Helga's Dog
AN: First Fanfic, please enjoy! Rate, review, favorite! I'll try to keep this as authentic as possible. I know that the flyers and phone call waiting seems a lot like Egg Story, so I apologize. I own none of Hey Arnold, sadly, Craig does.
Setting: P.S. 118: Front of School, After School
"Yeah! I just got him!" said Sid holding a white rat in him arms.
"Well, golly, Sid, you sure are lucky; my parents would never let me have a pet!" Stinky exclaimed.
Arnold pet the rat. "Wow Sid, he's really cool,"
Helga narrowed her eyes at Arnold from behind the trash cans, mimicking him. "Wow, Sid, he's really cooool! Arnold, that stupid geek bait, how mushy gushy he is, how he's impressed by a dumb animal. . .and yet," Helga batted her eyes and pulled out her locket. "how his alluring personality proposes kindness, he compassionately pushes back the nefarious discrimination of those dangerous, he bears none of the distressing shyness, he politely avoids the acts that produce the most treacherous," She swooned, but immediately jumped when she heard Brainy breathing.
Narrowing her eyes again, she punched him square in the face and sprang to her feet. Arnold and Gerald froze, surprised that Helga was behind the trash cans.
"What were you doing behind there, Helga?" asked Arnold.
Helga brushed of the dust from her jumper, "None of YOUR business, Arnoldo," she walked toward them. "Now beat it before I make you!"
Both boys rolled their eyes, but moved out of her way.
"So, you wanna hit the smoothie place?" Helga readjusted her backpack.
"Actually, I have to study for the geometry test next Friday," Phoebe said.
Helga scoffed, "What? Old Simmons' 'Advanced Testing'" she replied making air quotes.
"I'm really sorry Helga, but I gotta go,"
"Fine, whatever," Helga said.
"Bye! See you tomorrow!" Phoebe waved and ran across the street.
Helga muttered to herself, "Advanced Placement Testing and I have to study toooday!" she waved her lunch bag above her head sarcastically. The bag ripped open and fell on her head, along with her uneaten sandwich. "Ow!" Helga scowled.
The sandwich fell by an alley, and Helga rolled her eyes. "Great, just great!"
She knelt down to pick it up, but a puppy grabbed it first, running back into the alley. "Hey! Come back here, you dirty animal!" Helga yelled. She ran after it, but when she found it already devoured the thing. "Dumb mutt!" she crossed her arms, annoyed. The lab looked up at her, its stomach rumbled a bit and it's eyes widened in shame. Helga's face softened just a little. "Fine," she opened her backpack. "Get in, but don't get all kissy with me."
"Miriam, I'm home!" Helga yelled when she opened the door.
Miriam who laid asleep on the couch, jumped at Helga's voice. "Oh, hello, dear. There's some Chicken Marsala in the fridge," she slurred.
"Thanks, Miriam," Helga said irritated.
Helga tiptoed to the stairs and quickly ran up into her room, slamming her door. She opened her backpack. "Okay, you creep, get out," she whispered.
The yellow puppy crawled out of the pack. "Now stay there!" Helga poured some chips on the carpet, the thing fell into the pile, eating away. "Hey, you're not that bad. . .Chip," she relaxed her face.
Helga finally got in bed. She and Chip spent the whole day playing. Ball, hide and seek, you name it. Helga rubbed the dog's head, "Night, Chip,"
"Hey Helga!" Phoebe ran to catch up with Helga. "I was thinking about your offer about the smoothies and that fits in my schedule perfectly today!"
Helga shooed her hand. "Can't,"
"Well why not?"
Helga looked right and left before opening her bag. Inside was the lab. "Helga, he's absolutely adorable! Did your parents buy you him?"
Now, other kids began to gather around her. "What's its name?" "Where did you get him?"
"His name is Chip; found him in an alley, he was hungry,"
"Boy," Harold rubbed his belly. "I'm hungry too."
"That's really nice, Helga," Arnold said.
Helga turned her head away from the crowd and swooned, but turned back, putting back her front.
"Like a damsel in distress," Stinky said.
Phoebe held up her finger. "Actually the definition of a damsel is a young, unmarried woman,"
"Yeah, yeah! We get that you're all smarty-pants, but I'M STILL HUNGRY!" Harold moaned.
Helga opened the front door; her dad was on the couch watching his newest beeper commercial and her mom was by the stove making dinner.
"Helga, sweetheart, you're home. Would you mind handing me the, um. . .grater," Miriam called from the kitchen.
"Sure, Miriam," Helga searched through the cupboards.
"It's in the drawer, dear,"
Helga pulled out the grater and handed it to her. "Wait,"
"What?" she groaned.
"There's a turkey in the fridge, could you-"
"Yes, Miriam, I'll get your stupid-" Helga pulled out the 'turkey'. "This is a chicken!"
Her mom scratching her chin, confused. "I'm was sure I bought a-"
Helga pointed at the label. "It says chicken! You bought a-" Helga's backpack shifted. "A, uh, um, a chic-chicke-" she stuttered as the bag squirmed again. "A chicken." and just as Helga finished her sentence, Chip bounded out of the pack. He started barking, yapping, woofing at the chicken. He went crazy, running around the house. "No! Come back, get back here, you idiot!" screeched Helga.
