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~*Part Three: What Am I? Salami?*~
Helga recovers and she stands up and
glares down at Arnold.
Helga: You want to know what my problem is?
She goes red in the face with anger and
humiliation.
Helga: My problem, foot-ball head is YOU!!
She throws her catcher's mask on the
ground and storms off, kicking trash cans as she goes.
Gerald: Man, now you're dead.
Arnold: (Great.) I should go and apologise to
her. I shouldn't have yelled.
Gerald: Maybe, just maybe you could do that.
Then she may not pound you as hard.
Arnold: Thanks Gerald for the confidence
boost.
Gerald: You're welcome my man. Hey I know,
you could come to the movies with Phoebe and me tonight at 6:30. Maybe you
could relax seeing that Helga won't be there.
Arnold: Okay. See ya there.
He walks off in the same direction as
Helga, though slower and not as violently.
Harold: Bring on the next batter. And you!
Harold points to Curly.
Harold: You're catcher.
Gerald watches his friend's outline get
smaller as he walked away.
Gerald: Man, that kid has problems.
At the park –
Helga: You're dead foot-ball head.
We'd better not meet too soon, or you won't live to regret it. (How can I bash
up the one I love?) Very easily.
Phoebe walks over to the bench where Helga
is sitting.
Phoebe: Helga . . .
Helga: WHAT?!
Helga turns around.
Helga: Oh it's you.
Phoebe: Helga what's wrong?
Helga: Nothing.
Phoebe: Could this have something to so with
Arnold?
Helga looks startled. Then she grinds her
fists.
Helga: Yeah. And I'm going to bash him
senseless.
Phoebe: You sure you want to do that?
Helga: And why not?
She glares at Phoebe.
Phoebe: Oh nothing.
They sit silently for a while.
Phoebe: Maybe . . . you could come with
Gerald and me to the movies.
Helga: You and Geraldo?! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! That's a good one Pheebs. Yeah alright what
time? Ha! Ha!
Phoebe, being quite serious, tells her.
Helga: Thanks for giving me a good laugh
Pheebs. See ya tonight. Phoebe and Geraldo. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! (They are so lucky. Pity I'm not.)
At the movies –
Arnold: What's taking Phoebe?
Gerald: She needed to ask permission. She'll
be here. See there she is.
Phoebe comes across the road to the boys.
Gerald: Who's that with her though?
Gerald sees who it is. At the same time
Phoebe sees Arnold.
Phoebe and Gerald: Oh GOD!
Arnold: It's HELGA!!
Arnold starts to run.
Helga: YOU'RE DEAD FOOT-BALL HEAD!!!!!
Helga charges at him and tackles Arnold
from behind. She turns him over and lifts her fist.
Helga: Try to think of one good
reason for me not to slog you into next week.
Arnold is shaking with fear.
Arnold: Um…um….um. Because I'm sorry. Heh.
Helga: What kind of lame excuse is that? You
humiliated me in front of practically the whole city, and that's all you came
up with? Grrrrr.
Arnold shuts his eyes waiting for the
pain. Helga's fist comes close to his face then she stops. Arnold opens one eye
then the other. Helga stands up.
Helga: You aren't even worth my time bucko!
Arnold breathes with relief. Helga pays
for her ticket then waits inside for them.
After the movie –
Arnold: Wow! I know Lila would like that one.
Helga: (What would she know about humour?)
Arnold: And those special effects. Lila would
be amazed.
Helga turns around and points at Arnold.
Helga: (Grrrr) If you're soooo keen on her,
why not ask her out nimrod?
She sneers at him.
Helga: Oh yes, that's right. She only
"likes you" not "likes you likes you."
Arnold starts to get irritated.
Helga: I bet she even dis-likes you
"ever so much." Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Arnold's now steaming with anger. Gerald
notices this and grabs Phoebe's hand and pulls her back.
Gerald: I suggest we stand back. Arnold's
gonna blow.
Arnold: Why are you picking on her anyway?
Are you jealous?
Helga is startled but not for long.
Helga: (How does he know…?) Why would I be
jealous of Ms Perfect?
Arnold: Because she's nicer,
Gerald: Kinder,
Arnold: And sweeter than you.
Helga realising this has nothing to do
with her crush, relaxes.
Helga: Your point?
Arnold waves his hands in the air with
annoyance.
Arnold: You figure it out! 'Night Gerald.
'Night Phoebe.
Arnold glares at Helga and walks off home.
Gerald: C'mon Phoebe, I'll walk you home.
Phoebe: Ah….okay.
Then she looks at Helga, who's sitting in
the gutter.
Phoebe: Um…Helga?
Helga: Go! I'm fine.
Phoebe walks with Gerald.
Helga: (Except I'm falling apart inside. Oh
Arnold. I'm sorry for almost killing you. I'll make it up to you I promise.)
Next day –
Mr Simmons asked the class to get into
groups and make posters. Each poster was to have something about Valentines Day
and they'd all be put up on the wall.
Helga: We need some scissors.
She looks around and sees a pair with
Arnold's group.
Helga: Oh great, they're at foot-ball head's
table.
Helga walks over. And pushes Arnold out of
the way.
Helga: Move it bucko!
Arnold: Alright Helga! You could just ask
me to move you know?
Helga: Whatever makes you……..
Curly jumps on the table. He has toilet
paper wrapped around his waist.
Curly: I am CUPID!!! Hear me roar!
