Angel: Hi! This is my first Hey Arnold fic, I mostly do TMNT fics...so excited! I don't know when I'll post this, I'll try once a week, since I've got two other stories to do...well, one right now if my friend remembers to send me the chapter for it...or even do it -_- So, enjoy!
Downtown as Fruits
Arnold is riding a surfboard, wearing his swimsuit. A dinosaur sits on the sand, another one roaring. A wave passes the football-headed boy as he rides the wave. He could feel the wind in his hair...
"Cut, cut. Hey Arnold!"
He suddenly finds himself standing in the auditorium. "Huh?"
"Get off the stage!" A tall blonde girl with a unibrow, pink and white dress, and pigtails shouts at him. Helga Pataki, the fourth-grade bully. His other classmates laugh at him as she scowls, walking over to him. "This isn't your scene!"
"Oh, yeah," he comes back to reality. "Sorry," he walks to the others. The fourth-grade class are rehearsing for a play. And who other to write it than Helga G. Pataki? A girl with blonde hair colored like Arnold's, down to her waist, smirks at him. She wears a pink and green dress sleeveless dress, with black leggings and green flats, along with a bow in her hair to have a low ponytail. Her name is Amelia, Arnold's twin sister.
"You daydreamed again?" She asks knowingly.
"I'd rather do that than rehearse," he whispers to her.
"Amateur," Helga gives a blank look. "Okay, let's pick up from the dance of the vegetables. A five, six, seven, eight!" Luckily for them, the bell rings. They start to leave, but Helga steps in front of them. "Not so fast." She places her hands on her hips.
"Come on, Helga, we know our lines!" Harold Berman, a somewhat overweight boy, retorts. He wears a blue hat, a blue over shirt, a white shirt, and gray pants.
"Know your lines?" She bats her eyelashes, "Of course you know your lines." She shakes her head, her hands behind her back. "But I don't wanna just hear your lines...I wanna hear what's in your SOULS!"
"Do vegetables have souls?" Thaddeus or Curly Gammelthorpe asks. He has a Moe undercut hair style. He wears red glasses, which cover his eyes. He wears a shirt with an orange collar, green for the upper half of his shirt and orange on the bottom half. He wears brown shorts and black shoes. Helga gets in his face.
"That audience expects food with feelings, and that's what we're gonna give 'em. Iggy, what's your motivation?" She points to a boy with a purple shirt, a yellow undershirt, and green glasses next to Amy.
"I don't know," he shrugs helplessly. "I'm a utensil," he points to his script.
"Stinky! What's in your character's gut?" Helga demands and a tall Caucasian boy with short light brown hair wearing spike bracelets faints under pressure.
"I thought so. You guys all bite. Okay! Here's the deal," she steps over Stinky, pacing in front of them. "I want every kid here a half an hour early so we can do another run through. If anybody is late," Gerald Johanssen, Arnold's best friend, separates his nostrils teasingly at her and she faces him. "They're gonna have to answer to Old Betsy," she waves her fist, Gerald looking at Arnold and Amy.
The three walk back to Sunset Arms, the boarding house where Arnold and Amy live. Amy and Arnold wave goodbye to Gerald as he continues walking back home with his script. Arnold opens the door, letting Amy in first. Later that night, a man in a cape is being chased by a dog.
"I'm Monkeyman!"
The door is opened to the boarding house, cats and dogs running out the door. Arnold is dressed as a banana. He even has banana shoes on his feet. Amy is dressed as an apple, which covers her body except for her head, arms, and feet. Both of them give unamused looks. They walk down the stairs to Gerald, who's a strawberry. Yup, they were the fruits in Helga's play.
"Fruits. We had to be fruits," Gerald grumbles as they start walking to the bus stop. "Why couldn't we be in the bread group? Or beverages? I could've been a grape soda!"
"Yeah well, we're fruits," Arnold tells him.
"Whether we like it or not," Amy sighs.
"And let's hurry or we'll miss the bus!" Arnold takes Amy's hand, running ahead with her as Gerald's chafing in his costume.
