Chapter 1

It was just another ordinary day in Hillwood, kids playing, an old man occasionally yelling at children for being on their lawn, yup just your average day. It was around three years later, the "crew" as I suppose you could call them are now around 13, and a certain boy with a peculiar shaped head moved away within these three years, although while others still did miss the boy, none of them missed him as much as the one and only, Helga G. Pataki.

"Oh Arnold, how I miss thee, how I hope, dream, and pray that one day my precious, sweet football-headed angel will return to me," Helga sighed, "But from what I see in the wonderful photos and letters you've sent me, you seem to be having an amazing time. Oh how selfish I feel wanting you here, when you enjoy being there so much." Helga fell back onto her bed, embracing her heart-shaped locket.

"Helga, Olga's here!" Miriam said excitedly. Helga just ignored her and continued looking into the eyes of the 10 year old football-head.

"Hello little sister, it's so great to see you!" Olga said pulling Helga into a hug. "Criminey Olga can't you knock!?" She replied, screaming it rather than asking. It didn't make a difference anyway because Olga just ignored her question anyway. "You've gotten so tall, and it looks like you've began to grow breasts." Olga said, poking at Helga's chest. Helga's cheeks began to turn red at this observation. "Criminey, Could you stop poking me!" she yelled. "Sorry little sister, it's just that it's been so long…" Olga's mind went iff somewhere else, "But I'm sorry I can't stay I just wanted to see you my family. Especially my little sister." She said, squeezing Helga once again. She was truly beginning to get annoyed, like she always did when Olga was around. Finally, Miriam came up to Helga's room to let Olga know that her new French boyfriend had arrived to pick her up. "Well I have to leave now Helga, but I promise I'll give you a makeover soon!" Olga smiled waving goodbye. "Wait, what?! No one said anything about makeovers! Olga, Olga?!"

"I love you too, little sister!"

"LEAVE MY FACE ALONE!"

A/N

Huh, it seemed much longer when when I was writing it, well I guess we'll just have to work on that now won't we?

Anywhooo I gotta go uh, feed some buffaloz...some buffalo wingz...

(They'll never know...)