He stamps his foot down on a tube of blue
glitter glue. And it goes all over Helga's dress and hands.
Curly: Ooops.
Helga looks up at Curly. Everyone moves
away from her. Her face is red, fists are balled and she's shaking with anger.
Helga: Oh no you're not cupid. You
are…..DEAD!!!!!
She knocks the table over with Curly still
standing on it. Now Curly is on the ground.
Curly: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! HHHEEEELLLPPP
MMMMEEEE!!!!!!
Everyone laughs as Helga runs after Curly,
except for Arnold who feels sorry for the guy. Finally she caught him and wound
sticky tape around him and a chair.
Rhonda: That'll hold him for a while.
Helga storms off to wash the glitter glue
off her.
Sid: She sure looks mad. I'd hate to be the
one with the death wish on my head.
Arnold and Gerald glance at each other.
Arnold: I'd better go and….
Gerald: You're a bold kid Arnold. A bold kid.
They do their thumb wiggle, and Arnold
walks off to find Helga. Helga's in the girls toilet trying hard to get rid of
the glue. Arnold waits outside. He can hear her talking.
Helga: That foot-ball head is such a dimwit!
And what's so great about Lila anyway? So she's perfect. What am I the
opposite?
Helga thinks while staring in the mirror.
Helga: They're right. I am hateful, mean and
lousy.
Arnold: (Why did I say that?)
Silence for a while. Arnold looks around
and then walks into the toilets.
Helga: AAAHHH!!! What are you doing in here?
Get out!!
She pushes Arnold out the door.
Arnold: I'm…..sorry Helga.
Helga: Sorry? Sorry for what?
Arnold: For making you feel rotten.
Helga: Huh?! (What's he on about?)
Arnold: For yelling at you last night. I
shouldn't have done that.
Helga: (Oh yeah. That's right.) Yeah,
whatever. Get lost before I change my mind about thumping you right here.
Arnold gives her his half smile.
Arnold: So you'll be okay?
Helga: (I just love his smile) I'm hateful,
mean and lousy. Of course I'm alright!! Doi!
Arnold: Just checking.
Arnold walks back to the classroom. Helga
makes sure no one's around. She leans against the lockers then it's out with
the locket.
Helga: Arnold, oh Arnold. Your sympathy heals
my internal wounds. But I can't compete against Lila as Helga. Maybe as Cecile
I can. Then it'll be just you and me.
Brainy: *Wheeze.* *Wheeze.* *Wheeze.* THUD!
Helga leaves him there and glides back to
class dreamily.
That afternoon. Pataki Residence –
Helga's is looking for the dress she wore
the last time she and Arnold first went out.
Helga: Great. Just when I need it, I can't
find it.
She throws all her clothes on the floor in
a frenzy search.
Helga: So where the heck is it?! I've checked
everywhere….Olga's room!
She runs down the hall to her sister's
room and looks in the wardrobe.
Helga: Criminy! What's it doing in here? Well
at least I found it.
She puts it on.
Helga: Thank God it still fits. Pity I can't
get rid of that glitter. Oh well. Now where's that shoe?
She runs back to her room, and finds one,
red shoe under her bed.
Helga: I hope he brings the other one. Going
in bare feet feels weird.
That afternoon. Sunset's Arms
At Arnold's place, things are going a lot
smoother. He's squeaky clean and wearing a suit but still he's worried.
Arnold: Grandpa have you seen my tie?
Arnold walks downstairs looking for Phil
and the tie. His Grandpa is in the "office".
Grandpa: No, short man maybe Pooky has it.
So he looks for his Grandma, when he sees
Abner with something in his mouth.
Arnold: Abner, come here boy.
Abner walks back slowly.
Arnold: C'mon Abner, hand it over. I'll give
you…..some food!
Abner drops the tie, sits up and begs for
his reward.
Arnold: Here! Good boy.
Arnold throws his pig some scraps from
dinner.
Arnold: Just need the shoe and I'm outta
here.
He races upstairs to get the shoe out of
his wardrobe. Checks the time and walks to Chez Pierre.
7:30pm at
Chez Pierre -
Helga waits across the street from the
restaurant. If things didn't go according to plan she could back out right now.
Soon Arnold turns up, he sits on the bench under the street light with one
shoe.
Helga: (C'mon Helga get with the program.)
She walks slowly across the street in bare
feet, holding her other shoe.
Helga: Uh…. Hello Arnold.
Arnold: So you came…uh …..here this is yours.
He hands her the shoe. She sits down next
to him and puts them on.
Arnold: Um…Cecile?
Helga: No. I have to tell you the truth. My
name really is….(Should I say it? I have to tell him sometime.) Hel…Hel….(C'mon
Helga say it!)….it's Helen. (Open mouth, insert foot!)
Arnold: Helen….hmm. Suits you. You want to
walk in the park?
Helga/Helen: (No! I want to sit here in you
arms.) Yeah. I'd love to.
They walk slowly to the park. Arnold tries
to start a conversation.
Arnold: So…you live around here?
Helga/Helen: Yes. Fairly close actually.
She looks at him. He stares at the ground
as they walk.
Helga/Helen: Is there something wrong?
Arnold: No…well…yes. I'm worried about this
….girl.
Helga/Helen: (I bet he means Lila) Oh. Who?
Arnold: Helga Pataki.
~*End of Part Three*~
~* I know, I know I'm evil leaving you
suspended like this. But no worries next part will be up reeeeally soon. Promise
-R *~
