A loud boom was heard from outside, rain pouring down hardly.
"Oh my," Phoebe commented as Helga took a seat beside her. "That's quite a storm out there. I hope the other guests arrive here safely."
"Relax, Phoebes," Helga replied, "If they come, they come. If they don't, they don't."
"Thanks for caring, Helga," Arnold said as he placed chips and dip on the table. "You know, you could show more enthusiasm for our guests here."
"I'm carrying about eight pounds of extra weight, nine months pregnant, and could pop any second now," she announced plainly. "I am absolutely ecstatic, Arnold."
Arnold sighed and was about to reply to his wife when Stinky got his attention, "Hey Arnold, we could use some more juice over here, if you don't mind."
"Coming right up, Stinky," he told him before heading into the kitchen.
"Arnold, thank you for inviting us! We're," Mr. Simmons looked over to his son Patrick, who sat alone looking out at the rain, looking quite bored, "So excited we could make it," he sighed, before noticing Arnold was struggling with the drinks. "Need a hand?"
"Thanks," he smiled as they walked out the kitchen, passing their daughters.
"When is Monroe getting here?" Rudy spoke.
"I don't know, I can't predict the future," Stella said angrily as they walked over to Stella's mom.
"So we're in the grocery store when someone taps us on the shoulder," Helga told her guest. "We turn around and see it's no other than Lila. Turns out ever since Arnie dumped her a few months ago, she's been looking in on becoming, get this, a nun."
"No," Gerald breathed shocked.
"Talk about someone who can't handle a break up," Nadine commented.
"Mom, did the Bermans say what time they'll be coming," Stella asked, interrupting their conversation.
"No, but I'm sure they'll be here any minute, Stella," Helga replied.
The girls sighed and took a seat next to the adults.
"Don't do it, man," Martin announced to his buddy as they walked downstairs to join the party.
"Billie deserves to know what her father has been doing... or rather who he's been doing," Phillip said.
"Yeah, but now's not the time, bro," Marty explained. "I mean, I'm pretty sure that telling your crush that her father has been sleeping around with someone other than her mom is not a way to get her as your girlfriend."
"I didn't say it would be easy," Phillip said. "But it's something I have to do, Marty. And it's something she needs to know."
The doorbell of the front door rang furiously. Arnold quickly opened the door, "Hey Rhonda-"
"I have left Harold," Rhonda pranced in the house dramatically, soaking wet from the rain.
"What?" Arnold replied as everyone stared at her. "Why?"
"Because he.." she began, but broke down into tears before she could finish. Phoebe and Nadine quickly ran to comfort her.
"Why, what happened," Nadine asked as they led her to the couch.
"Harold told me he was done and that he's been seeing Patricia for the past few months and that he wants a... divorce," she cried out.
"I thought you said you left Harold," Gerald commented, which got him some very dark looks from the ladies at the party.
"Oh shut up," Rhonda cried.
"..Uh.. Ms. Berman," Stella tapped Rhonda's shoulder. "Sorry to bother you... you know considering your situation and all, but... is Monroe coming or did you come.. alone?" Helga hit Stella's arm. "..I guess you came alone.."
"What exactly happened, Rhonda," Phoebe asked.
"Well," she sniffed, "We were getting ready to come here... when I told him he couldn't wear the shirt he was wearing, because it was so tacky and green really doesn't go well with my outfit," she explained as tears dripped down her face. "Anyway, he began to argue back... but stopped and told me he was done. Then he told me about how a few months ago he began seeing Patricia... and that when she's around him, she doesn't treat him like a piece a meat... like I, apparently, do," she bawled. "Then he had the nerve to tell me he was taking the girls to his parents house and he'll call me in a few hours... when I've calmed down.." Thunder roared outside, leading to a black out. "And now the powers out," she added before going back to a rage of tears.
"..Well.." Stella began awkwardly, breaking the long silence, "..You're just all about bad news today, aren't you?"
