Chapter 1: Kicked from the Cartoon-Crammin'

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Kablam! Studios Mad Avenue, Noggle St.
Taping In Session 10:46 AM

It seemed that duing taping, things were as heptic as usual. Henry was trying to escape from Mr. Foot, June laughing sinisterly, and the entire studio seemed to be crumbling apart. However, all of this came screeching to a halt when Mr. Stockdale walked in the room. And you better believe it, he wasn;t happy.

[Mr. Stockdale] Hank! Jane! It seems that this is going to be one of our worst years yet.

[June] What happened, Henry's secret Thundergirl shrine was exposed to the public.

[Henry] *rolls eyes* Wow, with friends like this...

[Mr. Stockdale] Get serious Harold! I just got this letter from the FCC! It reads, I've been an "irresposible" adult manager. Unless I send you off to a real school, Kablam! is going to go Kaput!

[Henry] And we should care... WHY?

[June] No studio = no home, Hanksky. It means we can't get money, and we have to pull the plug on everyone who works here!

June then ran to hug Mr. Foot embracingly.

[Henry] Like we really need that flea-ridden...

Mr. Foot then growled menacingly, a psychotic look in his now bloodshot eyes. He meant buisness.

[Henry] And by flea-ridden, I mean well rounded!

[Mr. Stockdale] Now, the only place I could find is somewhere called P.S. 118... this reminds me when I was in the army, we had little food and we were forced to evacuate...

[June] Quick! Grab the form so we can make like a banana out of here!

Henry then quickly scribbled his signature, and June did along with him. Then, they ran as fast as they can; but what would go along elsewhere?

Hillwood, Washington P.S. 118 Mr. Simmon's Class Period 3: Math 10:45 AM

[Mr. Simmons] So if we could all turn our test prep books to Chapter 3...

The class groaned. Nobody really liked to do math, especially since the exam was coming along. The current problem was x + 12x2 (23) = ?.

[Mr. Simmons] Now, who wants to solve the problem?

The tubby kid named Harold was starting to make a wise remark.

[Harold] Gee, Mr. Simmons, I'd LOVE to... except for the fact that Math stinks!

Harold then threw his book out of the window, and put both feet on the desk.
An average day in Mr. Simmons' 5th Grade class. Due to positive feedback from the kids, he became their teacher once again. Gazing hopelessly into the math handbook was Arnold. He was an average kid, but he always tried to look up into the bright side of things. He was generally well spoken and accepted, but there was only one who really "hated" him...

Helga, who sat behind Arnold, blew a spitball at the behind at Arnold's head. Annoyed, he tried to swat it out of his hair, but Mr. Simmons thought he was raising his hand.

[Mr. Simmons] Oh, Arnold! Would you like to do the problem?
He then offered Arnold some chalk.

The class was moderately quiet, aside from Helga's snickering. It was all in her satisfaction to aggrivate him. Her mission was accomplished when Arnold looked behind, straight at Helga, with pure anger in his eyes.

Normally, Arnold would have never complained of such a thing, but to see that it was all Helga's fault he was up on the blackboard, it made him cringe.

A few minutes later, Arnold walked away from the blackboard, nervously waiting for what to happen next.

[Mr. Simmons] Wow, Arnold! That's exactly correct!

Now, you could actually hear some applause. It was mainly from Arnold's friends, mostly Gerald. Math is actually one of the hardest subjects, so this was a big accomplishment.

[Gerald] Way to go, man!

As Arnold walked back to his seat, he said, "It was nothing."

[Helga] Criminy! Is there any way this year can get worse? Arnold, what a snob. What a brainiac...

Helga continued muttering all the way to her locker when Mr. Simmons dismissed the class. It was to her dismay that her plan was twarted. When she got to her locker, she then looked to her left, and right.

She then ducked into a corner where she was nowhere to be seen by anyone, and continued as she pulled out a heart shaped locket from her shirt.

[Helga] Oh, Arnold. With your sweetly blond hair, your noble sense to do good and take action when needed, you always seem to make miracles happen... but why am I so paranoid, so naive, so ignorant of constantly tormenting you? If there were only one chance where I could shed this excess skin of a schoolyard bully... if only...

[Arnold] Helga?

[Helga] Sheesh! Can't a girl get some alone time?

[Arnold] Well, from what I heard, you l-

Helga then covered Arnold's mouth from completeing the sentence. If anyone found out, it would be the end. The only ones who knew were Phoebe, Dr. Bliss, and Arnold himself after saving the town from demilition.

[Arnold] Look, you're actually not that bad of a person. I don't mind you being, well... YOU. I'm willing to be friends with you, but what would be the point of being so discrete?

[Helga] Well, you see...

Arnold then held Helga's hand, with an assuring, friendly look on his face.

[Arnold] You wanna have lunch with me?

Helga then smiled, almost blushing. They then walked together toward the cafeteria.

[Helga] Thanks, Arnold.

[Arnold] Anytime. I mean, It's not like our lives will change by the time we come back to the classroom.