"Hey! Remember Me?" By Anne Anime and Cecile
"Where?" Arnold said as the thing hit him in the head.
"Arnold!" said Helga, picking him up from the floor.
"Curly what possessed you to do that!" stated Lila, sternly.
"Uh... I thought it be cool" said Curly, picking up the yo-yo with a picture of a duck on it, "I got him like Eugene's fish....."
"Arnold, Arnold speak to me, say something!" Helga said panicking as there was no response.
"I'll go get a first aid kit." Lila offered.
"No Lila, I'll take him to the hospital again." Helga said caring Arnold out. Phoebe and Gerald were waiting backstage.
"Helga, what happened to Arnold." Phoebe questioned. "Let's just say that Eugene's fish and him, now have something in common."
"Arnold killed himself with a yo-yo?" asked Gerald bewildered.
"No, Curly whacked him with a yo-yo and he's still breathing."
Helga got Arnold to the hospital, and once again Arnold's grandparents were there. Helga was in the room sitting by the bed, while Grandpa was arguing that he shouldn't have to pay, that they didn't fix it.
"Helga?" Arnold said weakly.
"Arnold, thank heavens you're alive!"
"What are you talking about Helga?"
"You got hit in the head, with Curly's yo-yo."
"Then why are you here, I thought you hated my guts." Helga realized Arnold's memory was back. "I just brought you here after you got hurt, that's all. And why would I even care about a stupid football head like you." Helga said storming out.
Grandpa saw her exit, and realized what had happened. "Helga hold up there."
"What?" Helga said about to cry.
"Helga, I know you must be upset, but I'll try to help Arnold remember how nice you were to him."
"And why would you do this for me?"
"Because I can tell you like the boy and it can also tell you are upset. I wasn't born yesterday you know, I was born the day before."
"Thanks, I hope it works." Grandpa went into the room
"Hey short man how you feeling?"
"Fine Grandpa."
"You're lucky you're little friend Helga carried you down here, you'd sure be in a bad state if she didn't" "Helga carried me here!?!"
"Yes that's what I said, unless I'm going crazy and no longer realize what's real and what's just some mumbo-jumbo in my brain."
"I wonder what possessed her to help me."
"You don't remember do you short man?"
"Remember what?" "After you got popped in the head the first time you thought Helga was your girlfriend! Now excuse me for a moment, gotta go to the office" and with that Grandpa ran off.
"What?!?!?!" Arnold yelled after grandpa, not believing him at all.
Just then, Gerald came in. "Is it true Gerald? Did I really think Helga was my girlfriend?" asked Arnold, still in disbelief.
"Yup, that and you got Curly and Lila together"
"I did what?"
"I'll explain later, right now I have to tell you something"
"What's that? Did I get Nadine together with Harold?"
"No! What I want to say is that we had to play along with you when you had amnesia, and Helga played a really good girlfriend to you."
"But...."
"But nothing! Helga really cares about you Arnold! Why else would she do something like that?"
"I don't know , I wish I had actually proof of the situation, proof I could hold in my hand."
"Well unless someone was stalking you and Helga and taping you I doubt it man."
"This is weird, what else did I mess up?"
"I wouldn't call it messing up, Curly and Lila seem to be getting along fine, and me and Phoebe...."
"Wait a second what about you and Phoebe?"
"You thought...that....that I was Phoebe's boyfriend, and well let's just say you weren't to far off."
"You mean, you and Phoebe are together now?"
"I guess you could call it that, all thanks to your amnesia man."
"Maybe I should talk to Helga about this."
"I don't think that's a good idea, she looked pretty mad when she left here."
"I'll talk to her Monday at school."
"I hope you get everything figured out man, I mean you and Helga, well....."
"Okay I get the point Gerald."
Grandpa came in with the doctor. "Short man, pack up we're heading home, you just have to keep ice on that bump of yours."
"Okay Grandpa, see you later Gerald."
"Yeah, hope you and Helga....."
"Gerald."
"Okay sorry man, I won't mention it." Arnold got home and went up to his room, Grandpa came in.
"Need anything short man?"
"No Grandpa, I just have a really bad headache"
"Ok, you should sleep anyway"
"I will grandpa"
Arnold put on his pajamas, and climbed into bed. He tossed and turned for a little bit, then decided that if he couldn't sleep, he might as well see what people where talking about on the Z-files message board that he posted at frequently. He got up, and started turning on the computer, but then something taped to the front of the computer screen caught his eye. "What's this?" Arnold wondered aloud. He opened it up and read it.