"Slow down! This strawberry really chafes!" He follows after them. Arnold gently pushes Amy in first before Gerald bumps into Arnold. They look at the passengers to see that they're staring at them, and not in a good way. Arnold places his hands on his hips, unamused as he leads the way down the bus. They bump into people on the way, Amy trying to climb into her seat.
"Here," Arnold helps her sit down before he sits next to her. Gerald sits on the other end of Arnold and the passengers turn around so they could see their stops.
"Man, this is humiliating!" Gerald whispers as Arnold crosses his arms.
"This is nothing. In a few hours, the entire student body will be laughing at us," Arnold mutters as the woman next to Amy pulls down the rope to stop the bus. She gets off, a weird look on her face. The three look back at her from the window before sitting back down.
"I can't believe we have to do this...for Helga," Arnold mutters and Amy sighs, glancing at someone staring at her.
"I already hate this."
"I know! It's not fair. But there's nothing we can do about it. Nothing! Unless..." Gerald gets an idea, turning to the ropes.
"Unless what?" Arnold asks.
"Let's just say...we forgot to pull that cord. And we didn't get off at this stop...or the next stop, or the next! Hey, when we get back home, the play will be over," he nudges Arnold and he thinks.
"No...we couldn't do that. It'll ruin the play," Arnold tells him. Gerald opens the window and looks at the school.
"And besides, what about Helga?" Amy asks as Gerald gets back in.
"Well was it right when Helga made fun of you during rehearsal?" He questions and Arnold is still hesitant.
"Well," He stands up. "Aw, Gerald, we gotta stop. We can't ruin the play." He reaches out to the cord, but does not pull it. He looks back at the school, conflicted. He grabs the cord but decides not to pull it, the bus passing by. "Well, maybe one more stop would be okay." They go down the bridge.
Helga looks at her watch, looking at the other students. "People. People!" She claps, dressed as milk. Phoebe, Helga's best friend, is a piece of cheese. "Now remember, a play has a life of its own. It's got to breathe. Every food group must build upon the group it came forth. First, the legumes."
"Legumes? I thought we were beans," a well-spoken boy says to the other boy dressed as a vegetable.
"You are, genius!" Helga retorts, pacing in front of them. "Then the meats, lusty and powerful. Then the fruits, they're-" Helga sees that Amy, Arnold, and Gerald are not there. "Hey, where're the fruits?"
"They're not here, Helga," Phoebe whispers. "They never showed up."
"What?" She blinks in shock. "ARNOOOOOOLD!"
Back on the bus, Arnold blinks. "Did you two hear something just now?"
"No," Gerald answers.
"Not really," Amy shakes her head.
"Hey, how far does this bus go, anyway?" Arnold looks out the window.
"What difference does it make? When it gets to the end of the line, we'll just ride it back again. The journey is the destination, man," Gerald replies.
"What's that mean?"
"I'm not sure. I heard it in a hippie movie." The bus suddenly stops and the bus driver leaves.
"Hey, what's going on?" Arnold asks. They get off the bus to see the warehouse.
"Aw man! This is the end of the line," Gerald says.
"You and your hippie movies," Arnold places his hands on his hips.
"I don't know why I listened to you," Amy mutters.
"Does this mean...?"
"Yeah. We're stuck," Gerald confirms.
"Downtown," Arnold continues.
"As Fruits," Amy deadpans.
"Now what?" Arnold questions.
"I know, I'll call my mom and dad. They'll come pick us up," Gerald walks over to the payphone.
"Good idea," Arnold agrees, holding Amy's hand and walking over with him. When Gerald picks up the receiver, he finds that the cord is cut.
"Great, just great," Gerald gives a blank look.
"Well, at least, let's get rid of these costumes," Arnold gestures to himself.
"Uh, I can't," Gerald admits.
"Why not?"
"I didn't wear anything underneath," Gerald shows his chest, Amy covering her eyes.
"You didn't wear anything underneath?" Arnold questions.
"Well, polyester makes me sweat," Gerald shrugs.
"Ew," Amy takes off her costume, revealing her regular clothes.
