~* To all those
readers who are grumbling for the second part . . . here it is! See I'm a good
girl . . . weeell most of the time anywayz
–Risma*~
Pink Ribbon
~*Part Two: Oh Yeah?!*~
Helga: No foot-ball
head. I happen to be wearing pink and a bow in my blonde hair? Think about it
Sherlock?
Arnold: Oh. Okay
then. Never mind everyone.
Everyone goes
back to their noisy selves.
Mr Simmons: I
thought you could get the class' attention to the front of the room?
Gerald: We did.
Thanks sir.
Mr Simmons: Oh
dear.
After school –
Gerald and
Arnold walk to Gerald's place. Arnold waits outside while his friend gets what
he needs. Gerald comes out.
Gerald: I'm going
to regret this. But maybe this'll help. Whoever wrote the note is bound to know
about Cecile.
Arnold: You really
want to go through the year book again?
Gerald: Whatever it
takes man. This time we'll do everyone's writing against the note. Not just
Ruth's right?
Arnold: Right.
They sit on the
steps and open the book. Helga is watching from an alley waiting to see that
her plan works.
Two hours later
–
Gerald: We've
looked at everyone's writing including Helga's and no match.
Arnold: Maybe
something will turn up tomorrow. Anyway it's getting dark. I'd better get home.
See ya Gerald.
Gerald: Yeah man.
They do their
thumb wiggle and Arnold walks off. Helga peers around the corner. She heard
everything.
Helga: Yes! This
proves that no one knows who I'm pretending to be. And copying Olga's writing
was a stroke of genius. But soon I wont have to pretend and Arnold will see the
real me and realise my true feelings….
Brainy: *Wheeze.*
*Wheeze.* THUD!
Helga: (Time for
phase two).
She turns back
down the alley and goes home.
Next morning –
Arnold walks
slowly down the stairs for breakfast. When he sees an envelope under the front
door. He picks it up, opens it and reads.
Arnold: "Meet
me outside Chez Pierre on the 14th at 7:30pm. I will be there I
promise. Signed Owner of red shoe."
Arnold walks
into the kitchen
Grandpa: Good
mornin' short man. Hey what's this?
Grandpa gets a
look at the letter.
Grandpa: Wweelll. A
letter…. But I'm not so sure about this "red shoe" character. What
are you going to do Arnold?
Arnold: I don't
know Grandpa. Got any advice?
Grandpa: Yes siree!
Never eat raspberries. Excuse me, gotta go.
Grandpa runs to
his "office". Grandma flops some pancakes on Arnold's plate.
Grandma: Eat up
Tex. You'll need your strength at the cattle ranch today.
Arnold: Thanks
Grandma.
Arnold eats
slowly, thinking.
Arnold: (Maybe
Gerald will know what to do.) Yeah.
Outside Helga
waits across the road to see if her beloved gets the letter.
Helga: Arnold,
sweet sweet Arnold, I hope one day you'll realise it is me who cares for you.
Me who worships you. Me who loves, yes loves you.
She's quiet for
a while. Looking around.
Helga: Where's
Brainy?
Helga walks
around the block looking for Brainy. Arnold opens his front door, moves out of
the way for Abner and the cats, then runs to Gerald's. When WHAM! He collides with Helga.
Arnold: (Oh great
just what I need.) Sorry Helga.
Helga: So you
should be foot-ball head! Hey what's this?
She snatches the
letter from Arnold's hands.
Arnold: Give that
back!
Helga: Ooooo. A
love letter. "Owner of red shoe?" What kind of name is that?
She drops the
letter at Arnold's feet without a care in the world. She walks off, shouting
behind her.
Helga: That girl
has got to be blind to like a foot-ball head like you! Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Arnold: (Grrr. That
Helga Pataki!) Oh well.
Arnold picks up
the letter, puts it in his pocket and runs to Gerald's place.
Gerald: Hey Arnold!
You look like you got up on the right side of the bed today. Any news
about her?
Arnold: Well she
left a letter under my front door. I'm supposed to meet her on Valentines Day.
But I don't know what to say?
Gerald: Most
conversations start off with "hello."
Arnold: Ha. Ha.
Gerald. Very funny.
Gerald: Okay then,
how's this….ASK ABOUT HER NAME!! Make next year a little easier on all of us.
Arnold: Gerald, I
was planning on asking that. You aren't much help today.
Gerald: Yeah, I
know. I was going to ask Phoebe to the movies. But I dunno…
Arnold: So we're
both stuck huh?
Gerald: Yep.
At recess –
Phoebe is in the
library reading when Gerald walks in.
Gerald: Hi there
stranger. Fancy meeting you here.
Phoebe blushes
Phoebe: Hello
Gerald. What can I do for you?
Gerald: You could
tell me what you're reading.
Phoebe looks at
the magazine, blushes then pushes it towards Gerald as he sits down.
Gerald: "10
ways for shy people to be confident." Hey maybe I should read this after
what happened yesterday.
Gerald chuckles.
Phoebe giggles, blushes then looks at the table.
Gerald: (Well here
goes nothing.) Hey Phoebe you want ……..
After school –
Some of the kids
are paying baseball. Eugene is doing his usual cheer from his wheelchair.
Arnold's at the plate. Harold is pitching and Helga of course was catcher.
Harold:
Heeellllloooooo Arrrrnold. You ready to play Arrrrnold.
Helga: Just pitch
will ya, Pink Boy!
Harold pitches
and Arnold doesn't swing.
Helga: MOVE IN!
THIS GUY CAN'T HIT!!
Everyone moves
in a few metres. Harold throws again and again Arnold doesn't swing.
Helga: Are you going
to swing that bat or just hold it? Criminy foot-ball head do you even know what
that's for?
Arnold can't
take it anymore.
Arnold: Helga
what's your problem?!
Everyone stares
in shock at Arnold including Helga.
Arnold: Why are you
constantly picking on me? What did I ever do to you? Well! I do want an
answer!!
~*End of Part Two*~