'I Arnold promise to always be there for my dearest love Helga Pataki, may I always remember the good she has done for me.- Arnold'
He did a double take, then he fainted. Once he recovered he read it again, thinking it was a joke. "It can't be, it just can't be, but the handwriting is mine, the signature is mine, but how can it be......"
"Short man, are you still up?" Grandpa said peering in the door.
"Grandpa look at this and tell me who wrote it?"
"Well since it's in your hand writing and it is signed by you I'd take a wild guess and say you wrote it short man."
"That's what I was afraid of, now what can I do Grandpa. I never realized how much Helga cared for me. I mean she's always been mean to me, well unless what you and Gerald said was true, you know about her helping me the whole time I had amnesia."
"So what you gonna do short man?"
"I don't know Grandpa, I guess I should talk to Helga and hope she doesn't pound me."
Even though it was 8:30, and he was sure that Helga wasn't going to talk to him, he left for her house right away. He knocked on her door and waited. About five minutes later Bob opened the door,
"Oh it's you Alfred, Helga's upstairs" Said Bob, who seemed very annoyed at him, but why would Bob be annoyed by him?
"Uh... thanks Mr. Pataki" Arnold went up the stairs, as he got closer to Helga's door he thought he heard crying.
He knocked at the door and got the response, "Go away Bob!"
"It's me Arnold! Will you let me in?"
"Arnold?" Helga asked, then he heard lots of shuffling around, like she was putting things away, very quickly, She opened the door and let him in. "So, what do you want footballhead?"
"I.... I wanted to thank you"
"F-for what?"
"For being so nice to me when I had amnesia, I didn't think you cared so much that you'd do something like that for me."
"Well.... I do...."
"Helga...I need to show you this." Arnold said pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket.
"Helga were you with me when I wrote this?"
"Yes Arnold I was." Helga replied. "Helga, did I really mean it?"
"Yes...you really meant it, but it was just because of the amnesia you shouldn't worry." Helga said holding back tears.
"Helga, I think I see why you so upset at the hospital, I'm sorry Helga, I didn't know."
"It's okay Arnold...it's fine...our lives will just continue like nothing happened." Helga said on the verge of tears.
"No Helga, I don't think I can do that, not now. There was a different side of you everyone keeps talking about, and.....well....I'd like to get to know that Helga, the nice, caring Helga everyone keeps talking about."
"Really Arnold, after all I've done to you over the years?"
"Yes Helga, I have a funny feeling that you are really nice, and perhaps that nice person is just who I need in my life now."
"What do you mean?"
"Well Lila is with Curly, so...."
"Oh, I see what you mean. Well I guess I can give it a shot, if your willing to put up with me that long."
"Sure Helga, and maybe...just maybe, this promise I wrote will make more sense."
"Thanks Arnold..." Said Helga, completely changing attitudes.
They didn't see each other the rest of the weekend, but sat together on the bus to school on Monday, they talked, and Helga tried her best to be just herself, the person everyone had seen when Arnold had amnesia. When they got off the bus they could hear people whispering.
"I guess all those hits to the head made Arnold loose his sense of taste." Whispered Rhonda, or at least she tried to whisper, but Rhonda was never very good at that.
"Or did in knock some sense into him? It made him give up on Lila, and give me a chance" Said Helga under her breath.
"What you say?"
"Nothing Arnold! Lets get inside before the bellrings"
That day seemed to be the longest day for Helga. She enjoyed still having Arnold near her, but she could sense everyone talking about her behind her back. Helga decided she should talk to Phoebe.
"Um..Arnold can you excuse me for a second." Helga said getting up from the table at lunch. "Okay Helga." Helga walked out, grabbing Phoebe by the arm and dragging her along. "Pheebs, I'm going nuts, I can't keep it up!"
"Helga you keep acting like it's a false attitude that you are portraying, but actually you are simply being yourself."
"I guess you are right Pheebs, I just don't like everyone talking about me."
"They are simply in shock that you can be so compassionate and non-argumentative."
"But what can I do, I just wish they'd back off and get a life."
"Perhaps if you just ignore their inconsequential gossiping you will be able to still show Arnold the you within."
"You're right Pheebs, I shouldn't worry about what they say, Arnold is all that matters."
