Hey guys! It's a shame that Hey Arnold! The Jungle Movie never made it past the script. I'm going to write about what I think would happen in TJM while staying close to what is already WOG.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! In any way, shape, or form.

Chapter 1

The vines hung through the trees gracefully. There was a miscellaneous group of plants blocking his way. Arnold stood there with a machete in one hand, and the other hand wiping the sweat off of his face. Accompanying him are his two parents, standing side by side. They both looked at him, and had a smile on their faces. They also had machetes in their hands. Miles turned his head toward his son and said, "Arnold, son, are you ready?" Arnold gave him a short nod. The family of three raised their machetes in the air, and they started to hack away. The branches, bushels and different types of plants began to make way for the trio. It had been five minutes, and Arnold stole a glance at their goal. Behind the last part of leaves, he could see the lake. A wooden boat was awaiting them. After five good swings, the last few branches fell apart. Arnold ran towards the boats while his parents walked briskly. He made it to the boats and saw his parents. Stella and Arnold climbed into the boat, while Miles pushed the boat into the water. At the last second, he hopped into the boat with his family. He took an oar and started to paddle. Stella sat up front on the opposite side of Miles, as she helped paddle the boat. Arnold sat in between his parents on the floor of the boat. He stole glances from both of his parents. He was so ecstatic to be with his mother and father. Suddenly, the boat stopped. Arnold looked up and noticed his mom wasn't there. He looked behind him, and noticed his dad wasn't there. With a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach, he stood up in the boat. After suddenly standing up, the boat capsized. Arnold started to move his arms and legs frantically, lest he drowned in the oceans' abyss. He finally broke to the surface of the water, and he looked around. He started swimming in the direction he was initially heading towards. "Mom! Dad!" Arnold yelled in panic, as he desperately tried to find his parents. "Mom! Dad!" Arnold cried out again. Arnold's only answers were the roars of the ocean. Arnold's expression faltered, as tears began to fall out of his eyes. 'No, I mustn't cry!' Arnold thought to himself, 'I must be strong for mom and dad!' Arnold took big breaths in his attempt to calm himself down. Alas, his attempt to calm himself down caused him to become more frantic. "Mom! Dad! Can you hear me?" He shouted as he looked around in the water, "Please answer me!" Arnold shouted as he swam in a circle. He was awaiting the wind and water to be the only noises he heard. To his surprise, however, he heard a voice. It was faint, but it was definitely a voice. "Hey Arnold!" was all he heard. Arnold swiftly looked for the voice that was calling his name. "Hey Arnold!" it said a little louder. "Mom! Dad! Is that you?" he asked. "Hey Arnold!" It shouted even louder this time. "Mom, Dad, I'm right here!" Arnold shouted.

"Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold!"

Arnold woke up with a start. He looked around his room as he turned his alarm clock off. He sat back down on the bed and looked at his hands, "It's just a dream." He said as he let out a little sigh. Arnold could hear footsteps heading in the direction of his room. He heard knocking on his door soon afterwards. Arnold quickly put on his clothes, and walked toward the door. Behind the door stood his grandfather, and he was waiting for him on the second step. "Good morning grandpa." Arnold said as he stretched. "There's a package waiting for you to be signed." He said as he patted Arnold on the shoulder. Arnold walked down the stairs and said a quick good morning to the other boarders. He finally reached his destination at the front door. A UPS man stood at the front of the door. Arnold grabbed the pen, and he read what the paper said. He then saw an X on the line and he signed his name: Arnold Shortman. He took the package, and bided the UPS man a farewell. He ran upstairs and placed the box on his bed. He then went downstairs to join everyone for breakfast. "So Shortman, did you open the box yet?"

"No grandpa," he said as he ate his cereal. "I'm going to do that after school. Grandpa nodded as he took a bite of his eggs. Arnold ran upstairs to get his books and his backpack. He ran downstairs and saw that his grandparents were still seated at the table. He gave his grandpa a quick hug, and his grandmother a kiss on the cheek. "Have a good day Shortman!" Grandpa shouted.

