A/N: Lol, okay, this was MEANT to be part of a One-Shot series of drabbles that I wrote like a SUPER long time ago, but I could never think up a third drabble for it, so I'm just gonna post these here instead. XD Whatever. The One-Shot was gonna be called "Clueless," so these two are part of that series. There. Might add. *Shrugs* And also, eight updates for one story in one night FTW!


Dabbling in Drabbles

Defective Cheese

On the day of the Cheese Festival, Arnold, bored and waiting for Gerald to get out of the bathroom, took out his slice of swiss and stared at it a moment, remembering that one tradition.

What was it again? Spin around three times, look through the hole, and you'd see your true love?

Eh. Like he really believed that... but still...

What could trying it out hurt?

He stepped away from the wall he was leaning against, held the cheese up to his face, and spun around three times. After spinning around so fast like that, his eye sight had become a bit hazy, and he stumbled only slightly before he managed to gain his bearings. His eye sight came into focus, and his eyes peaked through the hole, coming to see Helga standing way across the festival, looking pretty bored at the moment as she was just standing in some line for the bumper cars with her arms crossed over her chest.

His eyes widened, his heart raced, and his grip on the piece of swiss tightened. He blinked very slowly...

And then...

He threw the cheese over his shoulder with a shrug, a blank look on his face. "Eh, must be defective."