"Where?" Arnold said as the thing hit him in the head.
"Arnold!" said Helga, picking him up from the floor.
"Curly what possessed you to do that!" stated Lila, sternly.
"Uh... I thought it be cool" said Curly, picking up the yo-yo with a picture of a duck on it, "I got him like Eugene's fish....."
"Arnold, Arnold speak to me, say something!" Helga said panicking as there was no response.
"I'll go get a first aid kit." Lila offered.
"No Lila, I'll take him to the hospital again." Helga said caring Arnold out. Phoebe and Gerald were waiting backstage.
"Helga, what happened to Arnold." Phoebe questioned. "Let's just say that Eugene's fish and him, now have something in common."
"Arnold killed himself with a yo-yo?" asked Gerald bewildered.
"No, Curly whacked him with a yo-yo and he's still breathing."
Helga got Arnold to the hospital, and once again Arnold's grandparents were there. Helga was in the room sitting by the bed, while Grandpa was arguing that he shouldn't have to pay, that they didn't fix it.
"Helga?" Arnold said weakly.
"Arnold, thank heavens you're alive!"
"What are you talking about Helga?"
"You got hit in the head, with Curly's yo-yo."
"Then why are you here, I thought you hated my guts." Helga realized Arnold's memory was back. "I just brought you here after you got hurt, that's all. And why would I even care about a stupid football head like you." Helga said storming out.
Grandpa saw her exit, and realized what had happened. "Helga hold up there."
"What?" Helga said about to cry.
"Helga, I know you must be upset, but I'll try to help Arnold remember how nice you were to him."
"And why would you do this for me?"
"Because I can tell you like the boy and it can also tell you are upset. I wasn't born yesterday you know, I was born the day before."
"Thanks, I hope it works." Grandpa went into the room
"Hey short man how you feeling?"
"Fine Grandpa."
"You're lucky you're little friend Helga carried you down here, you'd sure be in a bad state if she didn't" "Helga carried me here!?!"
"Yes that's what I said, unless I'm going crazy and no longer realize what's real and what's just some mumbo-jumbo in my brain."
"I wonder what possessed her to help me."
"You don't remember do you short man?"
"Remember what?" "After you got popped in the head the first time you thought Helga was your girlfriend! Now excuse me for a moment, gotta go to the office" and with that Grandpa ran off.
"What?!?!?!" Arnold yelled after grandpa, not believing him at all.
Just then, Gerald came in. "Is it true Gerald? Did I really think Helga was my girlfriend?" asked Arnold, still in disbelief.
"Yup, that and you got Curly and Lila together"
"I did what?"
"I'll explain later, right now I have to tell you something"
"What's that? Did I get Nadine together with Harold?"
"No! What I want to say is that we had to play along with you when you had amnesia, and Helga played a really good girlfriend to you."
"But...."
"But nothing! Helga really cares about you Arnold! Why else would she do something like that?"
"I don't know , I wish I had actually proof of the situation, proof I could hold in my hand."
"Well unless someone was stalking you and Helga and taping you I doubt it man."
"This is weird, what else did I mess up?"
"I wouldn't call it messing up, Curly and Lila seem to be getting along fine, and me and Phoebe...."
"Wait a second what about you and Phoebe?"
"You thought...that....that I was Phoebe's boyfriend, and well let's just say you weren't to far off."
"You mean, you and Phoebe are together now?"
"I guess you could call it that, all thanks to your amnesia man."
"Maybe I should talk to Helga about this."
"I don't think that's a good idea, she looked pretty mad when she left here."
"I'll talk to her Monday at school."
"I hope you get everything figured out man, I mean you and Helga, well....."
"Okay I get the point Gerald."
Grandpa came in with the doctor. "Short man, pack up we're heading home, you just have to keep ice on that bump of yours."
"Okay Grandpa, see you later Gerald."
"Yeah, hope you and Helga....."
"Gerald."
"Okay sorry man, I won't mention it." Arnold got home and went up to his room, Grandpa came in.
"Need anything short man?"
"No Grandpa, I just have a really bad headache"
"Ok, you should sleep anyway"
"I will grandpa"
Arnold put on his pajamas, and climbed into bed. He tossed and turned for a little bit, then decided that if he couldn't sleep, he might as well see what people where talking about on the Z-files message board that he posted at frequently. He got up, and started turning on the computer, but then something taped to the front of the computer screen caught his eye. "What's this?" Arnold wondered aloud. He opened it up and read it.
