Stay Together (Continued)
By Shaun Blankenship
A Hey Arnold! Fan Fiction
CHAPTER 5: Revelation
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"You what?"
"I... I..."
Grandpa at that moment busted into Arnold's room. "Hey there, short man, how's the sleuthin'?"
Arnold diverted his attention away from Helga. "It's going alright but we still don't have anything."
"Oh, well, that's too bad. Hey, Pookie's making her famous peanut butter and salmon suprise!" Thunder booms outside and lightening and rain begin to be seen out of Arnold's skylight. "Ooh, sounds like a bad storm out there. Hey, what's with the girl, she stayin' over tonight or something?"
Arnold looks at Grandpa. "I don't know. Hey, Helga, do you wanna spend the night or stay for dinner?"
Helga gets a sudden look of shock. Thoughts rush trough her head. 'I'm at Arnold's house and he's... inviting me to stay!' She falls over and faints with a deafening thud on Arnold's floor.
Granpa looks at Helga as she lies passed out. "Hmm, wonder what got into her. Prop her head up with something, Arnold, I'll go get the smelling salts."
Helga opened her eyes slowly and rubbed them over and over. "Oh, I had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that my parents divorced and I was at Arnold's house and..." She looks around. Arnold is sitting next to her and Grandpa is standing by Arnold's bedroom door. Helga lets out a sigh and falls back down on Arnold's bedroom floor.
"Helga!" Arnold shakes her to wake her up. "Helga, come on."
Helga regains her consciousness. "Uh! What happened?"
"You passed out. Twice." Arnold places a bag of ice on Helga's head.
"Oh, thank you. I needed that." Helga finally gets up and hold the bag herself to her head. "It must've been because of being up here in the attic. High altitudes make me light-headed. So what were we talking about before I blacked out?"
Grandpa moves closer towards Helga. "It's storming pretty bad out there. Do you wanna stay for dinner? Peanut butter and salmon suprise! Eh? Eh?!"
"Yecch!" Helga makes a disgusted look on her face. She then turns towards Arnold and sees him lookig at her. Then she thinks about what Miriam could've possibly made for dinner. "I mean yeah, sure. I'll stay. I'll need to call home though."
Arnold stands up from where he was sitting. "Alright. The phone's downstair by the kitchen."
"Yeah, I know." Helga walks doenstairs while Grandpa and Arnold look at each other.
"Hey, how does she know where the phone is, I thought she's never been here?"
Arnold looks down the stairs. "I don't know." They both go down the stairs of Arnold's room and pushed them back in the ceiling once they reached the bottom.
"Well, good-night, Helga."
Arnold laid on his bed in pajamas and Helga laid on Arnold's couch in her clothes with a blanket. "Good-night, Arnold." Arnold switches the light off. Helga asks nervously, "Hey, Arnold?"
Arnold switches the light back on. "Yeah, Helga?"
"I just wanted to say... you know... thank you for helping me with all this. I know it's all just a waste of time and all but... you're really the only person helping me right now and I'd like to thank you for it. You don't have to go through all this trouble for me... but you did."
Arnold looks back at Helga. "Hey, it alright."
"No, it's not alright. I'm always so mean to you and so foul and so cruel... but you helped me anyway. You're always helping me and you don't get anything in return." Helga remains quiet for a while. "Hey, why DO you keep helping me?"
"I don't know. I just figure it's the right thing to do. I mean, even if I don't get anything in return, I still know that deep inside you appreciate it."
Helga lets out a sigh. "Well, thank you for everything, Arnold."
"Your welcome, Helga." Arnold clicks the light off.
Helga pulls the blanket over her eyes and sighs lovingly. "Oh, Arnold..."
"Did you say something?"
"No! I didn't say anything! Leave me alone, football-head!"
Arnold just shrugs. "Okay then."
The next day, Arnold and Helga went out to prove Bob's innocence. "The first thing we have to do is find out the name of the lady. What do we know about her?"
"Well, she was in his beeper commercial. I don't know her name though."
"Then maybe we can get a picture of her from the commercial."
"Nah, I already thought about that. Her face is kind of covered up by this writing that flashes on the screen. It's really hard to see her face."
"Well, we could ask your dad. I imagine he would know."
"At let him know we're trying to help him? Trust me, my dad likes to keep to himself. He likes doing things himself when he wants it done right."
"It would still be the easiest way... we could use a fake name. Disguise our voice on the phone!"
"What are we going to do? 'Uh, yeah, Bob? I need the name of a girl in one of your beeper commercials? Reason? Oh, I really don't have one, I just need her name.' I don't think that'll work, Arnoldo!"
