(set up: Arnold has just told Grandpa that he's qualified for the NZ Jr. Games team) Grandpa: Ah, this brings back memories! Arnold: What, did you compete in it? Grandpa: No, but your dad did. During his time off from his travelling doctor job, young man, your dad competed in the very first race. Arnold: How'd he get in? Grandpa: During his time off from the job, he entered a qualifying tournament for the games. Still don't understand how he managed to make it. Arnold: Well, how'd he do in New Zealand? Grandpa: Not bad. A respectable 3rd... from last. Arnold: Whoa. Grandpa: Anyways, while it was all about some American named Ray and some local guy named Chester, I also kept an eye on your dad. On bikes, in canoes, in the roller disco, and in downhill skiing. ... To be quite honest, I don't think he was really good in any of them, well, except maybe canoeing. After Chester and Ray came in, it took about an hour for him to show up. Arnold: Well, we're going to go Down Under and show everyone else how we do things up here. Grandpa: Those guys won't know what hit them, will they? Let's hope we don't come home empty handed this time. Grandma? You take care of the rent... I'm taking care of Arnold. Arnold: So you're going to coach the team? Grandpa: You could say that. Arnold: This is going to be cool... thanks, Grandpa. (set up: Team Sunset, with Phil as coach, lands in New Zealand) Gerald: Wow, this place is neat! Ray: Sure is. Phil: Say, what's your name? Ray: Ray Rocket. Phil: The guy from the first race, right?... Just call me Phil. Ray: I don't recall ever running against you... Phil: Well, you might remember my son Miles?... The dancing wreck? Ray: Ah, him... Phil: Well, this is his kid Arnold. Those are his friends Gerald, Phoebe, and Sid. Say, what's with the winner's medal? I remember you finished second... Ray: Oh, that I did. First place got disqualified though, over something about a shortcut... Well, I see you got yourself a team of weirdos here. All ready to compete? (all cheer) Ray: My kids Otto and Reggie have a team, too, they're over there... (points to a boy and a girl skating in a half-pipe made of dirt) Otto's the defending champ. Okay, so's his sister... they tied last year. Arnold: Hey, let's check this out. Ray: I've been told that Otto's the favorite to win. With Reg as 2nd favorite. Phil: No surprises there, huh? Well, they'll have to beat my Arnold first. Ray: Shouldn't be too hard, Phil... You know what they say, "like father, like son"? Phil: Except Arnold's my *grand*son. So amen to that!... (thumbs his suspenders) Ray: ... You do know I was talking about Miles, right? Phil (lets go of suspenders): Eh? (over to the dirt half-pipe... Otto does a 540, Reggie follows) Gerald: What's up with him? He's not that good. Arnold: Yeah, but he thinks he is. He's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, if you know what I mean... Gerald: Yeah, but look at the girl, she's so hot! Arnold: ... I hope you were talking about her skating moves there, Gerald... Gerald: Uh, yeah. (set up: Team Sunset are preparing for the first race... Otto comes by) Arnold: Hey, watch where you're going! Otto: Sorry, didn't see you there. Otto Rocket. A: Arnold, Team Sunset. I hear you're the defending champ along with your sis, right? O: Yeah, that's her over there. (points to Reg) A: Oh, she's good. Must be a big pain living with such a showoff... O: Well, not really, we get along just fine. Reg (coming over): Our dad's famous actually, for the winning the very first race. Okay, he actually came in second, but just last year, he discovered that he'd been cheated, so he got his title back. A: Yeah, yeah, we heard that already. Well, we're going to be famous for beating your team, right guys? (Otto notices Arnold's teammates) O: I see you got yourself a bunch of mugs. Gerald (overhearing): "Mugs"? I've heard my share of slang and I still don't know what you're talking about. Sammy (coming over): Uh, in New Zealand, "mug" means "shoobie". Picked up that term last time we were here. G: "Shoobie"? ... That sure doesn't sound good... O: Well, see you at the finish line. I'll be the one wearing the crown!... (rides away) Well, if my sis lets me borrow it anyway. A: Well, we got a race to run. Phoebe, what's the plan? Phoebe: (pulls out a map) Okay, the mountain bike course is pretty simple. Except for this tight turn here, if you come around it too fast, you'll fall off. Got it? All: Got it. P: Oh, almost forgot, the race begins with something called "zorbing". G: Uh, Phoebe, I think I've had enough slang for one day... What is it, anyway? P: I don't know, but I think it involves those plastic bubbles over there. (points to them) Sid: I see the race coordinator, maybe he'll explain... RC: Zorbs are like big plastic bubbles. So moving is simple. Lean forward and roll. When you reach the bottom, you'll exit your zorb and continue the race on your bikes. Any questions? Sid: Yeah. (yells) Are you out of your mind?! RC: Relax. It's a new sport. Sid: (mocking) It's a new sport... Yeah, right! (set up: Team Sunset has finished the zorbing section) Gerald: You go ahead. I'm going to check on Sid. (walks over to Sid) Can you ride? Sid (paranoid): AAAH! Tell me when it's over! Gerald: It's over... better head for the bikes. (they head for the bikes... meanwhile Ray and Phil are watching the race from afar) Phil: Arnold and Otto are in front. Got to admit, Otto's no pushover... Ray: That's the defending Prince Waikikamukau you're talking about. Phil: Wha?... Ray: Oh, that's what they call the individual title winner. Phil: Hey, Reggie's not so far behind either. Ray: That's the defending *Princess* Waikikamukau. The first-ever, actually. Phil: Well, they certainly take after their mother. Ray: Actually, just me and Tito. Phil: Tito? Ray: Works at my surfing gear shop back home. Wanna meet him? Here he comes now with a bunch of sandwiches from the buffet table. (set up: Arnold's won the bike race) Ray: What the...?! Phil: That's the next... individual title winner they're cheering for. Ray: Well, it's just the first race, gramps. (leaves) Phil (at Ray): Well, you're not so young yourself! Phoebe: Way to go! Gerald: Otto totally got it there, didn't he? Sid: Wow, now that was skill. Phil: What a move! Phoebe: Check it out, our combined times put us in first place! Way to go! Phil: Let's grab our stuff and head back to camp. Gerald: You gotta be tired after all that, Arnold. Want me to get your stuff? Arnold: Sure, Gerald. Phil: If you keep this up, you'll win the whole thing, got that? ... Good. (Phil walks away with Arnold) Phoebe: Well, what about us? Gerald: He didn't mean anything by it, Feebs. Everybody did great. Phoebe: Yeah? Well, it seems the only win he's interested in is Arnold's! (set up: bus to next race... Sid sees a car pass by on the "wrong" side) Sid (yells): HEY! Arnold: What's with you Sid? It's just a car... Sid: On the wrong side of the road?!? Arnold: Relax. That's how they drive here. Phoebe: Yeah, not every country drives on the right side of the road like we do. Many countries drive on the left, like England, Australia... and of course, New Zealand. Sid: So people here think right is left and left is right? This must be some confusing country we're in. Arnold: It's just the way they drive. Get used to it... Sid: Don't know if I can... (set up: towards the end of dirtboarding race) Phil: Hey, where's Arnold? Ray: You *do* see that's Otto out in front, right? Phil: ... No. (Phoebe and Otto tie for first) Ray: Hey! (as the rest cross the line) Sid: Boy howdy, you made it! Gerald: Yeah. You rock! Phoebe: Thanks, guys! Arnold: It's nice that you won the race and all... but there's a problem with that. Phoebe: What? Arnold (rather frustrated): How about that I didn't win because of that? Huh? Phoebe: C'mon, don't blame me... (set up: later on, after he talks