Hello all my adoring subjects! (Waves *elbow elbow wrist wrist* people
throw rotten vegetables and I duck) I know it's been a long time, but I
went up north over winter break and there was no computer.
Arnold was sitting on a bench, staring at the water when Phoebe got to the park.
"Hey Arnold."
"Oh, hey Phoebe. So what did you figure out?"
"Well Arnold, I compiled a database of information and going through it, I concluded that Big Bob and his family are in danger from one of his competitors, so they were put in the witness protection program."
"Okay. So what do we do?"
"What do you mean what do we do? Arnold, there's nothing we can do. She lives 45 minutes away under the security of federal agents."
"Phoebe! Please. I need this. I need her. I've never been in love before. It's like finally finding what you've been loosing for after years of searching. Or the missing piece to a puzzle. Please." Phoebe was torn. She knew she would be putting Helga in danger if she did this, but she and Arnold would finally be together like the universe had intended.
"Fine Arnold. But you're going to have to make some real sacrifices."
"Anything." Phoebe was shocked that he cared so much for her.
"But you don't have to d it alone. I'm her best friend. She'll need me. So, if you realy want to, we are going to switch schools. We'll go to hers. My parents will agree because they believe friendship is quite important. If you're grandparents don't have too many scruples, I should be able to get us registered by this coming Tuesday,"
"Really? That's all we have to do? Switch schools? That's simple."
"Arnold, you are so naive. You will have to leave all your friends, start over, all for the love of one girl. Do you really think you can do it?"
"I have to. I'll die if I don't."
"Then get ready for the ride of your life."
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"Here's your class Helga. Calculus, Mrs. Henderson, room 204. "
"Thanks Will."
"No problem." Helga took a deep breath as she stepped into her fifth class of the day. The day had been long, telling everyone about herself in every class. She hated this. She wanted to be back with her old friends, with Phoebe, with Arnold. She had tried to shove him to the back of her mind, but she kept thinking about that night. Why hadn't he said anything? Was she so unlikable? Helga knew what she had done wasn't like her, but she had needed someone, and he was there.
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Arnold walked into the boarding house after a long day of school, dreading what he would have to tell his grandparents.
"Hey short man!" Arnold was now at least four inches taller than his grandpa.
"Hi grandpa." Phil noticed his grandson's spirits were low, and said,
"What's wrong Arnold? Too many raspberries?"
"No, I just have something to tell you."
"You're not pregnant are you?"
"Grandpa! This is serious!"
"Alright. Come on into the kitchen and we can talk it over with your grandma." They walked to the kitchen were Gertie was cooking something that Arnold guessed had gone bad back in '82.
"Hello Kimba."
"Hi Grandma."
"Arnold's got something to tell us Pookie."
"Is it Eleanor again Kimba?" Arnold had never figured who his grandmother was refering to when she talked about Eleanor.
"Well, see it's really complicated. You guy's know Helga right?"
"The ugly girl?"
"Grandpa! She's not ugly. She's beautiful, and she has this air about her, and her hair just shimmers when it falls around her shoulders, and her eyes are like the color of-" Arnold shook himself from his thoughts in fairyland, blushing.
"Well, anyways, she moved to the other side of the city because of her dad. She doesn't have any friends over there, and Phoebe says she's probably miserable, and, and, and, I love her." He looked at the floor when he said this last part.
"Good for you Arnold! Go get her! Did I ever tell you about the little girl I used to know back in grade school? Come on, I'll show." His grandpa walked off, rambling. Arnold stayed in the kitchen and asked his grandmother what she thought.
"You and Eleanor will be very happy together Kimba. I'll send you a toaster f or the wending, because I think I'm going to be in Africa with the President."
"Thanks Grandma." Arnold went up to his room to call Phoebe.
"Hey Phoebe."
"Hello Arnold, have you talked to your guardians yet?"
"Yeah. They said it was fine, since it was for love. I have this feeling they knew each other in school, so they're trying to make it work for me."
"That's wonderful Arnold. I have us registered in all the same classes as we have now. We can start tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 6:30."
"Oh, God that's early."
"You said you wanted to do this."
"I do. I do."
"I believe you're supposed to wait for the wedding to say that Arnold."
