Here's the next chapter of the Monkeyman x Olga story! Anyway, enjoy!

Later that day, Olga had literally dragged Helga over at a mall as Helga groaned as Olga was looking over some dresses. "Oh, baby sister, we're going to be so pretty and fashionable when we make ourselves big at my reunion..."

"I'm sure we will... I just don't know why I was forced to go." Helga frowned, then muttered to herself, "Should have punched you when I had the chance..."

"What was that? I didn't catch that." Olga said, turning in curiosity.

"Er, nothing." Helga smiled nervously. As soon as Olga turned around, Helga sighed. She would like to be anywhere but here right now.

'Why couldn't she have invited someone like Lila?' Helga thought to herself as Olga picked out some dresses.

"I selected some nice dresses for you, baby sister... so we can make you presentable..." Olga smiled.

"Why me?" Helga groaned as she took the dresses as Olga took her hand.

"Now, onto the dressing rooms with you, come, come..." Olga smiled as she dragged Helga over there.

Around the same time, Monkeyman and Arnold had entered in the mall, Monkeyman was now wearing a baseball cap and some normal clothes, including sandals.

"I don't know, Arnold, m-" Monkeyman almost blurted out his name, but he covered his mouth in time as he took a deep breath. "Sorry, that tic!"

"The first thing you're going to learn is how to carry on normal conversation with a normal person..." Arnold said. "And for the sake of better argument, I wouldn't use 'Monkeyman' as your name. Just go for your real one."

"...That's going to be a problem..." Monkeyman sighed as he passed the shop clerk.

"Hey, Monkeyman, how you doin'?" The shop clerk asked nicely.

"Oh, doin' all right." Monkeyman smiled, waving towards the shop clerk.

Arnold glared at Monkeyman as he sighed. "This is what I mean. I know there are some people that refer to you as Monkeyman... I feel part of that was my fault, since I had to reintroduce you to the world the first time... but you need to try to be more like..."

"Kevin Cannari!" A bit of a cold voice startled everyone in the room.

Monkeyman's eyes widened as he, Arnold and the shop clerk turned to see a male person coming in.

This male was around his forties, wearing a nice black suit, and a blue tie. His hair was combed back with a blonde look to him, and his smile felt a bit cold, but reassuring. His eyes were a mixture of blue and green, and near the bottom... he had one working leg with one black shoe... and the other leg... was pretty mechanical.

"M-Mr. Bramble? That you?" Monkeyman said, his eyes sparkling.

"Who?" Arnold asked.

"Mr. Owen Bramble. One of the most highly polished politicians of our time." The shop clerk explained. "Used to be in the military for the Cold War back in the eighties at a very young age. Got his leg blown off during the war... some say he managed to survive an attack from the Russians..."

"Not only that... he's also one of my teachers in my high school! Mr. Bramble, it's been a while!" Monkeyman smiled as he offered a hand.

Mr. Bramble examined Monkeyman's hand... then gave a bit of a smile, accepting the handshake. "I'd say likewise to you, my boy. I haven't seen you since you've decided to just go off, saying you want to do your own thing..."

"You always say you were going to help people out, protect the world... and I always went by that lookout, sir." Monkeyman smiled.

"Good of you to do that. Well, I'd love to stay and chat more, my boy, but I have some business to attend to... I'm planning on running for president, after all..." Owen Bramble gave a chuckle as he started to go along the back. But then he turned back around. "Oh, by the way..."

"Yes?" Monkeyman asked.

"Hope to see you at that high school reunion, Mr. Cannari." Bramble chuckled as he started to go off. "I'm particularly looking forward to it."

Monkeyman gave a sigh of happiness as Arnold raised an eyebrow. "What a guy..."

"I don't know, Monkeyman, did something seem off about that guy?" Arnold said, raising an eyebrow.

"Why do you ask, mo-" Monkeyman started... before covering his mouth up and muttering his name under his hand. Once he removed the hand, he groaned, "Stupid tic!"

"It's just... the man doesn't look too friendly..." Arnold said, uncomfortable.

"Eh, he's an okay guy. Once you get around the cold exterior, he's just an all right guy. He just acts cold because of what happened in the Cold War..." Monkeyman explained. "He doesn't give out the full story, but the only thing he can tell us is he lost his leg through... odd means."

"Odd means. That's a strange quote..." Arnold shook his head as he motioned over to Monkeyman. "Anyway, while we search for some good clothes for you, we'll try to work on that 'getting more social' bit..."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the store, Olga had just sent Helga in to try out the dresses, Helga was just showing off the last dress (a nice, blue dress) to her older sister begrudgingly as she turned. "Well?"

Olga's eyes twinkled in delight as she gave a smile. "Oh, baby sister, you look so adorable in that."

"I wish you stop calling me your baby sister." Helga muttered to herself.

"Okay, you go get dressed up, and I'll wait right for you." Olga gave a smile as Helga marched off to the dressing rooms, muttering something under her breath.

Olga gave a shake of her head. Helga was always so cute in the dresses, but she just didn't understand why or how she wouldn't give her a second look. It just wasn't something she understood.

"Well, well, do my eyes deceive me, or do I spot one of my most beautiful, if not one of my most favorite students in my class?"

Olga got back to reality as she turned to see a smiling Owen Bramble walking up to her. Olga shook her head in surprise as she smiled, "Mr. Bramble, is that you? I haven't seen you since the year I graduated high school!"

"And what a year that was..." Mr. Bramble gave a slight chuckle to himself as he was slowly examining her, with a glint in his eyes. "My, my, it seems you grew up since I've last seen you, Miss Olga Pataki... I'm sorry, are you still going by your old last name or has that changed at all?"