"Uh-huh. Yeah. Okay, thank you!" Arnold hangs up the payphone. "Well, her name is Lynn. She's shooting a Yahoo Soda commercial today at the arts festival."
"Hey, there's a festival in town?"
"Apparently. It just seems these things pop up at the most convenient times. It's just all to easy..."
"I can't believe that worked! Well, all we need to do now is hoof it down there."
"Come on, let's go."
The banner read, 'First Annual City Wide Art Show'. Arnold and Helga went to help booth. Arnold approached the man at the booth but stopped for a minute. "Hey, you work at that party store on Cheffington me and Gerald applied to!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about! I'm Dante, I'm running the booth, what do you need help with?"
"We heard a Yahoo Soda commercial's being shot here today."
"Yeah, there also having the Yahoo challenge. Seeing if anyone will try another brand of soda over Yahoo. Why do you ask?"
"We need to talk with someone down on the set. How do we get there?"
Dante lets out a huge breath of air and hands Arnold a map. "They're right by the impressionist booth and across the way from the music stage. The White Stripes'll be performing in about a half hour."
"Okay, thanks." Arnold and Helga both walk away from the booth.
Dante sits in the folding chair that sat behind the counter of the booth and sighed. "I'm not even supposed to be here today!"
"Excuse me, do you knw where we can find Lynn? We're her sister's children, we need to ask her some questions."
The female security guard looked down at Helga. "You don't look anything like her. You're not lying, are you?"
"No," replied Helga. "I take after my father."
Arnold added to it, "And I take after my grandpa."
The security guard gave in. "Alright, go in the tent. They're getting their make-up on and what not for the big dance sequence. You've got five minutes."
Helga hugged the waist of the guard. "Oh, thank you! Our aunt will be so happy to see us! You don't know how important this is!" They walk on in. "You know, Arnold. This was easier than I thought. Either that or these people are freakin' stupid!"
"Hey, be nice." They walk down an isle of women in a portable tent. Cheap plastic mirrors align the sides with paper name tags over the mirrors that label the women at the chair like a gas station pump. They finally come across the last mirror in the row. The piece of paper on the mirror said 'Lynn'. But the chair was empty.
"Ah!" Helga kicked the chair. "Right when it seems like we have it made!"
A voice is heard behind them. "Who are you two?!"
They both spin around quickly. Helga's jaw drops. "Oh my gosh, it's you!"
To Be Continued...
Who is it? Wanna know? Keep Reading, yo!
By Shaun Blankenship
A Hey Arnold! Fan Fiction
CHAPTER 5: Revelation
________________________________________
"You what?"
"I... I..."
Grandpa at that moment busted into Arnold's room. "Hey there, short man, how's the sleuthin'?"
Arnold diverted his attention away from Helga. "It's going alright but we still don't have anything."
"Oh, well, that's too bad. Hey, Pookie's making her famous peanut butter and salmon suprise!" Thunder booms outside and lightening and rain begin to be seen out of Arnold's skylight. "Ooh, sounds like a bad storm out there. Hey, what's with the girl, she stayin' over tonight or something?"
Arnold looks at Grandpa. "I don't know. Hey, Helga, do you wanna spend the night or stay for dinner?"
Helga gets a sudden look of shock. Thoughts rush trough her head. 'I'm at Arnold's house and he's... inviting me to stay!' She falls over and faints with a deafening thud on Arnold's floor.
Granpa looks at Helga as she lies passed out. "Hmm, wonder what got into her. Prop her head up with something, Arnold, I'll go get the smelling salts."
Helga opened her eyes slowly and rubbed them over and over. "Oh, I had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that my parents divorced and I was at Arnold's house and..." She looks around. Arnold is sitting next to her and Grandpa is standing by Arnold's bedroom door. Helga lets out a sigh and falls back down on Arnold's bedroom floor.
"Helga!" Arnold shakes her to wake her up. "Helga, come on."
Helga regains her consciousness. "Uh! What happened?"
"You passed out. Twice." Arnold places a bag of ice on Helga's head.
"Oh, thank you. I needed that." Helga finally gets up and hold the bag herself to her head. "It must've been because of being up here in the attic. High altitudes make me light-headed. So what were we talking about before I blacked out?"
Grandpa moves closer towards Helga. "It's storming pretty bad out there. Do you wanna stay for dinner? Peanut butter and salmon suprise! Eh? Eh?!"
"Yecch!" Helga makes a disgusted look on her face. She then turns towards Arnold and sees him lookig at her. Then she thinks about what Miriam could've possibly made for dinner. "I mean yeah, sure. I'll stay. I'll need to call home though."
Arnold stands up from where he was sitting. "Alright. The phone's downstair by the kitchen."
"Yeah, I know." Helga walks doenstairs while Grandpa and Arnold look at each other.
