Disclaimer: Hey Arnold does not belong to me, it never did and it never will *voice breaks* I'm sorry..on with the fic! [The sound of nose blowing echoes in the background.]
As Eugene turned away, Curly stared at the nub in his hand. His pencil was a shadow of its beloved self. Curly's thoughts turned dark as he cradled his now pointy chewed up eraser a plan began to form. A wonderfully, evil, awful plan began to form. Eugene would pay for hurting his beloved writing utensil. The only outward indication of Curly's revenge crazed mind was his whisper "We shall get him my precious, oh yes we shall…muahahahahahahaha…"