More Than a Pageant
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold in any way. (Craig Bartlett does) I just own the idea of this fanfic unless someone else does that I don't know about. (Oh and by the way, I can't write in paragraph form, so I write in script form.K?()
Scene: In Helga's room, she is lying on her bed with all her school books on the floor. She is beaming from ear to ear because school just got out.
Helga: This is great!! No more school, no more homework, no more work, YES!! Ah! This is the life! All I gotta do this summer is sit back, watch wrestling all day, eat a whole bunch of junk food and hang out with Phoebe. This is great!
Bob walks in after she finishes her sentence.
Bob: Hey Helga. I need to talk to you for a second.
Helga:( Sighs) (Annoyed) What do you want Bob!?
Bob: Well, I was walking in the door when I saw this flyer for a beauty pageant that your sister Olga was in and I went and signed you up for it.
Helga's mouth drops as he says this.
Helga: You did, WHAT!?!?!?!?
Bob: Well, your sister Olga won first place in all of those beauty pageants. That is when all the boys started going after her.(he keeps talking)
Helga: (thinking) Boys? Arnold! Yes! This is it! This is where Arnold can finally recognize me!! But what about my reputation? It will be completely ruined! Oh well! As long as I have Arnold!!! (Outloud) Yeah yeah, great for Olga. Now, when did you say it was?
Bob: It is in one month. I found one of your little friends to help you get ready for this show. She really seems to know what she's talking about, plus, she said she would pay for your dress and everything!! She's loaded!
Helga: Oh no!!! You didn't get.
Just as she was about to finish her sentence, the doorbell rang.
Bob: Oh, that's her right now. C'mon Olga!
Helga: It's Helga dad! H-E-L-G-A!!!!!!
Bob: Oh c'mon! I know how to spell Olga.(He opens the door) Hi, uh, what's your name again?
Helga's jaw drops out of her mouth in shock.
Rhonda: I'm Rhonda. Where's Helga?
Bob: Oh the girl's right here. Why don't you two go up to Helga's room?
Helga: My room!?!? NO! We can't do that!
Rhonda: Why not?
Helga: (Stuttering) Well, it would probably be easier if we did this in the living room, or in my back yard! He he.
Rhonda: Well, actually, I thought that we would go get you fitted for a dress first.
Helga: Oh, great. Shopping.
Rhonda: Let's go.
Helga: But.
Rhonda grabs Helga by the wrist and drags her out the door before she can finish.
Scene: Rhonda and Helga are in a fancy shop where they are fitting Helga into a long flowing gown. Helga has her hair down in the Cecil look. She is trying on a long flowing pink gown with spaghetti straps. Rhonda is amazed at how pretty she looks but of course she doesn't show it.
Rhonda: Well well Helga. You don't look half-bad.
Helga: Well, hey! I was signed up for this contest out of my own free will! My dad signed me up because Olga was in it and won first place.
Rhonda: Well, I'm not surprised that she won first place.
Helga does her signature scowl. Just then Arnold walks in.
Helga: Arnold!! (Thinking) Oh no! If Rhonda tells him it's me, he'll know that I was the fake Cecil!! He can't know!!
Arnold: Hi Rhonda, is that. Cecil!?!?!
Rhonda: Cecil!? Oh no! That's Hel.
Helga: (She covers Rhonda's mouth and says in her french accent) Yes Arnold. It's me. Rhonda and I must talk for a minute. (Helga grabs Rhonda by the wrist and drags her behind some displays.) (In her regular voice) Rhonda! Don't let him know it's me! OK!
Rhonda: But, why!? Wait!! So you're the fake Cecil that Arnold fell crazy in love with!
Helga: Huh? Crazy in. love?
Rhonda: Yeah, after he met her, I mean you, he couldn't sleep, eat or do anything because all he could think about is who she was!
Helga: (Excited) Are you serious!
Rhonda: Yeah, now would be the perfect time to tell him. But wait, why were you the fake Cecil? Were you paid to do it, or wait a second. You don't like him like.
Helga: (Interrupting) What!? Are you crazy!? Me, love that stupid football head?
Rhonda: It's totally obvious now!! C'mon just tell him!
Helga: NO! We have to get out of here with out him knowing it's really me.
Rhonda: Ok. Suit yourself but we have to finish fitting the dress first. They're almost done.
Helga: Ok.
They walk out and Arnold's still standing there.
Arnold: So, what are you guys doing here?
Rhonda: We're getting dresses for the beauty pageant.
Arnold: Oh really? I'm going to that. (He turns to Helga/Cecil with a dreamy look in his eyes.) I guess I'll see you there. Then maybe I can figure out who you are.
Helga: (She sighs and then starts to get that look in her eyes but then snaps out of it) (In her French accent) Yes, maybe someday you'll figure out that I was always in your reach, you just didn't know it.
Rhonda: Ok, why are you here Arnold?
Arnold: I have to get fitted for a tuxedo for the beauty pageant.
Helga is going off into a daze and staring at Arnold. Rhonda notices and decides that it is time to leave before she says anything.
Rhonda: Ok, I think it's time for us to leave. C'mon Hel. I mean Cecile!
Helga: (Still has that dazed look in her eyes and with a French accent.) Coming Rhonda. See you later Arnold.
She goes over to him and kisses him on the cheek. He gets a goofy look on his face and faints.