"Oh no, I'm still single." Olga giggled as Helga was coming out, holding the dresses, but Helga noticed Olga was busy. Noticing an opportunity, she left the dresses near a chair and started to turn around, hopefully to lose Olga before she noticed her gone. Olga didn't notice as she continued, "I was engaged to someone at one point, but he left me with no rhyme or reason."

"No kidding? Pity how much he missed out... you always were a smart girl... and a very pretty one to boot..." Owen Bramble said, still eying her a bit as he thought to himself, "What a woman she turned out to be. Nice legs, cute face, lovely smile... luscious... yeah... no doubt about it."

"Yeah, but I'm over him now. I was upset for a couple of days, but figured it'd be best to move on... and move on I have. You see, I've just come back to visit my family, and I noticed my high school reunion coming up..." Olga said.

"Oh, is that why you're here, Olga? To come and attend this reunion? I've been planning on coming over there myself... as a bit of an MC, if you will." Mr. Bramble smiled.

"Oh, are you still teaching class?" Olga asked, out of curiosity.

"Unfortunately, I decided to retire the teaching business. I moved on to politics. I'm currently in the running for the governor of Washington here..." Mr. Bramble said.

"Oh, are you now? Well, good luck with that." Olga gave a smile as she turned in curiosity. "She should have been- oh, for goodness sakes. I'm sorry, Mr. Bramble, I'm with my little sister, who I'm taking to my high school reunion with, and it seems she's run off to do her own thing."

"Would you like me to help you look for her?" Mr. Bramble asked.

"Thanks, Mr. Bramble, but I'm sure she hasn't gotten that far." Olga gave a smile as she collected the dresses. "It was nice talking to you, though."

"It's no trouble at all, Olga. Maybe we can talk more at the high school reunion." Mr. Bramble smiled. "I want do some more catching up with my favorite student..."

"Of course. I'll try to keep my eye open." Olga said as she collected the dresses. "See you there."

As Olga started to go off, Mr. Owen Bramble's gaze followed her leaving figure lustfully as he gave a smirk. "Such swaying hips... a perfect angle... and single too... to think, I had a student-teacher crush on you at high school, Miss Pataki... all I have to do is win you over..."

Mr. Owen Bramble gave a chuckle as he turned around, "I think I'll be able to convince you that I'm the one for you..."

"Okay, separated from Olga, done. Now to get near the door and make a good getaway..." Helga said as she started to get close.

Unfortunately, as soon as she turned a corner, she bumped into someone as they both fell down.

Arnold groaned and shook his head. "Helga?"

"Arnold?" Helga shook her head in shock, wondering what the love of her life was doing there... before shaking her head, giving a frown. "I mean, what are you doing here, football head?"

"I'm trying to help... Kevin... here on buying some clothes for a reunion." Arnold said as he pointed over to Monkeyman, who was examining tuxedos.

Helga raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Kevin. A friend that one of my friends knew that... told me that he needed some help and advice. I thought it was a little out of my territory, but I'm trying my best to help." Arnold explained.

"Oh. Well, good luck with that." Helga frowned as she started to go off.

"Wait a minute, Helga. You didn't tell me why you were here." Arnold stopped Helga.

Helga frowned. "If you must know, I'm clothes shopping with Olga."

Helga said Olga's name as if in spite.

"Oh, your older sister's home?" Arnold asked.

"Yeah, like for a month or so, can we not talk about this right now, I really have to-" Helga was about to go off.

"Baby sister, there you are!"

Helga groaned as she stood and glared at Arnold. "This is all your fault."

Sure enough, as if on cue, Olga was coming over with the dresses, along the same time Monkeyman was coming over with the tuxedos.

"Arnold, I think I know which suits I-" Monkeyman started before he and Olga rounded the same corner and collided with each other.

Arnold and Helga shook in surprise, yelping and jumping as the two adults rubbed their heads.

"I am so sorry, miss, are you all right..." Monkeyman asked... before looking at Olga's face.

"I think s-" Olga got as far before Olga turned to see Monkeyman's face. The two of them then stopped talking as they looked like they were examining each other, as if they had met before. "Hey... I think I know you from somewhere."

"You know... I do too." Monkeyman said as he and Olga got up. "Didn't we go to the same high school together?"

Helga and Arnold, watching this, look flabbergasted as Arnold pulled out Monkeyman's school class photo and looked at the people in there again. Helga was confused as to what's going on, whereas Arnold was starting to piece a few things together once he found the face of the person he was looking for.

"I believe so..." Olga smiled. "I think we've seen each other a few times, but we..."

"...never talked face to face?" Monkeyman smiled. "Yeah, life's odd that way, mo-" He covered his mouth and coughed. "Excuse me, sorry."

"That's all right." Olga smiled as she offered her hand. "I'm Olga. Olga Pataki."

"Kevin. Kevin Cannari." Monkeyman shook her hand.

Arnold stared flabbergasted... then started to give a big smile, as if a plan was forming. Helga noticed Arnold's smile in confusion as she asked, "Uh, Arnold, what's going on?"

"Helga... that guy I'm helping... is going to a class reunion that I think Olga is attending at the same time..." Arnold said, giving a huge smile to himself, concocting a plan.

And we'll end the second chapter here! Sorry for leaving it right there, but I figure I may as well introduce a new OC out of the way, and some of the characterisitis of the guy have been suggested by DMan51 on fanfiction, so I like to thank him for some of the ideas. Owen Bramble is officially created! Next chapter will probably focus more on Monkeyman and Olga's start, along with Arnold and Helga as well! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!