I own nothing.
Helga looked in the mirror. Her height was gone and so was her vision. Phoebe's mother and father ran into the room.
"Darling, is something wrong? We heard ya scream." Phoebe's mother asked.
"Crimeny, don't you knock?" Helga yelled.
"Phoebe, are you feeling alright? You sound like that friend of yours." She answered.
"You mean Helga?" She replied. Might as well play along. This was obviously not going away.
"Yes, the mean one."
"She isn't mean." Helga answered.
"Didn't she throw glue all over that one boy that is friends with your little crush?" Phoebe's mother answered.
"Little crush? Oh you mean Geraldo!"
"Phoebe? Stop using that horrid vocabulary. Don't you have some studying to do?" Her father asked.
"Ummmm, yes. I just have to call Helga for the assignment."
"You didn't write it down? That's not like you. Honey, Maybe you should take the day off. You don't seem well enough for school tomorrow." Her mother answered.
"Tomorrow, ummmm. Yeah sure. I'm just going to make that call now."
"Alright just remember to study. You have a test this Friday." Her father said.
"Sure thing."
Phoebe's parents just shock their heads and walked away, closing the door behind them.
The phone rang.
"Hello." It was weird for Helga to hear her own voice answering.
"Phoebe?"
"Helga?"
"Meet in the park in 20?" Helga asked.
"Meeting."
Helga, opened a window and climbed out. She was going to figure this out.