"Go round them up Kimba!" His grandma shouted. He smiled at his grandma's comment. She was something, that was for sure. He headed down the sidewalk towards P.S. 118. Five minutes later, the school came into view. The building was large for an elementary school. The whole building's outside was made in red brick. The school flag was flying on the flag pole. The school flag made no sense to him. Their school colors were orange and green. Their flag, however, did not have any traces of the colors. It was a nice looking flag though. "Hey man!" Gerald said as the two of them did their handshake. They walked into the school, and started to head towards class. He turned around the corner and bumped into none other than Helga G. Pataki. "Watch where you're going, football head! I'm walking here!" She said with a groan and shoved him aside. Helga Pataki was like no one he had ever met. Ever since he could remember, she had been calling him football head, and yutz. Even though she had always picked on him, he never failed to believe that there was some good in her. He thought back to when she helped him save the neighborhood. She had disguised herself as "Deep Voice" in order to give him advice as to what to do. He remembered confronting her on why she had done that:

He had opened the door to the outside of the FTi building. A person in a trench coat, top hat, and a phone was outside of the door. The figure put their gloved hand in front of their face and said, "Don't come a step closer! Pay no attention to that man with the voice box!"

"Who are you?" I demanded as I narrowed my eyes and started to head toward 'Deep Voice.' "Uh… no one in particular." The person said as they started walking backwards. "No more games, Deep Voice! I'm not doing anything until I know who you are!" I exclaimed as I continued to walk closer to this person. Deep Voice continued to walk backwards, and tripped over a piece of wood. The hat fell off, and the identity of Deep Voice was revealed. It was none other than Helga G. Pataki. "Helga?" I asked incredulously. Out of all my ideas as suspects, she was the person I least expected. "You…you're deep voice?" I asked. She put the voice box to her mouth and said, "Ha ha," then she took it away, "looks like it." I throw my arms in the air and I said, "But I don't get it! How come…how come you couldn't just tell me what you knew? Why did you make up this crazy secret identity?" I asked as I took another step forward. "No reason." She said as she took her right arm and rubbed her left. "But Helga," I said as I threw my arms out, "you just risked everything to save the neighborhood."

"So?" Helga asked as she stood up suddenly, "what's your point?"

"That's a pretty amazing thing to do for someone you claim to hate." Helga put her hands on her hips and leaned forward slightly as she said, "Well I'm a pretty amazing person, football head!"

"I thought you were on your dad's side," I said as I came closer to her, "I thought you were going to get rich off the whole deal."

"Money isn't everything," she retorted back. I put my hands on my hips and asked, "Helga, why'd you do it?"

"It's my civic duty." She said.

"Helga." I said unconvincingly. She put her finger against her chin and said, "Because I love a good mystery?" I throw my arms in the air and said, "Oh come on, what's the real reason?" I asked as I started to get frustrated. "Oh I don't know Arnoldo," she said as she threw her hands in the air, "I guess I just took pity on you and your stupid friends!"

