Again I do not own Hey Arnold or The Nutcracker or the music from it.
Something I forgot to mention is that all the music I use in this fic is from The Nutcracker. Also this is not exactly The nutcracker story itself but more of a Hey Arnold version of it. Sorry it's taking me a while but I'm doing research on the song titles so I can use the song I want for certain parts. I would also like to thank the reviews I have received and thank Golden Lunar Eclipse for the interesting information. It was nice reading about it. Again thank you all for the reviews, it made me happy. And on with the show! ^_^v
"She is going to do something to embarrass me in front of the kids in class!" Helga yelled to Phoebe later that day on the phone.
"I'm sure she won't do anything to embarrass you" assured Phoebe. "She IS going to be with her boyfriend after all"
"I guess you're right Pheebs," Helga said. "I guess I'm just being a little paranoid cause Arno- I-I mean something I like is um...going to be there and...uh...maybe...never mind I have to go now cause I'm getting tired. Night Pheebs."
"Good night Helga"
"Oh and Pheebs? This conversation never happened."
"Right! Forgetting!" Squeaked Phoebe, and they hung up the phone.
Monday soon came, the day of the Christmas party. The party started at 7:00, But, the Pitakis were to arrive early for an early gift exchange. It was now 5:00. Miriam was loafing around the house some where, all dressed up for the party and drunk as usual. Big Bob would soon be coming home from work and Olga was already at Charles house to help set up for the party. Helga decided to start getting ready.
She soaked in the bathtub listening to the radio.
"Now think Helga, you need to control yourself and be nicer," she mumbled to herself, "Don't be so mean and rude to your love..."
She came out of the bathtub and put on her robe, then looked into the mirror. "Hmmm..." She thought, glaring at the reflection she saw glaring back at her. "What to do..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Come on Helga! It's time to go!" called Miriam from downstairs. "Yes mom," Helga replied. She checked herself once more in the mirror then came downstairs.
"Wow Helga you look great," claimed Miriam.
Helga had her long hair combed down to the middle of her back, with half of it pulled back into a ponytail behind her head, and her bangs ruffled in the front. She wore a spaghetti strapped, glittery, dark green, long dress that went down to her ankles. A sheer white, wide scarf rested on her bare shoulders and along with that on her hands were pearly white, silky gloves and also wore white dress shoes.
They had to drive far. They past trees and fields as the moonlight was glowing in the sky, hidden behind the fog. No one else was on the road. Fifteen minutes later, they finally arrived, and pulled into the drive way. The mansion was much bigger than Helga had imagined. It was a good four stories high and very wide. There was a deck, decorated with Christmas lights that was around the whole house. By the doubled tall front doors, was a small table with two chairs and a bench with cushions on it.
Big Bob rang the doorbell and Charles had answered the door, Olga standing next to him and with an obvious expression that she was excited about the party.
They walked into the mansion and they stood into what looked like a ballroom. Along the walls were tall arched windows. The ground was made of white marble. In the center on the high ceiling, hung the largest chandelier Helga had ever seen. On the far right side of the room, were couches and a lit fireplace. And on the opposite end, was a long table with appetizers set out. And in the center of the room was to be the dancing area. More towards the back of the room, were the red carpeted stairs that led to the second story. Next to the stairs, stood a tall Christmas tree, that barely hit the ceiling, elegantly decorated. Helga, Big Bob and Marium were shocked with amazement.
"Isn't this lovely?" Olga squealed, hugging everyone, and Marium started handing out the gifts they brang for the family for an early Christmas gift exchange. Charles dressed in a black tux, had given Marium a set of gold earrings and an expensive wine. (::Cough achoholic Cough::) He gave Big Bob a black leather belt with a silver emblem on it.
"And this one is for Helga!" said Charles handing her a square box.
"Oh my gosh!" She cried out, "Nancy Spumoni boots I have always wanted! These are the best!"