"See you tomorrow Pheebs."
"Alright Arnold."
Arnold was sitting on a bench, staring at the water when Phoebe got to the park.
"Hey Arnold."
"Oh, hey Phoebe. So what did you figure out?"
"Well Arnold, I compiled a database of information and going through it, I concluded that Big Bob and his family are in danger from one of his competitors, so they were put in the witness protection program."
"Okay. So what do we do?"
"What do you mean what do we do? Arnold, there's nothing we can do. She lives 45 minutes away under the security of federal agents."
"Phoebe! Please. I need this. I need her. I've never been in love before. It's like finally finding what you've been loosing for after years of searching. Or the missing piece to a puzzle. Please." Phoebe was torn. She knew she would be putting Helga in danger if she did this, but she and Arnold would finally be together like the universe had intended.
"Fine Arnold. But you're going to have to make some real sacrifices."
"Anything." Phoebe was shocked that he cared so much for her.
"But you don't have to d it alone. I'm her best friend. She'll need me. So, if you realy want to, we are going to switch schools. We'll go to hers. My parents will agree because they believe friendship is quite important. If you're grandparents don't have too many scruples, I should be able to get us registered by this coming Tuesday,"
"Really? That's all we have to do? Switch schools? That's simple."
"Arnold, you are so naive. You will have to leave all your friends, start over, all for the love of one girl. Do you really think you can do it?"
"I have to. I'll die if I don't."
"Then get ready for the ride of your life."
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"Here's your class Helga. Calculus, Mrs. Henderson, room 204. "
"Thanks Will."
"No problem." Helga took a deep breath as she stepped into her fifth class of the day. The day had been long, telling everyone about herself in every class. She hated this. She wanted to be back with her old friends, with Phoebe, with Arnold. She had tried to shove him to the back of her mind, but she kept thinking about that night. Why hadn't he said anything? Was she so unlikable? Helga knew what she had done wasn't like her, but she had needed someone, and he was there.
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Arnold walked into the boarding house after a long day of school, dreading what he would have to tell his grandparents.
"Hey short man!" Arnold was now at least four inches taller than his grandpa.
"Hi grandpa." Phil noticed his grandson's spirits were low, and said,
"What's wrong Arnold? Too many raspberries?"
"No, I just have something to tell you."
"You're not pregnant are you?"
"Grandpa! This is serious!"
"Alright. Come on into the kitchen and we can talk it over with your grandma." They walked to the kitchen were Gertie was cooking something that Arnold guessed had gone bad back in '82.
"Hello Kimba."
"Hi Grandma."
"Arnold's got something to tell us Pookie."
"Is it Eleanor again Kimba?" Arnold had never figured who his grandmother was refering to when she talked about Eleanor.
"Well, see it's really complicated. You guy's know Helga right?"
"The ugly girl?"
"Grandpa! She's not ugly. She's beautiful, and she has this air about her, and her hair just shimmers when it falls around her shoulders, and her eyes are like the color of-" Arnold shook himself from his thoughts in fairyland, blushing.
"Well, anyways, she moved to the other side of the city because of her dad. She doesn't have any friends over there, and Phoebe says she's probably miserable, and, and, and, I love her." He looked at the floor when he said this last part.
"Good for you Arnold! Go get her! Did I ever tell you about the little girl I used to know back in grade school? Come on, I'll show." His grandpa walked off, rambling. Arnold stayed in the kitchen and asked his grandmother what she thought.
"You and Eleanor will be very happy together Kimba. I'll send you a toaster f or the wending, because I think I'm going to be in Africa with the President."
"Thanks Grandma." Arnold went up to his room to call Phoebe.
"Hey Phoebe."
"Hello Arnold, have you talked to your guardians yet?"
"Yeah. They said it was fine, since it was for love. I have this feeling they knew each other in school, so they're trying to make it work for me."
"That's wonderful Arnold. I have us registered in all the same classes as we have now. We can start tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 6:30."
"Oh, God that's early."
"You said you wanted to do this."
"I do. I do."
"I believe you're supposed to wait for the wedding to say that Arnold."
"See you tomorrow Pheebs."
"Alright Arnold."