Author's note: Here it is, chapter 3 of the anticipated fic showdown between 2 nostalgic group of kids, and by the end of the chapter, the PS118 kids will meet the PS120 kids, or should i say, the Backyard Kids. And I know most of the people who are reading this or have heard about this are already picking the Football Head to lose big time, but remember, the Giants proved the Patriots wrong two times. Now this Chapter will focus on Helga earlier, as we will see what's going on in her head again earlier in the chapter.
-Helga's home- 7PM-
At the Pataki household, Mrs. Pataki was snoring, as usual, and Big Bob was reading the Sports Article, looking to see if the Seattle Seahawks had won, due to the fact that he was at work all day, yep. It was another normal day in the life of Helga Pataki.
Speaking of which, Helga arrived in the living room, trying to keep a positive attitude, walking towards her father.
"What do you want?" Big Bob asked, paying no attention whatsoever.
"Well, you know the vacant lot?" Helga asked. It was clear that she was referring to the newly installed stadium lights for the vacant lot that Big Bob assumingly wasted all his money on.
"Oh, you're talking about the newly installed stadium lights at that lot?" Big Bob replied. Helga nodded, then, Big Bob was laughing real hard. He then said, "Yeah, I figured that if that Vaccant lot means a lot to that football headed friend of yours, then they can play night games as well."
Helga had a blank expression, she then said, "You just wasted some of our grocery money on that, didn't you?"
"Olga, don't worry, I own my own company, remember? Now go run along, or whatever." Big Bob paid no attention to Helga, much to her anger.
Helga stormed off into her room and went to bed.
"Unbelieveable, he still calls me Olga, and he still doesn't pay me any attention, well, either way, it's been a long day spreading the word throughout the entire town, and I might have to turn in early." Helga said, yawning.
Helga then snored ever so peacefully, and she starts to dream:
(A/N: Well, Helga's going to her head for her dream, lets see her head again, shall we?)
(Cut to interior of Helga's brain, where we see the 250 different Helgas are at)
Intellegent Helga: Well, if you need me, I'll be doing pre-algebra, (Intellegent starts to walk towards an office door) alone. (Fear tackles Intellegent) OOOF!
Frightened Helga:Don't leave this area! Who know what will happen?!
Angry Helga:Do you always have to be like this?!
Happy Helga:(Laughing)Of course she does, angry!
(The real Helga enters the room, exausted, still in her pajamas, catching everyone's attention)
Rude Helga:(eating, talking with mouth full)What is she doing here?
Affectionate Helga:(Swooning blindly)Has she found anything out about the football head?
(Happy and Intellegent walk over to Helga)
Intellegent Helga:What brings you into the place, Helga?
Happy Helga:Did you find something fun to do?
Helga:(Looking embarrased)Well, turns out that everyone at PS 118 has a showdown with those kids at PS 120 on Thursday Night for a game of American Football.
Rude Helga:(Laughing sinisterly) Good luck trying to play in the dark!
Heartbroken Helga:Be careful that you don't find yourself lost in the city, Arnold will worry to death!
Helga:(annoyed)No, it's not that. It's something else, my dad purchased stadium lights, as most of you may know, and this Thursday Night, my little football head may need help, and that help may have to come from Wolfgang and the other Fifth Graders, what should I do?
Intellegent Helga:You can't possibly think about asking help from the world's worst colleague, it's preposterous!
Heartbroken Helga:Not to mention he hurt my feelings at one point! (Shedding tears)
Happy Helga:Anyway, I think you should try to find forgiveness and let go of the past and try to set aside differences if you want his help so badly.
Rude Helga:C'mon, you can't be serious, Happy. Not after the way Wolfgang treated her!
Helga:Well, it might be worth a shot, I hope.
There's no doubt that Helga is worried about Arnold and his team, after all, they are the underdog, and Delvecchio's team was more experienced than the entire 5th grade class combined.
Boarding house, Kitchen 8:30PM
Arnold was still working on his gameplan to take down Tony Delvecchio and the Backyard kids, and this caught his grandpa's attention while he was getting a sandwich.
"Whachya' up to, Shortman?" Phil asked in curiousity, then he instantly recognized them as Football plays. "Ah, football eh? You entered the Turkey Bowl, didn't ya!"
"Yeah, Grandpa. A big game at Gerald Field on Thursday Night. In the rain." Arnold blandly said, sounding slightly like his cousin.
"Well, Arnold, I used to play football all the time with my buddies back in the Roaring 20's, oh, it was one heck of a dozy! I used to be the talent that the kids would come to watch at the park, and now, that tradition is being passed on to you, well, I wish I could give you advice, Shortman, but I gotta hit the sack!" His Grandpa said, while going to his room to snooze.