Charles handed her another box and this time much smaller than the other one, and in it, Helga found a golden sling shot. She looked puzzled and Charles seeing the expression on her face started to explain that Olga told him a lot about her. And that she could use it on her classmates. Of course he was kidding and said it should be displayed in your room since it is somewhat of an inside joke.
After he explained, everyone including Olga just stared at him in awkward silence.
"Ok..." said Big Bob, "here is your gift Olga."
Seeing as Olga was already dressed up in a gown she had worn many times before, he and Mariam had bought her a gorgeous, elegant, dark red gown.
"Oh Mummy! Daddy!" She said her eyes welling up in tears of happiness. "This is the most beautiful dress I have ever had!"
After hugging them, she ran upstairs to change into the gown.
"Oh brother..." thought Helga as she walked over to one of the big fluffy couches by the fire and took a seat.
Soon enough, Olga came as fast as she could down the stairs in heels and a long dress. The dark red dress went past her ankles and the wide straps were cuffed around her shoulders. She had around her neck a pearl necklace that Charles had given her.
"Baby sister I almost forgot!" She handed Helga a small rectangular box with glittery purple wrapping paper. Helga opened the present and in the box was a doll. A boy. A nutcracker. It had a handle on the back to open and close his mouth. The doll was dressed in an old fashion, blue and green, prince uniform, with a thin sword strapped to the side of his waist. His cheeks had a red dot on each. He had a small blue hat that lay on the side of his head. His corn flour hair was sticking out on each end and ...his head! It was shaped like a football! It looked exactly like her beloved football head. Helga grinned happily to herself. Owning a doll that looked just like Arnold...
"Oh Helga I hope you like it. I thought you might since it looks like one of your friends from school."
Helga snapped out of her daze "Uh, gee...thanks. Oh and Olga? Why don't we keep this a secret and not let anyone in my class know about this. It will be.uh.our little secret, like a sister bond thing." Olga happily hugged her sister. "You know I just love to bond with you baby sister."
Helga mumbled under her breath "stupid football headed nut cracker."
And some how hid it where she had her locket. She wouldn't dare to let the football head himself see this. Setting the gold sling shot on the small table next to her, she stood up to look out the window at the moonlit sky. Her emotional side liked dazing out the window and thinking about Arnold. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Soon enough seven o'clock came and guest started to enter the beautifully decorated ballroom. The boys were dressed in tuxes and some in suits. And of course the girls were dressed as nice as they could be in their gowns. Mr.Simmons, in a white tux, arrived and was greeted by Charles and Olga. The small, live symphony set up a place by the Christmas tree taking requests to play.
Helga turned to see Phoebe chatting with Gerald and Arnold where the eggnog was at the food table. She was glad to see that Arnold was in a tux.
"Wow...he looks great," she thought as she walked over towards them.
"Hey Pheebs how's it going?" she casually asked, grabbing some eggnog. Then realized she didn't like it, so she spit it back in her cup and dumped it into one of the houseplants next to the table.
"Wow Helga, you look nice," complimented Arnold.
"Thanks football head," she replied in a tone were she meant it and was kidding at the same time.
The symphony now started to play "Waltz of the flower."
"My I have this dance?" Gerald asked Phoebe with his hand out and a big smile on his face. Phoebe giggled as she took his hand.
"I'd love to."
"I'm going to go and try to find Lila to see if she wants to dance," said Arnold.
"Oh she couldn't make it tonight," explained Phoebe, while she was dancing, "She had to visit her relatives out in the country. Remember?"
"Oh yeah." Arnold dispassionately replied.
Sid and Stinky were much to busy playing a game of bloody knuckles, by the couches on the ground, to care about the dance. Helga decided to go sit and watch. She felt a little down, thinking there was no chance that Arnold would ask her to dance.
