Hello, everyone. :D Fellow Hey Arnold fans, WALL-E fans, and newcomers of both or one of the fandoms. Are we all having fun today? Yay!

So now, as you can see, this fanfic will be based on the awesome Disney and Pixar masterpiece WALL-E. Just with some Hey Arnold characters thrown into the mix, and some other modifications. It'll be humanized, too. Mostly.

So, here are the notable characters for this. You may have figured it out, but I shall let you all know anyway.

First off, in the movie, it was BnL (Buy N' Large), and replacing that for this will be the FTI (Future Tech Industries).

In the scenes on Earth, it takes place in New York City. Or what's left of it, rather. Here, we'll have Hillwood City, duh.

Arnold will be our WALL-E (Or he can be R-NLD)

Helga will be our EVE (Or L-GA)

Abner will be our Hal (WALL-E's pet cockroach)

Principal Wartz will be our Captain of the Axiom

Sid will be our M-O

XD We'll see everyone else as they are deemed appropriate. :D Also, if anyone can think of who can be who for the robots from the medical ward, that'd be great!

And oh, I want to also extend a huge thanks to whoadrep8 who made an AWESOME humanized novelization of WALL-E, who has also helped to inspire me to write this. I may steal a reference or two from him. XD

Hey Arnold belongs to Craig Bartlett, Nickelodeon and Viacom

WALL-E belongs to Disney and Pixar

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Earth.

The third planet closest to the sun. The one planet that was known to support life. Over the hundreds of years that have passed, many things have changed, most especially as the new century came about, about a hundred or so years into it. It was, today, not the same in the least.

Today, that very planet, that once contained many and great legends that brought upon what it was once before, was in absolute ruin. More so than it could ever have been in its entire lifespan. For a planet billions of years old, it was quite surprising to see, though it has been over 700 years since it began. Seen either from space, or upon its surface, it was overrun by its very stand-by demise.

Pollution.

It was a mark. A mark left by what had formerly populated this planet. Humans. All that was left was nothing. The entire population of this planet, having reached over six billion, was now gone. Not one remained right now. The planet was empty. Empty of what was once keeping it full. Empty of what had caused it to become what it was now. All across the landscape, littered about, were piles upon piles of garbage. The air was thick with pollution, most if not all water sources were dried up. All of the continents had become desolate wastelands, containing mountains of garbage seen from afar. All of which resembling tundras and desert wastelands. It was a mess, a very big mess.

Notably here, in the FTI Cleanup Sector NA-001, formerly known as Hillwood city, also where the very corporation, Future Tech Industries, had begun, hundreds of years ago. Most if not all the buildings along downtown were either dwarfed or buried under taller piles of trash cubes. They stretched for miles, seemingly endless and all around. The bay had long since dried up, the bridges and once highway overpasses were either destroyed or partly gone. It was all, like the rest of the world now, one polluted valley.

It too, was lacking any sort of human life. Nothing moved. Only the volatile winds that would occasionally blow were even close to movement. It was so big, so quiet, so desolate. Not a living thing seemed to be in sight for miles.

However, if one could hear, there was the sound of music chirping heard. Like a whisper in the winds, but loud and clear. Within the distance, among the trash along the streets and buildings, was a single human traversing the lonely, polluted grounds.

So it wasn't so devoid of life after all.

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"And we won't come back until we've kissed a girl..."

A lone, human male was traversing the desolate, littered streets of what was once Hillwood, just on another day of doing his job. Or his "directive", as it was commonly known throughout his life. The music turned out to be coming from an ancient cassette player the human seemed to have with him. Though eroded with static from abuse and age, it was still playable. In his heavily gloved hands, he held a shovel, and made his way over to a pile of trash.

Set around the Sector were old, ancient trash compactors, which were of course used to compact the trash into cubes. The human scooped some garbage into the compactor, which whirred to life although very weakly, its hydraulics grinding the trash as it compresses it. It then opened, spitting out a 2x2ft cube of trash. With practiced ease, the young man picked it up, it weighed around 50 pounds or so. He then carried it down the street toward a tower of trash.

Following behind him was another life form, a small, pink pig.

Up they went on the tower of trash, with ease since having done this most of his life. The human then reached the top, and placed the cube on top of some other cubes. He gave a sigh of relief and leaned back against the cubes to rest for a little bit.

"Phew." The human spoke, wiping across his forehead.

The young man was Arnold, around 18-19 years old, standing at about 5'9", with an oblong shaped head, or rather known, an American football. His hair was blonde, and stuck upward on his head, parted in the middle, in slight arcs pointing in both directions with unruly ends. His exposed skin and some parts of his hair were dirty from dust and the unforgiving sun.

He wore an old, brown jumpsuit that was marred with dirt, oil, dust, sweat and grease, the sleeves were white and black stripes. On his left side was the FTI logo, beneath it was his name, though it was barely readable. His unseen eyes were covered by a pair of blue-tinted, UVA/UVB protection goggles strapped around his head. In the middle on a small bald spot separating the two sides of his standing hair, a tiny silvery-white cap rested there. He wore dark, heavy boots on his feet and a pair of faded brown gloves with red stripes.

Strapped around his waist was a thick dark brown belt, with the aforementioned cassette player strapped to it, as well as a utility bag, and an igloo lunchox.

Arnold turned and looked back at the pile of cubes, and then noticed something shiny within a nearby cube.

"Hey, what's that?"

Curious, he approached it, and grabbed the metal, shiny thing. He grabbed hold of it, attempting to pull it out. Nothing. He tried again, pulling with all of his strength and still nothing. Sighing, he yanked it again with all of his strength, his feet on the cubes. Finally, the object sprung free and he fell down to the ground on his back, thankfully not off the tower.

Sitting up, Arnold studied the object curiously. It turned out to be an old, metal tin trash can lid.

"Well how do you like that." He said to himself, smiling bemusedly. "An old trash can lid. How ironic."

He was a pretty curious boy, he had been all his life. And something so simple like this could still appease his curiosity.

Getting back up, Arnold looked to the distance, seeing that the sun was slowly dipping in the horizon, seeing that it was going to be dark soon. Turning off his cassette player, which filled the Metropolitan area with dead silence, he decided to call it a day.

"C'mon Abner, let's go home." He said to his pet pig, and then went down the makeshift ramp.

The two descended down the 3000ft tower of trash, down to the streets below to soon get home after yet another long day.