Here we go with the episode, 'World Records'! Anyway, enjoy!

The next morning, after being dressed up and hair brushed up at the right amounts, I decided to go over to Arnold's house. I had a feeling he somehow knew me, Nadine and Phoebe ditched his plan and avoided Trash Can Day. I wanted to apologize to him for not sticking with his plan. As I was about to head out the door...

"Honey!"

I sighed a bit as I turned to see my mother coming up towards me. "Yes, mom?"

"While you're out, would you mind picking up a couple of things." Mom said, handing me some money and a list. "I'd get the servants to do it, but they're a little busy at the moment."

I nodded as I pocketed the money. "Sure, mom. I'll get right on it as soon as I get home."

"All right, sweetie." My mom said. "Where are you going?"

"Just to Arnold's place. I want to talk to him about a project I volunteered to do for the weekend's float competition." I explained. And to make sure I apologize for what happened.

"You're entering a float competition?" My mom smiled. "You know, your father and his friends entered one of those at one time."

Oh great, I thought, another one of my mom's boring stories. Still, I decided to entertain her. "Do tell, mother."

"Well, it's a little hazy, but your father, myself and a few of his friends in our school entered the float competition. We didn't win, but it was all in the fun of everything. We made a good float too, consisting of..."

I tuned her out at this point as I decided to think about other things. For one thing, my hair. Did I make sure to brush it right? Yeah, I believe I did. Did I know what to say to Arnold when I came up to him? Of course, of course I did.

I looked over at the ring I was wearing as I smiled. Sharlene really did good in giving me this ring...

Oh, Mom was wrapping up. I tuned her back in. "...and that's why even though winning is not the key, doing our best in life is what matters. Did you get that, honey?"

"Yes, Mom, I got it." I sighed. I love my mom, but she can be a talker at times. I'm probably going to be like her in terms of talking someday. "Well, I have to go to Arnold's. See you later, Mom!"

"Don't forget the things on the list!" Mom called as I ran out the door.

"I'll get them, Mom!" I sighed as I started making my trek towards Arnold's place.

"And in conclusion, I would really like to say I'm sorry for not following your plan." I said, sitting down next to Arnold and Gerald, as Phoebe and Nadine joined me. A few other kids from PS 118 were there as well, wondering about why we seemed to be the only three to avoid the wrath of Trash Can Day. From what I've heard from Sid and Harold, the fifth graders were still looking for us before eventually giving up the search.

"Well, we're still jealous that you three got lucky!" Stinky said.

"Just what is your secret to avoiding that day, anyway?" Sid asked.

I smirked. "We're not tellin'."

"Lips are sealed." Phoebe said.

"You wouldn't be able to get the secret out of us. Besides, we have some... inside sources that say next year, Trash Can Day will be done and gone." Nadine smiled.

Some of the kids hearing this cheered, before I added, "Granted, we would be graduating to fifth grade by the time next year rolls around, and technically we probably wouldn't do it anyway, but still, Trash Can Day is going to be put to a stop next year!"

"Oh come on! Arnold and I were just talking about how we should keep the tradition!" Gerald frowned.

"Really, Gerald? That's just sick." Phoebe frowned. "We're not doing Trash Can Day anymore!"

"Fine." Gerald said. "Can you believe this, Arnold?"

"Huh?" Arnold said as he looked up from the book he was reading. "Oh, sorry. I just got too focused on this."

"What are you reading, anyway?" I asked as I peeked at the book. "Is that the Guinness Book of World Records?"

"Yeah." Arnold said. "I've found this when I was rummaging through some old stuff last night, and I thought I'd read up on it. I mean, look at this. There's a world record for the deepest hole!"

Gerald peeked in and was astonished. "There's a world record for most kinds of string! Eleven thousand, two hundred and eighty-eight! Wow!"

"Let me see!" Phoebe said as she was curious, peeking into the book. "Most chocolate chips in a single cookie, two thousand and eighty four point six? Cool!"

Every kid was looking at the book in interest, and... well, so was I as I looked at a few records. Single fashion statement of the century? Most earrings on the body? The time somebody can sleep for a week? Most beans stacked? This is a very interesting world record book.