Chip, so innocently, ran into the forbidden territory, especially now, since Big Bob was watching his show. "Chhiipp!" Helga ran into the room, but she was too late, the dog peed on Olga's most prized baton she used in the Fourth of July parade five years ago.
"Who's dang dog is this? MIRIAM!" boomed Helga's dad.
"Dad," Helga rubbed her arm. "I found him in a-"
"Well then, Olga, that dog is leaving this house by tomorr-"
"It's Helga, Dad!" she cried back.
"You!" Bob pointed his finger at the girl. "Get your fanny upstairs along with that hairball!"
Helga let out a frustrated scream as she carried Chip upstairs. "Yet right, like Chip's leaving anytime soon, ha! I'll show him, he's not bossing me around." Helga grumbled.
In the morning, Helga crawled out her bedroom window, hiding the stowaway in her backpack.
As soon as Helga got to the entrance of the door, her classmates gathered around her, asking about Chip.
"Gimmie some space, dweebs!" scowled Helga.
"I wonder what's her problem?" Stinky said.
Helga walked up to Stinky, pointing her finger. "I'll tell you what the problem is, you twisted freak, Bob wants Chip out, and he wants Chip out by today!"
The kids began to talk, why? Is Mr. Pataki allergic? But Chip is so cute!
Arnold placed his hand on Helga's shoulder. "Gee, Helga. That's too bad, maybe after school we could find someone else willing to take him?"
Helga swatted off his hand, but continues to speak, "Fine, Football Head, but I doubt it'll work,"
"Okay, class-" but Mr. Simmons lost their attention when the bell rang. "Class?! Remember, the quiz is on simplifying fractions!"
Helga walked up her Arnold's desk. "Okay, bucko, what's your genius plan?"
Arnold pulled out some flyers from inside of his desk. "I was thinking that we could put these around town,"
"This better work,"
"If no one calls-"
"Someone will,"
"Hmpf!" Helga crossed her arms. She sat on his couch, playing with Chip for a while, and, finally, the phone rang. Helga looked at the phone, then to Arnold, then back to the phone.
"What?" asked Arnold.
"Well get it,"
"But you're closer!"
"Get the phone!" Helga sat up.
Arnold closed his eyes for a few seconds, probably regretting helping Helga, and picked up the phone. "Hello? Dog. . .well, we might have to interview you before-ok, ok, Sunset Arms Boarding House. See you!"
"Hello, this is Helga and I'm Arnold,"
"Where's the dog?" the woman asked. She was dressed in a poofy scarf, and looked more like a clown than woman in Helga's opinion.
Helga reluctantly held up Chip. "Right here, lady," Arnold nudged Helga. "What?"
Gertie came in, dressed in a pirate suit, with cookies and milk. "Oh! You must be Captain Wishwash! I honor you with deluxe, store-bought, biscuits," she knelt on her knees, worshipping the lady.
"Pookie!" Phil called. "Stop bothering people!"
Gertie handed Arnold the cookies and milk and ran back into the kitchen.
Arnold lead Helga and the lady into the living room. Helga sat next to Arnold, while the woman seated herself across from them. Arnold pulled out a clipboard. "Okay, ma'am, what's your name?"
"Mademoiselle Yhatt,"
Helga cringed at the horrible name. "So, Yhatt, had any pets before?"
"I had a boy,"
"Wow, what a dumbbell," Helga whispered.
Arnold gave her a stern look and asked her the next question. "How compatible are you with dogs?"
"I like dogs,"
Helga buried her face in her hands and moaned. The interview went on and on and on. Wait-interview? No, no, INTERVIEWS! By the time the two were finished-well, to be honest, Arnold-it was already sunset.
"So, any good ones?" Arnold asked hopefully.
"Oh, shove it, Football Head. Everyone of them were wackjobs or creeps!"
The pair sat slumped against the couch, idea-less. "Arnold!" yelled Phil. Arnold leaped to his feet. "Arnold, catch that dang pig!"
Abner came sprinting into the room, squealing, and Phil ran after him with a fishing net. The pig tracked mud prints all over the carpet, but before it could do any more damage, Arnold grabbed it. "Aw, darn, look at what that little rascal did!" Phil scolded the pig. "Take that bacon outside."
"It's okay, Grandpa," Arnold carried the pig and Helga carried the dog out of the boarding house. They put the pets down on the grass; they seemed to get along.
Helga snapped her fingers. "That's it!"
"What?"
"You already have, like, a million animals living in your house! You can take Chip too!"
"Grandpa!"
Phil ran out the door. "Where's the fire?"
"There's no fire, Grandpa, but Helga and I were wondering if Chip would be allowed to stay here?"
"And I'll be allowed to see him whenever?"
"Yep, I talked to Grandpa,"
Arnold and Helga were walking down to Helga's house. Before the moment got too awkward, Helga broke the silence. "Arnold, you're not that bad of a guy,"
"Thanks,"
"No problem, buster," Helga said as she playfully punched Arnold's shoulder. "But, if Chip ever goes missing, I'll make sure you won't see again,"
"Haha, yeah right!" Arnold laughed, doubting her.
"You wanna make something of it, geek bait?"
Arnold stopping laughing. "No,"
"Good," Helga smiled.