"Hey, how does she know where the phone is, I thought she's never been here?"
Arnold looks down the stairs. "I don't know." They both go down the stairs of Arnold's room and pushed them back in the ceiling once they reached the bottom.
"Well, good-night, Helga."
Arnold laid on his bed in pajamas and Helga laid on Arnold's couch in her clothes with a blanket. "Good-night, Arnold." Arnold switches the light off. Helga asks nervously, "Hey, Arnold?"
Arnold switches the light back on. "Yeah, Helga?"
"I just wanted to say... you know... thank you for helping me with all this. I know it's all just a waste of time and all but... you're really the only person helping me right now and I'd like to thank you for it. You don't have to go through all this trouble for me... but you did."
Arnold looks back at Helga. "Hey, it alright."
"No, it's not alright. I'm always so mean to you and so foul and so cruel... but you helped me anyway. You're always helping me and you don't get anything in return." Helga remains quiet for a while. "Hey, why DO you keep helping me?"
"I don't know. I just figure it's the right thing to do. I mean, even if I don't get anything in return, I still know that deep inside you appreciate it."
Helga lets out a sigh. "Well, thank you for everything, Arnold."
"Your welcome, Helga." Arnold clicks the light off.
Helga pulls the blanket over her eyes and sighs lovingly. "Oh, Arnold..."
"Did you say something?"
"No! I didn't say anything! Leave me alone, football-head!"
Arnold just shrugs. "Okay then."
The next day, Arnold and Helga went out to prove Bob's innocence. "The first thing we have to do is find out the name of the lady. What do we know about her?"
"Well, she was in his beeper commercial. I don't know her name though."
"Then maybe we can get a picture of her from the commercial."
"Nah, I already thought about that. Her face is kind of covered up by this writing that flashes on the screen. It's really hard to see her face."
"Well, we could ask your dad. I imagine he would know."
"At let him know we're trying to help him? Trust me, my dad likes to keep to himself. He likes doing things himself when he wants it done right."
"It would still be the easiest way... we could use a fake name. Disguise our voice on the phone!"
"What are we going to do? 'Uh, yeah, Bob? I need the name of a girl in one of your beeper commercials? Reason? Oh, I really don't have one, I just need her name.' I don't think that'll work, Arnoldo!"
"Uh-huh. Yeah. Okay, thank you!" Arnold hangs up the payphone. "Well, her name is Lynn. She's shooting a Yahoo Soda commercial today at the arts festival."
"Hey, there's a festival in town?"
"Apparently. It just seems these things pop up at the most convenient times. It's just all to easy..."
"I can't believe that worked! Well, all we need to do now is hoof it down there."
"Come on, let's go."
The banner read, 'First Annual City Wide Art Show'. Arnold and Helga went to help booth. Arnold approached the man at the booth but stopped for a minute. "Hey, you work at that party store on Cheffington me and Gerald applied to!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about! I'm Dante, I'm running the booth, what do you need help with?"
"We heard a Yahoo Soda commercial's being shot here today."
"Yeah, there also having the Yahoo challenge. Seeing if anyone will try another brand of soda over Yahoo. Why do you ask?"
"We need to talk with someone down on the set. How do we get there?"
Dante lets out a huge breath of air and hands Arnold a map. "They're right by the impressionist booth and across the way from the music stage. The White Stripes'll be performing in about a half hour."
"Okay, thanks." Arnold and Helga both walk away from the booth.
Dante sits in the folding chair that sat behind the counter of the booth and sighed. "I'm not even supposed to be here today!"
"Excuse me, do you knw where we can find Lynn? We're her sister's children, we need to ask her some questions."
The female security guard looked down at Helga. "You don't look anything like her. You're not lying, are you?"
"No," replied Helga. "I take after my father."
Arnold added to it, "And I take after my grandpa."
The security guard gave in. "Alright, go in the tent. They're getting their make-up on and what not for the big dance sequence. You've got five minutes."
Helga hugged the waist of the guard. "Oh, thank you! Our aunt will be so happy to see us! You don't know how important this is!" They walk on in. "You know, Arnold. This was easier than I thought. Either that or these people are freakin' stupid!"
"Hey, be nice." They walk down an isle of women in a portable tent. Cheap plastic mirrors align the sides with paper name tags over the mirrors that label the women at the chair like a gas station pump. They finally come across the last mirror in the row. The piece of paper on the mirror said 'Lynn'. But the chair was empty.
"Ah!" Helga kicked the chair. "Right when it seems like we have it made!"
A voice is heard behind them. "Who are you two?!"
They both spin around quickly. Helga's jaw drops. "Oh my gosh, it's you!"
To Be Continued...
Who is it? Wanna know? Keep Reading, yo!
