Moving on with this next chapter, we're going to get ahead a little bit! Anyway, enjoy!

It was in the middle of the day, near a diner as Arnold and Monkeyman (out of uniform and in normal clothing) were having an ice cream sundae outside Slausen's as Monkeyman sighed.

"I can't believe that we tried everything we could..." Monkeyman sighed. "And I still couldn't find a job that can suit me..."

"I'm sure we'll find something." Arnold tried to reassure Monkeyman as he sighed.

"Thanks for everything, Arnold, but it's almost high school reunion time!" Monkeyman sighed. "Only three days left, on top of that... how are we going to make myself a success?"

"...You could become the richest man in the entire world." Arnold suggested.

Monkeyman just stared at Arnold with a flabbergasted face. "Where would I find money, in the lottery? That's..."

Monkeyman paused as he pulled out his wallet and looked over his ID and how much money he had.

"All right, wish me luck." Monkeyman said as he had returned to his seat, holding a lottery ticket and started scratching off the hidden numbers with a quarter... and smiled in excitement as he said, "I got something!"

"Yes, yes?" Arnold looked up in excitement.

"Two Jackpots... just going to scratch off this last part and..." Monkeyman said as he scratched off the last part... then groaned. "Nine. Nuts! And that's the last of the allowance."

"You're on an allowance?" Arnold asked in disbelief.

"You know superheroes ain't exactly a paying job, Arnold." Monkeyman explained. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I can turn in criminals, but I never stick around to collect the rewards... you know, maybe I should start doing that..."

Arnold groaned as he held his head. Monkeyman sighed. "Yeah, you're right... I am not getting anywhere with this..."

It was at that moment Monkeyman looked up and spotted something at the corner of his eye. "Oh, hold up a second."

Arnold looked over in confusion as he noticed a big limosine approaching as people with cameras and microphones came up as the limosine door opened up. It was at that moment that Owen Bramble, dressed as sharp as ever, was walking along, giving a warm smile towards the others.

"Sorry, sorry, no time for autographs, thank you." Mr. Bramble smiled as he started to walk into the restaurant.

"Ah, that Mr. Bramble. Always thinking about the people." Monkeyman said as he gave a small nod.

Bramble then started to march up to the counter and sat down as he looked over at the man running the counter. "So, pal, are you the owner of this establishment?"

"The owner of... oh, no, no, no..." The man behind the counter blushed a bit as Bramble gave a frown. "Oh, no, Mr. Bramble sir, but he is in his office. I don't want to leave my post, but if it's urgent, I could..."

"No, no, no... no hurry at all. Actually, I'm just sitting down and... waiting for a few people to show up." Owen Bramble explained as he kept a close eye out.

"Oh, of course, Mr. Bramble, er, sir... how may I help you?" The man behind the counter asked.

"Root beers and banana splits for me and my campaign managers... on the dot." Owen Bramble said.

The man nodded as he got busy working as he started filling glasses with root beer as he started making three bowls of banana splits. As Monkeyman could only watch from the window, he gave a smile as he said, "I don't know how he manages to do it... but Bramble has a way with people... too bad I can't work for him..."

"Work for him... wait a minute, Monkeyman! I think that may be it!" Arnold said. "Why don't you go up to Mr. Bramble and ask to work for him? After all, he's seen you before, I'm sure he'll be very reasonable."

Monkeyman looked over at Arnold as he paused. "Gee, I don't know... do you really think it can work out?"

Arnold nodded. "Trust me, an assistant to a politician? I'm sure it'll be something easy."

Monkeyman paused... then smiled as he snapped his fingers. "Step aside, Arnold and wish me luck."

Monkeyman took a deep breath as he was ready to walk in.

Inside the building, Bramble got handed his banana split as he examined it. "No cherry?"

The man behind the counter yelped as he took the ice cream and pulled out a cherry from behind the counter as he put it on. He nervously gave the banana split over to Mr. Bramble as Bramble raised an eyebrow. He shrugged. "Eh, not too shabby..."

It was then Owen heard the door jingling. His eyes brightened up in pleasure as he turned... but then darkened a bit as he saw Monkeyman walking in. "Oh, Kevin. Didn't expect to see you again."

"Er... hello, Mr. Bramble sir. Honestly, I'm glad you actually remember me." Monkeyman said nervously.