"Okay, so you have to stay a strawberry," Arnold tells him.
"Sucks for you," Amy shrugs.
"Arnold, Amy, this is serious. We're stuck downtown, I'm a strawberry, and we don't have any money!" He shakes Arnold by the shoulders and a car approaches. They cover their eyes from the headlights and the driver throws a bag at their feet.
"Here you go."
"What's this?" Arnold wonders.
"You'll know what it is. Just take it," he drives away, the three looking in confusion. Arnold picks up the bag to reveal a ton of money inside!
"Wow! People downtown sure are friendly," Arnold comments.
"Let's go!" Gerald says. They walk away, not noticing two other people dressed like a banana and a strawberry approaching the pay phone.
"He's two minutes late."
Gerald, Amy, and Arnold walk into a costume store, walking out as hipsters. Arnold ditches their costumes in the dumpster.
"You were right, Arnold. Those shoes really pull your look together," Gerald points at Arnold's banana shoes.
"You hungry?" Arnold places down his glasses.
They eat outside Gino's Souvlaki Shack, sitting on the street. "Does souvlaki cover the four food groups?" Gerald wonders.
Arnold chuckles, "Who cares?"
"Yeah, as long as we don't have to be humiliated," Amy comments and they laugh.
Harold sings on stage. "I'm a steak, a juicy steak, full of fat and protein.
The spotlight changes to Eugene, an unlucky boy. "I'm a ham, you know I am, and if you keep kosher," he winks. "I'm not in your routine!" Harold jumps and Eugene catches him, the audience clapping.
"Psst! Psst!" They turn around to Helga. "Stretch, stretch!" They look to each other and Eugene places Harold on his shoulders. Harold struggles to keep his balance before his foot slips onto Eugene's face. "I can't believe this is happening! Do you know how hard I prepared for my role? I ate nothing but dairy products for two weeks!" She clenches her fists in anger. "If I ever get my hands on that Arnold, I'll...I'll..." She falters, looking around. She reaches into her costume and pulls out a heart-shaped locket with Arnold's picture on it. "Soothe his feathered brow. Oh, my poor lost sweetheart, how I love you." That's right, Helga the bully was in love with Arnold. There's a crash and she turns to see Harold on top of the audience.
"And yet I hate you! And yet I love you! And yet I hate you! And yet I love you!" She hears raspy breathing behind her and looks to see Brainy, her apparent stalker. She punches him in the nose.
At Ernie's Pool Hall, the three are dancing on the pool table, the customers clapping for them. They circle each other before Arnold shoots some balls into the holes with Amy and Gerald's help. Arnold jumps down.
"Hey, waiter. Sodas for everyone." The customers cheer. "Rack 'em again, fat man."
"Whaddya mean you gave it to the wrong banana?" Vic asks Morrie.
"Umm..." He thinks.
"What did this other banana look like?"
The three hear him, eyes widening as they glance at each other. They start to sneak away. "You know, kinda small, kinda yellow, banana shoes...just like those," He points to Arnold's shoes. "Hey!"
The three start running. "Hey, you three!" The three start chasing after the fourth graders, pushing past a man with the sodas. Amy, Arnold, and Gerald run as fast as they can down the alley, jumping over a fence. They sneak into Zamboni Jones Psychic Palace. They're surrounded by darkness.
"Who enters the realm of the Great Zamboni?" There's a wall of beads in front of them. Arnold pushes past them to see a fat man eating chips on the floor.
"Uh...I'm Arnold. This is Gerald, and this is my little sister Amy," Arnold gestures to the two.
"How am I little, I'm your twin," Amy gives a blank look.
"You're an inch shorter and I'm ten minutes older."
"So," Amy huffs.
"Wait, wait! You're...you're Arnold, Gerald, and...Amy," he guesses, even though Arnold already told him their names. They give each other blank looks.
"Good guess," Gerald tells him.
"Ha! Zamboni Jones does not guess, he knows. And you have...come to me with a problem." They sit down.
"Yeah, we came downtown and at first everything was great. But...now it's all...gone wrong," Arnold explains.
