~*Part Two*~

~* 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*~