Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! or any of it's characters.
A series of eight men ran up to the back door of the building. One of the men walked up to the door and pressed a lever down to open it. The door creaked open slowly. The men readied their arms.
The men looked around, and listened. Complete silence.
The man who opened the door pulled out his walkie-talkie and spoke into the device, "There's no one here. False Alarm."
The men walked back into the building and the door slowly closed behind them.
Phoebe and the others starred from where they had just been standing as the metal door opened to reveal eight men armed with guns. The group remained silently gapping at the men while they hid far away them behind more brush.
When they heard the men call it off, they watched as they walked back inside and the door closed itself.
Some of them heaved a sigh of relief at not being found.
"That was close…" Phoebe whispered.
"Oh, those men were so scary!" Olga squeaked.
Helga nodded. She really was in a dangerous situation, but she was still determined to find Arnold, no matter how terrified she really was.
"How can we get in, Pheebs?" Helga asked her intelligent friend.
"I don't know….but we can search the building to see if we can find a way in. Like windows, or maybe we can go up to the roof and find vents…." Phoebe pondered to herself, tapping her chin deep in thought.
Olga was the first to stand from their squatted position, and walk herself up to the building boldly.
"Ok, then, let's go." She stated firmly, trying to sound brave.
The others stood up from their crouched position, and followed her to look for a way in. They walked around, and around the building, pulling of the brush that covered it, looking for a window or some other way to get in. They looked for camera with every step they took, making sure not to be found once again.
When they found the other door, they stepped far away from it, tip toeing around the camera.
It took about a half hour before they found something besides wall.
"Look!" Alonzo pointed at a small window high above the building. It was blocked with bars instead of glass. As Helga looked, there were two other windows like this.
"This has to be where they keep their prisoners." Phoebe said.
Helga and Olga nodded in reply.
Right then, there was a loud, boisterous laugh coming from the windows. None of them recognized the laugh, but they knew that Arnold and his family had to be behind this wall. Who else could it be? And this might very well be the only way they could get in.
Miles laughed some more at Arnold's stories of Helga G. Pataki. Even though, Arnold didn't think it was funny, he just smiled.
"And so, after that, I realized Helga had faked having amnesia." Arnold laughed at the memory along with his father.
Miles wiped a tear from his eye from all the hysterical laughing, and let out the last few chuckles.
"Oh, I can't wait to meet this girl…." He said leaning back against the wall, smiling to himself. He'd met many different characters in his life, but this one was off the charts by far.
Arnold went on, and on about his school friends. He made sure he had to mention each one of them, so that he could introduce them to his new-found parents. Oh, he couldn't wait!
"Can I stand on your shoulders?" Phoebe asked Juando. Juando was the tallest person and she was the smallest. She may be the only one to sit in between the bars of the window.
Helga bit her nails nervously. She wasn't sure who was inside that cell Phoebe was about to enter though the window. If someone who was dangerous were in the cell, Phoebe would be trapped in with him. She couldn't help feeling very nervous.
If Helga thought she could fit through the bars, she would gladly take Phoebe's place.
Juando picked Phoebe up and put her on his shoulders, and holding her ankles down firmly.
"Wait!" Helga yelled at her friend. "Are you sure about this?"
The noises inside the cell were filled with chattering voices Helga could not hear or understand. She looked at her dear friend, pleading her not to go.
Phoebe smiled down at Helga as she stood on the large man's shoulders."Its okay, Helga." She said, trying to assure her she would be fine. She turned to face the bars, and carefully pulled herself up to the window. As she steadied herself, she peered through the bars to see who was in the cell.
It was a man with fluffy blond hair, he had her back to her as he was talking to someone across the cells that she couldn't see. For some reason, that golden hair reminded her of someone, though she couldn't put her finger on it.
She slowly squeezed through the bars, careful not to breath as she did so. When she finally had her fat blue sweater though the bars, she tried to squeeze her feet through. When suddenly….
"Ahh!!!" Phoebe screamed as her right foot was caught in the window, causing her to dangle from it. "Help!" she said.
The blond man turned, and quickly jumped to his feet, and captured the small girl dangling form the window. He released her foot from the window.
He herd voices outside the window call, "Phoebe!" and "Are you okay?"
He would have peeked outside the window, but he was a little too short to see.
He placed the girl down and she blinked at him wildly.
"Miles? Wasn't going on over there?" Stella asked, trying to see what was happening.
Arnold, too, tried to take a peek to see what was happening in the back of his dad's cell. Arnold would have asked his Grandma, since she had a clear view of him, but she was too busy meditating (and he knew better then to bother her). Grandpa had been trying to get a glimpse as well, curious to know who was crying for help, and why.
Finally, after his daze, Miles spoke, "Ummm…it's a girl, she climbed through the window…" He tried his best to explain.
Grandma slowly opened her eyes and looked at the small girl in Miles's arms. "Ahhh," she said. "You've come at last."