Curly was chasing Rhonda around trying to get her to dance. She knew he would want to do more than just dance seeing he was carrying mistletoe with him. Eugene and Sheena were dancing a slow waltz around the room. Peapod kid had asked Nadine to dance and sure enough they were. Everyone was dancing, chattering, or playing around. The party had finally got started.
Helga sat pitiful on the crimson couch with her elbow on the armrest and her head leaning on her hand. Arnold saw her sitting there. He almost felt sorry for her. He almost wanted to ask her to dance. But some of him felt fear.
"She would just get angry or yell at me...I don't think she's the dancing type anyway...Oh well just do it..." he thought to himself, and soon enough he stood right in front of her. "Hey Helga..." Arnold said with a doubtful thought.
"Hmm...? Oh, hey football head, how's it going?"
"It's good...Hey I was wondering if you wanted to dance...?" He froze waiting to be made fun of or yelled at. But to his surprise, she stood up and said "All right. Sure."
She felt like the happiest girl alive. He had just asked her to dance! As they started to walk towards everyone else dancing, her doll fell out of her dress. Since she was still in a daze, she didn't notice.
"But don't say I never did you any favors Arnoldo," She added to hide her excitement.
"I don't think she'll notice if we just borrowed this for a little while," said Sid, picking up the nutcracker, seeing how it fell from Helga, he knew it belonged to her.
"There, a perfect set." He stood the doll next to a row of eleven toy soldiers that Sid had brought, on the marbled floor. The nutcracker was the biggest and tallest soldier in the row. Stinky, looking at the nutcracker said, "Hey doesn't this here doll look like Arn-"
"Twelve is the perfect number for this army," said Sid ignoring what he was about to say. Stinky shrugged.
"And now," said Sid, finding the gold sling shot on the small table were Helga had left it earlier, assuming he could use it, "Prepare to surrender soldiers!" he said playfully. Sitting on his knees, with the gold slingshot in one hand, and holding a marble in it with his other hand, aiming it at the row of toy soldiers and the nutcracker.
Arnold and Helga both felt awkward and didn't talk much, as one of Arnolds hands was on Helga's waist and the other holding her hand and Helga's other hand was on Arnolds shoulder.
"So...enjoying your night so far?"
"Yeah I guess it's ok," she replied. Then there was more of awkward silence
"Boy, I bet Charles is richer than Rhonda will ever be," Helga said looking up at the crystal chandelier that dangles above. It started to feel a little warm in the ballroom. Helga started to sweat a little and her face turned pinker and pinker. Arnold felt her palm getting warmer through her glove.
"Are you feeling ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just that it's getting to warm in here. I think I need to step out side for some fresh air."
The song was over and soon started playing "Topek." Arnold, as he usually feels worried for people, and likes to be helpful, decided to go with her outside. They walked out one of the tall glass back doors that led to the porch.
The porch was very large. It was round, and smoothly cemented. There stood a fountain in the middle. The fountain were three child faerie statues in a dancing pose, each holding a vase while the water poured out of them. Five short, concrete benches circled around the fountain from a few feet. Beyond the porch was a big grassy field, with tall red wood trees that stood about in the moonlight. The porch was decorated with large pots of poinsettias, and Christmas lights. Helga looked up at the clear starry night while they were sitting on one of the benches and she took off her gloves setting them down.
Arnold set a hand on her shoulder and asked if she was feeling all right.
"Yeah, I'm feeling more refreshed now." Then Helga's inner thoughts said, "Do it now! It's the most perfect, most romantic place! And no one is around!"
"Arnold? I've been meaning to say..." She was so nervous, she was fidgeting her feet, and rubbing her arm, and looking down on the other side of her at the ground. "I...well...I-I...I just wanted to say that." Arnold looked at her, patient and with a calm expression. "That I lo-"
"Heeeellllgaaaaa!" Screamed Sid, and running towards her and holding the nutcracker, and Stinky following behind him.