"How can I not forget?" Owen Bramble said dryly. "So... what do you need?"

"Er... well, you see, sir, I'm looking for work. I know you're a very busy man, and I respect you for it, but I was wondering if you had any open positions..." Monkeyman said nervously.

Owen Bramble gave a frown as he glared at the nervous superhero. "Unfortunately, I'm afraid that I have already filled everything up."

"Oh..." Monkeyman paused. "I see... well, I understand, Mr. Bramble, sorry for..."

It was at that moment, he spotted a car coming around the corner. Knowing this was Olga's car, he sat up straight and coughed. "However, er... why don't you sit down with me, maybe share a little banana split."

"Er, thanks, but I just had a small treat here before..." Monkeyman started... before seeing Arnold out the window, who had also seen Olga's car. Monkeyman noticed Arnold pointing towards the car, in which Olga had gotten out. His eyes widened as he sat down with him. "Er, on the other hand, though... I suppose I can... help myself."

"Good lad." Bramble said as he turned towards the window, Arnold ducking down a bit as Olga and Helga had came in.

Helga looked up and facepalmed upon seeing Bramble, but did her best to keep a positive attitude. "I swear, we keep running into this guy..."

"Hm?" Olga turned to Helga in confusion, before looking up to see Owen Bramble. "Oh, Owen! I didn't expect to see you here."

"Hello, Olga." Owen Bramble said with a warm smile. "Why don't you sit down next to me? I was just on the verge of ordering a banana split."

"Why, that would be quite lovely." Olga smiled as she sat down next to Owen. She then noticed Monkeyman sitting next to Owen as she smiled. "Oh, hello, Kevin. Just meeting up with Mr. Bramble?"

"Er, you might say that." Monkeyman said, blushing a bit.

Helga, who had sat next to Olga, took a double take to see the man that she had seen with Arnold a couple days before. If he was there, did that mean that... she looked towards the corner to see Arnold peeking from the window. Helga nodded.

"Er, excuse me, Olga, I need to go to the little girl's room." Helga said as she got up.

"Oh, do you want me to esco-" Olga started.

"I CAN WALK!" Helga said as she started to slip over to the back rooms where the restrooms were... along with the emergency exit. She carefully slipped through the emergency exit and went to the other side, where she saw Arnold peering in.

Helga then leaned over to Arnold and whispered, "Boo."

Arnold yelped and turned... before frowning. "Helga! I wish you wouldn't do that."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love you too." Helga said, rolling her eyes sarcastically (even though the words she said weren't exactly sarcastic).

"Sorry?" Arnold's eyes widened.

"Forget about it! I need to speak with you in the back!" Helga said as she started to drag Arnold away from the window.

"B-" Arnold said.

"Now! This can't wait!" Helga frowned as she started to drag Arnold off to a nearby corner. Little unknown to the two was that two strange figures were about to make their approach. One of them pulled out a walkie talkie.

"So, what are you guys doing?" Olga asked, out of mere curiosity.

"Well, I was asking Mr. Bramble here if..." Monkeyman started before Owen cut him off.

"Oh, he wasn't doing anything much, just asking to see if he could have a j-" Mr. Bramble started before hearing something buzz. "Er... pardon me, would you? I need to use the restroom."

Mr. Bramble then started to get up and walk off as now it was just Olga and Monkeyman sitting together. Monkeyman coughed a bit as he turned toward Olga. "So, Olga, what have you been up to for the last couple of days?"

"Oh... well... honestly, things have been getting... interesting. Ever since I've seen you and Mr. Bramble, I started seeing something beyond the boundaries of my usual comfort zone." Olga explained. "I mean, some of it is a little... interesting, to say the least... however, I have an odd feeling that... actually, come to think of it..." Olga looked closer at Monkeyman nervously. "Something about that voice of yours... it sounds weirdly familiar, yet at the same time, I can't quite place it. Hey Kevin, what exactly did you say you were doing for a job, again?"

Monkeyman yelped as he realized he couldn't exactly answer this question as he turned to the window. He gulped nervously as Olga raised an eyebrow.

"Er... well... uh..." Monkeyman started looking around the area in a panic... before spotting a security camera nearby as he smiled saying, "I'm good with cameras!"

Monkeyman's eyes instantly widened as he shut his eyes in frustration.

