Hello everyone, thanks for waiting, I finally updated my story. There was that whole infraction for the award show, and I had writers block that also slowed me down.

Okay first I like to thank acosta perez jose ramirofor the review, and sorry about the misslead, but life happens. I guess.

Also I like to thank magic15for your review, and I shall write more chapters, and I'm glad you like it.

Thanks also to tenchugirl16for reviewing. Yeah, anybody would be frustrated after something like that.

I like to thank Silverwolf1212for reviewing. the funny thing I got the idea from an episode of MST3K watching "Prince of Space" when Tom comes up with a Haiku.

And last but not least, I like to thank Rons-Sugar-Plumfor reviewing. Well here is the update, hope you enjoy.

Now on with the story...

Hey Arnold

"A picture's worth a thousand words"

Chapter 38

A week has passed by as Helga and Arnold anxiously wait for that faithful day to arrive. Arnold's room in the meantime has taken a complete makeover since Helga moved in. The closet has been mostly taken over with Helga's clothes and some of her posters are on the wall. Now there is stuff for the baby and Arnold has started to really come to terms with all that has happened in recent months. Especially now with the really of parenthood baring down on both of them, sometimes he just feels like wanting to sit down and take a little breather. Also, while everyone is waiting Arnold, Helga and both there parents are making arrangements for the wedding. They secured the empty lot for the wedding and they planned to have the reception at the boarding house.

It night time now as Miles and Stella talk to each other in their room about what's going on. Stella sat down on the foot of the bed as Miles came in the room after getting home with Arnold and Helga. "So? What happened?" Asked Stella, Miles just slumped down on the bed tired. "No" Stella looked around a little annoyed. "How many false alarms does that make?" Miles counted to himself to himself. "Three." Stella shrugged like she gave up. "That baby is as stubborn as her mother." Miles chuckled a little to himself. "Grandpa is starting a pool to guess the time date of birth." Said Miles, Stella smiled to herself. Leave to Phil to think of that, she thought to herself. "Put me down for Thursday, 4 am." Miles smiled as he took a mental note and kissed gently on the lips before going to bed for the night.

Meanwhile across town at Hillwood State Penitentiary in cell 023 Blake lays in the darkness of his cell on the lower bunk. Then he hears movement above him, "Hey Blake you still awake?" asked Jason. "Yeah, can't sleep" Jason peeked over the edge. "Helga?" That name burned away him every time he heard it. "Yeah." He said full of distain. "And that punk Arnold?" Blake answered the same way again. "I can't wait till I get out of this hell hole." Said Blake. "Same here." Jason said in agreement. Blake continued to stare into the darkness of his cell thinking. "So," Jason's voice interrupted the silence. "What are you going to do when you get out Blake?" "I don't know." Said Blake in return, but rather that was the direct opposite, he had thought long and hard about what he wants to do when he gets out, and he was not going to let anything get in his way.

The next morning Blake was out in the yard shooting hoops with his friends Jason, Victor, and Mike. As they were playing, a much taller guy came walking up to Blake. "Ah Blake good to see you out and about on a fine day like this." Blake turned irritated and faced the taller guy. "What do you want Herc?" asked Blake as he faced the guy that towered over him and most the guys in the prison. He was called Herc as a shorter name for Hercules, but some found that name to positive, so they just called him Herc. "That was a pretty nasty stunt you pulled back there Blake." Blake just stood his ground, a day ago the inmates were in line for movie of the week, just one of few luxuries inmates are granted as opposed to getting entertainment from watching people fight. Well Herc was in line to go in the small theater they had and there was a limited amount of room, but Blake took the last spot making Herc wait until next week. "Oh, yeah man too bad you missed it, it was a good one." Herc just stared him down. "You know I don't like your attitude lately Blake and something like that can get you in a bad spot."

Blake still stood his ground. "Yeah being behind you after meal time, can be a bad place to be." That was it, Herc snapped and lunged at Blake, but Blake was too quick for him and dodged him and hit a couple times from behind. Soon just a s the fight started it ended with guards separating the two. "Take it easy Blake," said the guard holding him, "Besides you have a visitor." This news shocked Blake, who would visit him? Certainly no his parents because they hate his guts now, well except for his mother. But Blake pushed that thought aside as he came into the visitors section and walked to the window that he was instructed to. To his surprise it was Eric his friend from the outside. "Hey Blake, you don't look so good." Said Eric.

"Yeah, nice to see you too, so is there a reason you came to see me or did you just want to remark on my appearance." Eric straightened up and looked serious at Blake. "Listen, Helga and Arnold are going to have a kid, and their going to get married in an another month." Blake was shocked. "Well what do you expect me to do, I'm locked away remember." Eric looked at him with an evil smirk. "Not if I have anything to say about it." Blake to check to see if anyone can hear. "You have a plan?" Eric nodded. "I'll give you the details later, just be prepared." With that, Eric left the visitor's area leaving Blake to wonder what plan Eric has to get him out. Blake couldn't wait to get out and get back at those who put him there. All the while Arnold and Helga don't know of the brewing storm ahead of them.

So what did you think? Also with that brewing storm over head, man it might get ugly, but not right away.

Well until next time, Jarel out.