Arnold went back to working on his plays, it's going to be a hard week of practice.
On Monday morning at PS118, it was cloudy outside, with a slight breeze, Arnold's class was about to begin after finishing up the Pledge of Allegiance.
"Okay, class, now before we go over what we're doing for Mathematics, I want you all to wish Arnold and his team luck for the Turkey Bowl this Thursday night against our friendly school at PS120, who started their Thanksgiving break today. We're counting on you to lead the school to victory this Thursday, Arnold. But don't worry, it will be a great game on Thursday evening." Mr. Simmons said, startling Arnold as he mentioned the game. "Okay, class, turn your books to page 195."
Later at lunch, there were poster cards for the big game on Thursday Night, and the 4th graders were at their table, like usual.
Stinky sat to next Arnold and whispered, "Well, Arnold, we're in for a big game on Thursday."
Arnold then said, "How talented can they possibly be?"
Harold said, "Well, their strategy is as smart as a college classroom full of Phoebe's, and fast as 12 Abners running from Helga."
Helga then said, "Not to mention that they pretty good coverage."
Arnold then said, "Okay, so they're talented. We may need extra help. Anyone know anybody that could help us?"
The 4th graders looked at each other, however, none of them could come up with a reasonable answer, then Helga takes a deep breath and replies, "The 5th Graders."
Everyone gasped. Stinky then said, "Have you lost your mind, Helga? After what they've done?"
"I oughtta pound you, Helga!" Harold yelled.
"Helga, they tried to humiliate us in the worst possible way for a long time, you honestly think they'll want to help us after what we did?" Phoebe replied, worriedly.
"It's not worth asking Wolfgang for, Helga." Arnold then said, insistingly.
"Well, why not? It might be worth a shot if they'd set aside differences with us." Helga then said, insistingly.
"Girl, you must've lost your mind!" Gerald said, angrily.
"This may be the dumbest thing you have ever came up with." Eugene stated.
Then, Helga noticed there was a certain someone breathing on her neck, it was Brainy, Helga growled and then prepared to punch him.
Rhonda then said, "No, let me save you the trouble." Then, Rhonda punched Brainy in the face. The nerd fell down, like usual.
"That's the dumbest thing that any one has came up with, I'm referring to Brainy." Helga then said.
That day after school, the gang was heading to the vaccant lot, like usual, until they saw Delvecchio and his friends checking out the place.
"What the-?" Arnold said, he then walked over to the Greaser haired boy and then said, "Shouldn't you be at practice, Vec?"
"Change of plans, we had Recess right after PE, so, we had an oppertunity to practice football there." Tony brashly said.
Kiesha then said, "Yeah, which gave us an oppertunity to know about the site that we will be playing at on Thursday night! And from the looks of it, it's embarrassing other than the lights!"
Harold then said, "It's not embarrasing, it's cool that we have our own stadium!"
"If you wanted to play as bad as the Vikings, then so be it, blimpo!" Kiesha replied.
"Hey! Don't call me blimpo! I have a gland problem." Harold said, angry and insulted.
"Well, if you don't like it, then go home!" Helga said, angrily.
"And what? Miss out on a big game, thanks, but no thanks!" Ashley said.
"Well, you're gonna lose anyway, considering the fact that we have a better offense than yours!" Gerald said, then all the Backyard Sports kids laughed.
"You? Outrunning Pablo "The Secret Weapon" Sanchez? Get real!" Tony then said, sarcastically.
"Actually, if you think about it, Tony," Jorge said, agitating Tony. "Then the odds of running backs slipping and falling in the mud are most likely."
"Zip it, Jorge!" Tony snapped, glaring at Jorge.
Jorge quickly stepped back a bit.
Harold then said, "It's true!"
"If you had half a brain like Wheeler does, you'd know that big city citizens such as yourselves don't have a chance." Sidney then replied, chuckling at Harold.
"Listen, blondie!" Helga stepped towards Sidney in an angry manner, and then she continued, "If that arrogant punk of yours thinks he can waltz in here and insult anyone like that, then you have another thing coming!"
"Back off!" Sidney said, while shoving Helga.
Phoebe then said, "Okay, everyone calm down!"
Jorge then said, "Yeah, do what she says before this escalates!"
"Hey! You can't just shove my friends!" Arnold said, then, Arnold was tackled by Delvecchio, and then Tony laughed.
"Like this?" Tony tauntingly said.
"No, like THIS!" Arnold yelled, then he punched the arrogant brat. A fight started to break out between the 2 school rivals, this was not turning out well for either one of them.
Author's note:Well, as the fic approaches the next Act: Thanksgiving Break, and as we're down to 2 more chapters of act one, things are gettting intense between the 2! Next Chapter: Arnold and his buddies spread the word about the game through town via news!