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JEWELER: Here's your newly

inscribed locket, Ms. Pataki.

"Arnold, my soul.

"You're always

in my heart.

"Love, Helga G. Pataki."

Oh!

And remember, if you so much

as speak a word about

this locket to anyone,

you'll be wearing

your tongue

for a necktie.

Uh, that'll be $19...

95.

Arnold, my soul.

You are always

in my heart.

Love, Helga G. Pataki.

Ew, out of my way,

you filthy pig.

(SNIFFING)

Arnold!

Oh, dear sweet Arnold.

Fortuna has blessed me

with this chance

to hold your likeness

in my hand,

while I spy at

your actual,

beautiful face.

You're so close,

and yet so far,

fate is so...

(GASPS)

(SQUEALING)

What an interesting

specimen.

Talking about me

again, Pookie?

Oh, you remembered!

Yup. Remembered what?

Our anniversary,

you silly goose.

Oh yes, that.

Oh, what

a beautiful picture

of our grandson.

Well, I'm off to

raise the Titanic.

This is the most

wonderful gift.

Oh, Arnold,

you look so handsome.

What?

Oh, Arnold.

Look what your grandma

gave me for

our anniversary.

A picture of me?

Sure is, I love it.

It celebrates my deep

affection for you,

my favorite grandson.

But this clasp here

sure is bedeviling.

Grandpa, I bet Grandma

meant to put

a picture of herself

in the locket.

Don't you think?

Well, I guess

that would make sense.

But then again,

your grandma has,

shall we say,

her own way

of doing things.

Anyway, I love

having your picture

around my neck,

and one day I even

hope to open this

darn clasp here.

MAN: I don't know

nothing about that.

Yoo-hoo, fellas!

Look what I have!

A great new locket

with Arnold's picture

in it!

(SIGHS) Grandpa!

If he opens that locket,

he'll see the inscription

and then tell Arnold!

No, I can't even

think about it!

I have to get

that locket back!

Now, I know this opens

somehow!

What the

Helen of Troy is that?

(GROANS)

Oh, ho! It's only

you, Abner.

Oh, you bottom-feeding

little imp!

(CHUCKLES)

Never a dull moment, Arnold.

Never a dull moment.

(SIGHS)

Okay, that didn't work.

But I can't give up!

I must get that locket!

(SQUEALING)

Oh, no!

Come on, Arnold.

Let's go outside

and get some fresh air.

Hey, Mr. Green.

Look what I have!

A beautiful locket

with Arnold's

picture in it.

Yoo-hoo! Mrs. Vitello.

Look!

He's so handsome in it.

Arnold locket,

over here!

What, no takers?

Okay, then, Arnold.

I'll sit here

and read you

the headlines,

from the National Inspirer.

Hmm. Let's see.

This magnet will

attract the locket,

I'll pull it off

the old man's neck,

and he'll never

even know what happened.

(CHUCKLES)

"Two-foot baby

born with three-foot beard."

Ooh, look,

there's pictures!

Bingo!

Well, what do you

know, Elvis...

(CHOKING)

Ow!

(SQUEALS)

Yuck!

Okay, the magnet

didn't work.

I must get

that locket back.

What the heck was

that all about?

(SQUEALING)

Oh, to be young,

pink and in a hurry.

Grandpa, do you have

to tell everyone

all that stuff?

What stuff?

About the locket.

I really think

you have the wrong picture.

Oh, I don't think so.

Seriously, Grandpa.

If you saw the locket

with Grandma's picture in it,

I bet you'd like it

much better.

But I love

my Arnold locket.

Oh, I plan on

wearing it 24/7.

"24/7"? What's that mean?

Twenty-four hours, seven days

a week.

Yeesh! You're behind

the times.

I have to get that locket

from him and put

Grandma's picture in it.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(MUMBLING)

Good! The old prune

is out like a light.

Now all I gotta do is

sneak over, take the locket,

I'm home-free.

(GASPS)

(WHISPERS)

Arnold!

(SNORING)

(MUMBLING)

Side of fries...

(MUMBLES)

Keep 'em coming.

HELGA: This is a nightmare!

Now I have to go

steal the locket

from Arnold!

Why won't it open?

I'll go downstairs

and get some pliers.

Grr!

Hmm, where's

that locket?

I bet it's around

here somewhere.

Ooh, look, a dollar!

(CHUCKLES)

Ow!

Oh, there you are, you!

(KISSES)

Come here,

you dear sweet locket.

Oh, welcome back.

Say, let's go celebrate.

(MUFFLED SHRIEKS)

What the...

Grandpa.

Guess he really

wanted that locket back.

Hey, where's my dollar?

This is a double

freaking nightmare!

Okay, calm down.

Just gotta come up

with a plan.

