The Magic School Bus

SEAT BELTS, EVERYONE!

PLEASE LET THIS BE A NORMAL FIELD TRIP.

WITH THE FRIZZ? NO WAY!

WA-HA-HA-HOO!

TAKE THAT!

WHOA!

OOH! I HATE THE COLD!

COLD IS FOR WOLVES AND POLAR BEARS, NOT KIDS. RIGHT, ARNOLD?

RIGHT, ARNOLD?

NO. I LIKE THE COLD BECAUSE IT MEANS WE GET...

HOT COCOA!

I'LL SAVE YOU A SEAT.

ONE HOT COCOA, PLEASE.

HELLO?

MS. FRIZZLE?

IT'S MY WEEK ON CAFETERIA DUTY, ARNOLD.

ONE MARSHMALLOW OR TWO?

TWO, PLEASE.

LIZ? MARSHMALLOWS, PLEASE.

OOH, CAREFUL, ARNOLD.

AS MY GREAT-GRANDFATHER NICHOLAS USED TO SAY,

"HO HO HO HO!

IT CAN HURT A LOT WHEN THE MUG GETS HOT."

MMM-MMM.

I'D GO TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH FOR THIS DRINK.

HMM. WHAT A PROVOCATIVE IDEA.

MMM...

NOT TOO HOT NOW. JUST LOVELY AND WARM.

HEY, ARN.

HI, ARNOLD. GREAT HOT COCOA TODAY.

WANDA, SAVING A SEAT DOES NOT MEAN

GIVING IT TO HARRY ARM.

HEE HEE! YESIREE!

UH, THE BEAUTIFUL THING ABOUT HOT COCOA

IS THAT IT CAN BE ENJOYED ANYWHERE.

WANT TO SIT OVER THERE?

BY THAT BROKEN WINDOW? NO WAY!

BRR! IT'S TOO COLD OVER THERE.

HUMPH! NOT WHEN YOU HAVE HOT COCOA.

MMM.

OH, AT LAST YOU'RE MINE!

IT'S COLD!

WHERE DID ALL THE HOT GO?

HA HA! I THOUGHT HE'D NEVER ASK.

HA HA HA!

Wanda: YOU HAD TO ASK, DIDN'T YOU, ARNOLD?

YOU KNOW I HATE THE COLD.

I JUST WANTED TO KNOW WHERE THE HEAT IN MY HOT COCOA WENT.

A BURNING QUESTION, ARNOLD,

AND WHAT BETTER PLACE TO STUDY HEAT

THAN THE LAND OF ICE AND COLD?

YOU MEAN WE'RE IN THE ARCTIC?

EXACTLY.

THE--THE ARCTIC?

THAT'S ONE OF THE COLDEST PLACES ON THE EARTH!

AT MY OLD SCHOOL, WE WORE JACKETS WHEN IT WAS COLD.

JACKETS! OF COURSE! HA HA HA!

WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?

UH, MS. FRIZZLE, AREN'T THESE A LITTLE THIN FOR THE ARCTIC?

WELL, LET'S SEE WHAT ELSE WE HAVE IN STOCK.

WOOL JACKETS?

NOPE.

DOWN-FILLED PARKAS?

ON ORDER.

SHEEPSKIN FLIGHT JACKETS?

OUT OF STOCK.

Kids: MS. FRIZZLE, LOOK OUT!

WHOOPSIE!

COME ON, BUS. DO YOUR STUFF.

THE ENGINE'S FROZEN.

AND THE HEATER'S COOLING DOWN ALREADY.

I KNEW IT. WE'VE BEEN FRIZZLED AGAIN.

I HEARD THAT, TIM...

AND I LIKE IT.

OH, BAD! OH, BAD! OH, BAD, BAD, BAD!

KEESHA, SHUT THE WINDOW.

YOU'RE LETTING ALL THE HEAT OUT.

ACCORDING TO MY RESEARCH,

THE ARCTIC TEMPERATURE CAN DROP TO 100 DEGREES BELOW ZERO!

ARNOLD, YOU GOT US INTO THIS!

AND I'M GOING TO GET YOU OUT.

HOW? HOW?

HEH HEH. I WAS HOPING YOU WOULDN'T ASK ME THAT.

UH-OH. LOOKS LIKE SOME OF US ARE LOSING HEAT

FASTER THAN OTHERS.

THAT'S RIGHT. LIZ IS COLD-BLOODED.

SHE GETS MOST OF HER HEAT FROM OUTSIDE HER BODY.

LOOK! I THINK SHE'S TRYING TO POINT TO SOMETHING.

DON'T WORRY, LIZ. I'M WARM-BLOODED.

MY HEAT IS YOUR HEAT.

MAYBE SHE WAS POINTING AT THIS TRUNK.