Sid was now on his knees in front of Helga, holding the nutcracker out. He was having another one of his dramatic crying moments. Arnold felt just as confused as Helga.
She looked and saw that Sid was holding the nutcracker, sobbing his eyes out. She snatched it out of his hands as fast as she could and felt embarrassed and angry at the same time. Angry that the nutcracker was personal and he was messing at it and embarrassed that it looked so much like Arnold and hoped he didn't see it. Then she realized that the leg was broken off and Sid had it in his hand. While Sid was still crying, she snatched the leg and he, trying to explain what happened through his sobs. He explained how he badly wanted twelve soldiers, since one was missing from his set, and how he flanged metal marbles at them, causing the leg to break off by accident, using the golden sling shot.
"Wait a minute!" Helga yelled, her temper rising, and snatched her sling shot from him as well. She leaned her face in close, her round nose almost hitting his hotdog nose,"you're telling me, that you not only used the nutcracker without telling me, (not that I would've let you touch it in the first place) AND breaking it, and using my sling shot! Those were both an early Christmas present and you broke one of them!"
Sid, full of fear of her beating him to a pulp, stopped crying, stood up from his knees and started to run around the field. Helga stood up hid the nutcracker and the broken leg in her dress and started to chase after him. "Get back here you little worm!" she yelled. Arnold and Stinky tried to catch up with them to get them to stop.
Sid was finally out of sight from Helga, and she tripped hard over one of the tree roots and some how landed hard on her back. She sat up slowly, rubbing her head. She stood up, using the tree for support. Feeling a little dizzy, she decided to head back to the mansion.
"Man, I feel like I just got hit by a truck." Farther and farther she walked. It felt like at least thirty minutes till she saw the mansion.
"Geez, I must have went out further than I thought."
No one was outside. "I guess because it's getting really cold." She realized, shivering. She picked up her gloves and put them back on and picked up her slingshot she had set down. She opened the glass doors. She gasped at what she saw.
Well there you have it. Second chapter. I will have the third one up soon. Sorry about the cliffhanger. ^_^
Something I forgot to mention is that all the music I use in this fic is from The Nutcracker. Also this is not exactly The nutcracker story itself but more of a Hey Arnold version of it. Sorry it's taking me a while but I'm doing research on the song titles so I can use the song I want for certain parts. I would also like to thank the reviews I have received and thank Golden Lunar Eclipse for the interesting information. It was nice reading about it. Again thank you all for the reviews, it made me happy. And on with the show! ^_^v
"She is going to do something to embarrass me in front of the kids in class!" Helga yelled to Phoebe later that day on the phone.
"I'm sure she won't do anything to embarrass you" assured Phoebe. "She IS going to be with her boyfriend after all"
"I guess you're right Pheebs," Helga said. "I guess I'm just being a little paranoid cause Arno- I-I mean something I like is um...going to be there and...uh...maybe...never mind I have to go now cause I'm getting tired. Night Pheebs."
"Good night Helga"
"Oh and Pheebs? This conversation never happened."
"Right! Forgetting!" Squeaked Phoebe, and they hung up the phone.
Monday soon came, the day of the Christmas party. The party started at 7:00, But, the Pitakis were to arrive early for an early gift exchange. It was now 5:00. Miriam was loafing around the house some where, all dressed up for the party and drunk as usual. Big Bob would soon be coming home from work and Olga was already at Charles house to help set up for the party. Helga decided to start getting ready.
She soaked in the bathtub listening to the radio.
"Now think Helga, you need to control yourself and be nicer," she mumbled to herself, "Don't be so mean and rude to your love..."
She came out of the bathtub and put on her robe, then looked into the mirror. "Hmmm..." She thought, glaring at the reflection she saw glaring back at her. "What to do..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Come on Helga! It's time to go!" called Miriam from downstairs. "Yes mom," Helga replied. She checked herself once more in the mirror then came downstairs.
"Wow Helga you look great," claimed Miriam.