"Well why?" I asked."Because… because," she said as she walked to her left and faced the edge of the building, "I guess I don't hate you as much as I thought, okay?" she asked as she took a quick glance at me and then turned away, "I guess maybe I…I even kind of like you a little. Heck, I…I guess you could say that I kind of like you a lot," She rubbed her arm nervously. "You do? You did this for me?" I asked confusedly. She turned around and looked at me and said, "That's right hairboy!" She shouted as she looked at her hands. She then put them down and looked straight at me, "I mean criminy, what else are you supposed to do when someone you love is in trouble?" I was expecting her to say that she was put up to it, or that she was doing it because she believed it was the right thing. But never in a million years would I expect Helga to say that. She took her finger and pointed at me and said, "That's right, I love you! Love you!" She exclaimed. I fell over in shock, and quickly get back up. "Who else do you think has been stalking you night and day, building shrines to you in a closet, filling books with poems about you!" She said as she kept walking closer to me. I was shocked and started to walk backwards. "I love you Arnold! I've always loved you!" She grabbed a piece of my hair, and took her hand back and said, "Ever since I first laid eyes on your stupid football head." She put her hands together, "And from that moment, and every moment since I've lived and dreamed." I walked until I reached a corner. I could not excape, I looked behind me and looked back at her in confusion. What is she going to do? I thought to myself. "Dreamed of the moment I could finally tell you my secret feelings," She put both of her hands on my shoulders, "And I could grab you and kiss you. Oh come here, you big lug!" She exclaimed as she leaned forward and pulled me towards her. She crushed her lips against mine. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. She just surprised me with this big confession, and this even bigger kiss. My heart was racing at a million miles an hour. Why couldn't I just pull away? I felt as though my body was frozen from the shock. My hat flew off in the middle of the kiss. She suddenly pulled away. "I'm confused?" I asked, "Did you say that you… LOVE me?" It was as though everything that just happened flew over my head. She shook me and said, "What are you, deaf?"

"Arnold!" Gerald exclaimed through the walkie-talkie. Helga grabbed the walkie-talkie before I could say anything and exclaimed, "Not now!" and through it over the edge. I could faintly hear Gerald saying, "Not now? Who the?" before the walkie-talkie was out of view. Helga looked at me and said, "Oh Arnold, just hold me!" She exclaimed as she tried to hug and kiss me. I crouched down and jumped away before she could trap me again. "I…I…I..I need to think." I said with huge eyes. She grabbed my arm and put a hand behind my head and said, "I guess you'll have to do the thinking for both of us now, darling!" As she attempted to hug and kiss me again. I managed to get away again. "Woah, this is all happening too fast. I feel…I feel dizzy. I need to lie down." I said as I put a hand on my cheek and looked down. Helga walked up to me and put her hands on both side of my head, "Wonderful, I'll go with you." She said. She had this weird look in her eyes. I didn't know what it was. It was the look someone gave another person when they loved him. But out of every girl in my class, it was Helga who looked at me like that. This was a far cry from the girl that bullies me every day at school.

"Arnold!" Gerald shouted as he tried to get my attention. I looked up startled. "The bell's going to ring any second now!" He said as we went to homeroom. Mr. Simmons was already sitting at his desk. The whole class was surprised, because Mr. Packenham was going to be their teacher. Come to find out, they switched classes, and Mr. Packenham is teaching the fourth grade this year. Arnold wasn't saying that he wasn't happy with that, he was just surprised. He sat in the desk beside Gerald. The bell rang that moment. A few seconds later, the intercom came on. Mr. Wartz's voice came through the intercom. "Good morning P.S. 118. As you all very well know, lunch activities will commence during the lunch time period. And here's another announcement. P.S. 118 is hosting an essay contest. The essay topic is identify a person who had a significant influence on you and what is that influence. The prize is that the winner and their class receive an all expense paid trip to San Lorenzo. And there are three rules. The first rule is that it must be no less than 300 words, and no more than 350 words. The second rule is that you may NOT work on the essay during class time. If a student is caught working during class on the essay, not only will they get disqualified, but their entire class will as well. So please do not be that one student that ruins it for everybody. And the last rule is that no student will discuss their essay with each other. That means showing people your essay. We do not want this to be messy. The essay will be due next Friday, and the winner will be announced the Friday after that. That is all the announcements for the day. Have a good day." The PA system turned off.