"Some of these records are odd. Most finger-tip push-ups? What geeks." I rolled my eyes.

"Nerds." Phoebe groaned. "The correct term is nerds."

"Sorry." I said as I looked over to Phoebe.

"Sure, some of these records are a little weird, but there's still a lot of cool stuff to... like the largest bubblegum bubble blown. It's still amazing."

Harold smiled as he said, "All of these are amazing. Too bad nobody can attempt these records again."

"I bet I can top a record or two." Arnold smiled in confidence.

"You?" Harold laughed. "No offense, Arnold, but some of these records are impossible to beat!"

"Watch me." Arnold said. "One quarter says I can top a record by the end of the day, not only that, but it can get into the book!"

"Prepare to pay that quarter, Arnold. There's no way you can beat a record in that book." Harold smirked.

"You're on." Arnold said as he and Harold shook hands.

"But Arnold, not that I have doubts about this, but what world record could you possibly break in that book?" I asked.

Arnold flipped through the book. "I don't know, but if we can break one, we'll be the most famous kids in the whole city."

Gerald gave a big smile as I said, "Uh... we?"

A few minutes later, I was trifling through the book as Arnold and Gerald looked ready and prepared for anything. Phoebe, Nadine and the other kids were watching in curiosity and glee as I started flipping through the books. "Ah, here's a good one. Walking backwards."

"A classic!" Gerald smiled.

"Keep following us, Rhonda, we are about to start!" Arnold said as I examined the book, about ready to follow them.

"But... that's going to be an impossibility." I said, making Arnold and Gerald stop what they were doing. "According to the book, a kid travelled from San Lorenzo to Istanbul a little over eight thousand miles by walking backwards."

"Is that even real?" Phoebe said. "That would mean the kid would have had to walk on WATER, or walked backwards around a boat a few times."

"Don't look at me, that's what it says in the book." I said, pointing it out as I flipped over the book, making Arnold and Gerald groan. "Oh, here's another good one! Bouncing a ball on your head, that could work!"

Everybody watched as Arnold was now currently at twenty ball bounces on the head, with Gerald counting with a small clicker. I smiled as I looked at the book. If he could keep going, he'd beat the record of four hundred ball bounces on the head.

Unfortunately, Arnold only got as far as thirty-five before losing concentration and walking backwards, causing him to fall.

The crowd of kids grimaced as Arnold got up.

"Any other records we could potentially break?" Arnold asked as he went up to me.

"As a matter of factual..." I said, looking around the book. "...yes."

Gerald decided to try his hand as well as Arnold counted hula hooping... but it was doomed to failure as Gerald looked down in disappointment.

"Hula hoops are pretty hard to do, anyway." Phoebe said, comforting Gerald. "I know I had a hard time with them."

"Let's see..." I said as I looked over the book. "Too dangerous, too risky, can a nine year old even attempt this, too dangerous."

Harold smirked. "Okay, seems like it's just getting nowhere. You can just pay up the quarter and call it a day, Arnold..."

Arnold sighed.

"Well... unless..." Harold paused. "Why don't you try something you're already good at?"

"What's that?" Arnold asked as we looked over in curiosity.

"I think Harold's on to something." Sid said. "You should do stuff you already know you can do! Stuff that doesn't take any real talent. Kid stuff, you know? Like..."

"Most days without taking a bath!" Harold smiled. "That's a good world record."

Gerald and Arnold gave a smile as I rolled my eyes, Arnold saying, "Let's attempt that!"

"You want to attempt this with the BOARDERS or YOUR PARENTS?" I pointed out. "Good luck with that."

Arnold and Gerald sat down, disappointed. "Okay, good point."

Everyone paused to think about what to do... until Arnold snapped his fingers. "I got it! I can't just attempt a record alone... or with Gerald. What if we brought in more kids into the act?"

All the kids started talking in excitement as I raised an eyebrow, asking, "You really think we can work together to break a world record?"

"Why not?" Arnold said. "If we can work together, we can ALL be in the Guinness Book of World Records."

Every kid, heck, myself included, cheered for this. This was a great idea to do.