"There is a disturbance in your karmic energy field. Hmmm...is there someone you have harmed in the past? Hmmm? Someone you have wronged?" He looks at them intensely.
Gerald thinks to himself, a vision of Helga crying appearing. "My play!" She hits herself with a stage light. "My play! My beautiful play!" She continues to hit herself as she says it.
"Nope, can't think of a soul," Gerald replies.
"Gerald!" Arnold grabs him by the shirt. "You gotta be kidding. Think of Helga and her play and all the kids at school we're letting down."
"Yeah! What are they gonna say if they find out we did this on purpose?" Amy replies.
"What's your point?" Gerald asks with a blank look.
"Ugh...Come on, we got a karmic energy field to fix. Bye Mr. Jones, thanks," Arnold leaves with the two.
"Hey!" He takes out his fake eyes. "Where's my $3.50?! I should have forseen this..."
They stop at the corner, Arnold whistling. The taxi approaches them and Arnold holds up some money. They get in, speeding to the pool hall. The three rush to the dumpster and grab their costumes. They run back inside the cab, passing by the three robbers who are caught by the police. They look back, smirking at each other. Amy covers herself as the boys get changed, already in her apple costume. A family is fixing their car and the cab stops in front of them. Arnold peeks his head out from the window, handing them the rest of the money. The cab drives away, the mother looking down at all the money she was just handed.
"Wow, people downtown sure are friendly!"
The cab drives up the bridge and to the school. They slip out, but not before Amy throws some money at the driver. They run up the stairs, the sign saying 'Tonight, Helga Pataki's The Four Food Groups, The Musical.'
Helga cries into a wall. "I'm ruined! Ruined! My future as a playwright is over!" Phoebe pokes her and she turns to her, Phoebe crying an equal amount of tears. Helga gives a determined look, the audience throwing various items at Harold and Eugene. They run off the stage and Helga walks up stage, clearing her throat. "Ladies and gentlemen...uh, there will be a small change in the fourth act. We won't be having it. It seems that some of our food groups are not as dedicated as the rest of us. But the show must go ooooooooooooon!" Amy, Arnold, and Gerald accidentally bump her off the stage with their entrance.
"It's fruits, it's fruits, that really makes us toots," they start singing, wiggling their butts to make the audience laugh.
"It's fruits."
"It's fruits!"
"That give us all a hoot!" They sing together as Phoebe tries to help Helga. "It's not like any other food groups aren't important." The rest of the students appear behind them as the curtain lifts.
"In fact, you need us all to make your fingernails and eyes and organs. It's fruits, it's fruits, you gotta have your fruits. That's what the folks with scurvy say! Cause it's fruits, us fruits, that really makes us sing!" Arnold holds the last note as Helga tries to adjust her costume.
"Wait until I get my hands on you, Arnold, you..." She sees him singing. "Beautiful creature..."
"This is the end of our play!" All the children sing, the audience clapping and cheering. Helga manages to fix her costume, only for Brainy to release the curtain on her. She's thrown a bouquet of roses, sighing.
Eugene's Bike
Animals run across the forest as Arnold tries to catch a butterfly. He runs with the net in hand, not noticing other animals following him. "Arnold!" He turns around, seeing a lion roaring at him before it changes into a gorilla, then a jaguar. Arnold falls down a waterfall and swings above alligators. He lands in front of monkeys. "Hey Arnold."
He blinks, back in reality. "Arnold! What are you looking at? Hello!" Arnold, Amy, and Gerald are on the crosswalk, waiting to cross the street. "Is anybody in there, man? Come on, we gotta cross now or we're gonna be late for school."
"Okay!" He holds Amy's hand as they run across the street. "We're right behind ya!" They walk into the playground and a boy walks up to them.
"Hey Arnold, hey Gerald, Amy. Wanna see my albino worm collection? I call this one Pinky," he holds up a worm.
"Uh, no thanks, Billy," Arnold waves his hand.
"Okay, but you don't know what you're missing!" He calls out.
"Uh, yeah, we do," Amy murmurs. Sheena, the tallest girl in their grade, jumps in front of them.
