Hey Arnold Wiki

Class, I have

a very special announcement.

Tomorrow, after school,

we are receiving

a very special visitor,

Mr. Johnny Stitches.

The famous fashion designer

is coming to search

for a new model

for his junior kids' line.

(EXCITED CHATTER)

So, if you're interested

in auditioning,

make sure you wear

something special.

And come by the auditorium

immediately after school.

Oh, and sign up on this list.

(CHILDREN CHEERING)

(SCOFFS) Modeling.

What a joke!

What are you

talking about, Helga?

Modeling's about

fame and fortune.

Life in the fast lane.

Hello?

Modeling's about

starving yourself all day

wearing goofy clothes,

and walking up and down a ramp

like you're in

some kind of a freak show.

Whatever you say, Helga.

It's a waste of time, Geraldo.

Well, come on, Pheebs,

let's go throw rocks

in the river.

Um, yes, well, first I have

a small task to do though.

Oh, man, Phoebe,

how low can you go?

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

You're not gonna see

Helga G Pataki on a runway.

No stinkin' way.

That's enough, little girl.

Thank you.

I'm ever so thankful

you took the time to see me.

"Ever so thankful."

Oh, that's rich

and creamy, that is. Next!

Perfect!

If you had a stuck-up,

posh little debutante ball.

(SCOFFS) Oh, I never.

Well, now you have. Goodbye.

Tata, au revoir, ciao, baby.

Next! Mouse-y!

Hayseed

Seventies!

Hmm...

No.

(EUGENE GROANS)

Next!

This guy doesn't like anybody.

What's he looking for?

He's looking for

one of those

dope-y clone models,

you know, some airhead

who walks around like this.

Look at me, I'm a model.

There's no individuality.

There's no personality.

Show me something new!

I'm a super model.

I'm a super-duper model.

I haven't eaten in four weeks.

(KIDS LAUGHING)

Camille, look at

that weird girl.

(FRENCH ACCENT)

Supposed to be a bit,

how you say,

touched in the head.

Touched? She's brilliant.

That pink dress,

that whimsical hair,

that powerful eyebrow.

That's the girl I want.

That girl is it.

What are you

talking about, no?

Don't you understand?

No one ever refuses

to be Johnny Stitches'

new "It girl."

Yeah, well,

there's a first time

for everything, bucko!

Helga G Pataki

ain't nobody's chump.

You do realize,

you bratty little thing,

that you're turning down

fame, glamour, celebrity.

Big deal!

Trips around the world.

Who cares?

And lots and lots

of free stuff.

Free stuff?

As in stuff

that's handed to you

and you don't have to

pay for it.

And all I have to do is...

Sign this!

Now, here's

the game plan, Helga.

You watch how Camille

walks down the runway

and you copy her, got that?

Smashing. All right.

Camille, um,

show us your stuff.

(SIGHS)

Let's go, Ms. It girl,

it's your turn.

And now, smile.

(ALL LAUGHING)

It was brilliant.

I love it! Shocker!

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

JOHNNY: Work it. Work it.

Own it, baby.

Now, give me

that bad girl scowl.

What "bad girl scowl"?

That "Stuff it all,

I hate the world,

kiss my bum" scowl.

Hey, cool it, T-bag.

It's brilliant.

Oh, that's it.

Ooh, yummy.

Yeah, work it.

Work it. Shocker!

Reload and shoot more.

(GROWLS)

The new "It girl" look

is more than

a dress and a bow.

It's a scowling,

combative attitude

that is sweeping through

our schools, our cities,

even our revered talk shows.

(GASPS)

(SIGHS)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, we are just

so proud of you, Helga.

Oooh!

Look everybody,

can you believe it?

It's the "It girl."

You scowl, you snare,

you shake your fist,

and the crowd goes wild!

They love it!

They absolutely love it!

Oh, give it a rest, Revis!

The "It girl" snapped at me.

I love it! I love it!

You're amazing,

you're astounding,

you're on a rocket

to the moon!

(ALL CHEERING)

I simply can't get over it.

I hope she'll sign

my magazine.

Hey, Helga, how's it going?

It's fine, it's all going

just wonderfully fine.

I sneer and I scowl

and I shake my fist,

and all those fashion idiots

go wild. It's ridiculous.

Are you having any fun at all?

I got some free stuff.

