then I guess I will.
But, not by letting you win.
I'll help you
by showing my techniques.
And then, if you're lucky,
you just might learn
a thing or two.
And maybe you'll even
be able to beat me
in the tournament.
Oh! Thank you!
Thank you, Patty!
Thank you!
You're the greatest!
You're the best friend
a guy ever had!
Please, calm down, Harold.
Okay, let's start
from the beginning.
The three most important
things you need to know
to be a good arm wrestler are,
posture, balance
and concentration.
Now, walk with these
on your head.
No problem.
Ow!
(THUDS)
So, alls I gotta do is
sit here and think?
And, it'll somehow
make me a better arm wrestler?
Yep.
Sounds easy enough.
(CLOTH RIPPING)
I'll be right back, Patty.
(LAUGHING)
I don't like this, Patty.
It's scaring me!
Just look straight ahead
and you'll be fine.
And remember, balance.
(SCREAMING)
One Mississippi,
two Mississippi...
PATTY: Om...
Om...
Om...
PATTY: Om...
Om...
Okay, here I come.
Any second now.
Hey-hey! All right!
BOTH: Om...
Om...
(LAUGHING) I did it!
I actually did it!
Thanks for
all your help, Patty.
I'm not sure
what it was all about,
but I sure
had fun doing it.
Anyways, now that I've learned
all your techniques,
I can beat you tomorrow
at the tournament.
And then, I won't have
to be embarrassed
about losing
to a girl anymore.
What do you mean,
"Embarrassed about
losing to a girl"?
Well, you know,
'cause boys should
beat girls at this stuff.
Why?
'Cause boys are tougher,
and stronger and sweatier.
Harold, haven't you
learned anything over
the last couple of days?
Of course, I did!
I learned how to balance
books on my head,
and how to walk on a log.
No, I mean haven't you
learned anything important?
Those are important!
Harold, you shouldn't be
embarrassed about losing
to a girl.
Especially, one who's better
at something and works
harder than you do.
I shouldn't?
No. You should only be
embarrassed at yourself
for acting so dumb,
and for being a crummy friend.
Patty, wait!
Just think about it, Harold.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it is my pleasure
to welcome you all
to the tenth annual Citywide
Arm-Wrestling Tournament.
I wonder if Harold's
gonna show up.
I reckon he wouldn't dare,
on account it would be
too dang humiliating.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Hey, look, there he is.
There's Harold.
Hey, Harold, you ready
to get whooped again?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Today's competition
will be a three-round
single elimination tournament.
Round one will begin
at the sound of the whistle.
On your mark, get set...
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
Yeah!
(INAUDIBLE)
It is now time
for our final round.
Harold Berman
versus Patty Smith.
The winner will be this year's
Citywide Champeen!
I guess this is it.
Yep.
Well, good luck, Patty.
And may the best man,
or girl, win.
Do you mean that, Harold?
Uh-huh.
I was thinking
about what you said,
and, well, you're right.
It doesn't matter
if I lose to a girl.
Especially, as good
a arm wrestler,
and as good a friend
as you, Patty.
Thanks, Harold.
No problem.
Now, look out,
'cause I'm gonna
give you my best game.
I look forward to it, Harold.
Okay then, here we go!
On three.
One, two,
three!
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(STRAINING)
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
Congratulations to
this year's Citywide
Arm-Wrestling Champeen,
Patty Smith!
Good job, Patty.
SID: Harold lost to Big Patty!
(LAUGHING)
Harold got beat by a girl.
So, what if I lost to a girl?
Patty's the best arm wrestler
in the whole city,
and she's my friend!
I'm proud to lose to her.
And, if anyone has
a problem with that,
I'll pound them!
BOTH: Ow!
Come on, Patty,
what do you say
you and me get out of here?
Maybe we can go see
that Shy Stallion movie.
I'd like that, Harold.