As Time Goes By
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Disclaimer: Hey Arnold!
Does not belong to me, although "legally" it may belong to Snee-Osh
and Viacom, Hey Arnold! Is in the heart and soul of anyone that watches the
show! And they can't take that away from us…….::::::::::gets tied up, and taken
away by men in white suits, as well as a few in black who are developing a
pending lawsuit::::::
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As
Time Goes By~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 3: A Sigh Is Just
A Sigh
"Wow." Was all
that Helga could say.
She was now in the
Johanssen-Hyerdahls. It was a swanky apartment in the heart of New York City.
It was a swanky apartment, and a swanky party, champagne, glass champagne
flutes, buffet table, the works. Although, it wasn't surprising if you thought
about the combination of both of their salaries.Helga was holding a flute in
her hand and surveying the buffet table. She noticed some chatty talk behind
her. She shrugged it off and walked over to the window to admire the beautiful
cityscape.
"It couldn't
be her!"
"No way! If it is,
what a transformation."
"She is so
beautiful! Nah, it couldn't be her."
"Well, it has been a
long time since we saw her last."
"Naw, it couldn't be
her. Just look at her."
"Well, we can't see
her face. She's looking out the window."
"It could be!"
"Naw!"
"I betcha twenty
bucks!"
"Deal!"
"You guys, this is
rude, let's just go ask her." The one guest got up and noticed that no one
was joining, so the guest went up and politely tapped the mystery guest on the
shoulder, she promptly turned around.
The group suddenly grew
silent.
Pardon the cliché, but
she was truly a vision. She was in a red dress, which accented her now curved
figure. Her hair was up, with red ribbons sewn through, and a red rose was
placed in her hair. As well as her classic red lips.
Arnold gasped,
"Helga?" his drink fell to the ground and shattered into a thousand
pieces.
A housekeeper swiftly
rushed over to clean up the house, Arnold kneeled down to help, and before
Helga could even react she was swiftly taken away by the group. She couldn't
believe it, the whole gang was there. Harold had started his own successful
meat market, and he was sitting with his wife Patty. They had one girl and a
boy was on the way. Nadine was now dating Stinky, she had taken his heart when
she brought in some super-bred ladybugs to his nursery. Sid, single,
pharmacist, and obviously looking, he was relentlessly after Gerald and
Phoebe's single friends. Peapod Kid was a chemist. Eugene and Sheena divorced,
but now were running a ballet studio together. Brainy had the same wheeze, but
to a lesser degree, he became a college professor, believe it or not. He was
married to another woman named Phoebe who had a successful website and had her
own comic strip and television show called "The Trio." Curly couldn't
make it, he was now working with Greenpeace and he was arrested for trying to
free the tigers in the zoo. Chocolate Boy wasn't there, he had found some sort
of "golden ticket" in a bar of chocolate and was due for a big prize.
Iggy was now running a pajama company, he made a fortune off of "feetie"
PJ's . Joey was a dentist, Lorenzo had the family fortune he was mingling at
the back, Park had gotten mixed up with the Mafia, but sent a fruit basket, and
Ruth was married and had two kids, apparently they were a handful, because she
looked pretty haggard. Rhonda was now married to a familiar "rich
boy" from a boat race.And of course, Lila, she was married to some real
dumbfounded-looking man. Boy, does Lila know how to pick 'em… The whole gang
looked relatively similar, just now older.
And, we can't forget
Arnold. He was tall, not incredibly, but just above Helga. After all, Helga's
growth spurt was over-estimated and she didn't turn out to be the stork
everyone thought she would be. His hair was slicked back, but it still had a
nice volume to it. He was wearing a tuxedo, and it was very becoming on him.
Needless to say, his now adult figure was very becoming as well. He was now a
journalist, of course he kept Sunset Arms as well. He even had a famous boarder
now, Oscar. Oscar finally got a job, he ran an infomerical on how to get rich,
"You send me money, you get rich! Hehehehe." Was basically the
premise. Helga tried to pretend like Arnold wasn't there, it wasn't very hard
since the group was asking her question, after question about her current life.
Although, now Helga was feeling a familiar, and now stronger weakness…and a
familiar urge to lock herself in a closet and write poetry.
Helga tried to answer all
of their questions when Gerald stood up on a chair and hit his glass,
"Attention. Thank you. Now since Phoebe and I didn't have a 'formal'
wedding, we've decided to catch up on some traditions we missed out on. Well,
we're already hitched so we can't have any of those 'last chance' parities. But
we can still have a boys and girls night out. Will the men come with me?"
Gerald and Phoebe walked off into adjacent rooms.
The men's room was a
humorous men's paradise, this room was most likely usually the den. It was
filled with arcade games, video systems, junk food, a large-screen television,
etc.
"You guys must be
rich." Gasped Sid.
Gerald laughed, "Not
really, this stuff is all rented and it's going back tomorrow. Although,
Phoeeb's and I are doing great now. Now, who's up for some pizza?"
All the girls went into
the adjacent room, which was filled with junk food as well, videos, soft
chairs, etc. Helga didn't have the chance to take it all in, she looked at
Phoebe, she sighed and then passed out.
When Helga woke up she
was on a pile of pillows in…the bathroom. She saw Phoebe at the sink washing
her hands. She turned around and sat next to Helga. Phoebe was flabbergasted.
She knew exactly what was going on. Now the problem was, what to say.
Silence.
Phoebe just looked
straight ahead, so at least she wouldn't have to hurt Helga even more with
embarrassing eye contact.
"You still love him
don't you?"
