~*Chapter 6: Starting the mission*~
"If you want to do this mission yourself, fine!" Arnold nearly yelled. He turned around and walked away.
"Boys," I said to myself. "They are so stupid." I walked in the other direction.
~*A Day Later and still no clues*~ Still no clues. I am beginning to think I might need that dumb bucko Arnold.
And yet, I love him dearly. He is so cute, and his little football head is soo unique.
"Arnold!" I called. I wondered if he found any clues. I searched around for a football head, but no sign.
"I better go stay at a Hotel," I said to myself. I am sure Big Bob left me some money. I walked over to the Radisson Hotel, and went straight inside.
"Hello, welcome to the Radisson Hotel,' said the lady at the counter. I looked at her name tag, and it said Mariam.
"Mariam! You never said you worked for the Radisson Hotel in Utah!" I cried. "Why are you guys watching me soooo much?"
"Well, I got a job just for today. My copy of the beeper said you were heading this way and into this hotel."
"What room do I get?" I demanded.
"Room 352, South Tower," Mariam answered.
"I will never forgive you for this!" I declared. I placed two bucks on the counter and walked swiftly into the South Tower.
"Helga! Two bucks won't pay!" Mariam called.
"So what?" I called back. "You're my Mom, so why do I have to pay you?!"
I unlocked the key to Room 352, and looked at the wonders. A huge bed, a little mini fridge, a closet, a bathroom with a tub and a toilet (of course!) I was so busy looking around I didn't notice that there was a huge table there.
A phone sat on the table with a little menu for room service.
I placed my stuff on the bed, and began unpacking. A whole room to myself, I thought.
A computer fell out of my pack. "What does this do?" I asked myself.
"Tracking Arnold," said the computer. "Near a clue." A map showed, with a red dot of where Arnold was. "Video game arcade."
"Arnold? A video arcade when we have a mission to do?!" I cried. "I have to go there-directions please."
"South Meridian Street, turn right on Kylie."
"Got it!" I nodded. I rushed to the arcade, and looked from side to side in the street-and then bumped right into Arnold.
'Helga?" asked Arnold. "Did you figure out the mission?"
"One thing, Arnoldo. Why were you at the arcade when we have a mission to solve?!" I cried.
"Well. I was looking for clues there," Arnold said slyly.
"I don't believe you, you rat! You were playing games! I know you!"
"Helga, you don't know me. If you did, you would know that I wouldn't do that!" Arnold cried.
'Liar!" I barked. "And if you want to do this mission with me, you better pack up your attitude!"
"My attitude?" Arnold barked back. "MY attitude? You are the only one with the attitude!"
"UGH!" I whirled around. "Bucko, you better watch it!" I turned him around by force, and pulled him by his back-pack.
"I think I can walk, Helga," Arnold retorted.
"I don't want you going off to a arcade again, Football Head-Football Brain!" I retorted back. "Anyway, we gotta keep the mission up." I finally let him go, and we walked back into the Radisson Hotel.
'One more room please," I said eagerly.
"You need to share a room."
'But there is only one bed!" I cried, "I cannot share a room-not to mention sleep by Arnoldo!'
"Sorry," said the lady. This time it wasn't Mariam. It was someone named Jesse.
"Look, Bucko," I said. I pointed my finger at her, "if you don't get us another room-"
"No room, hon."
"Don't call me HON!" I screamed. I dragged Arnold to my room.
"Sleep on the floor," I ordered him.
"Good thing I brought a sleeping bag for emergency!" Arnold answered, lifting up a blue sleeping bag.
'Uh, Bucko, I think the Pataki's packed for me," I snorted. "Anyway, if you come near this bed tonight, SOCK time!" I held up a fist.
"Okay, okay, Helga. And I wonder why we were chosen to do this together." He said, going into his sleeping bag. "D' ya think I know?" I said angrily. "I didn't WANT to do this with you!"
"I thought you loved me," Arnold brought up.
"I HATE YOU!" I exploded. "I lied, I admit-I lied!" I crawled into the huge bed.
"We didn't even change, you know," he said.
"D'O YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE IN FRONT OF YOU?!" I yelled.
"No, change in the bathroom. And, brushing our teeth-"
"Shut up, Bucko. What's the point of changing? We are waking up VERY early tomorrow."
