Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! Or anything else that probably sounds like you could make some money off of it. In this case, that also includes Runaway Bride.

This will be a short collection of drabbles and/or oneshots that are directly related to my story Dropped the Ball. They are best described as 'deleted scenes'; ideas and moments that I enjoyed the thought of, but felt did not fit well in any of my chapters. I'm also hoping these will suffice when the juices aren't flowing to crank out any new chapters.

There will be nine chapters, with ratings varying from PG-R. The rating, as well as a brief description and time at which it takes places, will be at the beginning of every chapter.

Enjoy!

Chapter Title: Fall Classic

Timeline: October 7th

Rating: PG

Summary: Realized I completely forgot about Arnold's birthday. Whoopsie! So, here ya go. Drabble.

Word Count: 432

"Hey Arnold! Your little friend who used to have one eyebrow, but now is carrying your unborn child, is here!" Phil announced loudly.

Arnold came in from the kitchen shaking his head and casting a frown towards his grandpa, "You know, you'd save a lot more precious breath by just saying 'Helga is here,' Old Man."

"What's this?" Phil cawed indignantly, "Old enough to see R-rated movies, and that means you can talk smack to your frail ol' grandpa? Is that what this world is coming to?"

Arnold rolled his eyes as his grandpa continued his mock rant back into the kitchen, before turning his attention to the blonde in the doorway. Helga's eyebrow was raised in a silent question, and Arnold rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Uh, hey Helga. How's it going?" Suddenly, it occurred to him the something could be wrong and he rushed to her, "Are you alright? Is everything okay with the baby?"

Helga snorted, "Yeah, because I'd take a bus here on the way to the hospital to tell you that," she looked away with a scowl, though the pink staining her cheeks were evident as she shoved the plastic bag she was carrying into Arnold's chest, "Here."

Arnold peered down at the bag and then back up at her, "What is…?"

"Happy Birthday, Football Head."

Arnold's eyes widened a little as he reached into the bag and pulled out the thin album, "Wait…no way!" He looked at Helga with shock, "This is Dino Spumoni's very first record! No, no this is worth a fortune, I can't take this-"

"Ah, sure ya can Hair Boy!" Helga shrugged off stiffly, "God even knows why you like that stuff so much, but to each his own and all that."

Arnold, still recovering from the surprise, managed to blurt out, "Where did you even find this? It looks like its in almost perfect condition."

Helga lifted a shoulder in nonchalance, "Eh, I found it in Olga's storage unit. She wanted to go through and get rid of some stuff. You won't believe the sort of crap she has collected over the years from various admirers! Anyway, I saw this; knew you liked it; so, yeah enjoy."

"But-"

"I said enjoy."

Arnold sighed before offering a warm smile, "Okay, okay I give. Thank you Helga, I really appreciate this. This is a really thoughtful gift."

Helga crossed her arms, "Yeah, yeah don't get sappy on me, Football Head. Its just a gift. Besides, it's the least I could do; you are the father of my unborn child after all."