Something that's

brilliant and foolproof.

Good day.

My name is Bernard Flatts.

I'm a rich antique

art collector,

and I'm looking to rent

a room in a boardinghouse

in this neighborhood.

Oh, boardinghouse, huh?

Boardinghouse...

Well, there's one

on the next block,

it's very nice,

and I know of another

one around the corner...

Hey, wait a minute.

This is a boardinghouse

in this neighborhood!

Come on in,

my name's Phil.

Can I offer you

a loosemeat sandwich?

No, no.

No, thank you.

Say, that's a quite

nice locket you have.

What, this?

Oh, why, thank you.

Oh, I'm very, very

fond of it, you know.

Uh, a locket like that

could be worth

a nice pile of money.

(GASPS) Really?

Oh, yes. Thousands

and thousands.

A locket with my

wonderful grandson

Arnold's picture on it

worth thousands

of dollars?

Oh, I'm over the moon!

Would you mind

if I had a closer look?

Well, no,

I don't see why not.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You're a real expert,

right?

Oh, yes, definitely.

I'm definitely

an expert.

What the heck

was that?

I'll ask the questions

around here.

Ahem. May I please

just see the locket?

Well, uh, okay.

Could you... I...

So, is it worth thousands?

Is it priceless?

Am I rich?

What do you think?

Uh, I think...

I'm outta here!

(LAUGHS)

So long, sucker!

Why, you!

Ow!

Ho-ho, got ya!

You two-timing,

swindling thief,

imposter of a charlatan!

That locket's just

a cheap piece of junk!

It's worth nothing.

Oh, yeah?

Well, so are you!

And you forgot

your mustache!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Okay, so maybe that's it.

Maybe I'll never

get the locket back.

It's not that bad.

I can live without it.

So my deep, dark

secret is revealed

and my life is

an open book

and my love for Arnold

becomes public knowledge,

and I'm ridiculed,

mocked, taunted

and jeered at.

What's so bad about that?

I can live without it.

What was I thinking?

Live without it,

that's crazy talk!

I have got to get

that locket back now!

ARNOLD: Grandpa,

I don't like you

wearing that locket.

It's embarrassing

and weird.

Interesting, but how

do you really feel?

I really think

Grandma's picture should

be in the locket instead.

All right, Arnold,

if it really bugs you

that much,

I'll make a deal with you.

I'll wear Grandma's picture

in the locket for one day,

and we'll see

how it goes. Deal?

Deal.

Oh, damn it, this

stupid clasp...

I'm gonna open this

if it's the last thing I do.

Arnold, we're going

to the basement.

It's time to apply

the major hardware.

(GASPS)

Well, let's get

started, Arnold.

Pliers, hand saw,

t-square,

compass, soda...

Sander, router, phaser,

sandwich...

Yeah, that's it.

Well, short man,

the wall's empty.

ARNOLD: What about that one?

Oh, that?

That's my grandpa's

shishka-bob stick.

No one's touched that

since his last barbecue,

July 16, 1926.

I have a feeling

that's exactly

what we need.

A barbecue?

No. The shishka-bob

stick.

Okay, I'll hold

the locket

and you try

to pry it open.

GRANDPA: We did it!

Ahh! I'm blind!

ARNOLD: Grandpa,

the lights went out.

GRANDPA: Ah!

The lights went out.

And I'm blind!

ARNOLD: I'll find

the circuit breaker.

GRANDPA: Yes, Arnold,

be my eye.

Oh, ho-ho!

I can see again!

It's a miracle.

Hey, wait.

Where the heck's

my locket?

Arnold, did you take it?

No.

Well, we're the only

two down here.

I know, maybe

Abner took it.

Maybe, but do you think

Abner could also

turn off the lights?

Yes, yes I do.

Come on, Grandpa.

Yeah, you're right.

That stupid pig's smart,

but probably not

that smart.

Must be around

here somewhere.

Maybe I dropped it.

Or someone took it!

Grandpa, who would

care so much about it

that they'd come up

with a plan to steal it?

Probably someone

who's nuts.

(SIGHS) Well, I guess

it's lost forever.

I got an idea, Grandpa.

Why don't I make you

another locket?

I could put

Grandma's picture in it.

GRANDPA: Well, okay.

But instead of your grandma,

could it be a picture

of Hedy Lamarr?

Sure.

No, wait.

How about

a picture of a big

roast beef sandwich?

No, wait!

A picture of Hedy Lamarr

eating a roast beef

sandwich!

ARNOLD: Grandpa.

At last!

I've got it!

My nightmare

is over!

Oh, my sweet boy!

I'm so glad you're back!

Never again will

I allowest you

out of my grasp!

(GASPS)

Come back here,

you filthy pig!

Come back! Come back!

(SQUEALS)