Here's another new Hey Arnold story which I thought about... which I don't think they used as a premise in a story before (well, maybe one episode, but that was more of a school court case thing than anything)! Either way, I still hope you enjoy this little fic! Anyway, enjoy!


Arnold and his grandfather were in the car as they were driving back to the boarding house, Arnold rubbing his stomach as he smiled towards his grandfather. "Hey, thanks for taking me to lunch, Grandpa."

Grandpa Phil laughed as he said, "Anytime, Shortman! You know, we should be doing this a little more often, eh?"

Arnold nodded. "Yeah... but at least we're getting back home... Gerald's coming over to help me on a school project this afternoon, and I bet he's waiting for me now."

"Eh, I'm sure Pookie will keep him entertained..." Grandpa Phil laughed as he turned the car to the street where the boarding house was. "After all, there's nothing that can go... go... what the-"

Grandpa stopped the car as he looked out.

"Grandpa? What's going-" Arnold asked as he looked out the door as his eyes were also wide with shock.

The outside of the boarding house looked like it came out of an explosion, one side of the boarding house had a big hole on the side. Water was now pouring down from that hole as Arnold and his grandfather looked on in worry. They immediately got out of the car and ran right inside, wondering what had happened.

"Hello? Anyone?" Arnold called.

"We're in here!" Arnold's grandmother called.

"Oh, thank goodness..." Arnold's grandfather sighed in relief as he and Arnold followed Arnold's grandmother's voice and ran in the kitchen. "Is everything..."

Their eyes widened as Arnold and his grandfather looked around.

The sink looked like it had been a bit damaged, with water squirting out... the table looked like it was about to tip over... which it did, right next to the balloon fragments on there, and the fridge looked like it was opened with spilled drinks everywhere.

And in the center of it all was Arnold's grandmother, Gerald, Helga, Phoebe, Harold, Stinky, Sid, Nadine, Rhonda and Lila, who were soaking wet.

"Hi, Arnold." Everyone smiled nervously.

"Now, in case you want to ask... yeah, this is exactly what it looks like." Helga said nervously.

"Guys... what happened here?" Arnold said, worried. "Why is the table and sink ruined, why are all the drinks spilled from the fridge, why are there balloon fragments on the table, and more importantly... what's with the giant hole in the wall?"

All the students and Arnold's grandmother paused as they looked at each other.

"Well... this is kind of awkward." Harold said, chuckling nervously.

"Yeah... I don't know how we can put this in words..." Sid said, smiling a bit awkwardly.

"Please don't be too mad at us, Arnold." Rhonda sighed.

"We didn't know this was going to happen." Nadine said.

Arnold sighed. "Well... why don't one of you guys try to explain what happened... and we'll see about what our attitudes are afterwards."

"Great... uh, so which of us should tell the story?" Gerald said awkwardly.

Everyone immediately turned to Gerald as Gerald looked around at all of them. Gerald's eyes widened. "Me? Why?"

"Let's face it, Gerald, you are the best storyteller out of all of us." Phoebe said. "I'm sure you can tell the story."

Gerald sighed. "I guess that's true... curse my title as storyteller..."

Gerald then turned towards Arnold and his grandfather as he sighed, "Okay... I'll try to explain it as best as I can, so gather around ladies and gentlemen, and listen to my story..."

"Oh, this'll be good!" Arnold's grandmother smiled as she had a bowl of popcorn nearby as she started to munch on it.

"Do you always have a bowl of popcorn just sitting in that cabinet?" Phoebe asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Only when there's a good story to tell! Want some?" Arnold's grandmother smiled as she offered the popcorn.

"Oh, I want some!" Harold smiled as he reached into the bowl and started munching on it.

"Guys, please!" Arnold sighed. "Can we please concentrate?"

"Yeah, come on, let Arnold's friend here tell the story!" Phil said as he sat next to Arnold's grandmother. "I'll take some popcorn, Pookie."

As Arnold shook his head, seeing the sight of his grandparents eating popcorn, he turned to Gerald, "Okay, so... tell me what happened, Gerald."

"All right... now, I'll try to be as accurate to it as best as I can... but don't expect me to make any promises..." Gerald said.

"Okay, yes, I get it. Just tell me what happened..." Arnold said.

"Okay, okay... here we go..." Gerald took a deep breath as he started to tell his version of the story.


And there we go with the prologue! How did you like it? Yes, this is basically going to be the 'How We Got Here'-like fanfiction, with different versions of the tales being told! Still, nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this fic as it goes on! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!