"Oh Arnold my love, how I adore your cornflake yellow hair. That beautiful football-shaped head of yours."

Helga la in her bed gazing at the picture of Arnold in her heart pendant that she kept inside her shirt. Oh how

she loved him, ever since that day in kindergarten when she met him.

"Hey Helga," her father's deep, throaty voice pierced into her daydream. "Get down here!"

"For what dad!" she screamed back annoyed.

"I need you to try on this beeper costume for the Big Bob's Beeper Emporium commercial."

"No dad, I'm busy. Get some other bozo to do it! Criminey!" she said to herself. She opened and walked

into her closet and pulled the string on the floor. A door opened and she dropped down into a dark room.

There was a dim glow from the other side of the room, and as she got closer she smiled. There he was,

Arnold. Her shrine to him was almost perfect, life-like. She just wished she could have that little blue hat from

off of his head. She took out her little green notebook and began to write:

Oh Arnold,How I adore you. The way you always wear that little blue cap, your smile, your generosity. Oh

how I wish I could be like you. How I long to hold you, to kiss you, to be with you. Oh I love you, I love

you, I love you. You are my world and I'd give anything to be with you.

She smiled and added love Helga as a close without thinking. Overwhelmed with happiness she folded her

letter, sealed in an envelope, and put Arnold's address on the front. Then she went to her room and put the

letter next to the one she wrote her sister that rested on her nightstand, and then called Phoebe.

"Phoebe, I need you to come mail my letter to my sister Olga." She waited for her response.

"I don't care that your doing your homework right now, I need you to come do it."

"Why can't I do it? I've got stuff to do with Bob, the maniac that he is."

"I know I don't like her Phoebe, but she's all lonely and sappy up there in Alaska and I thought I'd bring just a little light to her gloom, not." She laughed.

"Oh shut up Pheebs and get over here and mail this letter. I wont be here when you get here so it's the letter on the right on my nightstand." Then Helga left to go be the beeper in her father's commercial.

When Phoebe got to Helga's house she was so nervous.

"This place always makes me nervous," she thought to herself. She walked up the stairs to Helga's room and opened the door and became so nervous she couldn't remember what Helga said about the letters, so she just grabbed the closet one to her and left.

When Helga returned home she turned the light on to her room, looked at her nightstand, and her heart stopped. She couldn't believe it. She broke out in a cool sweat and the droplets beaded down her face. Her breathing became shallow and her mouth became oh so dry; she couldn't swallow. She picked up the receiver and clumsily dialed Phoebe's number.

"PHOEBE!" she screamed into the phone. "What letter did you MAIL!?"

"THE ONE ON THE LEFT? I SAID THE ONE ON THE RIGHT. YOU MAILED THE WRONG LETTER!"

"What do you mean I mailed the wrong letter?" Phoebe said in her small, quiet voice.

"You mailed the letter I wrote to Arnold in my spastic outburst of love. It wasn't meant to be mailed. He's not supposed to see it. Oh god Phoebe what am I gonna do?"

Just then the phone beeped; there was someone on her other line.

"Hold on Phoebe….Hello?"

"Helga? It's Arnold. I got your letter. We need to talk." She gasped.