Everyone started talking at once. "Settle down class!" Helga raised her hand. "Yes, Helga! Is there something you like to say?" Helga stood up and said, "Okay, buckos! Listen up because I'm only going to say this once. If any of you are stupid enough to work on the essay during class, I will personally hunt you down!" She threw her fist up in the air. Arnold looked at her. Yeah, he wouldn't actually beat that person to a pulp. He would probably ignore them for a little while though. "What are you looking at Foot ball head?" Arnold then realized that he was staring at her. He quickly looked to the front of the classroom. "Okay Helga, that's enough." He said as Helga sat down. "Okay guys! Let's start with math!" Mr. Simmons said as he wrote some fractions on the board. "Stinky, can you come solve number one?" He asked. Stinky walked up to the board. The problem read 4/10+ 5/9, he stood there for a little bit and then turned around. "Mr. Simmons, I'm all confused. I don't know how to do it."

"It's okay Stinky. Is there anyone that wants to help Stinky?" Sid raised his hand. "Yes, Sid?"

"The bottom numbers don't go into each other, so you have to multiply them together. So ten times nine is ninety." Stinky changed the bottom numbers so they both read ninety. "Go on, Sid." Mr. Simmons said. "You then multiply four by nine, and five by ten. So then it should read 36/90+50/90." He did what Sid told him to do. "Now all you have to do is add them together." Stinky finished the problem, and it ended up looking like this: 36/90+50/90=86/90. Stinky then turned around to face Mr. Simmons. "That is correct. You did a good job!" He said with a big smile. Stinky walked back to his desk with a big smile. "Good job!" Sid said as he gave Stinky a high five. "I couldn't have done it without you Sid!" Stinky replied. "Okay Nadine, can you do the second problem?" Nadine nodded and went up to the board. 5/6-3/4. In a few minutes, the board read 20/24-18/24=2/24=1/12. "Thank you, Nadine." She then sat down in her place next to Rhonda. "Okay guys, now it's time for English. I hope you read chapter 1 of Bridge to Terabithia last night. We're going to do the worksheet in class in groups. You four are a group," Mr. Simmons pointed to the place where Arnold, Gerald, Phoebe, and Helga were sitting. "You four are a group," He said pointing to Rhonda, Nadine, Sid, and Curly. Curly ran over to Rhonda and started to sniff her hair. "Eww! Stop smelling my hair, you little freak!" Rhonda exclaimed while she ran to the other side of the classroom. Everyone besides Mr. Simmons, Rhonda, and Curly were laughing. "Mr. Simmons, we can't work together!" She exclaimed as she grimaced at the thought of being next to Curly. "Come on baby, give daddy some sugar!" Curly exclaimed while he ran with his arms in front of him, and he was puckering his lips. "Uggh, Mr. Simmons, make him stop!"

"Curly, that's enough. And Rhonda, go back to your seat. You four will work together," He said pointing at Harold, Lila, Iggy, and Stinky. "And you four will work together," He said pointing to Brainy, Eugene, Sheena, and Lorenzo. Everyone got together and started doing their worksheets. Arnold was sitting next to Gerald, Phoebe was sitting next to Helga, while Brainy sat next to Arnold and Helga. "So, what did you guys think about the book?" Arnold asked after finishing the worksheet. He was hoping to get some discussion in there. He got an "it's alright," from Gerald, and a "It sounds interesting so far," from Phoebe. Everyone in the group looked at Helga. She was the only person in the group who hasn't answered. "I hate it," she said with a shrug. "Why do you hate it Helga?" Arnold asked. "I just hate it, okay!" Helga exclaimed. She really did not want to talk about it. Arnold wasn't going to push her. 'I can understand why she would hate it,' Arnold thought to himself, 'the main character's parents only notice him when they need him to do chores. Otherwise they ignore him and pay more attention to the other kids. It is basically what Helga has to live with.' He gave her a little smile. She turned around and crossed her arms. He shook his head. The bell rang signifying recess. Everyone ran out of the room. Gerald walked up to Arnold and they did their secret handshake. "Hey Arnold, did you hear?" Gerald asked as he desperately tried not to laugh.

"Hear about what, Gerald?" Arnold asked as he put a hand on the jungle gym. "My man fuzzy slippers said that the sixth grade had already gotten disqualified from the contest!"

