Disclaimer: Don't own Hey Arnold! Wish I could say it in a more stylish way.

Hey Let's Switch Turns!

They're All Crazy

Her fingers drummed impatiently on a rock. A few twigs dangled in her hair and the dirt on her dress gave her a bit of a run-down look. Her shoes were discarded, broken at the straps. She rubbed her heel and glared menacingly at the chariot who caused all of her misfortunes at the moment.

"Hey, Mismatched. Hey. Hey. Heeey."

"What?" She sighed, feeling a bit exhausted after spending a few days with her new 'friend'.

"Are we there yet?" Ash asked. Mismatched gave her a look and turned her attention back to her feet. At least she tried to.

"Are we thhheeerre yet?"

"....No."

A few minutes passed.

"Now are we there yet?"

Choosing not to dignify that with a response, Mismatched massaged her toes, wishing she could listen to some music or write in her journal. She looked wistfully at the chariot as Ash continued to ask her question. Biting her lower lip, she thought about the occupant below the chariot steadfastly working on their salvation.

"Are we there yet, lover lips?"

Blushing, Mismatched whirled around. "For the love of Jupiter, NO!"

"No need to get snippy," Ash sniffed. "Just thought you didn't hear me."

Mismatched sighed again, this time regretting her tone. "Look, sorry Ash... but come on, we're not even moving anywhere!" She pointed at the broken down chariot. "We're not even in the chariot!"

"Pfft, shows how much you know. The earth is moving as we speak! Like now... and now... and now... and now... and now-"

"Arrgghh," Mismatched covered her ears and yelled, "Brainus! How long until we're moving?"

"And we're moving right now!" Ash said and began to run around, waving streamers in the air. "NOOOWWW!"

Brainus looked up from underneath the chariot, oil smudges all over his beautiful face. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and watched as Ash ran around the area. "Hard to say. We're in disenchanted territory where our powers don't work. Just our luck that the flying horses were spooked by those dragons and we crash here."

"Baaah," Mismatched pouted and rolled onto the grass. Seriously, was there anything she was taught when she was a mortal that was remotely true in the immortal world? Dragons, Santa Claus... the next thing she'll probably find out is that aliens do exist! She rolled her eyes. Yeah right. "At this rate, we'll get to Helga and Arnold when they're old and gray!"

"Old and gray, old and gray, old and gray," Ash sang, skipping with her streamers. "Lalalala." She threw up the streamers and they floated down angelically onto Mismatched's head.

How Mismatched wished she could throttle Ash. She gritted her teeth and smiled at Brainus, dusting at her skirts and trying to hide her sore feet. "I don't see why you're working on that chariot if we don't have any flying horses or powers."

"Well, it beats going crazy and turning into your friend there."

"Point taken."

"Besides," Brainus grinned, "I've got a few tricks up my sleeves that not every demigod's got." He rolled out from underneath and grabbed the chipped wheel. "All we've got to do is snap this into place," he kicked the wheel onto the axle, "roll it over to that spot," he pointed to the top of the hill, "and let the good times roll. Literally."

"..." Mismatched put her chin into her hand, her eyebrows furrowed together. Brainus let himself stare at her appearance, thinking she looked cute disheveled... like all the times Helga ended up in trashcans or dumpsters. "What do you mean 'roll'?" She asked.

"Roll down the hill until we're out of the disenchanted area. Once we get to a place where our powers work, I'll teleport us."

"WHAT?! Are you crazy?!" She grabbed him by his shirt. "That's NUTS! We'll die!" She removed her grip and her hands went to her dirty hair. "I don't want to die again. It sucked the first time!"

"Mismatched, it's okay, you're not going to die-"

"Where do muses go if they die? Muse hell? Oh no!"

"I think you're exaggerating a little bit. Just calm down and-"

As Mismatched began to agonize the possibilities of a second afterlife, Ash hopped on her back. "Whoooo! SAFARI! Let's go-go-go!" She plopped on her helmet and hit the besieged muse with her whip. "Tally-ho!"

"Gaaahh! Ash, get off of me!"

"Never! Go forth, mare!"

"I'll give YOU a second afterlife!"

"Bwahaha! We are moving, we are moving!"

Brainus scratched his head and shrugged, going back to push the chariot. "Women. They're all crazy."

To Be Continued!

Word, Brainus. Word.

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