"Okay, it's all settled!" I smiled as I sat down. "What should we attempt?"

"Well, we got a lot of kids in our neighborhoods... what if we tried..." Arnold paused, then snapped his fingers. "...the highest pyramid of kids!"

I paused. "I'm... not sure if we can attempt it and hold the position for long..."

"Come on, Rhonda, have a little more faith!" Nadine smiled.

"But... isn't there another way?" I asked.

"Oh, what are we going to do, jump in a ditch and live under there?" Phoebe said.

"Besides, Rhonda, you'd said you'd do ANYTHING for us. Don't you remember?" Arnold asked.

I paused as my eyes rolled up, as if to remember...

There was first grade me with Arnold, Gerald, Nadine and Phoebe talking to each other at the lunch table as we laughed, I'm saying to my friends, "Sure, guys, I'd definitely do anything for you! I'll even help out on a pyramid of kids if possible!"

We all laughed as we continued talking.

A moment later, we were seen piling up on each other as we tried to hold the position on a pyramid of kids. I looked up to Phoebe who was on top of me as I whispered, "Phoebe? Please remind me how holding this position is a good idea?"

"Just keep holding it, I'm sure we can do it." Phoebe whispered.

"I don't have my doubts, but I'm more concerned with the fact EUGENE is put in the bottom." I whispered. "The poor kid is about to give out in exhaustion."

"I question Arnold's logic too, but let's just focus." Phoebe said as we kept focus.

I nodded as we all kept our position. Unfortunately, after a few seconds when Stinky came up to the top of the pyramid... Eugene's body gave out as he collapsed, causing everyone to fall down. I didn't get it nearly as bad, but the others were a little piled up.

"Let's try a world record where we don't pile on each other." Nadine groaned.

"Agreed." Sheena said, rubbing her face.

"Okay... how about..." Arnold paused, then snapped his fingers, getting an idea. "The longest game of 'Crack the Whip'."

"That waving game where you move around and you can't stop until somebody messes up?" I said. "Not that I have my doubts, but isn't there another thing we can attempt?"

"Oh, what are we going to do, jump in a ditch and live under there?" Phoebe said, rolling her eyes.

"Besides, Rhonda, you'd said you'd do ANYTHING for us. Don't you remember?" Arnold asked.

I paused as I rolled my eyes to remember.

There was second grade me, with Arnold, Gerald, Phoebe and Nadine, laughing as we were hanging out in my house, I'm saying to my friends, "Sure, guys, I'd definitely do anything for you! I'll even help you out on the longest game of Crack the Whip, if possible!"

We all laughed as we continued talking.

"...My memory must be repeating myself each year." I said as me, Phoebe, Gerald and Stinky were the first four to start in the game of 'Crack the Whip', with Arnold putting in more kids.

"Well, we had a lot to talk about." Phoebe said as we kept going with the game.

"Is it even safe to do this in a neighborhood, though?" I asked as Arnold added Eugene as we marched along.

Before Phoebe could answer that question, we heard Eugene screaming as he flew out of Sid's hand and right towards a garbage can.

We all winced as Phoebe said, "To answer your question, no, it's not safe."

I sighed as we turned to Arnold, Nadine saying, "In the future, Arnold, let's not try to put Eugene in any more world record stunts. I know you mean well, but Eugene's not that type for world records."

"Okay, okay..." Arnold paused. "I have another one. Let's try... most kids riding on a single bike!"

My eyes widened as I frowned. "Arnold, you're a good guy, but there is no way, NO HOW, I am doing a stunt where I ride on a bike that gets driven down, and where most of us kids would potentially get injured."

"Oh, what are we going to do, jump in a ditch and live under there?" Phoebe sighed.

"Besides, Rhonda, you'd said you'd do ANYTHING for us. Don't you remember?" Arnold asked.

I paused as I remembered something else.

There was me just in the third grade as my parents were driving me, Nadine, Phoebe, Arnold and Gerald down to Dinoland where we were going to have fun. I smiled to my friends as I was talking with them. "Sure, guys, I'd definitely do anything for you! I'd even be part of a bicycle stunt where I get piled into a single bike with all the kids of PS 118, if possible!"

