Chapter 2 - Phoebe goes to Arnold's House

When Phoebe got to Arnold's, she knocked peacefully on the door until Arnold's grandpa answered it.

"Hi" He said "who are you?"

"Phoebe sir, Im a close friend of Arnold's from school."

"Never heard of ya." Grandpa walked up to Arnold's room with Phoebe following close behind. "Arnold!" He called. "Your friend from school Phoebe's here"

Arnold moaned deeply, this wasn't the kind of night he wanted to have chitchat with a friend whom he didn't talk to alot.

"Come in" He sighed.

Phoebe walked in and saw Arnold, laying in bed, with a thermometer in his mouth.

"Arnold, what are you doing!" She shouted. "Shouldn't you be up playing with your friends, instead of laying in bed all disgruntled"

Arnold sighed "After this incident, do you know if I even have one."

Phoebe sat down next to Arnold and took the thermometer out of his mouth and threw it across the room.

"Arnold," She said softly. "don't be so upset over such a small problem, look on the brighter side of things"

"Like what?" He moaned. "Helga's no longer teasing me because she's afraid?"

"No" Phoebe started. "Like no one got hurt."

"Sure someone did" Arnold said.

Phoebe sighed. "Ok, but you shouldn't lay in bed Arnold."

"But, what could I..." But Arnold was interrupted by a ring from the phone in his room. Phoebe walked over to the phone and casually answered it.

"Hello" She said.

"Oh hey Phoebe" Somebody on the other line said. "Is Arnold there"

"Sure Gerald, hold on." Phoebe walked over and handed the phone to Arnold.

"Hello" He said nervously. "Oh, Hey Gerald, yeah, I remember." He said, then blushed. "Uh, Gerald?" Arnold face became redder.

Arnold gave the phone to Phoebe. He was now blushing as red as an apple. Phoebe snatched the phone away from Arnold quickly and scowled into it, though her voice became soft.

"What did you say to him?" She managed. "Ok, sure Gerald."

Now, it was Phoebe's turn to blush. Arnold looked at Phoebe a bit confused as she hung up the phone.

"What did he say to you?" Arnold asked.

Phoebe blushed. "Could it have actually been what he said to you."

Arnold rested his head on his pillow as Phoebe walked around Arnold's room still in circles.

 The next day at school, Mr. Simmon's was taking attendance and read a note aloud to the class.

"Boys and girl, excuse me, quiet for a moment please. I got a note from Arnold's grandparents this morning and it seem Arnold won't be in school today because of personal reason."

The class stared at Mr. Simmon's in an unmeaningful way and went on with there conversations. Gerald walked up to Phoebe.

"Get any news about Arnold?"

"No, not really. I didn't think it would affect him this much though. It was just a little incident."

"Little?" Gerald mimicked. "Then why did it smell so bad"

"Gerald," Phoebe scowled. "Your not helping."

"Ok. Phoebe. But you have to admit. There still airing out the gym because of that 'little' incident." Gerald started laughing and Phoebe just sighed.

"Yeah, I guess so" She said, not wanting to disagree with her crush.

"Class!" Mr. Simmon's yelled still trying to get there attention. "Please just listen to me!" At his loud yelling, the class finally turned to look at him. He continued "Class, maybe you'll pay more attention if we work in the library. Helga, could you get in front of the line and fart us out in the hall?"

"Uh, Mr. Simmon's, I don't think I want to do that.

"Oh, I mean start us out in the hall"

"Ooh, I'll do that." Helga smiled and opened the door.

Gerald smiled "I guess he's still thinking of the incident with Arnold yesterday as well."

"I guess" Phoebe sighed and raised her hand.

"Yes Phoebe?" Mr. Simmon"s said.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" She asked.

"Sure Phoebe," He said "Now class, grab a seat in the Library"

Meanwhile, Phoebe walked in the bathroom and climbed out the window in search of Arnold to try and talk to him.


She walked down the street until she saw Arnold house. The door was opened so she just walked in. She walked up to Arnold room and knocked on the door hearing something from his room that sounded familiar. Arnold slowly opened the door and Abner ran out squealing and knocking Phoebe over. Phoebe quietly got up and asked Arnold what was wrong with Abner. Arnold looked at Phoebe and blushed deeply and lead her out in the kitchen. Phoebe couldn't help wondering what Arnold was hiding. Arnold sat down across from Phoebe on the left side of the table, as Phoebe sat on the right.
"Arnold" Phoebe started. "Why didn't you come to school today."

"I haven't been feeling good." Arnold kind of lied.

Phoebe walked over and sat closer to Arnold "Are you still upset because of that little incident yesterday?" she said

"A little" Arnold imitated hiding his face.

"I can't believe your so sensitive." Phoebe smiled Arnold winced back at her embarrassed.

"Remember when you helped me when I had the same problem and cheered me on?" Phoebe smiled walking closer to Arnold.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to, heck I'd ratter play baseball than hang with you."

"Arnold" Phoebe gasped now backing away. "That's terrible! That fart when to your head."

Arnold rolled his eyes "Really, and I thought it went all around the auditorium."

Phoebe sneered. "Gee, you sure are smart today."

"Well, I don't know about that, but I don't feel as bloated."

"Then why won't you come back?"

"Are you sure they won't give me detention?"

"Positive" She smiled.

"Then I'll come back in a month." Arnold said.

"Then you'll get suspended." She replied

Arnold smiled "Ooh that sounds like fun."

"Arnold" Phoebe started. "Why don't you want to come back to school?"

"Cause I had an accident." Arnold replied all sweet and innocent.

"Arnold, will you make since!?!" Phoebe yelled. Arnold stood up from his seat.

"Im too embarrassed, Phoebe, think about it, how long do you think I'll last since I passed gas around the class?"

"Why do you ask?" She smiled.

"I've been harassed" He said.

She sighed "I guess nothing's going to get you out of this house." She said upset.

"A fire will." He replied.

"I give up!" Phoebe yelled all mad and walked out of Arnold house slamming the door.

Eventually, Phoebe made her way back to school in time for lunch. She got her lunch and sat by Gerald at the lunch table.

"Man Phoebe, these sweetfarts are good, mmm mm."

"Um Gerald." Phoebe started. "Don't you mean 'sweettarts'?"

"Huh, Oh yeah" Gerald said eating his last one. "So, where have you been." Gerald asked Phoebe.

"Doing nothing different." She said.

"But locking yourself up in the bathroom for an hour?" He replied.

"Well," Phoebe started. "Sometimes I take longer than usual."

"Well that was long enough" Gerald said.

Meanwhile, at the lunch table next to them.

Sticky sighed. "I reckon I'll fail, the last part of our project is due on Monday. Sid looked at Sticky and panicked.

"Boy howdy, I completely forgot, how am I going to finish the last fart that soon? It gonna take longer then Monday!" Sticky stared.

"I reckon you meant part Sid."

"Oh yeah right." Sid said calmly.