"CRIMINY PEOPLE, CAN'T YOU GET ANYTHING RIGHT?!" Helga yelled angrily as Stinky, Sid, and Harold, the usual three troublemakers, once again messed up their scene.

She stamped her foot on the ground in an angry, hurrying fashion. While Helga was never Miss Sunshine and always a grueling taskmaster when she was put in charge of something, her classmates noticed that she was more irritable and demanding than usual. She turned around to see a certain beautiful football-headed creature standing comfortingly near her. She broke into a reverie, but quickly realized what she was doing and narrowed her unibrow.

"What are you looking at football head?!" She sneered.

"Helga, it's been hours, and you're being extremely rude today." Arnold lectured.

"Yeah, so what football head? We're on crunch time now and...and...I don't know just get out of my face alright?!" She seethed.

Arnold narrowed his eyes. "Helga, this wouldn't happen to be related to your sister coming home would it?" He asked skeptically.

Helga darted her eyes around the room. "I...I...it isn't!" She objected.

"Helga, you can't avoid going home tonight. We can't stay here forever."

Helga looked around, glaring at everyone. They were getting restless. It had grown dark outside a while ago. All looked at her with longing faces.

"Helga...I know you want your play to go well but don't use us as an excuse to avoid your sister!" Gerald said somewhat angrily.

Helga looked around again. People were leaning in, anticipating her response.

"Oh alright! Go home and be back here tomorrow! Full dress rehearsal!" She ordered.

Helga grumbled when Arnold's voice interrupted her.

"Helga, why don't you just give your sister a chance this time?" Arnold asked skeptically as the two left P.S. 118's auditorium and got on the bus. "You're always hostile to her every time she comes home."

"Because it's the same thing every time, Arnoldo." Helga answered with a frown. "Nothing ever changes. Olga comes to town, sucks up all the attention, and never listens to me. And now she gets to come to my play to make me even more miserable." Helga grumbled.

"Helga, don't you think you should at least try to have a serious talk with her? Shouldn't you take it as a compliment that she thought enough about you to keep track of your play over what must have been her hectic last weeks at college and now she wants to come and see it on its debut?"

"You just don't get it, Arnoldo. And you Never. Will. Got it?" Helga grumbled with a frown.

Arnold nodded, slow and wide-eyed as the bus reached Helga's stop. She frowned at him again and got off.

"Arnold. What a do-gooder. What a crusader. What a naive annoying little twerp. How I hate him."

Helga looked around both sides of the street and ducked into an alley.

"And yet...I love him!" Helga swooned as she pulled out her locket with his picture. "Oh Arnold, always trying to do what's right, always bringing light to my tormented soul with your kind-hearted naivety. Oh how I love the sincerity in your heart!" Helga half-expected Brainy to be breathing down her neck at her monologue's conclusion, but she realized it was late and even he had to be home.

Helga walked the last block to her house and heard it grow louder.

The music coming from a piano.

The notes assaulted her ears, becoming louder and louder with each step. Helga didn't want to move forward any further, but it seemed that the hypnotic sounds of the piano in the Pataki household pulled her feet forward like a tractor beam. She groaned.

Helga walked up the porch and sighed deeply as she opened the door.

"BABY SISTER IS THAT YOU?!" A loud and bubbly voice greeted.