We all laughed as we continued talking.

"...I have got to stop saying I'd do anything for you guys, and then specifying what I'd do to keep my friendship for you." I groaned as I was near the top of the bike, Harold driving it as all the kids were getting piled up.

"Don't complain. At least we're doing it." Phoebe said as Harold started riding the bike down.

"Here's something to consider. What if the bike trips on an obstacle?" I asked.

Phoebe and Nadine's eyes widened as Nadine said, "That... thought never occurred to us."

The next thing we knew, we started riding down the hill, every one of us screamed, and luckily we ran over a wall... unluckily, we hit Eugene. Man, this is not Eugene's day... then again, when hasn't it been Eugene's day?

Later that day, we all sat around sighing as Harold started to complain, "This is no fun! You all stink! I quit! I'm making my own world record! Who's with me?"

"Come on, we just haven't found the right world record for us yet." Arnold said. "Just give us some more time."

Harold took a deep breath... then sighed as he sat down with us.

"This really bites." Stinky said. "I'm not sure how many world records we can try to break."

Eugene then came over on his wheelchair (How he managed to go up on a wheelchair this fast in the day, I have no idea. Does he always keep it around at his house? I'm starting to question Eugene's parents and their status... do they have an inheritance that nobody knows about? Well, no matter.

"There's got to be a world record we haven't tried!" Arnold said, looking around at the books.

"Sorry, Arnold, but it's just impossible at this rate." I said. "I mean, no matter what we try, we just can't do any of these records. We're not the people that attempted these records..."

"But I'm sure we can try!" Arnold said, getting an idea. "Stinky, nobody else can roll a sleeping bag as tight as you, right?"

"Well, right..." Stinky nodded.

"And Phoebe, who else has your encyclopedic knowledge of Italian sauces?" Arnold said, pointing to Phoebe.

Phoebe giggled as she said, "Well, I don't like to brag..."

"And Gerald, who else can chop a zucchini with his mom's car keys?" Arnold smiled to Gerald, then turned to all of us. "Come on you guys, think! All we've got to do is figure out how to combine these seemingly useless talents into one idea... to make something so great, so unique, so incredibly cool that no one else could possibly pull off the same thing!"

"But what can we possibly do?" Nadine asked.

Arnold paused. "What if we... cook something?"

"Like what?" I asked, interested in the idea. "Biggest casserole?"

"Biggest doughnut?" Sid asked as everyone was getting excited.

"Biggest sundae!" Phoebe smiled as we cheered.

"Biggest crawdad!" Stinky smiled. We almost cheered before we paused as Sheena said, "Wait, what?"

"No, no!" Arnold smiled. "How about... biggest pizza puff?"

We all gasped. Was it possible?

"Stinky can roll the crust, Phoebe, you could create the sauce, and Gerald, you can lead us with the vegetable choppings." Arnold said as an idea was forming.

We all nodded. Yeah, yeah, it could work!

"We could get the neighborhood in on it too!" Arnold smiled. "I could get Mr. Green to donate some salami and Mrs. Johanssen for the sacks of flour!"

"And there is a rosemary oregano sauce I've been experimenting with! We can use that!" Phoebe smiled as we all decided to get started on a few things.

Hmmm... while I was shopping for a few things, I may as well get my mom's grocery shopping done.

As soon as I got the groceries for Mom and dropped it off (and after telling her and my dad that we were trying to attempt a world record), I joined back with the others as we were putting in a lot of effort to work. Everybody was supporting the project. Normally, I would never get my feet all dirtied up, but if this could get ALL of us into the world records book, then I would eagerly stomp my feet in tomatos to make tomato sauce. All the neighborhood got in on the act as we all had fun, even if we didn't get in, it was still fun.

Pretty soon, we put it into a makeshift oven in the area as we sat down and watched.

"This time, I think we really did it." Arnold smiled.

"I just hope we put in enough baking soda." Gerald said.

"We did. One hundred and fifty teaspoons should be enough to do the trick." Phoebe said.

"Uh-oh."

