The Camping Trip

(The whole gang is going on a camping trip.Mr simmons class is on the bus,
on there way to there campsite..)

Mr Simmons: Come on, now the right side of the bus! There was a farmer had a
dog, and Bingo was his nameoo! (he continues to sing by himself in the background.)

Pheobe: Isn't this exciting Helga?

Helga: Oh, sure Pheebs, I just cant wait to sleep on the cold ground, and get all dity,
and lets not forget the insects! Ohh how I just can't wait to get stung by insects while
I bleed to death! I'm just bursting with excitment!

Pheobe: Don't be so negitive Helga, It'll be fun!

Helga: Oh, you mean like our last camping trip, when Big Bob took us?

Pheobe: That wasn't so bad

Helga: Do you not recall being lost??

Pheobe: Ohh, its different now, we have Mr. Simmons to guide us!
(they both look at Mr. Simmons.)

Mr. Simmons: B-I-N-G-O and Bingo was his nameoo! Yaaay!

(Helga looks at Pheobe blankly.)

Harold: Are we almost there?! I"m haungryy!

Mr. Simmons: Yes, Harold.. soon.. Okay whos up for uhh.. 99 bottles of mountian spring water?! 99 bottles of mountian spring water on the wall....(singing)

Helga: This bites! I'm going to go insane listening to this maroon! (Looks at her
camping brochure, then looks at Arnold, who is convieniently sitting right in front of
her. Then begins to tear little pieces of paper off, and place them one by one in
Arnolds hair, while he and Gerald sleep.)

(25 minutes later.)
(Arnold hair is covered with little paper balls, and he and Gerald are still asleep.)

Mr. Simmons: Look class! You can see the campsite from here!

(Gerald and Arnold wake up.)

Gerald: (Looks at Arnold, and shakes his head.)

Arnold: What?

Gerald: Shakes out some of the papers in Arnolds hair.)

Arnold: Helga! (Looks back)

Helga: What?!

Arnold: Look at my hair!

Helga: Ohh I'm sorry! You know, they have shampoo for that! Ha Ha!

(everyone laughs at Arnold)

Arnold: (Sits back down, a little upset.)

Gerald: Don't let her get to you man, she just wants attention.

Arnold: I know, but why does she only pick on me?

Gerald: Who knows, maybe she likes you..

Arnold: Gerald, please I'm serious!

Gerald: So am I!

Arnold: Thats it, I'm going to ask her to go for a walk, and ask her why she always
picks on me, and maybe she'll stop.

Gerald: Good luck, man..

(Bus pulls up to camp site.)

Helga: (shoves Curly off the bus) Move it!

(The children all scatter off, and explore the campsite.)

(That night, the children are all sitting by a camp fire, roasting marshmellows.)

Helga: Yup, never had more fun in my life.. (She feels a tug at her dress.)

Arnold: Psst! Helga!

Helga: (Whispering loudly) What?! Arnold?!

Arnold: Meet me by my tent

Helga: What are you talking about football head?!

Arnold: Just do it! (he sneaks off)

Helga: (stands up.)

Mr. Simmons: Where are you going Helga?

Helga: I uhh.. I gotta use the bathroom

Harold: Don't use poison imey! Ha Ha!

Sid: You mean poison Ivy?

Harold: Shut up!

Helga: (Walks up to tent.) Arnold? Where are you?

Arnold: (walks out of a shadow.)

Helga: Ahh!

Arnold: Shh.. come on, I have to talk to you...

(End Chapter One)