"Look, you guys! I got a new scab. If you squint real hard, it looks like Texas!" She shows a scab from her arm, Amy looking away in disgust.
"Uh, that's nice, Sheena," Gerald comments.
"The flexy part's the alimo!" She says, smiling.
"That's disgusting," Gerald whispers and she leaves. Brainy walks up to them, wheezing.
"Uh, nougats?" He shows a pile of dust and candy in his hands.
"Uh, none for me. We had a big breakfast," Arnold declines. Gerald shakes his head no.
"No...thank you, though, Brainy," Amy waves him off and he leaves.
"Well, folks, I think we've reached the end of our dork parade," he gestures to the three they just spoke to.
"Hey, here comes Eugene," Arnold points out, seeing Eugene ride a bike.
"I stand corrected. Am I seeing things?" Gerald comments.
"Nope, that's Eugene, alright," Arnold tells him as they all look at Eugene riding his bike. "And he's riding a pretty cool bike."
"Okay, that's a pretty cool bike even for Eugene," Amy admits. Everyone comments in awe as Eugene parks his bike. They surround him, complimenting his bike. One of the lenses of his glasses breaks.
"What'd you do, rob a bike store?" Gerald jokes and they laugh.
"No, it's Flag day and my family exchanges gifts. All my life, I've wanted a bike like this. Look at it! Look at it, you guys. Shiny red frame with little specs of metallic stuff on the paint, lots of gear so I don't have to pump hard when I'm going up a hill, big, thick tires so I can run over glass. It's the one thing I've wanted more than anything else. More than incredible wealth. More than world peace! It's my dream bike, you guys. My dream bike! And I finally got it. Just one thing it needs to make it perfect."
Iggy and Sid shrug at each other. Eugene pulls out a baseball card. "Ooo." Eugene places the card on one of the chains. He rides his bike around, everyone clapping.
"I guess every dork has his day," Gerald comments.
"Yeah," Arnold says as the bell rings. Eugene parks his bike and everyone runs off for class. The chain securing Eugene's bike loosens, falling off. Arnold looks down to see that his shoe is untied. "Hang on a second, Gerald. Amy, come and help me," he calls out, putting his books on the seat of a bike. Amy runs over to him, bending down to his shoe. The books fall, making the bikes tilt and Eugene's goes flying into the street. A sweeping truck runs over it, destroying it. Everyone turns around and Eugene pushes past them.
"My bike..."
"I'm really sorry, Eugene. I don't know what to say," Arnold tells him honestly.
"My bike..." Eugene repeats sadly.
"I think it's history, Eugene," Gerald reveals truthfully.
"My bike!" Eugene picks up his destroyed horn.
"It was an accident, Eugene. I'm really, really sorry," Arnold replies.
"Yeah, me too. I was just helping Arnold," Amy says. He turns to them and they look at him in guilt. He stands up, his face turning red before he screams. It echoes, sirens sounding and Amy covers her ears.
"No, no, no!" Eugene protests as a worker takes his bike away. Eugene clings onto his leg. "Please! No, not my bike! No ho ho!" He throws it into the dumpster. "No, please! Not my bike, no, no!" Arnold and Amy watch him.
"Man, I feel terrible about this, guys," Arnold turns to them.
"I can't believe we destroyed his dream bike," Amy's mouth opens in horror.
"Come on, guys. It wasn't your fault. Stuff like this always happens to the geeky kids. And of all the kids in the school, Eugene's gotta be the geekiest," Gerald jerks a thumb outside.
"You can say that again," Billy walks up to them. "Hey, where's Pinky? Pinky! Anybody seen my Pinky?"
A squish is heard and Helga looks at her worm-gutted shoe. "Eww!"
It rains as they leave for school and the two twins see the dumpster. They smirk, running up to the dumpster. Amy climbs on Arnold's shoulders and she climbs inside. They shake the water out of their hair when they get home and Arnold starts a small hand saw. Their room is a converted attic, as it has pull-down stairs. The roof is entirely made of windows. Their room is very high-tech with lights, a stereo system, and a hideaway couch that can be controlled with a remote. Their bed is a bunk bed, with Amy having the top bunk. There's a ladder near the wall which leads to her bed.