HEY!

EXCUSE ME!

ALL RIGHT! SKI GOGGLES!

OOH, NOT QUITE, RALPHIE.

THESE AREN'T SKI GOGGLES. THEY'RE HEAT PEEPERS.

All: HEAT PEEPERS?

WHAT DO THEY DO?

WHOA!

IS IT JUST ME, OR DID MS. FRIZZLE GET FRIZZIER?

THAT'S NOT HAIR, RALPHIE.

IT'S SOME KIND OF STUFF MOVING AWAY FROM HER BODY.

IF THAT'S THE CASE,

THEN MOVING HEAT MEANS LOSING HEAT.

AND IT'S GOING FAST!

IT'S GOING RIGHT OUT OF THE BUS.

Wanda: AND OUT INTO THE C-C-C-COLD.

KEESHA, OH, PLEASE KEEP THE WINDOW SHUT!

NOW I UNDERSTAND!

THAT'S WHERE THE HEAT IN MY COCOA WENT--

OUT THE TOP AND THROUGH THE METAL MUG.

OOH! YOU GOT IT, ARNOLD.

HEAT IS ALWAYS ON THE MOVE. BRR!

AND IT'S MOVING OUT OF OUR BODIES.

WE NEED TO FIND A HEAT SOURCE.

MAYBE THERE'S A HEATER OR SOMETHING IN HERE.

HEY! WOOD!

WE CAN MAKE A FIRE!

WAY TO GO, ARNOLD!

WHEN YOU'RE HOT, YOU'RE HOT.

OOH! THAT'S MUCH BETTER.

YAY! WARM AT LAST!

BUT FOR HOW LONG?

AS LONG AS THE WOOD HOLDS OUT, WHICH WON'T BE MUCH LONGER.

WHENEVER I'VE GOT A TOUGH PROBLEM TO SOLVE,

I BREAK UP THE OLD BRAIN CELLS

WITH A CUP OF HOT LEMON WATER TEA.

HMM. THAT GIVES ME AN IDEA.

WHAT ABOUT BREAKING UP THE WOODEN TRUNK IN THE BUS

AND USING IT FOR MORE FIREWOOD?

HOT IDEA! LET'S STOKE THE OAK!

STAND BACK!

HOT WATER BOTTLES! WAIT A MINUTE.

HEY, YOU GUYS!

ANYBODY WANT A HEAT SOURCE?

DYNAMIC DEDUCTION, CARLOS.

HOLD THEM OPEN.

WHOA! LOOK AT ALL THAT HEAT

GOING INTO THE HOT WATER BOTTLE!

HEY! I CAN FEEL THE HEAT MOVING INTO MY BODY!

HMM. IF WE CAN MOVE THE HEAT

FROM THE FIRE INTO THE HOT WATER BOTTLES...

THEN WHAT IF WE MOVE THE HOT WATER BOTTLES ONTO THE BUS ENGINE?

THE HEAT WILL MOVE FROM THE BOTTLES ONTO THE ENGINE,

AND IT WILL START. VROOM!

AND ONCE IT STARTS...

WE'RE OUT OF HERE!

Kids: YIKES!

Wanda: TOO LATE! THE BUS IS ALREADY OUT OF HERE...

AND SO ARE PHOEBE AND RALPHIE!

All: RALPHIE! PHOEBE!

All: COME BACK!

WE CAN'T!

IS IT JUST ME, OR ARE WE FLOATING AWAY?

AT MY OLD SCHOOL, WE NEVER GOT STRANDED ON ICE FLOES.

FIRST WE LOST OUR HEAT,

NOW WE'RE LOSING OUR BEST FRIENDS!

AND THE BUS!

WHOOPS!

AND I ALMOST LOST MY HOT WATER BOTTLE.

MAKE THAT COLD WATER BOTTLE.

THE HEAT'S GONE.

IF WE DON'T STAY WARM, WE'LL NEVER SAVE THE BUS...

OR US!

NEVER SAY NEVER, ARNOLD.

REMEMBER, EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING.

I DON'T KNOW ABOUT CLOUDS, MS. FRIZZLE,

BUT MAYBE IF THESE JACKETS HAD SOME KIND OF LINING,

THE HEAT WOULDN'T MOVE OUT SO FAST.

I THINK YOU'RE ONTO SOMETHING, D.A.

CAN I BORROW YOUR BOOK?

UH...SURE.

ARNOLD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? MY BOOK!

SORRY, DOROTHY ANN. DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR DESPERATE MEASURES.

SINCE THE HEAT MOVES SO EASILY THROUGH THESE JACKETS,

MAYBE WE CAN SLOW IT DOWN BY PUTTING SOMETHING IN THE WAY.

HEY! IT'S WORKING!