W=wheeze
Brainy had finally cornered her. It was the moment of truth. "So," began Gloria, "You're Brainy, the wheezing one." She was beautiful… beautiful because she reminded him of Helga. But why? "Uh, yeah." She smiled at him. "What do you want to know?" He choose his words carefully. "Um, who W are you?" "Who am I? That's difficult to answer. But maybe you, yes, you would understand." A pink aura manifested around her. It seemed to breach the very fabric of time and space. "I was created by Helga's subconscious. I represent her latent feminity and sensitivity. I am what she could have been if it were not for her negligent parents and early ridicule from her peers." Brainy pored over this is his mind. She was Helga? No, rather, the potential of Helga. Things began to come together in his mind. But one thing was still amiss. He made it his business to know everything about his rivals for Helga's affections. One of them had been in connection with Gloria for a time. But that liason had fallen through apparently. "W What happened to uh W, Stinky?" She smirked demurely. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" With a flash of various shades of pink, she was gone.
Lila ripped a random stuffed animal in half, scowling with all her hatred. She didn't notice the "Hencho en Mexico" tag lying at her feet. How to deal with Helga? Perhaps catapulting the contents of the lunchroom trashcan onto her… no. Too unoriginal. Locking her in a closet with an armed Curly? No, too difficult to arrange. "Hmph," she said to herself, "If only I weren't such a nice girl… then I'd be able to come up with an oh-so evil plot to ruin her. I'm ever-so certain I don't know what-ever I shall do to get my revenge on that oh-so nasty censored." Then the obvious struck her, much like that baseball that had struck her now-hated enemy only a week or so ago. "It would be just ever-so cruel…" Lila said with mock horror, "If I let it slip that I know Helga's deepest darkest secret…"
Harold Burman was doing some serious soul searching in his room. He was also not eating (very serious soul searching indeed). Chocolate Numnum?* He had offered them so freely… Why not? It was the least he could do after all she had done for him. Actually, the least he could have done was absolutely nothing, but that wouldn't have been very grateful. "Mmm… chocolate numnums…" Harold had a stirring revelation. "I'm hungry!" Mental elbow to chest. "No, this is no time for food. I have to figure this something out." The hug, the words, the numnums… it all formed a pattern. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Note: This sleepover scene is very OoC and cheesy. You have been warned
The girls settled into their sleeping bags. "… and I drew Harold's name. 'Great, I got Harold.' And then the big dope says(in mocking boyish voice) 'Com'n Rhonda, you know you like me.'" She stopped when she saw Patty's face go slightly pale. "Something wrong Patty?" "Nothing, it's just, nevermind. Go on." When the fashion queen was done telling her egg story, Patty began to laugh. "Did Harold ever tell you about us?" The Lloyd blinked. "Us? What do you mean?" "We're," Patty said shyly, "Going out." "Oh. That's nice." Rhonda's world shattered. "I'm sure you make a really cute couple." The practiced saccharine that had been drilled into from a life of formality and social conditioning didn't fool her friend for a minute. "Rhonda, you can say it. I won't get mad." "I can't imagine what you're insinuating." she lied. Patty gave her a look that said I'm-getting-tired-of-such-obvious-denial-so-just-come-out-with-it-already. "If you mean to say that I like Harold, and I'm feeling envious of you right now or something… well that's just absurd." The Smith girl sighed. Another lame RWL ramble. "… I mean Harold's an okay boy and everything, but frankly, he's really not my type. I mean we have nothing in common!" "Rhonda…" Too late to stop her now.
"What sense would it make if I secretly harbored emotions for him… it would never work out. I'm Rhonda Wellington Lloyd, the most popular, sophisticated and fashionable girl in the school! And he's Harold Burman, the fat obnoxious bully that giggles like a school girl…" During all this emotional exertion Rhonda had been drawing closer to the fetal position, and was on the verge of tears. "Oh, what's wrong with me Patty? Why do I feel this way about him?? It makes no sense at all." She immediately reprimanded herself. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry Patty!" "It's okay, just calm down…" The black haired girl was near hysteria, too far gone for her friend to reach her. "First I insult your boyfriend, and then I go on and on about my crush on him… please slap me." "What???" Rhonda looked positively fierce. "You heard me! Come on Big Patty, slap some sense into me! Hard!" Patty pinned Rhonda's arms to her side. "You're acting crazy. Take some deep breaths, breathe, good. Do you feel better now?" "A little," sniffed the fourth grader. "But I'm so confused. Why?" "No one can help the way they feel. It'll be okay in the end." Rhonda wanted to believe her, but could see no way for this love triangle to be solved.
In Chapter Three, "One More Question, One Less Answer", Brainy and Helga go to Stinky with some important inquiries. Lila's threat backfires dangerously, far more dangerously than she would ever have predicted. Rhonda is forced to deal with a lunatic and a hat-on-backwards-little-twerp from her past, while Harold makes his true feelings known. Will Patty be able to handle it all? Stay tuned friend, stay tuned.