Olga, on the other hand, smiled. "Oh, you're a photographer! Never knew you had an eye for detail!"

Monkeyman's eyes widened in shock... as he smiled. "Er, yes, of course. Anyway, I feel an urge coming on, so, I need to get going to the restroom too. I'll be right back."

With that, Monkeyman ran off as Olga gave a nod. "Don't worry, take your time. I'll be waiting."

Olga gave a hum as she sat down, sitting down in patience.

Over near the restrooms, Monkeyman was prepared to walk out, not realizing he had just walked past Mr. Bramble who was more preoccupied in pocketing something important as he exited out the emergency exit. As Bramble gave a nod, he looked over to see that Olga was alone. He nodded as he looked over towards the girl's bathroom. Urgently, he pulled out a crowbar and used it to block the handles on the girl's bathroom door. He gave a nod, muttering, "Sorry, little girl, but you would probably be in the way. I'll release you when I'm done."

Outside, Monkeyman sighed in relief as he saw Arnold and Helga talking. Monkeyman then ran up to Arnold as he coughed. Arnold and Helga turned to see Monkeyman as Arnold smiled nervously. "Er, you're probably wondering why I left my post..."

"Like heck! What were you doing? I was left alone with Olga and I had to make up a lie!" Monkeyman groaned.

"Relax. What did you say to Olga?" Arnold asked.

"I told her I was good at photography." Monkeyman groaned.

"What's going on?" Helga asked.

"Oh, right. Helga, you know Kevin, well, I'm still trying to help him with his job, you see, and..." Arnold started.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen, Kevin guy, is Bramble still with Olga?" Helga asked.

"Last I checked, yes, but he was currently in the restroom. Why?" Monkeyman asked.

Before Helga could reveal her answer... a loud voice shouted as all three jumped.

"HANDS UP IN THE AIR!"

"HANDS UP!" A man with brown hair and a black bandana with an all black get-up followed by a man with similar get-up, but with blondish-white hair came in, packing some guns.

Olga yelped as she raised her hands up, along with a couple of customers that were in the restaurant. One of the men looked around to see Olga just holding her hands out in sheer terror as the man behind the counter was going near the register. "Lyle, you talk to the man, I spot some fresh meat nearby."

Olga wanted to scream, but before she could do so, the man clamped her mouth as he whispered, "Don't try anything, toots..."

Nearby, Bramble was waiting with a wicked smile. All was going according to plan. The set-up for the fake robbery was underway, thanks to a few calls he made... now all he had to do was wait at the right moment to "save" everyone, including Olga. If all went accordingly... then Olga would be his at the end of the day!

Little did any of them realize that three people were outside Slausen's as all three peeked in, Helga's eyes widening in panic.

"Olga is in trouble!" Helga said as Arnold gulped.

"This is bad... extremely bad." Arnold yelped.

Monkeyman, on the other hand, looked determined as he turned to the kids. "Arnold and... his girlfriend..."

Both Arnold and Helga turned to Monkeyman in confusion, Helga too terrified to even make the correction for Monkeyman. "I'm going to need your help. I think I may have some... openings for sidekicks... if you're interested in going on a little... rescue mission."

Arnold gave a smile as Helga stopped being terrified for a minute to look at Monkeyman. "What?"

Monkeyman nodded as he pulled out some little clothes and threw them to Arnold and Helga. "I never thought I'd see the day, but you are officially the new sidekicks of Monkeyman! Arnold, you got my new costume?"

Arnold then pulled out his backpack and gave it to Monkeyman. "Hurry and dress up! Helga, I know this doesn't make sense now, but I'll explain it soon! Let's do this!"

With that, Monkeyman and Arnold ducked behind an alley to dress up. Helga looked confused, but decided to go with it as she ducked behind a trash can herself. Before she can do a little dress up... she paused as she looked at the trash can and saw Brainy inside. She sighed as she said, "I don't have time for your creepiness today!"

With that, Helga slammed the garbage lid right on top of Brainy as she kicked it, then jumped behind a dumpster, knowing desperate times call for desperate measures.

And there is the eleventh chapter! How did you guys like it? I like that I ended this on a little cliffhanger, huh? Well, don't worry, that'll be resolved soon enough! As per usual, if you guys have any suggestions for this story, leave them in a Private Message, or PM! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!