A/N: This is the first HA! Fanfic that I'm putting up. It's completely random, crazy, stupid, and anything else you guys want to describe it as, and I'm pretty much making this up as I go along, but that's really okay with me, haha. I've decided to set it pre-confession, just because I don't want to have to deal with the awkwardness of post-confession. I mean, I love the awkwardness, but this little ficcy is purely for my own (and hopefully your) entertainment, so I figure we don't need anything super-angst filled or cutesy. It's kind of like a sequel to the episode when Helga sleepwalks. Anyways, enjoy, and please read and review!

Summary: After an unfortunate incident at a fast-food restaurant, our young heroine, Helga, begins seeing things—talking dogs, belly-dancing hippos, even Jay Leno. Can her football-headed love-bug revive her from the spell, or will she be doomed to a life of hallucinations with incredibly large chins?

Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! characters, settings, etc. Viacom, Nickelodeon, Snee-oosh, and Craig Bartlett do. I also do not own Taco Bell, and I'm almost positive that anything and everything I write about them is untrue, so don't sue me for spreading "slanderous rumors" or whatever, I highly doubt that this would EVER happen. Because Taco Bell is better than that! Yeah!

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Helga POV

The wind whistled through the open car window, drowning out Miriam and Big Bob's off-key rendition of "Barbie Girl". As we slowed down at a stoplight, I could hear Miriam's pathetically girly, "Oh, I love you, Ken!" before she turned around to speak to me.

"Helga, sweetie, aren't you glad we took this little family outing?" she asked in her normal ditzy drawl. I scowled darkly as the light turned green and Big Bob hit the gas.

"Why couldn't we just eat your slop at home like usual?" I growled. Her face fell, and she turned back around as "I'm Too Sexy" began. She and Big Bob joined their warbling voices with the already painfully horrendous din. "It's not like we'll be any more of a family at Taco Bell than we are at home." I muttered darkly as we screeched into the parking lot.

I suppose I should retrace my steps over the last half-hour or so.

So here it is.

No, wait.

We have to wait for the funny fog stuff that means it's time for a flashback, then we can—oh, wait, there it is…

I climbed the steps to my house, my eyes watering as the bitter wind stung my nose and bare fingers. Flinging the door open, I called out, "Miriam, I'm home!"

I was pretty late getting in, because Eugene got himself stuck in a tree again, and Arnold was being his obnoxiously helpful self and made us all "work together to achieve our goal!" or whatever it was. How I hate that boy, always trying to get us to "look on the bright side". What an annoying little goody-two-shoes. I don't even know where that saying comes from. I mean, I wear two shoes. Does that make me a goody-two-shoes? No. Just Arnold. Arnold with his two shoes and his strangely elliptical head and his hair that shimmers like the noonday sun, or like a freshly-picked lemon, or a freshly-picked lemon in the noonday sun, and his noble air and openness about his feelings, and his constant disregard for his own well-being, and…

Oh, right. The story. Where was I? Flinging the door open? Right.

I trudged into the kitchen, where Miriam had fallen asleep with a half-drunk smoothie in her hand. The clock read 6:17. I tapped my slumbering mother on the shoulder, and she awoke with a start.

"Oh, Helga, you're home…" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and re-adjusting her glasses. I noticed her eyes flicker towards the clock, then widen in panic as she realized that Big Bob would be home in 13 minutes and she hadn't prepared dinner yet. She opened her mouth to speak again, paused, then decided against it and stood up. "You should get your coat, Helga… we're gonna just… go out to eat tonight."

And here we are now, in the parking lot of Taco Bell, Miriam searching for her purse in the trunk and Big Bob and myself scowling, both of our unibrows furrowed in frustration with our moderately dim-witted companion.

"I found it!" Miriam yelled triumphantly, holding up a small green handbag. Big Bob rolled his eyes at her, leading us both into the restaurant.

After we had each placed our respective orders and sat down in the dirty, slowly deteriorating booth, the awkward conversation began.

"So, Olga," began Big Bob, "This is nice, huh? A nice, wholesome meal out with the family."

"Um, first of all,dad, I'm Helga, and second of all, in case you hadn't noticed, we're eating at a Taco Bell, for cripes' sake!" I spat, my eyes bulging slightly like they always do when I get angry. I hate that about me, my eyes are so bulgy.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't raise your voice at me, young lady!" he bellowed. I scowled and turned away, lifting my Chalupa Supreme to my lips. Just as I was about to take a bite, Miriam placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Now, Helga. Don't get all pouty. Your father just wants us all to have a good time together." She murmured, trying to coax me out of my attitude.

"Yeah, sure, now can I eat my food, please?" I retorted, glaring at her. She pulled her hand away and turned her gaze to the greasy taco in front of her. Again I raised the chalupa to my mouth, taking a huge bite and wiping a dollop of sour cream from the corner of my mouth. I chewed in silence, swallowed, then cringed. It was the vilest thing I had ever tasted. It was like a cyanide burrito or something, I wanted to vomit. I felt the edges of my vision go blurry as the sour taste, still lingering on the edge of my senses, seemed to penetrate my mind. Nervously, I peeled open the chalupa, and gazed down upon the source of the sourness: inside of the chalupa, hidden amongst the regular ingredients, was a large, slimy green caterpillar, its head bitten off and its back legs still wiggling feebly. I stood up, wobbling on my feet for a moment, and then collapsed into a heap on the floor. The last thing I remember is Miriam's shoes walking towards me, then, nothing.

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A/N: Gosh, I hope you liked it! I'm sorry it was kinda short, and maybe a little boring. I guess the purpose of this one wasn't so much to entertain as to explain how it all started. The next one will probably be a lot better, and a lot longer (so get ready)! Anyways, like I said, review please, no flames, and if you have critiques, try and be relatively nice, please. I'm kinda sensitive, haha. I'll update soon, probably by Monday. I love you all!