Operation: Kids In America
Chapter 4: Reports and Going Home
All sixteen kids nodded and the captains returned to their respective group. Professor Emit smiled and held up a staff. Suddenly, a waterfall of shooting stars and crescent moons erupted out of the end of the staff and all over the kids. They screamed as their feet were lifted from the ground and they started to de-age. Helga screamed a blood-curling wail and gasped as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She smiled and looked into Arnold's eyes. He smiled back and grunted as they landed on a tiled floor. "Where are we?" Lorenzo asked. "It appears we're back in the museum." Phoebe stated, looking around. "That was weird." Gerald said. "Uh.yeah." Brainy wheezed. "And speaking of weird." Lila muttered and pointed to Arnold and Helga, who were still lying on the ground, embraced in each other's arms. Harold, Rhonda and Gerald gave them a look. "Go get a room. That's oh so much visual interaction, even if this a museum." Lila hissed. Everyone turned their gaze towards her and she blushed, shutting her mouth. Arnold blushed and helped Helga to her feet. "Sorry about that, Helga. I just.reacted." He whispered softly. "Just caught up in the moment?" She asked back. "Yeah. It's not like it meant anything, right?" He asked. She smiled and nodded. "Right. I mean, please, you and me? Never in a million years." "Yeah."
Helga glanced out the window from the detention room. All sixteen had gotten detention, phone calls home and to top it all off, had to clean the cafeteria, bathrooms, and auditorium for the remainder of the year. Helga sighed as she saw a bunch of cars outside rushing by the school. She smiled and turned to Arnold who smiled back at her.
Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars In the city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving I can feel the heat but it's soothing Heading down I search for the beat in the dirty town
Downtown the young ones are growing Downtown the young ones are growing We're the kids in America, oh We're the kids in America, oh Everybody live for the music go round
Later that day, Helga walked downtown and spotted two sixteen-year- old girls walking into a teen club. She smiled as two boys followed behind them. She sighed and glanced around, and noticing no one was around, she ducked behind a corner and pulled out her gold locket. "Oh, Arnold. Can we never be like those couples, happy and partying? You are my soul, my inspiration, my love, my dedication. I love you. I always have, and I always will. " "Helga?" Helga screeched and quickly hid her locket in her dress just as Arnold turned the corner and glanced at her. "Who ya talking to?" He asked. Helga chuckled abashedly. "Uh, no one, Football Head. Just reciting some.lines! Yeah, that's it. Lines for some play I'm auditioning for. What's it you anyway and why are you down here? Last time I checked, you lived in the other neighborhood!" Arnold shook his head. "What ever you say, Helga." He smiled and turned. Helga pouted and turned to face the other direction. Her eyes lowered to the sidewalk and slowly closed. She gasped as she felt something touch her cheek. Her eyes widened and she looked at Arnold. "Don't ever say I didn't thank you, Helga." Helga touched her cheek where Arnold had kissed her. "For what?" She asked, clearly confused. "For being you." He replied. "See you."
Bright lights, the music gets faster Look boy; don't check on your watch Not another glance I'm not leaving now, honey, not a chance
Hot shot you give me no problems Much later baby you'll be saying never mind You know life is cruel Life is never kind
Kind hearts don't make a new story Kind hearts don't grab any glory We're the kids in America, oh We're the kids in America, oh Everybody live for the music go round
Helga turned restlessly in her sleep. She smiled and kicked the covers off her body. In her mind, a dream was occurring, a dream where she and the other kids from PS: 118 were in high school and on a field trip in California. Back in real life Helga smiled. "I love you, Arnold." She whispered. Back in her dream, the sun set on the beach as Arnold and Helga kissed each other gently on the lips.
Come closer, honey, that's better Gotta gain a brand new experience Feeling right Oh, don't try to stop baby
New York to California Here's the news we're coming we ya We're the kids in America, oh We're the kids in America, oh Everybody live for the music go round
We're the kids, we're the kids, we're the kids in America
Arnold smiled as he dreamed the same dream Helga was. Below, in the streets, a truck zoomed by, waking Arnold up. He yawned and grabbed a blue jacket, slowly walking up his ladder out onto the roof. He looked down in the streets and noticed a huge truck whiz by. "Future Tech Industries?" He questioned himself as he read the logo on the side of the truck. "I'm getting a really bad feeling about this." He whispered into the night. Below his window, hidden in the shadows, a figure pulled a brown trench coat tightly around its body. A third truck whooshed by, blowing up city sidewalk trash. "Future Tech Industries?" The figure whispered in a deep voice. "They're up to no good. Something is going to happen very soon. Something big." The figure had no idea how right they were.