Helga had her long hair combed down to the middle of her back, with half of it pulled back into a ponytail behind her head, and her bangs ruffled in the front. She wore a spaghetti strapped, glittery, dark green, long dress that went down to her ankles. A sheer white, wide scarf rested on her bare shoulders and along with that on her hands were pearly white, silky gloves and also wore white dress shoes.
They had to drive far. They past trees and fields as the moonlight was glowing in the sky, hidden behind the fog. No one else was on the road. Fifteen minutes later, they finally arrived, and pulled into the drive way. The mansion was much bigger than Helga had imagined. It was a good four stories high and very wide. There was a deck, decorated with Christmas lights that was around the whole house. By the doubled tall front doors, was a small table with two chairs and a bench with cushions on it.
Big Bob rang the doorbell and Charles had answered the door, Olga standing next to him and with an obvious expression that she was excited about the party.
They walked into the mansion and they stood into what looked like a ballroom. Along the walls were tall arched windows. The ground was made of white marble. In the center on the high ceiling, hung the largest chandelier Helga had ever seen. On the far right side of the room, were couches and a lit fireplace. And on the opposite end, was a long table with appetizers set out. And in the center of the room was to be the dancing area. More towards the back of the room, were the red carpeted stairs that led to the second story. Next to the stairs, stood a tall Christmas tree, that barely hit the ceiling, elegantly decorated. Helga, Big Bob and Marium were shocked with amazement.
"Isn't this lovely?" Olga squealed, hugging everyone, and Marium started handing out the gifts they brang for the family for an early Christmas gift exchange. Charles dressed in a black tux, had given Marium a set of gold earrings and an expensive wine. (::Cough achoholic Cough::) He gave Big Bob a black leather belt with a silver emblem on it.
"And this one is for Helga!" said Charles handing her a square box.
"Oh my gosh!" She cried out, "Nancy Spumoni boots I have always wanted! These are the best!"
Charles handed her another box and this time much smaller than the other one, and in it, Helga found a golden sling shot. She looked puzzled and Charles seeing the expression on her face started to explain that Olga told him a lot about her. And that she could use it on her classmates. Of course he was kidding and said it should be displayed in your room since it is somewhat of an inside joke.
After he explained, everyone including Olga just stared at him in awkward silence.
"Ok..." said Big Bob, "here is your gift Olga."
Seeing as Olga was already dressed up in a gown she had worn many times before, he and Mariam had bought her a gorgeous, elegant, dark red gown.
"Oh Mummy! Daddy!" She said her eyes welling up in tears of happiness. "This is the most beautiful dress I have ever had!"
After hugging them, she ran upstairs to change into the gown.
"Oh brother..." thought Helga as she walked over to one of the big fluffy couches by the fire and took a seat.
Soon enough, Olga came as fast as she could down the stairs in heels and a long dress. The dark red dress went past her ankles and the wide straps were cuffed around her shoulders. She had around her neck a pearl necklace that Charles had given her.
"Baby sister I almost forgot!" She handed Helga a small rectangular box with glittery purple wrapping paper. Helga opened the present and in the box was a doll. A boy. A nutcracker. It had a handle on the back to open and close his mouth. The doll was dressed in an old fashion, blue and green, prince uniform, with a thin sword strapped to the side of his waist. His cheeks had a red dot on each. He had a small blue hat that lay on the side of his head. His corn flour hair was sticking out on each end and ...his head! It was shaped like a football! It looked exactly like her beloved football head. Helga grinned happily to herself. Owning a doll that looked just like Arnold...
"Oh Helga I hope you like it. I thought you might since it looks like one of your friends from school."
Helga snapped out of her daze "Uh, gee...thanks. Oh and Olga? Why don't we keep this a secret and not let anyone in my class know about this. It will be.uh.our little secret, like a sister bond thing." Olga happily hugged her sister. "You know I just love to bond with you baby sister."
