Disclaimer: If I did own Hey Arnold then the Jungle Movie would have been made, but unfortunately I don't. Oh well, let's just hope that somehow I get a million dollars so then I can throw some of it at Nickelodeon and demand for Hey Arnold The Jungle Movie to be made. Anyways, hope you enjoy the fanfiction! :D

At PS.118 class was almost over. A certain nine year old Football Headed boy wasn't paying much attention to the class. He was only fixated on the girl of his dream, Lila. Lila, the nicest girl in the forth grade. She is ever so sweet and simply the definition of perfect. Unfortunately it was a one sided attraction, but not for long. He had a foolproof plan! Okay, maybe it wasn't foolproof, but he has been planning this for a while now. It couldn't fail! He even got some impute from his best friend Gerald who said it was a bad idea, but who said that he had to listen to him? Gerald didn't know how he felt whenever he's around Lila. Whenever he's around Lila he feels his heart accelerate, his palms gets sweaty, and he can't think straight.

His genius plan was that after class he would rush pass the crowd, get to Lila's locker before her, and slip a letter into her locker. The letter was no ordinary letter, it was a special letter. He spent hours writing it to make it absolutely perfect. He didn't sign his name on the letter. He just couldn't, so he signed it as 'Anonymous' so then Lila wouldn't know it was from him. The letter told the reader to meet him at Chez Pierre. Sure he did something similar with another crush, but it didn't go as well as he hoped. But this time it's going to be different!

There was only one problem. Lila can't know it's him, even when they meet at Chez Pierre. He'll need a disguise and his recognizable football shaped head will be a problem. A problem that he'll have to figure out later.

The school bell broke Arnold's train of thought and before he knew it everyone was rushing out of class. He had to hurry before Lila makes it to her locker. During the rush Arnold didn't look where he was going and ended up colliding with someone.

"Watch where you're going Football Head!" yelled an all too familiar voice.

'Helga…' Arnold thought to himself, "Sorry Helga," he replied as he got up and tried to give Helga a hand to help her back up. She slapped his hand away and got up without his help.

"Next time keep your eyes on the road and your head out of the clouds. Why are you in such a rush anyways?" Helga asked.

"Rush? Oh yeah!" Arnold yelped and ran off.

"Criminy, what is he up to?" Helga said to herself.

Arnold some how managed to get ahead of the crowd and now he was standing in front of Lila's locker. He needed to hurry up, any second now Lila would come from behind the corner. He got ready to slip the letter in the locker when he paused. 'This was Lila's locker, right?' Arnold thought to himself. It would be a terrible mistake if he were to put it in the wrong locker. As he was hesitating he heard footsteps approaching. He felt his heart starting to race. 'Her locker was three lockers to the left? Or was it four?' he turned to look at the locker next to him. He starts hearing someone's voice. It was Lila! Her voice was getting louder and louder, it sounded like she was talking to someone. Before he knew it, he quickly slipped the letter in Lila's locker and ran off without looking back.

When he ran out of the school he was out of breath. Gerald, his best friend, approached him. "Hey man, what happened to you?" he asked.

"I did it," Arnold replied still trying to catch his breath.

"Did what?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I put the anonymous letter I wrote in Lila's locker."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm. You are one bold kid. That was a risky move."

"What's living without taking some risks?"

Arnold and Gerald walked side by side away from the school on their way home. "What are you going to do now?" Gerald asked, "There is no way you can wear a good enough disguise for Lila not to recognize you."

"That's where you come in"

"Hmmm?"

"I need your help."

"Oh no. No no no. You're on your own on this one."

"Come on, please Gerald!"

"I told you this was a bad idea, you're risking your friendship with Lila and she sort of made it clear that she doesn't 'like you like you' that she only 'likes you'."

"She likes me likes me, she just doesn't know it yet," Arnold smirked to himself.

"Whatever you say man," Gerald looked at him skeptically.

"Look, all I need is for you to help me pick out a convincing disguise."

"Alright, but that's just because you're my best friend, but if your plan goes south don't come crying back to me, okay?"

"Thanks man! Come on! We only have till six o'clock and of course I'll have to be there early so that means we only have until five!" Arnold grabbed Gerald's arm and ran towards his house.

"Woah! Slow down man!"

Arnold ran into his bedroom and ran towards his closet tearing it up. Throwing every piece of clothing he had out of his closet. Gerald soon entered Arnold's bedroom behind him. "Wow man, calm down!"

"I need the perfect disguise!" Arnold replied.

Gerald walked up to Arnold, "Well first thing first, you probably should find something to cover up you noticeable blond hair," Gerald pointed at his hair, "Like a hat or a wig."

"I know!" Arnold shouted excitedly, "My grandpa still has that brown wig form when he tried to sneak into a PG 13 rated movie with my grandma."

"Wow, your grandpa and grandma tired to sneak into a PG 13 rated movie when they were younger?"

"Actually that was last week," Gerald gave Arnold a strange look, "Just don't ask, I don't know why they did it either. I'll go get it." Arnold quickly ran downstairs where he found his grandpa playing checkers with Oskar in the living room, "Hey grandpa!"

Phil turned to look at his grandson, "Oh hey Shortman! Didn't know you were already home!" While Phil had his back turned Oskar moved one of the checker pieces, "Hey! I saw that you little rat!"

"Eh, eh, eh, I don't know what you're talking about grandpa," Oskar defended.

"You cheated! And don't call me that! I'm not your grandpa!"

"But grandpa…" Oskar whined.

Arnold cleared his throat, "Excuse me?"

"Oh yeah, what did you need Shortman?"

"Remember that brown wig you wore last week?" Arnold asked.

"Uh huh?"

"I need to borrow it for something, where can I find it?"

"You can find it in Pookie's costume closet where she keeps all sorts of wacky outfits."

"Thanks grandpa!" Arnold ran off leaving Phil and Oskar to their checkers game.

"Where were we?" Phil looked down at the checkers board and realized that three of his checker pieces were missing, "Hey! Quit cheating Kokoschka!

"I honestly don't know what you are talking about," Oskar smiled sheepishly.

Arnold found the wig he was looking for and went back to his room, "Got it!" Arnold announced as he lifted the wig in triumph showing it to Gerald.

"Nice! Now put this on," Gerald passed Arnold a dark green shirt and dark blue jeans that he found in Arnold's closet.

Gerald turned around and looked away to give Arnold some privacy while he changed. "So how do I look?" Arnold asked. He was now wearing the green shirt, jeans, and the brown wig.

"Like Arnold, your football shaped head is a dead give away."

He looked at himself in the mirror. Gerald was right. There was no doubt about it. It was so obvious that he was still Arnold, but he can always tell Lila that he was somewhat related to Arnold to explain the resemblance if it comes up.

"Here," Gerald handed Arnold sunglasses.

Arnold put on the sunglasses. 'Okay, it's not that bad,' Arnold thought to himself. He may be unrecognizable from a distance but if he'll be sitting from across the table from Lila he'll has to have a good explanation why he looks so much like Arnold. 'I still have an hour or so to figure it out.'