Ok, I was looking around Nadine's board (just looking, I don't post there), when I saw a question about Campfire Lass that prompted me to start writing this. Ok, so I don't own Hey Arnold! and all that corporate. It belongs to Mr. Bartlette, or maybe it doesn't anymore, cause if it was, I assume there'd be a second movie and a spinoff series, all those things that have been sacrificed cause it seems HA! really belongs to Viacom, and not the artist that made it. God Bless America! Ok, done ranting, enjoy.
Chapter 1: heh, heh Chocolate!
Arnold, Gerald, and Sid had just finished a "rousing game" of Trouble, and were bored out of their brains. In short, it was another typical day in a nine-year old lives. But these kids went to school at P.S. 118, and life seems a lot more interesting when you live in that neighborhood. Not today though, at least, not yet.
"Well, let's go somewhere!", said Sid.
"Where?", asked Arnold. "It's late, everything's closed."
"Let's at least get out of this tree house.", said Gerald.
So they climbed down the overused ladder and out of Mighty Pete. It was getting darker, which meant it was getting late, being late spring and all.
"Let's go to my house.", suggested Arnold.
Thinking of the last "Grandma's Surprise" he had at Arnold's house, Gerald spoke out, "Umm..., perhaps we should go to my house... No one's home, and I think I have enough money to order a pizza..."
"Pizza....", murmured Sid.
Suddenly, all three of them heard the distant scream of a little girl. Arnold instinctively started running towards the sound. Gerald ran after his best friend, and Sid followed, not wanting to be left alone in the dark and all. As he was rounding a corner, Arnold ran headlong into a small figure. He was knocked over for a second, but quickly stood back up and helped the little kid he had accidentally knocked over. The boy wore mostly blue, had greasy black hair, and dark stains covered his face and clothes. He was holding onto a pink box, seemingly for dear life.
"Chocolate Boy!", yelled an annoyed Arnold.
"Chocolate Boy?", asked Sid and Gerald as they caught up.
"Out of my way, out of my way!!!", shouted the Chocolate Boy as he attempted to escape from the bigger kids. But Arnold grabbed onto his shirt and forced him to sit against a fence.
"What happened to your goal?", asked Arnold. "And where are your radishes?"
"Radishes are still good, but especially good with chocolate!"
"Well Arnold", started Gerald. "Seems like your hard work didn't pay off."
"Stop that bloody ruffian!", shouted a little girl as she made her way towards the crowd. She spoke with a "fake???" Scottish accent, and clothes to match. Her clothes were more of a uniform, a highlands warrior uniform.
"Campfire Lass?", asked Arnold.
"Aye!", she stated. "Ackk!! Tis the lad who stole me chocolate turtles!"
"Get the crazy lady away from me!", begged Chocolate Boy.
Arnold sighed, got down on his knees, and spoke with the boy. Sid and Gerald couldn't help but laugh at the humorous situation.
"You have to give the chocolate back to campfire lass.", Arnold said firmly.
Chocolate Boy shook his head rapidly, but loosened his grip on the box. Arnold picked it up and gave it back to the girl. She yanked it back, than opened it. Tears swelled in her eyes as she looked inside.
"Half me chocolate, tis gone!", she sat down, and buried her face in her hands. "I'll never get me a merit badge now!"
"Look what you did Chocolate Boy!", shouted Sid as he grabbed the boy by his shirt collar. Gerald quickly held Sid back as Arnold once again spoke firmly to Chocolate Boy.
"You really hurt Campfire Lass here", he said. "See where your addictions getting you? It's causing everyone nothing but pain, including you. How are you going to make it up to her?"
"I dunno...", he started crying too as he looked at the sobbing girl. "I just wanted chocolate..."
"Well, hopefully you'll learn something from this. You're going to have to pay Campfire Lass back for the chocolate you stole from her."
"Ok...", he sniffed.
"Now, how much does that box cost?" he asked the girl.
She recovered quickly from her ordeal, and examined her box closely. "The box costs approximately $29.99."
"I don't have money!", shouted Chocolate Boy. "I spend it all on chocolate."
"Oh no", groaned Arnold.
"He can pay me back in chocolate", said Campfire Lass.
"Really? That would be great!"
"No!! No one can have my chocolate!"
"Come on Chocolate Boy", said Gerald. "Just end this so we can all go home, its getting late!"
