Chapter 4
Problems

by: The Angel144


Helga slept in late the next day. She was tired from staying up all night stalking Arnold and Carey at the disco. Her head felt hard and dizzy, as if getting over a hangover. She stayed up until 3:00 am listening to loud music, and getting over from anger. So, no wonder she felt that way. She got out and put on a pink bathing suit and headed out for the Lido deck. Something rattled behind her, she turned around and a dark shadow ran away down the corder. She looked back and saw it run. She ignored it and started back down the hall. She jumped into the pool and started to float on the salty water when she heard giggles from behind her. She got up and swam over to the aquatic bar that Gerald and Phoebe discovered yesterday. She was a familiar football shaped head and Carey. She scowled and wanted to crash there private moment. Then something behind her snapped out of it.
"Hello!"
"Who are you!?" Helga demanded.
"I saw you last night heading toward the bathroom. You seemed upset. I've never heard those words from a nine year olds mouth before!" A blonde boy said.
"Well, yeah, but, HEY! How do you know I'm nine?"
"Oh, I guessed. I never thought I was good at that. Oh! My name is Hart. Nice to meet you. Whats is your name?"
Helga was looking over the wall and realized Hart said something.
"Oh, sorry, my name is Helga G. Pataki. I'm kinda distracted."
Hart looked over the wall and saw Carey and Arnold talking.
"Hey, didn't I see those people at your table last night?"
Helga nodded.
"Do you want to go get a pizza or something?" Hart said.
"No I-"
"Do you want to go get a pizza, Arnold?" Carey said.
"Sure!" Arnold hopped off the seat.
"Sure, Hart. I think I will go have a pizza."




"Phoebe! Phoebe! Where are you!?"
Gerald walked down one of 13 decks of the USS Turtle Dove. He was playing Hide and Seek with Phoebe. It was a great place to play it!
Phoebe! Come out come out where ever you are!!!"
Just then Phoebe ran from behind him and jumped on his shoulders. Gerald fell down and landed at the feet of a guy.
"Oh, sorry sir, I didn't mean-"
"Gerald. Thats Arthur, from last night." Phoebe whispered.
"Hi, Arthur. What brings you here?" Gerald got up and brushed himself off.
"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood when I saw sweet Phoebe, here. What are you doing, umm, Jerry?"
"Thats Gerald."
"Oh, me and Gerald were playing hide and seek on the ship. Would you like to join us?" Phoebe said politely.
"No, I'm too old for such childish games." Arthur replied shaking his hands and turning up his nose.
"How old are you, man?" Gerald said, looking as if to kill him.
"I'm ten years of age. I turned ten last week. mind you." Arthur said. Arthur picked up Phoebe and lead her over aside.
"I was wondering, Phoebe, dear, if you would like to go to the spa and exercising room?" Arthur said.
"Uh, sure I guess." Phoebe said, unwillingly.
She looked at Gerald who's arms were crossed and a scowl appeared over his face. Phoebe shrugged and mouthed "meet me at the pool at 3!" Gerald nodded and headed for the pizza parlor.

HR

"Oh, Arnold your so funny. I wish there was more people like you where I come from."
Helga spied through a pile of plants at Arnold and Carey. She scowled and turned around and sipped out of the soda uncontuniouly. She looked up and realized Hart had already been, and still is drinking out of the only soda there. She jumped out of her skin and leaned back in her seat. She crossed her eyes and spit out her tounge. She saw Gerald coming in and he walked over to Arnold and Carey's table.
"Excuse me, Arnold. I need to talk to you." Gerald pulled Arnold up.
"What is is Gerald? I'm talking to Carey." Arnold said impatiently.
"Phoebe is acting weird. She's hanging out with that Arthur guy a little too much. I'm afraid that, well, that she might like him. " Gerald said twiddling with a leaf.
"So? It's not like you like her or anything." Arnold said.
"Actually, Arnold...."
"Arnold! Where are you? I need to talk to you for a second!" Carey yelled.
"I gotta go, Gerald. I'll talk to you later." Arnold said walking away.
"I'll meet you at the room! See ya!!" Gerald said scowling. He saw Helga and a guy talking over toward a booth. Gerald went to sit down with her.
"Hi, Helga." Gerald said.
"What are you doing here, Geraldo?" Helga hissed.
"Arnold has abandoned me, and so has Phoebe." Gerald said lowering his head.
"oh. Yeah, Arnold has me too." Helga said.
"But he has never hanged out with you!" Gerald looked up suspicouly.
"Oh, well, uh..." Helga stumbled.
"Ahem. Helga, do you mind introducing me to your friend here?" Hart rescued the day.
"Sure! This is Gerald. Were here, along with Arnold and Phoebe and my mom. We won a contest at our school and now were all stuck here on a trip to Paris, France!" Helga said smiling a "I owe you one" smile.
"hey cool!" Hart said.
"Listen, Helga. Do you mind if I go back to the room? I know i didn't stay here long but you know, I have to meet Arnold." Gerald said.
"really?!" Helga was interested a little, "I think I'll go with you."
"Actually, it's kinda private." Gerald said squirming in his seat.
"Who cares! Lets go! See you Hart! Nice meeting you!" Helga said rushing out the door.
"Will you meet me at the dinner parlor tonight, Helga?" Hart called after her.
"Yeah, yeah, sure sure! Come on Geraldo!" Helga didn't realize what she just agreed to. She rushed out the door without thinking twice about anything, just about her beloved Arnold.




Phoebe wiped off her glasses, the steam from the hot tub was steaming them up. She put them back on and realized that Arthur had his hand over her shoulder.
"You know, Phoebe, you are the cutest girl I've ever seen." Arthur said.
"Uh, thats spectacular, Arthur." Phoebe said leaning away.
"You know what would make me happier?" Arthur said.
"um, not really."
"A kiss from you!"
Phoebe jumped out of her skin. She slid down into the water. Arthur looked everywhere confused. He didn't realize this would go this way.
"You can't stay under there forever!" Arthur said.
He didn't realize that Phoebe was running out of the room in terror. She ran all the way to the room. Where She obviously missed something. There was Helga sitting on her bed smiling an evil grin and rocking her feet back in forth. Meanwhile Gerald and Arnold were in a full fight. Not a fist fight, mind you!
"I love her! Why can't you see that!" Gerald yelled.
"I know! but it's Phoebe! I have to go!!" Arnold yelled back and stomped out of the room, passing Phoebe unaware of her.
"Hey Phoebes!" Helga said smiling still.
Gerald turned around in one quick motion. Had she heard what they said? Oh no.
"Hi, Phoebe." Gerald said.
"Is it true, Gerald?" Phoebe said.
"Yep! All of it! Geraldo here love you!!" Helga said leaning back on her bed.
"Phoebe, I! Phoebe, I!" Gerald couldn't get in the last words, for Phoebe had already closed the door and walked away.
"Well, that went well, geraldo!" Helga said from her bunk.
"Yeah! No thanks to you!" He remarked back. Gerald stomped out the room. Helga just realized what was happening.

To Be Continued...