We all stopped as we turned to Sid, who chuckled nervously. "Teaspoons? I didn't know TSP meant Teaspoons."

"Uh, what did you think TSP stood for?" I asked.

"Uh... ten square pounds?" Sid said nervously.

I groaned. "Why am I not surprised?"

Nadine then turned to us. "Shall we run for our lives?"

"Yeah, I think that would be a good idea." Phoebe said as the dough started to grow bigger.

"LOOK OUT, SHE'S GONNA BLOW!" Mr. Kokoshka screamed as we all started to run and ducked behind some tables. However, it wasn't enough because the explosion of tomato sauce happened...

Oh God, that was my favorite shirt! Well, no matter. I got other favorite shirts back home... but everyone got affected by it as well in some various ways. I know Harold was liking the tomato sauce.

As soon as the aftermath of the explosion happened, we all peeked out and noticed that there was tomato sauce everywhere.

"Aw man. Well, that's it. We tried to break just about every record in the book, even ones that weren't in the book, and we haven't even gotten close." Gerald sighed. "Guess that means one thing."

"What's that, Gerald?" Arnold asked.

"...Maybe we're not special. Maybe we're not unique, and maybe we'll never beat a world record." Gerald said.

"I guess you're right..." Arnold sighed.

"Aw, come on, you guys." I said, sitting down. "Look, we may not be world record breakers, that's true. But we don't need to be known by what record we broke OR what record we could set. To all of us, we're happy just being what we are. You don't need to prove anything. And even if you did try a world record, great, you tried. Would it be good to get on the Guinness Book of World Records? Yeah, it would be great. But in the end, you know there's somebody that'll eventually beat that record, and we may not be one of those people. What matters Arnold, is that we're all special in our own right. We don't need a world record to prove we're a tight neighborhood. We are who we are, and if we do break a record, that's great... but likely we'd probably be replaced... could be the next day, could be next year, could be thousands of years from now... what matters is, we tried, and while some of these records are impossible, we don't need to prove anything. We're great and unique in our own way. That's what I truly believe."

Everyone applauded at my speech as they seemed to be motivated. Arnold and Gerald smiled as they listened as Arnold said, "Thanks, Rhonda. Guess we don't need a world record to know who can comfort me in my time of need."

I blushed a bit as Gerald said, "Yeah, thanks."

I smiled as I took the book. "And to think, we all got together to work on this."

As everyone decided to do some clean-up duty around the neighborhood (which would likely take about a day or two), me, Gerald, Nadine, Phoebe and Arnold decided to walk together as Arnold said, "Suppose that means I have to give Harold a quarter now."

"Eh, what can you do about it?" I said as we kept walking. "Attempting to break a lot of world records has got to be a record in itself."

I noticed Arnold getting an idea, but I quickly said to him, "And I'm sorry Arnold, but failing at breaking world records does not qualify as a world record. It's just not realistic."

"Well, at least it was a thought." Arnold said.

"Anyway, fellas, there's something I need to talk about." I said as we kept walking. "You remember Olga Pataki, right?"

"The girl that hosted the spelling bee?" Arnold said.

"Yep. I personally know her from experience, and she wants us to help out make a float. If we can get every kid to try to break a record, surely, we can work together to make a parade float for the float competition." I said.

Arnold smiled. "Sure, I'm game!"

"Yeah!" Gerald said. "I think it'll be a fun idea!"

"I'm in, too!" Nadine said.

"This is going to be fun!" Phoebe giggled.

"Great!" I smiled. "Arnold, if you can try to get more kids, I'll let Olga know and we can start up the parade float in a couple days!"

"Sure!" Arnold said. "See you tomorrow, Rhonda!"

"See you tomorrow, guys!" I said as we separated from Arnold and Gerald, making arrangements... and hopefully getting our suits at the cleaners. Oh well, mom and dad will understand. It was at least a good attempt.

All in all, it was a really, really great day for all the kids.

There's the thirty-third episode! How do you like it? There's also a reference to a 'Timon and Pumbaa' episode called 'Mombasa In Law', so find it if you can (hint, all in the flashbacks)! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!