We're the kids; we're the kids, kids in America We're the kids; we're the kids, we're the kids in America We're the kids; we're the kids, we're the kids in America We're the kids; we're the kids, we're the kids in America
All sixteen kids nodded and the captains returned to their respective group. Professor Emit smiled and held up a staff. Suddenly, a waterfall of shooting stars and crescent moons erupted out of the end of the staff and all over the kids. They screamed as their feet were lifted from the ground and they started to de-age. Helga screamed a blood-curling wail and gasped as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She smiled and looked into Arnold's eyes. He smiled back and grunted as they landed on a tiled floor. "Where are we?" Lorenzo asked. "It appears we're back in the museum." Phoebe stated, looking around. "That was weird." Gerald said. "Uh.yeah." Brainy wheezed. "And speaking of weird." Lila muttered and pointed to Arnold and Helga, who were still lying on the ground, embraced in each other's arms. Harold, Rhonda and Gerald gave them a look. "Go get a room. That's oh so much visual interaction, even if this a museum." Lila hissed. Everyone turned their gaze towards her and she blushed, shutting her mouth. Arnold blushed and helped Helga to her feet. "Sorry about that, Helga. I just.reacted." He whispered softly. "Just caught up in the moment?" She asked back. "Yeah. It's not like it meant anything, right?" He asked. She smiled and nodded. "Right. I mean, please, you and me? Never in a million years." "Yeah."
Helga glanced out the window from the detention room. All sixteen had gotten detention, phone calls home and to top it all off, had to clean the cafeteria, bathrooms, and auditorium for the remainder of the year. Helga sighed as she saw a bunch of cars outside rushing by the school. She smiled and turned to Arnold who smiled back at her.
Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars In the city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving I can feel the heat but it's soothing Heading down I search for the beat in the dirty town
Downtown the young ones are growing Downtown the young ones are growing We're the kids in America, oh We're the kids in America, oh Everybody live for the music go round
Later that day, Helga walked downtown and spotted two sixteen-year- old girls walking into a teen club. She smiled as two boys followed behind them. She sighed and glanced around, and noticing no one was around, she ducked behind a corner and pulled out her gold locket. "Oh, Arnold. Can we never be like those couples, happy and partying? You are my soul, my inspiration, my love, my dedication. I love you. I always have, and I always will. " "Helga?" Helga screeched and quickly hid her locket in her dress just as Arnold turned the corner and glanced at her. "Who ya talking to?" He asked. Helga chuckled abashedly. "Uh, no one, Football Head. Just reciting some.lines! Yeah, that's it. Lines for some play I'm auditioning for. What's it you anyway and why are you down here? Last time I checked, you lived in the other neighborhood!" Arnold shook his head. "What ever you say, Helga." He smiled and turned. Helga pouted and turned to face the other direction. Her eyes lowered to the sidewalk and slowly closed. She gasped as she felt something touch her cheek. Her eyes widened and she looked at Arnold. "Don't ever say I didn't thank you, Helga." Helga touched her cheek where Arnold had kissed her. "For what?" She asked, clearly confused. "For being you." He replied. "See you."
Bright lights, the music gets faster Look boy; don't check on your watch Not another glance I'm not leaving now, honey, not a chance
Hot shot you give me no problems Much later baby you'll be saying never mind You know life is cruel Life is never kind
Kind hearts don't make a new story Kind hearts don't grab any glory We're the kids in America, oh We're the kids in America, oh Everybody live for the music go round
Helga turned restlessly in her sleep. She smiled and kicked the covers off her body. In her mind, a dream was occurring, a dream where she and the other kids from PS: 118 were in high school and on a field trip in California. Back in real life Helga smiled. "I love you, Arnold." She whispered. Back in her dream, the sun set on the beach as Arnold and Helga kissed each other gently on the lips.
Come closer, honey, that's better Gotta gain a brand new experience Feeling right Oh, don't try to stop baby
New York to California Here's the news we're coming we ya We're the kids in America, oh We're the kids in America, oh Everybody live for the music go round
We're the kids, we're the kids, we're the kids in America
Arnold smiled as he dreamed the same dream Helga was. Below, in the streets, a truck zoomed by, waking Arnold up. He yawned and grabbed a blue jacket, slowly walking up his ladder out onto the roof. He looked down in the streets and noticed a huge truck whiz by. "Future Tech Industries?" He questioned himself as he read the logo on the side of the truck. "I'm getting a really bad feeling about this." He whispered into the night. Below his window, hidden in the shadows, a figure pulled a brown trench coat tightly around its body. A third truck whooshed by, blowing up city sidewalk trash. "Future Tech Industries?" The figure whispered in a deep voice. "They're up to no good. Something is going to happen very soon. Something big." The figure had no idea how right they were.
We're the kids; we're the kids, kids in America We're the kids; we're the kids, we're the kids in America We're the kids; we're the kids, we're the kids in America We're the kids; we're the kids, we're the kids in America
