Truth
Arnold had his parents back for two weeks, and he had a great time. The greatest thing that ever happened to him was when he found them. Yet, something was missing. A certain emotional connection. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was missing. Thinking about it hard, he came to a conclusion. What he saw written on that locket was not something he imagined. It told him the truth. It gave him a light to follow. Helga Pataki loved him.
Now that Arnold had this information, what would he do with it? He couldn't just go to her house, tell her he knew, and expect an instant relationship. Ha, ha, ha. Wait that could work, only not so forcefully. Wait, when she confessed to him, she said that she built shrines in a closet. He'll just pretend to trip and fall into her closet.
When Arnold got to the Pataki's, he expected Big Bob Pataki to answer, but instead it was Helga herself.
"ARNOLD! I mean… What are you doing here, football head?" She asked/ shouted.
"Hey Helga, I need to ask you something. Could we go up to your room and talk?" He asked.
"Sure. I mean, whatever floats your boat, football head." She stuttered.
They walked up to her room. When they got there, Arnold was surprised on how empty the place was. There was nothing except the bare essentials.
"Okay, what did you want to talk about?" Helga asked.
"Oh, well, I was…" That's when Arnold saw the closet door. He started to step forward and fell towards the door. When it opened he saw a statue, with a football on the top, with little brooms sticking out of it.
When he landed on the floor and looked at the shrine, and then back at Helga, who was blushing.
"So, you were telling the truth."