Helga mumbled under her breath "stupid football headed nut cracker."
And some how hid it where she had her locket. She wouldn't dare to let the football head himself see this. Setting the gold sling shot on the small table next to her, she stood up to look out the window at the moonlit sky. Her emotional side liked dazing out the window and thinking about Arnold. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Soon enough seven o'clock came and guest started to enter the beautifully decorated ballroom. The boys were dressed in tuxes and some in suits. And of course the girls were dressed as nice as they could be in their gowns. Mr.Simmons, in a white tux, arrived and was greeted by Charles and Olga. The small, live symphony set up a place by the Christmas tree taking requests to play.
Helga turned to see Phoebe chatting with Gerald and Arnold where the eggnog was at the food table. She was glad to see that Arnold was in a tux.
"Wow...he looks great," she thought as she walked over towards them.
"Hey Pheebs how's it going?" she casually asked, grabbing some eggnog. Then realized she didn't like it, so she spit it back in her cup and dumped it into one of the houseplants next to the table.
"Wow Helga, you look nice," complimented Arnold.
"Thanks football head," she replied in a tone were she meant it and was kidding at the same time.
The symphony now started to play "Waltz of the flower."
"My I have this dance?" Gerald asked Phoebe with his hand out and a big smile on his face. Phoebe giggled as she took his hand.
"I'd love to."
"I'm going to go and try to find Lila to see if she wants to dance," said Arnold.
"Oh she couldn't make it tonight," explained Phoebe, while she was dancing, "She had to visit her relatives out in the country. Remember?"
"Oh yeah." Arnold dispassionately replied.
Sid and Stinky were much to busy playing a game of bloody knuckles, by the couches on the ground, to care about the dance. Helga decided to go sit and watch. She felt a little down, thinking there was no chance that Arnold would ask her to dance.
Curly was chasing Rhonda around trying to get her to dance. She knew he would want to do more than just dance seeing he was carrying mistletoe with him. Eugene and Sheena were dancing a slow waltz around the room. Peapod kid had asked Nadine to dance and sure enough they were. Everyone was dancing, chattering, or playing around. The party had finally got started.
Helga sat pitiful on the crimson couch with her elbow on the armrest and her head leaning on her hand. Arnold saw her sitting there. He almost felt sorry for her. He almost wanted to ask her to dance. But some of him felt fear.
"She would just get angry or yell at me...I don't think she's the dancing type anyway...Oh well just do it..." he thought to himself, and soon enough he stood right in front of her. "Hey Helga..." Arnold said with a doubtful thought.
"Hmm...? Oh, hey football head, how's it going?"
"It's good...Hey I was wondering if you wanted to dance...?" He froze waiting to be made fun of or yelled at. But to his surprise, she stood up and said "All right. Sure."
She felt like the happiest girl alive. He had just asked her to dance! As they started to walk towards everyone else dancing, her doll fell out of her dress. Since she was still in a daze, she didn't notice.
"But don't say I never did you any favors Arnoldo," She added to hide her excitement.
"I don't think she'll notice if we just borrowed this for a little while," said Sid, picking up the nutcracker, seeing how it fell from Helga, he knew it belonged to her.
"There, a perfect set." He stood the doll next to a row of eleven toy soldiers that Sid had brought, on the marbled floor. The nutcracker was the biggest and tallest soldier in the row. Stinky, looking at the nutcracker said, "Hey doesn't this here doll look like Arn-"
"Twelve is the perfect number for this army," said Sid ignoring what he was about to say. Stinky shrugged.
"And now," said Sid, finding the gold sling shot on the small table were Helga had left it earlier, assuming he could use it, "Prepare to surrender soldiers!" he said playfully. Sitting on his knees, with the gold slingshot in one hand, and holding a marble in it with his other hand, aiming it at the row of toy soldiers and the nutcracker.