"Really, what happened?" Arnold asked as his eyes grew wide with this new revelation. "Well he told me that Wolfgang decided to write it in class."

"Wow, you would think he would really want to go to San Lorenzo."

"Yeah, he should have known that they would be extra strict the first day." Arnold said. He looked over at his other classmates. Helga and Phoebe were sitting on the swings, Rhonda was trying her best to get Curly away from her, but it wasn't working. He didn't want to know what Harold, Stinky, and Sid were up to. 'It's probably a prank that they're going to pull on Eugene, that's going to end up in him getting a body cast. I'll go over there and talk to them about it.' He went over there and talked them out of it. He brought up the San Lorenzo trip and they backed off. They went inside for their next lesson, which was history. "Okay guys, today we're going to start on a history project. You're going to make up your own tribe. I will let you know what location in America you're in. Do you guys want different groups, or the same ones we had for English?" Everyone wanted to have the same group, except Rhonda who didn't want to be in the same building with him, let alone the same room. "I'm sorry Rhonda, but it looks like you're outnumbered for this one." She let out a big groan and marched over to her seat. "Wow, someone is acting like a diva today." Helga said to the group, who let out a little laugh. Mr. Simmons finished talking to Lila's group, and then headed over to their table. "Okay, your tribe is from the north. Do you guys have any more questions?" He said. "What exactly are we supposed to do?" Phoebe asked. "You're going to name your tribe, your chief, and describe what they eat, and significant parts of their culture. It's important that you be creative," he said as he put a hand on Phoebe's shoulder. He took if off and then headed over to Rhonda's group. They started talking about what they wanted to name their tribe. "So, what do you guys want to name our tribe?"

"What about Aegoball?" Helga asked as she spun her pen around in her hands.

"Where on Earth did you get that from?" Gerald asked as he looked at her incredulously. Helga scoffed and then said, "the first four letters are the fourth letters in our names, and the second four are the fifth letters in our names."

"No offense, but that doesn't sound like a tribe name at all." Phoebe said coolly. "Well these names sound weird too." Helga said, "Who would want a normal name anyway. It would make learning about them way too boring. "Helga, how do you pronounce it again?"

"I-Go-Ball," she said again. They continued working on their tribe until they had to stop so they could start their weekly spelling bee. All they came up with was that they lived in teepees, and their chief's name was Chief Tailfeather. They lined up in a line. If they got the word right, then they went to the back of the line. If they didn't, they had to sit in their seats. In the end, Helga won the spelling bee. They went to eat lunch. They got some pot roast, mashed potatoes, and corn. They also got some milk. "So," Arnold asked, "Are you doing the contest?"

"Yeah, but why that subject topic?"

"I don't know. Hey, let's stop talking about it before we get disqualified." Gerald nodded. They ate their food, and continued to talk about today's events. The rest of the day, they had to go to music, art class, and computer class. Arnold and Gerald walked home from school together. "So, you wanna go to the arcade, Arnold?" Gerald asked.

"No, I've gotta work on homework."

"Okay Arnold, I'll see you later." Gerald said as they did their secret handshake. "Bye!" Arnold said as he went to the door. He opened it up, and a bunch of animals and Abner ran outside. "Hello there Tex!" Grandma said as she held a fly swatter in her right hand. "Killing another fly, grandma?" Arnold asked as he held onto that book. He was answered with a "woohoo!" and he shook his head. He went upstairs, and sat down at his computer. "I want to win that contest so bad!" He said as he put his hands together. "If our class goes to San Lorenzo, I can find out what happened to my parents." And with that, he turned on his computer. He pulled up Microsoft Word, and he began typing his essay.

Please R&R. Constructive criticism welcomed, but no flames. Oh, and one question. Do you want to see the end product of Arnold's essay next chapter, make it fit somewhere in the last chapter, or is it not relevant to the story and you would rather not see it at all? Please write this with your review.