A/N:: Gee, thanks for all the reviews...And thank you very much, Starry Nights , I appreciate it. And as I said before, never fear! CHAPTER THREE IS HERE!

Silverkonekotsukari: Nice guess, but she's not dead...yet...

Musicfreakkatie- Well, thank you. I guess it's because I didn't do spell check (uh oh) hahaha. Well, because I am probably a bigger dork, I looked in Johns Hopkin's book of Symptoms and Remedies. I looked up the sickness I diagnosed Helga with, and made her experience a few of the symptoms...oh, you'll see what's happening. You'll see.

Oh yeah, I'm trying to dramatize some parts...you know, not make this fanfiction TOO short. So, if you can...help!

Chapter Four: Surprise!

"Helga, are you OK?" asked Arnold.

Helga nodded and got out of the car with Arnold. "Oh my gosh, the back side of your car hit the tree," exclaimed Helga. The car had swung around and hit the tree after Arnold turned the wheel.

Arnold put his hand on his forehead. "Ugh, this is not happening to me..."

Helga frowned and reached into her purse. "Here, use my cell phone to call for help," she offered.

Arnold took the phone from her hand. "Thanks."

Meanwhile, Helga looked around and noticed that the tree was part of the park. She took off her shoes and walked around in the grass. Her toes have never felt so free in a long time. She skipped around and twirled.

Arnold finished talking on the phone and chuckled to see Helga dancing in the grass. Crazy girl, he thought. Quietly, he sneaked up behind her and pounced on her. They rolled around until Arnold was on top of Helga. "You dance nicely," he winked.

Helga laughed. "Gee thanks. Now can you get off of me?"

Arnold blushed. "Oh yeah, right." He got up and wiped his pants. "It seems like you haven't been in the park in a long time."

Helga sighed. "Yeah, well, I guess ever since we all stopped playing football and baseball here, I just didn't find the time to come." She inhaled the air and smiled. "Though it feels so good just to stand on grass barefooted. Makes me wish I was six again. Or even back in the fourth grade."

"Do you really wish that?"

"Actually, no. I don't. I was such a tom boy and everyone always bugged me about it. Especially Harold and Rhonda," she scowled.

"I'm sorry you felt that way," said Arnold softly.

"It's okay. It wasn't your fault anyway." Suddenly there was one of those "awkward moments". You know, the kinds you have if you stole someone's pencil and they told you and see you with their pencil in your hand. Yeah. That kind of awkward moment.

Arnold looked up. "Well, it's going to be some time until the tow truck comes," said Arnold. "Want to walk around the park?" He put out his arm.

Helga smiled. "Yeah, sure." She linked her arm with his. Together, they walked around the sidewalk of the park. They looked at all the kids playing baseball and catch. Everything seemed so perfect to Helga. Helga unlinked her arm with his and stretched. "Ouch, my back hurts..."

Arnold frowned. "What do you think caused it?"

Helga rubbed her lower back. "I have no idea...but I guess it's nothing bad. I probably pulled a muscle in Phys Ed."

"Will you be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry...Football head." She laughed.

Arnold laughed a little.

"Do you miss those days when we would always go out to play baseball?" Helga asked, swinging her hands.

"Not really. You bugged too much," he laughed.

"Very funny..."

Arnold looked around and saw the tow truck and a strapping fellow scratching his head with a clip board in his hand. "Helga, the tow truck is here!"

"Oh okay."

"Hurry!" Together they ran to the guy with the tow truck.

"Hey, you guys the one who owns this car?" asked the man with a mafia type accent.

"Yeah, that's me," said Arnold.

"Well, get in and put it in Neutral...I'll get it set up."

Arnold got in his car and put it the way it was supposed to be.

Later, the guy with the tow truck offered to put the car in the repair shop for Arnold and also offered to drop Helga and Arnold off at their houses. "Now get the truck."

Helga sat on Arnold's lap as the tow truck slowly moved along the road. "Ugh," sighed Arnold. "How am I going to pay for the repair? It's going to cost a fortune..."

"Why don't you ask your grandpa? Doesn't he have a lot of money?"

"He won't lend me any," growled Arnold. "I haven't asked for any money from him in so long. I can't start asking now."

"Then, I guess we'll have to do some kind of fund-raiser thing," said Helga.

"We? It isn't your car..."

"But I guess I was the cause of the whole thing. It would make me feel a lot better if I could help out too."

"Thanks, but no thanks. It wasn't your fault. I'm just going to find a way to pay for it myself."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive..." He tightened his grip on her as she giggled.

"Okay, stop one. Will someone PLEASE get out of the stinkin' truck now?"

Helga made a face and jumped out of the truck. "Bye, Arnold."

"Bye," he said with the window down. Then drove away.

Helga walked in the door and noticed everything was unusually quiet. But then suddenly she heard a familiar giggling. Quietly, she walked into the living room to see Olga and Jonathan talking with Mariam.

"Olga?" Helga asked surprisingly.

"Helga! My 'lil sis!" She exclaimed, getting off the couch with her arms wide open. Helga dropped all of her things and hugged her sister. Olga let go and took a good look at Helga. "My, my, my! You have certainly grown to be a beautiful young lady since the last time I saw you three years ago!" She grinned and kissed Helga's cheek. This time she didn't have to bend over. With her high heels, she was the same height as Helga. Because Olga was constantly traveling with Jonathan, she didn't visit home in a long time.

"Hey, Olga..." said Helga softly. "Hey Jonathan."

"Hey Helga." Jonathan said in his deep voice. Jonathan was an author. Not a very popular author; but he made enough to survive and live on. That's why he traveled around everywhere with Olga to find something good to write about. Olga loved his sense of "adventure". But Mariam and Big Bob thought that Olga deserved better. Someone who could make a lot of money. So much that you could do more than just survive on. Olga was a teacher. Obviously, she didn't make a lot either.

She wrote to Helga and said that when they were in Africa, Olga helped the poor 3rd world children and taught them some English. She was always so happy in her letters.

"We have something for you, Helga," said Jonathan. He reached into his suitcase and pulled out a big box. Jonathan liked Helga a lot. He said she was the sister he never had. So, wherever they went, he got her something. Jonathan was the kind of guy who was the real sweet-talker in High School. His hair was a perfect shade of brown, his eyes twinkled, and he had a perfect body. It was too bad Mariam and Big Bob couldn't see what a good person he was. Big Bob was too materialistic. But, because Olga loved him so much, they tolerated him (and almost "loved" him) and prayed he would become a successful author.

Helga walked over to Jonathan. "Wow, really?"

"You'd better believe it. Olga and I got it when we were in Paris."

Helga grinned and opened the box. "Oh...wow..." Inside, there was a beautiful purple dress. It was sleeveless and had a V-Neck. The lower back of it had an open circle. "This is beautiful, Jonathan."

"There's more..."

Helga dug in deeper and took out the most beautiful notebook she'd ever seen. It looked exactly like a real book...and inside, she could write anything she wanted.

"I heard you were in need of a new diary...journal thing..." chuckled Jonathan. Olga sat next to him and cuddled against him.

Mariam smiled and thanked Jonathan.

"Thanks, Jonathan. I really love it."

"Oh, and here..." he reached into his pocket and took out a gemstone necklace. "This is for good luck. You hold it in your hand and make a wish." He smiled.

"Thanks again..."

"No problem."

Helga put all the things back in the box.

"So, Olga...how did you get pregnant?" asked Helga.

"Oh, Helga. When two people are in love..."

"No! I know how to get pregnant...but, like, how did you find the time to..."

Olga smiled happily. "Oh, I don't know..." she shrugged. "I guess it was during our anniversary in the Kulaha hotel in Hawaii..." she held Jonathan's hand and kissed him.

"Those were some happy times," he said.

"Okay, I don't need details!" exclaimed Helga.

"What about your love life?" wondered Jonathan. "How's that going?"

"Just...dandy."

Jonathan laughed. "That's always nice to know. How's your life going then?"

"Just...dandy." she laughed. "And yours?"

"It's going to be challenging. Especially because I'm going to start Med School."

Mariam nearly choked on some ice. "Really?"

"Yup."

"Where do you study it at?" asked Big Bob with anger yet with happiness.

"At the university. Just a fifteen minute drive away from here."

"So, what are you saying?"

"Well, Daddy," began Olga. "We're going to move here. Permanently!" She squealed.

"That's great, Olga." Mariam and Big Bob said together.

"And Jonathan is going to be a doctor! Fantastic, isn't it?"

"Just keen," said Helga under her breath. "Where are you two going to live?"

"We were thinking we would bunk in here for a while until we find a house big enough for a family." She grinned and kissed Jonathan's cheek.

"Would that be OK?" asked Jonathan.

"It would be perfectly okay. Right B?" She nudged her husband's stomach.

"Oh. Yeah. Perfectly okay." He smiled.

"Whoopdie-doo," said Helga.