Chocolate Boy looked hopeless for a second, but then suddenly got an "evil???" gleam in his eye. "Ok, I pay you back in chocolate, tomorrow!", he said.
"Sounds good", she said. She then looked him directly in the eye. "And ye better not be gettin any more idea about takin Campfire Lass chocolate turtles, or I may not be so kindly next time!" She stood up and marched down the street and out of view.
Chocolate boy stood up again, but Arnold stopped him from leaving. "You and me have some work to do..."
"NOO!!!", he screamed. "No more steam-baths!"
"I have a better idea", said Arnold
"Hello my name is Chocolate Boy, and I like chocolate!"
The other occupants of the Overeaters Anonymous meeting mostly started laughing. "A, A, little kid that likes chocolate, oh that's so horrible!", said one very obese elder woman. "Yup, nothing like this has EVER happened before in the history of mankind", said a more successful occupant of the meeting, he apparently was able to keep the weight off.
"Its not a joke!", said Arnold. "He has tons of chocolate in his room, he can't stop eating it, he looks through dumpsters for malted milk balls!"
Most of the occupants continued giggling, but the group leader put his hand up. "Well", he began, "The first step is for him to admit he has a problem, hell, look at all our literature" He gave Arnold a few pamphlets and manuals. "Now, we've never had a third grader in here before, so I don't know if the meeting is going to have a profound affect on him. Mostly, we just say a few prayers, tell some stories, and...
"I can tell stories!", said Chocolate Boy.
There was another chorus of giggles from the group. "Seriously, he does have a story!", said Arnold. "Go ahead Chocolate Boy..."
"Ok, so my Nanny used to give me chocolate lots of chocolate. My parents never let me have chocolate. So then, one day, my Nanny left, so I ate chocolate, lots of chocolate...", he was starting to cry now. "I ate too much chocolate, too much chocolate! I don't know how to stop eating it, I have to!!!"
Some of the meetings occupants were starting to get a bit teary eyed as well. "It's okay...", said one lady as she put an arm around him. "You never have to eat chocolate again."
"I don't?", he asked.
"Of course not!", she said. "It'll take a lot of work, but I'm sure you can quit!"
His eyes seemed to brighten, and he seemed happy again. "Yeah, yeah, I just don't eat chocolate! That's not hard!!", he shouted. "I can go home and just not eat chocolate!" Arnold breathed a sigh of relief, maybe this wasn't going to be so hard.
How'd ya'll like that? Read and review, and all that stuff.
Chapter 1: heh, heh Chocolate!
Arnold, Gerald, and Sid had just finished a "rousing game" of Trouble, and were bored out of their brains. In short, it was another typical day in a nine-year old lives. But these kids went to school at P.S. 118, and life seems a lot more interesting when you live in that neighborhood. Not today though, at least, not yet.
"Well, let's go somewhere!", said Sid.
"Where?", asked Arnold. "It's late, everything's closed."
"Let's at least get out of this tree house.", said Gerald.
So they climbed down the overused ladder and out of Mighty Pete. It was getting darker, which meant it was getting late, being late spring and all.
"Let's go to my house.", suggested Arnold.
Thinking of the last "Grandma's Surprise" he had at Arnold's house, Gerald spoke out, "Umm..., perhaps we should go to my house... No one's home, and I think I have enough money to order a pizza..."
"Pizza....", murmured Sid.
Suddenly, all three of them heard the distant scream of a little girl. Arnold instinctively started running towards the sound. Gerald ran after his best friend, and Sid followed, not wanting to be left alone in the dark and all. As he was rounding a corner, Arnold ran headlong into a small figure. He was knocked over for a second, but quickly stood back up and helped the little kid he had accidentally knocked over. The boy wore mostly blue, had greasy black hair, and dark stains covered his face and clothes. He was holding onto a pink box, seemingly for dear life.
"Chocolate Boy!", yelled an annoyed Arnold.
"Chocolate Boy?", asked Sid and Gerald as they caught up.
"Out of my way, out of my way!!!", shouted the Chocolate Boy as he attempted to escape from the bigger kids. But Arnold grabbed onto his shirt and forced him to sit against a fence.
"What happened to your goal?", asked Arnold. "And where are your radishes?"
"Radishes are still good, but especially good with chocolate!"
"Well Arnold", started Gerald. "Seems like your hard work didn't pay off."
