~*Chapter 5: The agency *~
A/N: this is kind of like the movie. only a little different.
I walked down the halls of P.S. 118. Kids chattering loudly, pointing at me, and someone else.
Arnold. "Hey Arnold!"
"Hey Helga!" Arnold called back. "Do you know what is happening?!"
"Not a clue," I answered shrilly.
"Helga Pataki and Arnold please report to the office please," said Principal Wart's voice.
"Oh no,' I mumbled.
"Yes?" asked Arnold sweetly as we reached the office.
"Helga," began Principal Warts, "this is very tough to explain. It says on your birth certificate that you are a secret angent. Arnold, you too."
"What?!" I cried. "I mean, why was I born a secret agent-and-why was he?"
"Well, your grandfather was an agent. And Arnold, you and Helga were chosen by him to be in a Agency together."
"What? Why was Arnold chosen too?" I asked.
"You guys were seperated at birth-"
"Wait a minute," I interrupted. "That makes us brother and sister?"
I turned around towards Arnold, and we both screamed. "No, no," said Principal Warts. "You too were supposed to meet."
"What about Gerald?" asked Arnold.
'And what about Phoebe?"
"They could be hackers," Principal Warts said. "I mean, we never know. Anyway, back to that. You were supposed to be agents from the beginning. But, we held back."
"So what are we supposed to do?" asked Arnold. "Is there any missions?!"
"A two year old baby girl was kidnapped in Salt Lake City, Utah. You must fly there and save her if she isn't already-dead."
"What? You guys are relying on us to do this?" I belched.
"Yes, yes of course." He snapped, and then two big looking men showed up.
"Agent 007," one of them said, pointing at me. I looked at the tag, and it said Big Bob Pataki on it.
'Dad? You have been hiding this from me the whole time?!" I cried.
"Yes, and we are sorry Helga." He pointed at Arnold and said, "Agent 002 and Agent 007 meet my friend Dill. He has a baby name but he is VERY VERY strong."
"So, what Agency do you guys work for?' asked Arnold curiously.
"Big Bob's beepers," said Dad. "Agent Beepers. We made two agent beepers and hid them. The rest are just beepers."
'Dill! You work for Dad!" I said.
"007," snapped Dad. "Pay attention."
Dad pressed a button on his beeper, handed it to us, and we flew through the floor, down a pipe.
"Helga, look at your clothes!" Arnold said. I looked at my clothes that I was wearing. Black boots, black tight pants, and a black shirt, and black sunglasses.
I looked at Arnold. "Same with you!"
"Ready for your mission?" asked a metallic type voice.
"Yes," I said strongly.
"Get in the cart." I stepped in a cart, which led into a private jet.
"Utah, here we come!" I said as the plane took off.
"You shouldn't be happy," Arnold reasoned. "We are going to find a kidnapped baby. This mission could be dangerous!"
'Danger is my middle name," I sneered. Minutes later, I closed my eyes and slept.
~*Many hours later*~
The plane landed. "Get off the plane," said the metallic voice. "By the way, my name is Wayne and I am your personal pilot. Beep me," he said. He had a nice voice right now. "Use your beepers. Ready?" He took off after we stepped off the plane.
"Wow," Arnold began. "Wow wow wow. We better get started picking up clues."
'Tell me how exactly are we going to do this?" I asked.
"Well, first, look at your clue pages that the FBI have picked up," Arnold answered. "And remember our tools? We have to use them too. I have a little gadget that tracks them down if they are near the clues."
"They have to be near the clues?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "Don't we have one that tracks down clues? Or one that tracks down the man?"
"Yes. It's all in this little beeper."
"Oh, I see. Tell me how exaclty are we going to live when we get back to P.S. 118? How can we save the little twit if Wolfgang saw us making out-he told the whole school and I think that is why and how they know!"
"Know what?' Arnold asked stupidly.
"They know about our little kiss because Wolfgang passed it around! That's why they were pointing at us this morning!" I cried. "Why did you have to kiss me?" I demanded.
"What? You told me to kiss you!" he answered loudly.
"I didn't even bring my diary," I snickered.
'Stop thinking about yourself!" Arnold snapped. "Now I can't believe we even talked-not to mention kissed!"
'Shut up, Arnoldo. So what if I think of myself? And, plus, I wasn't. And if you like, I will do this mission myself, thank you very much."