'I Arnold promise to always be there for my dearest love Helga Pataki, may I always remember the good she has done for me.- Arnold'
He did a double take, then he fainted. Once he recovered he read it again, thinking it was a joke. "It can't be, it just can't be, but the handwriting is mine, the signature is mine, but how can it be......"
"Short man, are you still up?" Grandpa said peering in the door.
"Grandpa look at this and tell me who wrote it?"
"Well since it's in your hand writing and it is signed by you I'd take a wild guess and say you wrote it short man."
"That's what I was afraid of, now what can I do Grandpa. I never realized how much Helga cared for me. I mean she's always been mean to me, well unless what you and Gerald said was true, you know about her helping me the whole time I had amnesia."
"So what you gonna do short man?"
"I don't know Grandpa, I guess I should talk to Helga and hope she doesn't pound me."
Even though it was 8:30, and he was sure that Helga wasn't going to talk to him, he left for her house right away. He knocked on her door and waited. About five minutes later Bob opened the door,
"Oh it's you Alfred, Helga's upstairs" Said Bob, who seemed very annoyed at him, but why would Bob be annoyed by him?
"Uh... thanks Mr. Pataki" Arnold went up the stairs, as he got closer to Helga's door he thought he heard crying.
He knocked at the door and got the response, "Go away Bob!"
"It's me Arnold! Will you let me in?"
"Arnold?" Helga asked, then he heard lots of shuffling around, like she was putting things away, very quickly, She opened the door and let him in. "So, what do you want footballhead?"
"I.... I wanted to thank you"
"F-for what?"
"For being so nice to me when I had amnesia, I didn't think you cared so much that you'd do something like that for me."
"Well.... I do...."
"Helga...I need to show you this." Arnold said pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket.
"Helga were you with me when I wrote this?"
"Yes Arnold I was." Helga replied. "Helga, did I really mean it?"
"Yes...you really meant it, but it was just because of the amnesia you shouldn't worry." Helga said holding back tears.
"Helga, I think I see why you so upset at the hospital, I'm sorry Helga, I didn't know."
"It's okay Arnold...it's fine...our lives will just continue like nothing happened." Helga said on the verge of tears.
"No Helga, I don't think I can do that, not now. There was a different side of you everyone keeps talking about, and.....well....I'd like to get to know that Helga, the nice, caring Helga everyone keeps talking about."
"Really Arnold, after all I've done to you over the years?"
"Yes Helga, I have a funny feeling that you are really nice, and perhaps that nice person is just who I need in my life now."
"What do you mean?"
"Well Lila is with Curly, so...."
"Oh, I see what you mean. Well I guess I can give it a shot, if your willing to put up with me that long."
"Sure Helga, and maybe...just maybe, this promise I wrote will make more sense."
"Thanks Arnold..." Said Helga, completely changing attitudes.
They didn't see each other the rest of the weekend, but sat together on the bus to school on Monday, they talked, and Helga tried her best to be just herself, the person everyone had seen when Arnold had amnesia. When they got off the bus they could hear people whispering.
"I guess all those hits to the head made Arnold loose his sense of taste." Whispered Rhonda, or at least she tried to whisper, but Rhonda was never very good at that.
"Or did in knock some sense into him? It made him give up on Lila, and give me a chance" Said Helga under her breath.
"What you say?"
"Nothing Arnold! Lets get inside before the bellrings"
That day seemed to be the longest day for Helga. She enjoyed still having Arnold near her, but she could sense everyone talking about her behind her back. Helga decided she should talk to Phoebe.
"Um..Arnold can you excuse me for a second." Helga said getting up from the table at lunch. "Okay Helga." Helga walked out, grabbing Phoebe by the arm and dragging her along. "Pheebs, I'm going nuts, I can't keep it up!"
"Helga you keep acting like it's a false attitude that you are portraying, but actually you are simply being yourself."
"I guess you are right Pheebs, I just don't like everyone talking about me."
"They are simply in shock that you can be so compassionate and non-argumentative."
"But what can I do, I just wish they'd back off and get a life."
"Perhaps if you just ignore their inconsequential gossiping you will be able to still show Arnold the you within."
"You're right Pheebs, I shouldn't worry about what they say, Arnold is all that matters."