Arnold turned out the light, and we slept.
"If you want to do this mission yourself, fine!" Arnold nearly yelled. He turned around and walked away.
"Boys," I said to myself. "They are so stupid." I walked in the other direction.
~*A Day Later and still no clues*~ Still no clues. I am beginning to think I might need that dumb bucko Arnold.
And yet, I love him dearly. He is so cute, and his little football head is soo unique.
"Arnold!" I called. I wondered if he found any clues. I searched around for a football head, but no sign.
"I better go stay at a Hotel," I said to myself. I am sure Big Bob left me some money. I walked over to the Radisson Hotel, and went straight inside.
"Hello, welcome to the Radisson Hotel,' said the lady at the counter. I looked at her name tag, and it said Mariam.
"Mariam! You never said you worked for the Radisson Hotel in Utah!" I cried. "Why are you guys watching me soooo much?"
"Well, I got a job just for today. My copy of the beeper said you were heading this way and into this hotel."
"What room do I get?" I demanded.
"Room 352, South Tower," Mariam answered.
"I will never forgive you for this!" I declared. I placed two bucks on the counter and walked swiftly into the South Tower.
"Helga! Two bucks won't pay!" Mariam called.
"So what?" I called back. "You're my Mom, so why do I have to pay you?!"
I unlocked the key to Room 352, and looked at the wonders. A huge bed, a little mini fridge, a closet, a bathroom with a tub and a toilet (of course!) I was so busy looking around I didn't notice that there was a huge table there.
A phone sat on the table with a little menu for room service.
I placed my stuff on the bed, and began unpacking. A whole room to myself, I thought.
A computer fell out of my pack. "What does this do?" I asked myself.
"Tracking Arnold," said the computer. "Near a clue." A map showed, with a red dot of where Arnold was. "Video game arcade."
"Arnold? A video arcade when we have a mission to do?!" I cried. "I have to go there-directions please."
"South Meridian Street, turn right on Kylie."
"Got it!" I nodded. I rushed to the arcade, and looked from side to side in the street-and then bumped right into Arnold.
'Helga?" asked Arnold. "Did you figure out the mission?"
"One thing, Arnoldo. Why were you at the arcade when we have a mission to solve?!" I cried.
"Well. I was looking for clues there," Arnold said slyly.
"I don't believe you, you rat! You were playing games! I know you!"
"Helga, you don't know me. If you did, you would know that I wouldn't do that!" Arnold cried.
'Liar!" I barked. "And if you want to do this mission with me, you better pack up your attitude!"
"My attitude?" Arnold barked back. "MY attitude? You are the only one with the attitude!"
"UGH!" I whirled around. "Bucko, you better watch it!" I turned him around by force, and pulled him by his back-pack.
"I think I can walk, Helga," Arnold retorted.
"I don't want you going off to a arcade again, Football Head-Football Brain!" I retorted back. "Anyway, we gotta keep the mission up." I finally let him go, and we walked back into the Radisson Hotel.
'One more room please," I said eagerly.
"You need to share a room."
'But there is only one bed!" I cried, "I cannot share a room-not to mention sleep by Arnoldo!'
"Sorry," said the lady. This time it wasn't Mariam. It was someone named Jesse.
"Look, Bucko," I said. I pointed my finger at her, "if you don't get us another room-"
"No room, hon."
"Don't call me HON!" I screamed. I dragged Arnold to my room.
"Sleep on the floor," I ordered him.
"Good thing I brought a sleeping bag for emergency!" Arnold answered, lifting up a blue sleeping bag.
'Uh, Bucko, I think the Pataki's packed for me," I snorted. "Anyway, if you come near this bed tonight, SOCK time!" I held up a fist.
"Okay, okay, Helga. And I wonder why we were chosen to do this together." He said, going into his sleeping bag. "D' ya think I know?" I said angrily. "I didn't WANT to do this with you!"
"I thought you loved me," Arnold brought up.
"I HATE YOU!" I exploded. "I lied, I admit-I lied!" I crawled into the huge bed.
"We didn't even change, you know," he said.
"D'O YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE IN FRONT OF YOU?!" I yelled.
"No, change in the bathroom. And, brushing our teeth-"
"Shut up, Bucko. What's the point of changing? We are waking up VERY early tomorrow."
Arnold turned out the light, and we slept.