~Okay, so I also like Hey Arnold! ^‿^~

Arnold (at the end of The Journal): Grandma! Grandpa! I found a map!

Grandpa: Well, Shortman, you definitely found something great... Too bad we don't have the money to get to San Lorenzo.

Arnold: (disappointed) But... But...

Grandpa (sad): I know. We do terribly miss your father, Miles, and your mother Stella. It's too bad we don't have the money.

Helga: I'll help you, Arnold! You deserve to have parents!

~A few lemonade stands later~

Helga: I'm gonna need more than that...

(Helga gets Principal Wartz to fund a field trip to San Lorenzo, so everyone in Mr. Simmons' class can help.)

Arnold: I can't believe it! Hey, remember when you said a Christmas angel was watching out for me, Gerald?

Gerald: What about it?

Arnold: I bet it was her. She made another miracle!

Later:

(Arnold is looking at the end of Cecile's letter. He is trying to figure out who Cecile is. He matches the last sentences handwriting with Helga's handwriting.)

Arnold: Hey! It's hers! (In a daze) It's hers... Hey! Helga was the one that wrote the little pink book, it was her locket, that parrot was hers! Oh... I get it now... That's what the whole football head thing was about!

Gerald: Is it just me, or are you IN LOVE with Helga G. Pataki?

Arnold: I think I am.

Gerald: What about Lila?

Arnold: I don't think she's right for me...

Helga: (eavesdropping on Arnold and Gerald. Does a happy dance) Yeah! Woo-hoo! Wait, am I dreaming? (Pinches herself as hard as she can)

OOOOOOWWWW!

Arnold: Helga, is that you? Are you okay?

Helga: Umm ... Yeah! I'm fine, football head! Uh... Uh... (Helga fails to say something rude to Arnold)

Arnold: You don't have to pretend anymore, Helga! I know you love me! And I won't have to explain everything if you WERE eavesdropping.

~to be continued~