A lifetime pass

to Dinoland? Not bad.

Arnold, I've been

sneaking into Dinoland

since I was seven.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Oh, it's probably Johnny,

he's the biggest pain

in the...

Can I have your autograph?

Shove off, toots!

(GASPS) The "It girl"

scowled at me

and pushed me.

I'll never wash

this arm again.

(GASPS)

The "It girl" snapped at me.

I love it! I love it!

The cute dress,

the nasty attitude,

You're amazing,

you're astounding,

you're on a rocket

to the moon!

(CHUCKLING) "A rocket

to the moon."

Dad, will you please

stop watching that tape?

Oh, I'm just

real proud of you, girl.

For what?

Well, for doing that scowl

and saying

those mean things, and

wearing that pink dress.

Bob, hello!

I've been scowling

and saying mean things

and wearing this dress

for years!

Well, it's finally payin' off.

But, Dad, I'm sick

of the whole thing.

I hate being the "It girl."

I've got no privacy,

the phone never stops ringing,

and everybody's

dressing exactly like me.

Oh, come on,

don't be ridiculous.

Not everybody's

dressing like you.

Look, everybody,

I'm the "It girl."

(SCREAMS)

Quit? You can't quit.

Look, Johnny, it's over, pal.

It was great

being the "It girl" and all,

but I'm out of here.

See you around.

Helga,

you silly nit,

you signed a contract.

Didn't you read

the fine print?

You're signed to me

for the next

three years, missy.

What?

Junior fashion week

begins Monday,

where I'll be presenting

my new spring line,

and you will be wearing it.

Oh, yeah? Well, I hate you!

I hate this stupid office!

I hate being the "It girl"!

And I hate those

creepy leather pants!

(EXCLAIMING EXCITEDLY)

That's bad.

You're so bad.

(GRUMBLING)

Well, see you

tomorrow, "It girl."

That little worm.

I'll make him wish

he never met Helga G Pataki.

He wants bad?

I'll give him bad.

(CROWD CHANTING "IT GIRL")

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CROWD CONTINUES

CHANTING "IT GIRL")

Uh-oh.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Out of my way, schmo.

Hey. Helga,

what are you doing?

Oh, just tearing

pictures of myself

out of this magazine,

crumpling them up,

and casually tossing them

over my shoulder.

And you're doing this because?

Because being

the "It girl"

really bites.

But, Helga,

everyone in the country

wants to be like you.

What's so bad about that?

What's so bad about it?

I'm trapped.

Everyone's running around

dressing like me,

acting like me,

walking like me!

Well, then,

why don't you just quit?

Don't you think I tried that?

I tried acting

as awful as I could,

so they'd fire me.

But, no. The worst I act,

the more they love it.

Why don't you try acting nice?

Here, at junior fashion week,

you can literally feel

the excitement

and anticipation

in the air. The question

on everyone's lips is,

what will

the "It girl" do next?

(CROWD CHANTING "IT GIRL")

After everyone

sees this new line,

I'll be the toast

of the whole bloody

fashion world.

Let's see that

bad girl stuff now.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(GASPS)

What the devil is she doing?

I love you all.

You've all been

so wonderful to me.

I just want to hug

each and every one of you.

Guys, tell me

this is not happening.

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES WICKEDLY)

A shocker here,

at the Junior Miss

fashion show.

Johnny Stitches' "It girl"

seems to have lost her "It."

Instead, the hot story

is over on runway 5.

The "Hat girl."

(CROWD CHANTING "HAT GIRL")

I'm ruined. Ruined.

The "It girl" is fired!

Tear up her contract.

Bollocks!

Hey, Helga.

Looks like

everything worked out

the way you wanted.

Yup. Johnny tore up

my contract.

I'm free as a bird.

You know,

it's funny that people

could hate you so much

just for acting

nice and polite.

Well, I'll tell ya,

football head,

it's a funny world.

Personally, I thought

you were great up there.

It's the first time

I ever saw you,

well, being nice.

I liked it.

You did?

Yeah. Why can't you

act nice like that

all the time?

Arnold, Arnold, Arnold.

I can't do that. I'm mean

and nasty and insensitive.

That's just who I am.

That's what makes me special.

Whatever you say, Helga.

You got it. Whatever I say.

Now, get out of my way,

football head!

Are you the "Hat girl"?