with Phil) Arnold: See, Phoebe? Now Grandpa's getting frustrated at me... (walks off) Gerald: Hey Arnold! Wait up! (runs after Arnold) Phoebe: What's with Phil? I tied for first, so shouldn't I be getting some *attention* as well?... Sid: Well, that's what I'm giving you right now. Phoebe: Oh, shut up. (set up: it's the night before the windsurfing race... Phil and Phoebe are watching the "haka") Phil: Look at these dancers, don't you think they're amazing? Phoebe: Yeah. It's called the "haka", a traditional Maori dance celebrating the spirit of competition. Phil: Huh?... Anyways, I think I know why you're upset. Phoebe: You do? Phil: Sure, you're worried about Arnold, right? Phoebe: Not exactly... Phil: Arnold's not in the best of moods today since he fell behind. Personally, I think it's good to get a little behind. Make him work harder, you know? Phoebe: That's not exactly the point... Phil: Listen, Phoebe. You know Arnold. He's competitive and he doesn't like to lose. Phoebe: Well, everyone else on the team is... so what? Phil: Well, it's great that you're worrying about Arnold, but he's going to be just fine. (Phil walks off) Phoebe (to herself): Gee. What about us? (Phoebe walks off) (set up: short scene before windsurfing) Phoebe: Listen, Arnold. I'm sorry about... Arnold: Phoebe, you don't have to apologize for what happened in the dirtboard race. Just don't cost me another win again today, okay? Phoebe: Uh, Arnold... that wasn't what I'm sorry for. Arnold: Huh? Phoebe: I was going to apologize for your little incident, but as far as the race goes, I'm *not* sorry at all. Arnold: You're *not*? OK, this is getting a bit frustrating here... (the team joins up with Phil, who's checking everyone's gear... after he's finished...) Phil: Okay. Just wanted to make sure. Arnold: Can we just race now? Phil: Okay, young man. Anyways, we're all behind you, especially Phoebe here. We had a good talk last night and she's really pulling for you, right?... Well, let's go get 'em. Phoebe: ...Hey! (set up: during the windsurfing race, Arnold is somewhat behind Otto and Phoebe... but Phil's binoculars are *still* pointing at Arnold) Phil: Arnold, get it up! Get it up! (Otto and Phoebe pass marker #6 of 6, and Phoebe takes the lead) Phoebe: Yeah! (back on shore) Phil: You're still behind, Arnold... come on!... Ray: So someone on your team's in the lead... and you're cheering for some other lagger on the team. Yeah, right, Phil. Phil: Oh, shut up. (Tito shows up eating a vegemite sandwich... what else? ;-) ) Tito: You *do* still remember last year, right, Ray?... Ray: ...Oh yeah... (Phil hears a splash, and turns to where Phoebe was) Phil: Good gravy, someone fell off their board!... (now it's down to Otto and Arnold) Otto: You're going down, Arnold!... Arnold: Not if I can... HEY! (Arnold crashes into Phoebe and her board) Phoebe: OW! Arnold: Phoebe... you *really* have to stop ruining the race for me... Phil: Ouch! I hope she's not hurt. Arnold: Look, Otto just beat me again! Sid: Boy howdy, this is *not* cool. This is *so* not cool. (Feebs finishes dead last... after the race, the team talk isn't going so well) Arnold (frustrated): Listen, Gerald, I only have one win from the bikes, and your little accident didn't exactly help things either, Phoebe. It's getting a bit frustrating, you know that? Phoebe: Why don't you stop blaming everyone else? Arnold: Well, your little accident *did* happen to block me, didn't it? Gerald: Relax, you still got a chance and the team's doing fine... Arnold: So?... Gerald: And it's not like you have to win this thing anyway... Arnold: But I *do* have to win this thing... Personally, I think you're just a mug... You got that, Gerald? A mug! (walks off) Gerald: A mug? ... Hey!... (runs after Arnold) Phoebe: (sighs) Unbelievable. (Phil comes over to Phoebe) Phil: Hey, you all right? What happened out there? Phoebe: What? Did you notice? Phil: Of course I did, Arnold