Arnold looks at the bike, sawing some parts off. He hands Amy a mask and he puts his on. They take a few parts and eventually paint it.
"Wow, guys," Eugene comments the next day. "It's beautiful!"
"Thanks," they reply as they have managed to revamp the entire bike, making it better than before. "It is kinda nice, isn't it?"
"Nice? Heck, it's better than ever!" Eugene honks the horn. "You didn't have to do this, Arnold and Amy."
"Yeah, but we wanted to," Arnold smiles.
"We felt bad after what happened to your old bike, so we figured why not make you a new one?" Amy grins.
"Wow guys, you're real pals. I'll take it for a ride right now!" He races off, but Arnold stops him.
"Wait, don't forget this," Arnold plants the card, smiling at him. He smiles back at them. "Good ride, Eugene!" They wave and their pet pig, Abner, stops in front of them. "Hey Abner, what ya got there?" Arnold takes a cable from the pig's mouth. "The brake cable? ...The break cable!"
"Oh no! Eugene!" Amy runs after him.
"Amy, slow down!" Arnold follows her.
"Wheee!" Eugene yells happily. "I'm a bird! I'm a plane! I'm..." His mouth drops open in shock when he sees an open car door in front of him. His handlebars break apart. "About to be very badly..." He crashes and they wince, looking away. They look to see the card falling down.
Eugene lies down in a hospital bed, practically every bone visible broken. There's a knock on the door. "Come in."
The twins walk in. "Hey, Eugene."
"Oh, hi Arnold, Amy. Thanks for coming." Arnold has a box in his hand while Amy holds daffodils.
"Listen, Eugene, we're really sorry," Arnold hangs his head.
"What do you mean?" Eugene asks. "You didn't do anything. It's just something that happened, that's all."
"Well, I brought you some candy to make it up to you," Arnold reveals chocolates.
"And I brought some flowers to brighten up the room," Amy puts the daffodils in a vase.
"Oh, that's nice of you guys but really, but you didn't have to," he tries reaching out, but he can't move his hand.
"Here, let me help you with that," he opens it, throwing the lid and moving the lever. Eugene hangs from the machine that was holding his leg. "Oh no, I'm sorry! Here, let me take that." He accidentally spins Eugene around.
"Ow, help!"
"Oh, man! I'm sorry!" Eugene screams and Amy sees the lever, pulling it. Eugene lands on the bed. "We'll just-"
"No, no! Guys, please. You don't have to. Please, just sit down there. Right over there," he points to chairs across from him and they sit. "Good." Arnold stands up, the IV beeping faster.
"Look Eugene, we'll make it up to you. We don't know how yet, but we wanna do it. You'll see," He takes Amy's hand and runs out the room.
"Ah, what pals." He comments, the last number of Eugene's room changing from a 9 to a 6. A doctor arrives from the elevator.
"Here it is. Room 336. Tonsil removal. Let's do it," they prepare to take out Eugene's tonsils.
He's a dork. He's a real dork. Stuff like this always happens to the geeky kids.
"You can't sleep either, huh?" Arnold calls out to Amy.
"No," she sighs and Arnold draws Eugene on an Etch-a-Sketch, remembering all his accidents when they first met...
Eugene and Arnold, as babies, use the see-saw. Amy plays with her doll.
"Arnold, Amy! Come quick! Harold is pulling his teeth out wide open!" They run off, Eugene falling off the see-saw.
"Hey Arnold!" Helga takes a crab out of the aquarium in their classroom. "Shake hands with Mr. Crab!" Arnold pushes it away and it lands on Amy, who smacks it onto Eugene's head.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Everyone laughs at him.
Arnold puts glue on a paper, Amy making macaroni art while sharing with him. Eugene seems to be making a cake. Arnold places the glue down, but Eugene mistakes it as frosting, putting his glue-filled finger in his mouth. He tries to pull it out, but is stuck. Everyone starts laughing at him, Arnold looking at the glue.
