Lol! Here's Chapter three. I hope you like it.
Chapter 3 - Phoebe's Plan
Phoebe looked at Gerald. "I just don't know Gerald" Phoebe sighed, then a great idea popped in her head. "Wait a minute Gerald, what if me, you and the others went to Arnold's. Maybe we can try to cheer him up, together!"
Helga walked over to there table.
"What are you two talking about? Arnold's such a stupid football head. Let him ponder in his bedroom for once."
Phoebe stood up. "No Helga, Arnold doesn't feel good. I mean, isn't it right that once in his live he can blow it?"
Helga grinned. "As long as he blows it kindly and It doesn't smell."
"Well, smell or not smell we need to help him." Phoebe said.
Meanwhile in Arnold's room, Arnold was pacing around his room unsure of what to do next. He walked downstairs and saw his Grandpa talking with Oscar.
"And so I didn't beet my money on the bob tail nag."
"Yes you did Oscar and your gonna pay for every cent." Oscar ran out of the kitchen as Arnold came in.
"Oh hi Arnold." Arnold's grandpa began. "So I here shortman's playing hooky today." Grandpa smiled.
"No, of coarse not. It's just, have you ever pasted gas in class." Arnold asked.
"Oh no Arnold, I since another problem, what is it?"
"It's not a problem." Arnold said.
"Oh I get was you mean, but don't get to carried away with it Arnold."
Arnold bulged. "No Grandpa, I didn't mean It like that!" Arnold shook his head.
"I remember when I was your age."
"Uh Grandpa" Arnold started. "Is this gonna be along story cause I really don't feel up to it?"
"Of coarse, now, in the beginning, I was a normal child, always dressed myself and ate my meal, but one day, I went to school, and I was so full of gas that you would not believe it. I was passing it all day long. Now of coarse my friend sitting next to me didn't want to question what I ate for dinner last night, and sure I lost the girl I liked, but it was still fun when it got out of me."
Arnold looked at his elder weirdly. "Uh, catch you later grandpa."
Arnold went out the front door and finally found something to do. Stay away from his grandpa. Arnold looked down the street and saw Phoebe walking down with Gerald and Helga. When Phoebe approached him, Arnold sat down on his stoop and looked at her weirdly.
"What now Phoebe?" He asked in a pleading way.
"You have just got to come back to school Arnold, the whole class misses you, and we can't think of anything but you." Phoebe sighed talking to Arnold. Arnold just crossed his arms a bit red because Gerald and Helga were with her.
"Come on Arnold." Gerald said walking up to him. "Now you know that wasn't the worst one you let in the world."
"What do you mean?" Arnold shivered.
"Remember when you told me about you meeting Helga at the beach and being with her all summer?"
Helga looked at Arnold then at Gerald and backed away. "I don't want to hear any more of the story Gerald." She said.
Arnold blushed. "Me nether" He paused. "Phoebe, why are you doing this?"
"I want to make you feel better."
Arnold sighed. "Well, your making me feel worst." Helga sighed at Arnold and turned to look at Phoebe slyly.
"Let me handle this Phoebs, so you let one rip in class and your upset, it's not like it's the end of the world."
"Yeah Arnold," Gerald began. "You've farted in school plenty of other times. Like the time where you liked Ruth and you were trying to get near her, or the time where you were talking about pigeon man and Helga asked if he smelled, when you were in the food contest and you got to full at the end and don't think I didn't notice the time you were playing Romeo, and poor Phoebe, it wasn't her problem there, no." Gerald turned to Phoebe and she blushed. "it was yours. So, in conclusion, you've fart alot more then you think Arnold, and as your best friend, I would have to say that you lower down on beans."
"Thanks Gerald, but I have to say after all I've heard from you, that I would like you to leave." Arnold said very emotionless.
"But Arnold." Gerald said.
"Out!!!" Arnold yelled getting up about to hit Gerald in the head.
"Im out Im out!" Gerald yelled running home.
Helga looked at Arnold and bulged. "Did you really do that Arnold" Arnold blushed a little, but managed to speak.
"Now Helga, I don't think that's any of your business." Arnold smiled.
"Well, If you did or not you did, you've still got to come back to school soon." Phoebe looked at Arnold in a pleading way. "Oh come on Arnold, you can't stay off of school forever."
"Sure I can, and I'm thinking that's the best thing to do."
Phoebe sighed. "No, that's the worst thing to do. You'll fail!"
Arnold smiled. "And the class doesn't have to see me again, good plan Phoebe."
"Arnold," Phoebe started. "You have been acting very strange today."
"What's wrong with that." He asked.
Phoebe looked at Helga and shook her head. "Why do I even try" She said.
" I don't know, why?" Arnold asked.
Phoebe shook her head and followed Gerald down the street.
Helga looked at Arnold's sad expression and walked up closer to him.
"So," She started, getting closer to him. "I guess it's just you and me." Arnold sighed.
"Yeah, just make fun of me like you normally do right?" Arnold paused. "Look Helga, it's getting a little late. It's five and I've got to go in. If Im back tomorrow in school, you can tease me there." Arnold walked in his house sadly.
Helga took one last look at Arnold and ran around to the right side of his house and started reciting poetry, but unknown to her, Arnold heard her.
"Helga?" He started. "Is that you?" He smiled.
Her voice sounded like music to him. He followed the sound and found Helga talking to herself around the right side of the house. Though he knew that it was weird, he didn't want to miss this moment to see Helga's nicer side. So he listened.
"Oh Arnold, my poor benevilis boy,
the one whom so keeps me in joy.
The one who sits by Gerald in class,
the one whom I've never thought would pass.
The one who came to earegarted,
when the class found out he farted."
Arnold bulged still listening to Helga's poem. Not thinking about words of like, but words of hate. Helga put her locket away and walked away, hoping Arnold would be back in school soon. Arnold stared at Helga hoping to take off some more. He ran in the house and heard his grandpa still telling his childhood story. Depressed and sad, Arnold when in his room to go to bed even though It was only fifteen minutes passed five.