Arnold and Helga both felt awkward and didn't talk much, as one of Arnolds hands was on Helga's waist and the other holding her hand and Helga's other hand was on Arnolds shoulder.
"So...enjoying your night so far?"
"Yeah I guess it's ok," she replied. Then there was more of awkward silence
"Boy, I bet Charles is richer than Rhonda will ever be," Helga said looking up at the crystal chandelier that dangles above. It started to feel a little warm in the ballroom. Helga started to sweat a little and her face turned pinker and pinker. Arnold felt her palm getting warmer through her glove.
"Are you feeling ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just that it's getting to warm in here. I think I need to step out side for some fresh air."
The song was over and soon started playing "Topek." Arnold, as he usually feels worried for people, and likes to be helpful, decided to go with her outside. They walked out one of the tall glass back doors that led to the porch.
The porch was very large. It was round, and smoothly cemented. There stood a fountain in the middle. The fountain were three child faerie statues in a dancing pose, each holding a vase while the water poured out of them. Five short, concrete benches circled around the fountain from a few feet. Beyond the porch was a big grassy field, with tall red wood trees that stood about in the moonlight. The porch was decorated with large pots of poinsettias, and Christmas lights. Helga looked up at the clear starry night while they were sitting on one of the benches and she took off her gloves setting them down.
Arnold set a hand on her shoulder and asked if she was feeling all right.
"Yeah, I'm feeling more refreshed now." Then Helga's inner thoughts said, "Do it now! It's the most perfect, most romantic place! And no one is around!"
"Arnold? I've been meaning to say..." She was so nervous, she was fidgeting her feet, and rubbing her arm, and looking down on the other side of her at the ground. "I...well...I-I...I just wanted to say that." Arnold looked at her, patient and with a calm expression. "That I lo-"
"Heeeellllgaaaaa!" Screamed Sid, and running towards her and holding the nutcracker, and Stinky following behind him.
Sid was now on his knees in front of Helga, holding the nutcracker out. He was having another one of his dramatic crying moments. Arnold felt just as confused as Helga.
She looked and saw that Sid was holding the nutcracker, sobbing his eyes out. She snatched it out of his hands as fast as she could and felt embarrassed and angry at the same time. Angry that the nutcracker was personal and he was messing at it and embarrassed that it looked so much like Arnold and hoped he didn't see it. Then she realized that the leg was broken off and Sid had it in his hand. While Sid was still crying, she snatched the leg and he, trying to explain what happened through his sobs. He explained how he badly wanted twelve soldiers, since one was missing from his set, and how he flanged metal marbles at them, causing the leg to break off by accident, using the golden sling shot.
"Wait a minute!" Helga yelled, her temper rising, and snatched her sling shot from him as well. She leaned her face in close, her round nose almost hitting his hotdog nose,"you're telling me, that you not only used the nutcracker without telling me, (not that I would've let you touch it in the first place) AND breaking it, and using my sling shot! Those were both an early Christmas present and you broke one of them!"
Sid, full of fear of her beating him to a pulp, stopped crying, stood up from his knees and started to run around the field. Helga stood up hid the nutcracker and the broken leg in her dress and started to chase after him. "Get back here you little worm!" she yelled. Arnold and Stinky tried to catch up with them to get them to stop.
Sid was finally out of sight from Helga, and she tripped hard over one of the tree roots and some how landed hard on her back. She sat up slowly, rubbing her head. She stood up, using the tree for support. Feeling a little dizzy, she decided to head back to the mansion.
"Man, I feel like I just got hit by a truck." Farther and farther she walked. It felt like at least thirty minutes till she saw the mansion.
"Geez, I must have went out further than I thought."
No one was outside. "I guess because it's getting really cold." She realized, shivering. She picked up her gloves and put them back on and picked up her slingshot she had set down. She opened the glass doors. She gasped at what she saw.
Well there you have it. Second chapter. I will have the third one up soon. Sorry about the cliffhanger. ^_^