"Every dork deserves his day," Arnold shakes the sketch away. He jumps off his bed and Amy looks down at him. "And we're gonna give that dork his day!" He thinks and Amy smiles.
"Arnold, you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Oh yeah."
Arnold runs up to Eugene's door, knocking on it. They wait patiently before Eugene comes out with an arm sling. "Oh, hi there, guys." His voice sounds raspy.
"Hey Eugene, what happened to your voice?" Arnold asks.
"I dunno. There was some kind of mix-up. They took my tonsils out by mistake." He points to his throat.
"That's terrible!" Amy frowns.
"No, not really. You don't need 'em, anyway. I kinda wish they would've left my spleen, though," Eugene points to a scar on his stomach.
"Listen, Eugene, we just want you to know that we're sorry for everything. The titter-totter, the paste-"
"Huh? I don't know what you're talking about," he says in confusion.
"But we figured out a way to pay ya back," Arnold starts.
"We're gonna take you out for the day! And nothing bad's gonna happen! One entire day, just the three of us having non-stop, full-on, action-packed fun!" Amy explains.
"Gee, guys, that sounds neat."
"Great! We'll be here to pick you up first thing tomorrow morning!" Eugene waves at them and they start to leave. "And don't forget to wear your-"
"Please don't say fun shoes," Amy interrupts.
"I wasn't going to!" He retorts as they run off. "...Okay, maybe I was."
"Those twins. They just keep giving and giving," Eugene closes his door.
The next morning, they knock on Eugene's door to pick him up. He answers it and they hold up tickets to a base-ball game. Eugene smiles at the tickets and they run off, but Eugene falls into a manhole. They pick him up. At Quigley Stadium, the vendor is giving out peanuts. Spuds McGee is playing, which is Eugene's favorite ball-player, since Eugene had his card. He hits the ball as the three drink from big cups. The ball flies towards them and Eugene stands up to catch it. Unfortunately for him, the ball hits him on the head. Eugene chases birds in the park and they ride a swan boat. Arnold poses near a statue and they look at an artist painting in the park. Eugene tosses a coin into the fountain and they see a hot dog cart. Arnold asks for three and he pays...only for Eugene to choke. The twins panic and the hot dog vendor hands them a Heimlich maneuver handbook, implying that it's happened before. Arnold helps Eugene and the hot dog hits a statue, then a sign...then pokes Eugene in the eye. Eugene screams as he falls to the ground. Arnold looks through a small telescope and puts a coin inside. Eugene, with an eye patch on, looks through it, only for the telescope to break and him to fall into the river. A splash is heard and Amy facepalms.
They pull him out of the water and Eugene vomits as they pace around later that night. "Sorry, Eugene. I guess we shouldn't have taken that ferry ride." They cringe as Eugene vomits again.
"Oh, that's okay," he turns to them. "You couldn't have known I get motion sickness."
"Of course you do," Amy murmurs.
"No, Eugene. We're really sorry. All we wanted to do is pay you back for all the trouble we've caused you. Everything just seems to go wrong. I guess this wasn't such a great day after all," Arnold sits down.
"Yeah...it didn't work out so great for you," Amy sits next to him.
"Are you kidding, guys? I ate hot dogs in the park! I almost got a home-run ball from Studs McGee! I watched the sunset on Hobart! And even got to swim in the river! By accident, sort of," he shrugs and he runs up to them. "I had a great time! You know, nobody's ever done anything like this for me before."
They smile bashfully before the bus arrives behind them. Eugene climbs on. "I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you enough for one of the best days I ever had!" The door closes on him, making his broken arm stuck. "Ow. See ya later, Arnold and Amy," he wiggles his fingers as a wave and they wave back. "Uh, excuse me? Mr. Driver, sir? Can you open this door?" The Spuds McGee card flies out and Amy picks it up.
"Hey, Eugene!" The bus is already far away to catch up, though.
"Eh, we'll give it to you tomorrow. Come on, sis, let's go home," Arnold places his arm around Amy's shoulder, leading the way.
"Arnooold, I'm the same age as you. Stop treating me like a baby," she whines.