TBC Remember, Arnold is still dense and doesn't know this is Helga. I know Rhonda is OOC but she had to fit in somehow. And remember, this is revised. This was the first one I wrote when I was starting to get ideas.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold in any way. (Craig Bartlett does) I just own the idea of this fanfic unless someone else does that I don't know about. (Oh and by the way, I can't write in paragraph form, so I write in script form.K?()
Scene: In Helga's room, she is lying on her bed with all her school books on the floor. She is beaming from ear to ear because school just got out.
Helga: This is great!! No more school, no more homework, no more work, YES!! Ah! This is the life! All I gotta do this summer is sit back, watch wrestling all day, eat a whole bunch of junk food and hang out with Phoebe. This is great!
Bob walks in after she finishes her sentence.
Bob: Hey Helga. I need to talk to you for a second.
Helga:( Sighs) (Annoyed) What do you want Bob!?
Bob: Well, I was walking in the door when I saw this flyer for a beauty pageant that your sister Olga was in and I went and signed you up for it.
Helga's mouth drops as he says this.
Helga: You did, WHAT!?!?!?!?
Bob: Well, your sister Olga won first place in all of those beauty pageants. That is when all the boys started going after her.(he keeps talking)
Helga: (thinking) Boys? Arnold! Yes! This is it! This is where Arnold can finally recognize me!! But what about my reputation? It will be completely ruined! Oh well! As long as I have Arnold!!! (Outloud) Yeah yeah, great for Olga. Now, when did you say it was?
Bob: It is in one month. I found one of your little friends to help you get ready for this show. She really seems to know what she's talking about, plus, she said she would pay for your dress and everything!! She's loaded!
Helga: Oh no!!! You didn't get.
Just as she was about to finish her sentence, the doorbell rang.
Bob: Oh, that's her right now. C'mon Olga!
Helga: It's Helga dad! H-E-L-G-A!!!!!!
Bob: Oh c'mon! I know how to spell Olga.(He opens the door) Hi, uh, what's your name again?
Helga's jaw drops out of her mouth in shock.
Rhonda: I'm Rhonda. Where's Helga?
Bob: Oh the girl's right here. Why don't you two go up to Helga's room?
Helga: My room!?!? NO! We can't do that!
Rhonda: Why not?
Helga: (Stuttering) Well, it would probably be easier if we did this in the living room, or in my back yard! He he.
Rhonda: Well, actually, I thought that we would go get you fitted for a dress first.
Helga: Oh, great. Shopping.
Rhonda: Let's go.
Helga: But.
Rhonda grabs Helga by the wrist and drags her out the door before she can finish.
Scene: Rhonda and Helga are in a fancy shop where they are fitting Helga into a long flowing gown. Helga has her hair down in the Cecil look. She is trying on a long flowing pink gown with spaghetti straps. Rhonda is amazed at how pretty she looks but of course she doesn't show it.
Rhonda: Well well Helga. You don't look half-bad.
Helga: Well, hey! I was signed up for this contest out of my own free will! My dad signed me up because Olga was in it and won first place.
Rhonda: Well, I'm not surprised that she won first place.
Helga does her signature scowl. Just then Arnold walks in.
Helga: Arnold!! (Thinking) Oh no! If Rhonda tells him it's me, he'll know that I was the fake Cecil!! He can't know!!
Arnold: Hi Rhonda, is that. Cecil!?!?!
Rhonda: Cecil!? Oh no! That's Hel.
Helga: (She covers Rhonda's mouth and says in her french accent) Yes Arnold. It's me. Rhonda and I must talk for a minute. (Helga grabs Rhonda by the wrist and drags her behind some displays.) (In her regular voice) Rhonda! Don't let him know it's me! OK!
Rhonda: But, why!? Wait!! So you're the fake Cecil that Arnold fell crazy in love with!
Helga: Huh? Crazy in. love?
Rhonda: Yeah, after he met her, I mean you, he couldn't sleep, eat or do anything because all he could think about is who she was!
Helga: (Excited) Are you serious!
Rhonda: Yeah, now would be the perfect time to tell him. But wait, why were you the fake Cecil? Were you paid to do it, or wait a second. You don't like him like.
Helga: (Interrupting) What!? Are you crazy!? Me, love that stupid football head?
Rhonda: It's totally obvious now!! C'mon just tell him!
Helga: NO! We have to get out of here with out him knowing it's really me.
Rhonda: Ok. Suit yourself but we have to finish fitting the dress first. They're almost done.
Helga: Ok.
They walk out and Arnold's still standing there.
Arnold: So, what are you guys doing here?
Rhonda: We're getting dresses for the beauty pageant.
Arnold: Oh really? I'm going to that. (He turns to Helga/Cecil with a dreamy look in his eyes.) I guess I'll see you there. Then maybe I can figure out who you are.
Helga: (She sighs and then starts to get that look in her eyes but then snaps out of it) (In her French accent) Yes, maybe someday you'll figure out that I was always in your reach, you just didn't know it.
Rhonda: Ok, why are you here Arnold?
Arnold: I have to get fitted for a tuxedo for the beauty pageant.
Helga is going off into a daze and staring at Arnold. Rhonda notices and decides that it is time to leave before she says anything.
Rhonda: Ok, I think it's time for us to leave. C'mon Hel. I mean Cecile!
Helga: (Still has that dazed look in her eyes and with a French accent.) Coming Rhonda. See you later Arnold.
She goes over to him and kisses him on the cheek. He gets a goofy look on his face and faints.
TBC Remember, Arnold is still dense and doesn't know this is Helga. I know Rhonda is OOC but she had to fit in somehow. And remember, this is revised. This was the first one I wrote when I was starting to get ideas.