Brainy had finally cornered her. It was the moment of truth. "So," began Gloria, "You're Brainy, the wheezing one." She was beautiful… beautiful because she reminded him of Helga. But why? "Uh, yeah." She smiled at him. "What do you want to know?" He choose his words carefully. "Um, who W are you?" "Who am I? That's difficult to answer. But maybe you, yes, you would understand." A pink aura manifested around her. It seemed to breach the very fabric of time and space. "I was created by Helga's subconscious. I represent her latent feminity and sensitivity. I am what she could have been if it were not for her negligent parents and early ridicule from her peers." Brainy pored over this is his mind. She was Helga? No, rather, the potential of Helga. Things began to come together in his mind. But one thing was still amiss. He made it his business to know everything about his rivals for Helga's affections. One of them had been in connection with Gloria for a time. But that liason had fallen through apparently. "W What happened to uh W, Stinky?" She smirked demurely. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" With a flash of various shades of pink, she was gone.
Lila ripped a random stuffed animal in half, scowling with all her hatred. She didn't notice the "Hencho en Mexico" tag lying at her feet. How to deal with Helga? Perhaps catapulting the contents of the lunchroom trashcan onto her… no. Too unoriginal. Locking her in a closet with an armed Curly? No, too difficult to arrange. "Hmph," she said to herself, "If only I weren't such a nice girl… then I'd be able to come up with an oh-so evil plot to ruin her. I'm ever-so certain I don't know what-ever I shall do to get my revenge on that oh-so nasty censored." Then the obvious struck her, much like that baseball that had struck her now-hated enemy only a week or so ago. "It would be just ever-so cruel…" Lila said with mock horror, "If I let it slip that I know Helga's deepest darkest secret…"
Harold Burman was doing some serious soul searching in his room. He was also not eating (very serious soul searching indeed). Chocolate Numnum?* He had offered them so freely… Why not? It was the least he could do after all she had done for him. Actually, the least he could have done was absolutely nothing, but that wouldn't have been very grateful. "Mmm… chocolate numnums…" Harold had a stirring revelation. "I'm hungry!" Mental elbow to chest. "No, this is no time for food. I have to figure this something out." The hug, the words, the numnums… it all formed a pattern. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Note: This sleepover scene is very OoC and cheesy. You have been warned
The girls settled into their sleeping bags. "… and I drew Harold's name. 'Great, I got Harold.' And then the big dope says(in mocking boyish voice) 'Com'n Rhonda, you know you like me.'" She stopped when she saw Patty's face go slightly pale. "Something wrong Patty?" "Nothing, it's just, nevermind. Go on." When the fashion queen was done telling her egg story, Patty began to laugh. "Did Harold ever tell you about us?" The Lloyd blinked. "Us? What do you mean?" "We're," Patty said shyly, "Going out." "Oh. That's nice." Rhonda's world shattered. "I'm sure you make a really cute couple." The practiced saccharine that had been drilled into from a life of formality and social conditioning didn't fool her friend for a minute. "Rhonda, you can say it. I won't get mad." "I can't imagine what you're insinuating." she lied. Patty gave her a look that said I'm-getting-tired-of-such-obvious-denial-so-just-come-out-with-it-already. "If you mean to say that I like Harold, and I'm feeling envious of you right now or something… well that's just absurd." The Smith girl sighed. Another lame RWL ramble. "… I mean Harold's an okay boy and everything, but frankly, he's really not my type. I mean we have nothing in common!" "Rhonda…" Too late to stop her now.
"What sense would it make if I secretly harbored emotions for him… it would never work out. I'm Rhonda Wellington Lloyd, the most popular, sophisticated and fashionable girl in the school! And he's Harold Burman, the fat obnoxious bully that giggles like a school girl…" During all this emotional exertion Rhonda had been drawing closer to the fetal position, and was on the verge of tears. "Oh, what's wrong with me Patty? Why do I feel this way about him?? It makes no sense at all." She immediately reprimanded herself. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry Patty!" "It's okay, just calm down…" The black haired girl was near hysteria, too far gone for her friend to reach her. "First I insult your boyfriend, and then I go on and on about my crush on him… please slap me." "What???" Rhonda looked positively fierce. "You heard me! Come on Big Patty, slap some sense into me! Hard!" Patty pinned Rhonda's arms to her side. "You're acting crazy. Take some deep breaths, breathe, good. Do you feel better now?" "A little," sniffed the fourth grader. "But I'm so confused. Why?" "No one can help the way they feel. It'll be okay in the end." Rhonda wanted to believe her, but could see no way for this love triangle to be solved.
In Chapter Three, "One More Question, One Less Answer", Brainy and Helga go to Stinky with some important inquiries. Lila's threat backfires dangerously, far more dangerously than she would ever have predicted. Rhonda is forced to deal with a lunatic and a hat-on-backwards-little-twerp from her past, while Harold makes his true feelings known. Will Patty be able to handle it all? Stay tuned friend, stay tuned.