lost that race because of your little accident. Phoebe: Oh? Then I don't want to talk about it right now... Just leave me alone!... (Phoebe runs into her hut or whatever and shuts the door) Phil: Must be a bit dazed from the hit. Probably needs to rest anyway. (set up: later that night... Phoebe's sitting on a log on a beach... Phil comes over) Phoebe: You know, New Zealand is the first place to see the sunrise. Grandpa: Really? Fascinating. ... Say, I heard you get up. Race doesn't start for a few hours. Phoebe: Don't worry, I'm sure Arnold will be on time. Grandpa: What's on your mind? Phoebe: Well... how about you not caring for the rest of the team? Grandpa: What are you talking about? Phoebe: "Ready to go, Arnold?", "Go get 'em, short man", and all that. Weren't you even *listening* the night before? *This* is what I'm upset about. Grandpa: Wha? Oh, that. ... Well, I guess you're right about that... Yeah, I've been, uh... Phoebe: Giving your attention to Arnold, right? Grandpa: Yeah, but I didn't mean to. Uh, it's just that, um, he's like, family. Phoebe: Well, he *is* family. Grandpa: Yeah, well, that's the point. But what I also meant is, I didn't, um... Phoebe: You didn't mean to ignore everyone else... right? Grandpa: Uh, yeah. I guess I was playing, um... Phoebe: Favorites. Grandpa: Yeah, that's it. ... Well, I guess I'm sorry. (Phoebe hugs Grandpa) Grandpa: Eww. Well, you're not the only person who needs to hear that. Now excuse me while I go wash myself. (set up: it's the morning after the scene on the log... Team Sunset is packing their gear for the final race, well, except for Phoebe, who's just come in) Phoebe: Uh, guys? Arnold: (sighs) Phoebe, this better be good... Phoebe: Last night, I was talking with your grandpa... and I have something to admit. I know you won't like it though... Gerald: OK, drop the bomb already. Phoebe: You do remember my little accident during windsurfing, right? Arnold: Wait a minute... you *jumped* off? (Phoebe shakes her head yes) Arnold: But why? You didn't *want* me to win? Phoebe: Not as much as I wanted to get back at Phil. Arnold: Grandpa? For what? Phoebe: Ignoring me. And the rest of the team. Arnold: Well, it ruined the windsurfing race for me, you think that was worth it?! Phoebe: What really blows is... You're right. Arnold: Huh? I am? Phoebe: Yeah. Not only did I ruin the race for you, Arnold, but more importantly, I ruined it for the whole team. Guess I should apologize for that. Arnold: Well ... consider it forgiven. ... And I guess I should apologize to Gerald for calling him a mug. Guess I got a bit too frustrated there, huh? Gerald: Hey, it's no big deal. Arnold: Listen. You do have to realize that we are *not* just another team out there. We're friends. And that's what makes us better. Gerald: No, it makes us more like Team Rocket, that's what. Arnold: OK, well, that too, but what I really mean to say is, we should pull together right here, and right now. You do the math. Phoebe: Now that you mention math... last night I was also tabulating the results from the first three races... Gerald: No time for that Feebs, we're supposed to get on a helicopter for the final race, and they depart in 5 minutes. Phoebe: You're right. So, any last words before we go? (Sid woogies repeatedly) Arnold: Whoa Sid. Where did you pick *that* up? Sid (smug): Team Rocket. Where else? (on the helicopter) Phoebe: OK, now where was I? Gerald: You were talking race results, remember? Phoebe: Oh yeah. ... We're in second place right now. But if we can all finish with a good combined time, we could still win. Sid: Uh, we *all* have to finish with a good time? ... And what about that title Arnold seems to care about? Huh? Phoebe: Actually, I've taken care of that detail too. Otto has one win and a tie. You have one win, Arnold, so you win this race and you'll have 2. On the other hand, I have a tie, so if I win this race I'll tie for first. Gerald: (sighs) Do you *always* think for yourself, Feebs? Arnold: Well, if the team takes home the win, I'm fine with that. (set up: just before the snowboarding race) Arnold: Hey, Grandpa. Grandpa: I have something to say... and I'd like the rest of the team to hear it too. (the rest of the team come in) Grandpa: Listen. Last night me and Phoebe had a little talk and... uh... well, let's just cut to the chase. I want you to do as good as you can. Not just Arnold, but... you know... Well, not that I don't care about you, uh... Phoebe: We get it, gramps... Grandpa: Well, I see that the race starts soon, so you better get going. (team leaves) Grandpa: Think that went okay? Arnold: To tell the truth... not really. (set up: snowboarding race) Gerald: Wow, you're all on fire! Sid: On fire? Where?! Gerald: I mean, you're all doing great. Sid: Oh. (Arnold goes off a jump, followed by Phoebe, then Sid... each lets out a woo-hoo upon their jumps) (Arnold's in the lead, however...) Phoebe (through helmet): Uh, Arnold, I think something's wrong with Sid's knee... Arnold: Oh great. First Phoebe, now Sid... (goes back to investigate... Sid has tripped over a rock) Sid: Ow, who put that rock over there?... Arnold: Never mind that! You okay to board? Sid: Uh, I think someone's gonna have to drag me in... Arnold: And someone's gotta win the individual title. Phoebe, you go. Phoebe: Huh? Sid: Hey Arnold, you're supposed to win that title. You know that... Arnold: Not anymore. This is for the team. Everyone has to finish, and I'm the only one on the team who can drag Sid in, and... well, I see Otto coming, so you better go now, Phoebe. (Phoebe takes off as Otto passes them) Arnold: Go Phoebe! (Gerald comes over) Gerald: Hey, how's Sid going to board with a bad knee? Arnold: I'm going to have to ride backwards, so Gerald, you tell me what's ahead, and Sid, just lean on me. Sid: What?!? Arnold: Oh, just do it! Sid: Okay... (He does so... the rest take off) (set up: Arnold and Sid nearing a fork in the course... they're supposed to go right) Sid: Which way do we go again? Arnold: Right... why? Sid: In New Zealand, right is left, right? Arnold (confused): Huh?... Sid: We got to go left. It's right. Arnold (annoyed): Oh, Sid, just follow me!... Sid: Oh, fine... (set up: towards the end of the snowboarding race... Otto think he has it made, until he hears Phoebe coming up real fast) Phoebe: Out of my way, bucko!... (Phoebe zips by Otto, sending him to the side) Otto: What the?! (Phoebe crosses the line in first for the win in the snowboard race... and a share of the individual title) Phoebe: Yeah... I made it! (Arnold and Sid cross the line, soon followed by Gerald) Arnold: Woo-hoo! Gerald: Man, that was a blast! Sid: Boy howdy, it sure was. Arnold: Well done... How does it feel to win the title? Phoebe: As you would say, real cool. (later... the awards ceremony) Race Chairman: And now, the ribbon for the winning team, Team Sunset. (Team Sunset accept their prize) Chairman: Once again, we have a tie for this year's individual title. First up is, Otto Rocket, Team Rocket... (Otto comes up) Chairman: And 2nd up is, Phoebe... uh, how do I read this again?... Oh, she's from Team Sunset. (Phoebe comes out... the chairman gives them their medals...) Phoebe: Wow, a winner's medal! Cool... (...and a crown) Chairman: I present to you, the crown of Waikikamukau. (Otto puts the crown on Phoebe's head) Otto: You really had me out there, Phoebe. Phoebe: Oh, you can just call me Feebs. Chairman: Ladies and gentlemen, the Prince and Princess of Waikikamukau. (set up: after they're back home) Sid: Ah, just glad to be back home where right is right and left is left. Arnold: How about we start training for next year tomorrow? Phoebe: ... I'll think about that. (Grandpa is carrying a bag) Arnold: Say, what's in the bag? Grandpa: Let me introduce the Sunset Arms to the wonders of... (opens bag) vegemite. (all laugh... and that's it!)