Halloween Howls

Part Six: Who Ya Gonna Call?

"WHAT?!" Gerald's voice rang out over the phone.

"Please Gerald," Phoebe begged, "Helga and I are desperate for an act and you and Arnold have a lot of talent."

"Well, I am pretty talented," Gerald admitted, "I mean, I really knocked em dead at the fourth grade concert."

"Exactly," Phoebe agreed, "so will you help us Gerald? It's only one night."

"Well…okay Phoebe. I'll do it for you." he sighed.

Phoebe blushed, "Thanks Gerald. And don't worry. We'll all have a great time."

Gerald smiled, "I know Phoebe. See you tomorrow in Gerald Field to practice."

"Alright, bye."

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"Arnold! Telephone!!!" Arnold's grandpa yelled.

"Who is it Grandpa?" Arnold called back from his room.

"Oh I dunno, it sounds like that little girl with the one eyebrow who's always bullying you and stuff."

"HELGA?!" Arnold tripped over himself to get to his phone.

"Yeah, that's the one." After Arnold picked up his Grandpa hung up the other phone and went back to watching his stories chuckling. "Ah youth, one day they're at each others throats, the next, they're inseparable and even going out."

"Hello, Helga?" Arnold asked into the receiver.

"No, it's Rhonda, I'm calling to yell at you because your socks didn't match." Helga replied sarcastically.

Yep, Arnold thought, it's Helga. "How've you been?"

Ohhh, he wants to know how I've been! Helga sighed dreamily in her head. "Fine. And you? Great to hear it. So Football Head, I need a favor."

Arnold groaned, "What's the favor?"

"I need ya to come in your little Ghostbusters suit and play in a band with me, Phoebs, and Geraldo for the Halloween dance."

An awkward pause followed before Arnold responded, "Let me get this straight. You want me to come in my costume and perform in front of the whole class with you, Phoebe, and Gerald?"

"Yeah, and you might have to sing too."

"Helga…"

"C'mon Arnold!" Helga snapped, "You've learned my most intimate, highly guarded secret! The LEAST you can do is help me out with this band thing."

"Fine Helga," he moaned, "when's practice?"

"Tomorrow in Gerald Field. Be there."

"Or what?" Arnold joked.

Helga smirked, "Or Old Betsy's coming after you."

"I wouldn't want that huh?" Arnold was enjoying teasing her.

"Depends…" Helga answered calmly, "…how fond are you of your TEETH?!"

"Okay okay Helga," Arnold laughed, "I get the picture, I'll be there."

Helga laughed too, "See Football Head, I knew you had a dangerous side. I gotta go, so I'll see ya when I see ya."

"Bye Helga," Arnold sounded almost disappointed that she had to hang up so soon. He must've been breaking through those walls of hers again.

The line went dead after a brief pause and Arnold fell back on his bed. Why do I let her talk me into these things?

Because you love her, an inner voice answered.

But WHY do I love her so much?

How should I know? I'm your inner voice, not a therapist!

Arnold chuckled to himself, looking up through the skylight. Was the reason really that important? He knew he loved Helga, and for Arnold, that was enough.

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*I'm starting to have a lot of fun with this fiction. I hope you are too. ^_^ And in case I forget to wish you one later…Happy Halloween everyone!*