"Stop that bloody ruffian!", shouted a little girl as she made her way towards the crowd. She spoke with a "fake???" Scottish accent, and clothes to match. Her clothes were more of a uniform, a highlands warrior uniform.
"Campfire Lass?", asked Arnold.
"Aye!", she stated. "Ackk!! Tis the lad who stole me chocolate turtles!"
"Get the crazy lady away from me!", begged Chocolate Boy.
Arnold sighed, got down on his knees, and spoke with the boy. Sid and Gerald couldn't help but laugh at the humorous situation.
"You have to give the chocolate back to campfire lass.", Arnold said firmly.
Chocolate Boy shook his head rapidly, but loosened his grip on the box. Arnold picked it up and gave it back to the girl. She yanked it back, than opened it. Tears swelled in her eyes as she looked inside.
"Half me chocolate, tis gone!", she sat down, and buried her face in her hands. "I'll never get me a merit badge now!"
"Look what you did Chocolate Boy!", shouted Sid as he grabbed the boy by his shirt collar. Gerald quickly held Sid back as Arnold once again spoke firmly to Chocolate Boy.
"You really hurt Campfire Lass here", he said. "See where your addictions getting you? It's causing everyone nothing but pain, including you. How are you going to make it up to her?"
"I dunno...", he started crying too as he looked at the sobbing girl. "I just wanted chocolate..."
"Well, hopefully you'll learn something from this. You're going to have to pay Campfire Lass back for the chocolate you stole from her."
"Ok...", he sniffed.
"Now, how much does that box cost?" he asked the girl.
She recovered quickly from her ordeal, and examined her box closely. "The box costs approximately $29.99."
"I don't have money!", shouted Chocolate Boy. "I spend it all on chocolate."
"Oh no", groaned Arnold.
"He can pay me back in chocolate", said Campfire Lass.
"Really? That would be great!"
"No!! No one can have my chocolate!"
"Come on Chocolate Boy", said Gerald. "Just end this so we can all go home, its getting late!"
Chocolate Boy looked hopeless for a second, but then suddenly got an "evil???" gleam in his eye. "Ok, I pay you back in chocolate, tomorrow!", he said.
"Sounds good", she said. She then looked him directly in the eye. "And ye better not be gettin any more idea about takin Campfire Lass chocolate turtles, or I may not be so kindly next time!" She stood up and marched down the street and out of view.
Chocolate boy stood up again, but Arnold stopped him from leaving. "You and me have some work to do..."
"NOO!!!", he screamed. "No more steam-baths!"
"I have a better idea", said Arnold
"Hello my name is Chocolate Boy, and I like chocolate!"
The other occupants of the Overeaters Anonymous meeting mostly started laughing. "A, A, little kid that likes chocolate, oh that's so horrible!", said one very obese elder woman. "Yup, nothing like this has EVER happened before in the history of mankind", said a more successful occupant of the meeting, he apparently was able to keep the weight off.
"Its not a joke!", said Arnold. "He has tons of chocolate in his room, he can't stop eating it, he looks through dumpsters for malted milk balls!"
Most of the occupants continued giggling, but the group leader put his hand up. "Well", he began, "The first step is for him to admit he has a problem, hell, look at all our literature" He gave Arnold a few pamphlets and manuals. "Now, we've never had a third grader in here before, so I don't know if the meeting is going to have a profound affect on him. Mostly, we just say a few prayers, tell some stories, and...
"I can tell stories!", said Chocolate Boy.
There was another chorus of giggles from the group. "Seriously, he does have a story!", said Arnold. "Go ahead Chocolate Boy..."
"Ok, so my Nanny used to give me chocolate lots of chocolate. My parents never let me have chocolate. So then, one day, my Nanny left, so I ate chocolate, lots of chocolate...", he was starting to cry now. "I ate too much chocolate, too much chocolate! I don't know how to stop eating it, I have to!!!"
Some of the meetings occupants were starting to get a bit teary eyed as well. "It's okay...", said one lady as she put an arm around him. "You never have to eat chocolate again."
"I don't?", he asked.
"Of course not!", she said. "It'll take a lot of work, but I'm sure you can quit!"
His eyes seemed to brighten, and he seemed happy again. "Yeah, yeah, I just don't eat chocolate! That's not hard!!", he shouted. "I can go home and just not eat chocolate!" Arnold breathed a sigh of relief, maybe this wasn't going to be so hard.
How'd ya'll like that? Read and review, and all that stuff.