A/N: I will write more later. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter!
A/N: this is kind of like the movie. only a little different.
I walked down the halls of P.S. 118. Kids chattering loudly, pointing at me, and someone else.
Arnold. "Hey Arnold!"
"Hey Helga!" Arnold called back. "Do you know what is happening?!"
"Not a clue," I answered shrilly.
"Helga Pataki and Arnold please report to the office please," said Principal Wart's voice.
"Oh no,' I mumbled.
"Yes?" asked Arnold sweetly as we reached the office.
"Helga," began Principal Warts, "this is very tough to explain. It says on your birth certificate that you are a secret angent. Arnold, you too."
"What?!" I cried. "I mean, why was I born a secret agent-and-why was he?"
"Well, your grandfather was an agent. And Arnold, you and Helga were chosen by him to be in a Agency together."
"What? Why was Arnold chosen too?" I asked.
"You guys were seperated at birth-"
"Wait a minute," I interrupted. "That makes us brother and sister?"
I turned around towards Arnold, and we both screamed. "No, no," said Principal Warts. "You too were supposed to meet."
"What about Gerald?" asked Arnold.
'And what about Phoebe?"
"They could be hackers," Principal Warts said. "I mean, we never know. Anyway, back to that. You were supposed to be agents from the beginning. But, we held back."
"So what are we supposed to do?" asked Arnold. "Is there any missions?!"
"A two year old baby girl was kidnapped in Salt Lake City, Utah. You must fly there and save her if she isn't already-dead."
"What? You guys are relying on us to do this?" I belched.
"Yes, yes of course." He snapped, and then two big looking men showed up.
"Agent 007," one of them said, pointing at me. I looked at the tag, and it said Big Bob Pataki on it.
'Dad? You have been hiding this from me the whole time?!" I cried.
"Yes, and we are sorry Helga." He pointed at Arnold and said, "Agent 002 and Agent 007 meet my friend Dill. He has a baby name but he is VERY VERY strong."
"So, what Agency do you guys work for?' asked Arnold curiously.
"Big Bob's beepers," said Dad. "Agent Beepers. We made two agent beepers and hid them. The rest are just beepers."
'Dill! You work for Dad!" I said.
"007," snapped Dad. "Pay attention."
Dad pressed a button on his beeper, handed it to us, and we flew through the floor, down a pipe.
"Helga, look at your clothes!" Arnold said. I looked at my clothes that I was wearing. Black boots, black tight pants, and a black shirt, and black sunglasses.
I looked at Arnold. "Same with you!"
"Ready for your mission?" asked a metallic type voice.
"Yes," I said strongly.
"Get in the cart." I stepped in a cart, which led into a private jet.
"Utah, here we come!" I said as the plane took off.
"You shouldn't be happy," Arnold reasoned. "We are going to find a kidnapped baby. This mission could be dangerous!"
'Danger is my middle name," I sneered. Minutes later, I closed my eyes and slept.
~*Many hours later*~
The plane landed. "Get off the plane," said the metallic voice. "By the way, my name is Wayne and I am your personal pilot. Beep me," he said. He had a nice voice right now. "Use your beepers. Ready?" He took off after we stepped off the plane.
"Wow," Arnold began. "Wow wow wow. We better get started picking up clues."
'Tell me how exactly are we going to do this?" I asked.
"Well, first, look at your clue pages that the FBI have picked up," Arnold answered. "And remember our tools? We have to use them too. I have a little gadget that tracks them down if they are near the clues."
"They have to be near the clues?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "Don't we have one that tracks down clues? Or one that tracks down the man?"
"Yes. It's all in this little beeper."
"Oh, I see. Tell me how exaclty are we going to live when we get back to P.S. 118? How can we save the little twit if Wolfgang saw us making out-he told the whole school and I think that is why and how they know!"
"Know what?' Arnold asked stupidly.
"They know about our little kiss because Wolfgang passed it around! That's why they were pointing at us this morning!" I cried. "Why did you have to kiss me?" I demanded.
"What? You told me to kiss you!" he answered loudly.
"I didn't even bring my diary," I snickered.
'Stop thinking about yourself!" Arnold snapped. "Now I can't believe we even talked-not to mention kissed!"
'Shut up, Arnoldo. So what if I think of myself? And, plus, I wasn't. And if you like, I will do this mission myself, thank you very much."
A/N: I will write more later. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter!