It was only two years after Arnold, Gerald and Helga saved the
neighborhood. The neighborhood was holding an anniversary concert in the
streets. An exact replica of Arnold's 'Blockapolooza.'
Arnold stared up at the skyroof as he laid in his bed. He heard the music blaring outside and saw some lost balloons fly over his skyroof as he thought of this joyous occasion.
The mayor had decided to create this an annual holiday showing appreaciation towards Arnold and Gerald. Gerald and Arnold accepted, yet Arnold felt slightly guilty accepting it with one major fact hidden in the dark.
Helga had been there practically moving them around FTI like pawns to save the neighborhood. Without her Arnold would probably be living in Canada eating Abner right now. Yet she had not recieved no credit for what she had done.
His thoughts were interrupted by Geralds incoherrant ranting behind Arnolds door.
"Yo man! Open up! We gotta get down there in about half an hour!" Gerald called the remembrance of the two's heroic deeds were always the last thing before everyone left.
"Alright Gerald. See you downstairs!" Arnold called back.
Arnold got up and fixed his outfit that he claimed for the fifth grade. For some strange reason Arnold was suddenly attatched to long sleeved shirts with collars, with the sleeves rolled up, and black jeans with black shoes. The last outfit he wore ever since two years ago...
Arnold walked down the stairs, he was determined to have someone else noticed in the spotlight, and it's going to happen now. He ran out the door and stood on his stoop. The crowd outside the door cheered as he appeared. Blushing slightly, not used to the glamour even after two years, and waved. everyone cheered some more than continued with what they had been doing.
Arnold did a check on his stoop looking for a pink bow or a japanese girl carrying an original sign from the first Blockapalooza. He instantly saw the sign. Quickly with fifteen minutes to spare he ran through the throng of people towards the sign without knocking anyone over. ~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey look Helga! There's Arnold!" Phoebe cheered. As she faved her sign that sayed in big red writing Save The HOOD! "Helga?"
She turned to see her friend sitting on a stoop looking up at the sky with a distant look. Helga had been rushed out of the house by her parents and couldn't put her hair up in pigtails or put on the bow so she had her hair in a ponytail from a scrunchie Phoebe gave her.
Phoebe knew all about what had happened and pitied her friend. She couldn't enjoy the yearly festivities with everyone, and she barely was seen without a distant look anymore. She was alway in thought and barely spoke a rude word, or yelled, threatened or even pull a small joke anymore. Even after all those times she had projects with Arnold in the fifthe and sixth grade, she was never the same.
"Come on Helga, it was two years ago. Forget about it! Arnold was just too shock to reply to you back then! He and Gerald were just so preoccupied with their mission to save the neighborhood, you'd do that too if you were in his predicament!" Phoebe tried to console her friend, but almost nothing work, not even the idea of Arnold comming over, wait. Yeah he is comming over!
"Helga?" He asked as he approached the two. Phoebe sighed and shrugged. Only the three of them knew of her secret. Phoebe just used the information to help with Helga's problems, Helga was there to conceal the secret, although it really wasn't much of a secret if the person it's about knows, is it? And Arnold, he didn't know what to do, he just felt uncomftable around her everytime they were with each other, even if he did enjoy spending time with this Helga that was quiet, listened and was exceedingly helpful...
"Hey..." Was all he heard as a response. Suddenly he heard a call from Gerald.
"YO ARNOLD! HURRY UP! WE GOTTA GET UP THERE OR THE MAYOR'LL GO WACK!" He heard.
"ALRIGHT, I'LL GET THERE, JUST GOTTA GET SOMEONE!" Arnold called, and without any word he ran to the stoop Helga was on, grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the stage.
"Arnold! What are you doing?" She asked almost tripping over Choclate Boy and his coaco frappachino.
"Letting the truth out once and for all!" He replied. They reached the halfway point to the stage
"Arnold, you and Gerald deserve the credit! You did everything! Besides! I don't wanna go up there! I hate doing things in front of people!" Helga told him.
"Well you didn't mind during Romeo and Juliet now did you?" He replied quietly. He felt her stop at the foot of the stairs leading to the stage.
"Arnold, please...This day brings back bad memories, and I don't want to be remembered for them..." Helga told him pulling from his grip and rubbing her arm, her head bowing low.
"Please, I can't handle holding all this on my shoulders knwing we couldn't do jack squatt without you. Please, for me?" Arnold pleaded, practically on his knees. Helga said nothing. Arnold decided to take a stand. "Fine, you don't want to go up there, I'll just announce to the whole city what you did without your concent or not!"
Arnold marched up the stairs to hear Helga follow. He smirked as he saw her walk next to him.
"Thanks Helga." He told her as he put a comforting arm around her shoulder. He heard a lot of calls, shouts and screams from the crowd and a very distinct, call from Harold.
"Ooooh! It's Arrrrrr-nuld and Heeeeellllllll-ga! Sitting in a tree! K- I-S- uhhhh..."
"S, Harold?" Anrold heard Sid say.
"Yeah! S! I-N- uhhhhhh....Kiss-'iiiiiinnnnnggggg', what makes that 'ingggggggg' sound?" Harold called, there was a bunch of laughter and even more so as Harold began to cry and run to his mother.
"Now for the two hero's of the city! Arnold and Gerald, and looks like Arnold has a girlfriend!" The mayor announced.
"Technically speaking. She's a friend that's a girl." Arnold replied, a few laughs came and denial jokes. Arnold walked to the podium and spoke.
"Hello everyone, thanks for comming again! Hope you enjoyed this years festivities. But I have an important announcement. Gerald and I weren't the only people working on Mission: Neighborhood. This girl, Helga, G. Pataki was the main brain of the mission. We just played by what she gave us. Without her we wouldn't be here." There was a bunch of gasp and whispers.
"I know you're all wondering why am I telling this to you now? Why not sooner? In fact, I would have, but she wouldn't allow it. She wanted to stay out of the spotlight. For this I admire her for her humble, helpful attitude. So with a thought of debt towards her.." Anrold turned to Helga. "Thanks."
She smiled and gave him a hug. Gerald standing there still taking it all in. He had just heard of this news and it was actually pretty overwhelming to hear that all at once. The crowd was cheering and chanting random things. The most heard were, 'Arnold!', 'Helga!', 'Arnold and Helga and Gerald forever!' and 'Where's the beer and bathroom?'
"Well that's really amazing to hear! For this I will award you and your sixth grade class tickets to a musical and allow you all to be the first to try these new pills called, Music Syndrome. Allowing you to 'feel the beat of the day'. Very helpful for those people in your class who can't dance!" The mayor announced. The sixth grade class erupted with glee as the ran to the stage to recieve their prizes. ~~~~~~~~~~~
"Now why didn't you tell me?" Gerald asked as Arnold brushed his teeth. Gerald was sleeping over at Arnolds tonight and wasn't going to bed clueless.
"What do you mean?" Arnold asked.
"That Helga was Deep-Throat?" Gerald asked. "All you told me was it's a long story and you'll tell me later. Well it's later enough."
"Yes she was Deep-Throat and I figured her out." Arnold replied as they walked to his room.
"Yeah, but why'd she do it? She didn't really seem to like us, mainly you, back then." Gerald replied. He suddenly noticed a really red tint going over Arnold's face. "Why are you blushing?"
"N-n-nothing!" Arnold replied quickly. Gerald looked annoyed.
"Come on Arnold! I'm your best friend! Tell me!" Gerald complained as he walked in front of Arnold as he reached for the string to his staircase.
"Alright. She had done it because....because....she.....l-loves m- mmee-iiiisteries! Yeah she loves mysteries so she wanted a piece of the action to be like..uh..Carson Stew!" Arnold rushed and exhaled heavily as he pulled the string down, hoping Gerald didn't catch it, he didn't.
"She helped cause she wanted to be like Carson Stew? Dang, I thought you were gonna say she loved you!" Gerald joked and laughed, Arnold chuckled nervously, his blush increasing. Gerald caught it again.
"Man, if she just likes Carson Stew, why do you keep blushing when I mention her loving you? You two really going with each other, cause I told Sid that you two would get toget-" Gerald inquired, quickly interrupted by Arnold.
"NO!" Too loud... "I'm mean, come on, I don't want her to feel angry with me because I told her secret, she really likes...Carson Stew..." Arnold winced for some reason.
"All right, all right. Fine. Hey let's look at that prize you got us!" Gerald told him. Arnold sighed in relief and waled to the desk where the single wrapped pills and tickets sat.
"Dang, tickets to some lousy musical calld 'Kids of America' and these pills. 'Take before sleeping and the next day a whole new, better, beat that goes for you only will take over. May last for up to four days to a month.'" Gerald read the back. He smirked. "A new beat to your day? I gotta take this."
Arnold nodded as they took the pill and went to bed. Little did they no how much trouble that pill could get them in....
Arnold stared up at the skyroof as he laid in his bed. He heard the music blaring outside and saw some lost balloons fly over his skyroof as he thought of this joyous occasion.
The mayor had decided to create this an annual holiday showing appreaciation towards Arnold and Gerald. Gerald and Arnold accepted, yet Arnold felt slightly guilty accepting it with one major fact hidden in the dark.
Helga had been there practically moving them around FTI like pawns to save the neighborhood. Without her Arnold would probably be living in Canada eating Abner right now. Yet she had not recieved no credit for what she had done.
His thoughts were interrupted by Geralds incoherrant ranting behind Arnolds door.
"Yo man! Open up! We gotta get down there in about half an hour!" Gerald called the remembrance of the two's heroic deeds were always the last thing before everyone left.
"Alright Gerald. See you downstairs!" Arnold called back.
Arnold got up and fixed his outfit that he claimed for the fifth grade. For some strange reason Arnold was suddenly attatched to long sleeved shirts with collars, with the sleeves rolled up, and black jeans with black shoes. The last outfit he wore ever since two years ago...
Arnold walked down the stairs, he was determined to have someone else noticed in the spotlight, and it's going to happen now. He ran out the door and stood on his stoop. The crowd outside the door cheered as he appeared. Blushing slightly, not used to the glamour even after two years, and waved. everyone cheered some more than continued with what they had been doing.
Arnold did a check on his stoop looking for a pink bow or a japanese girl carrying an original sign from the first Blockapalooza. He instantly saw the sign. Quickly with fifteen minutes to spare he ran through the throng of people towards the sign without knocking anyone over. ~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey look Helga! There's Arnold!" Phoebe cheered. As she faved her sign that sayed in big red writing Save The HOOD! "Helga?"
She turned to see her friend sitting on a stoop looking up at the sky with a distant look. Helga had been rushed out of the house by her parents and couldn't put her hair up in pigtails or put on the bow so she had her hair in a ponytail from a scrunchie Phoebe gave her.
Phoebe knew all about what had happened and pitied her friend. She couldn't enjoy the yearly festivities with everyone, and she barely was seen without a distant look anymore. She was alway in thought and barely spoke a rude word, or yelled, threatened or even pull a small joke anymore. Even after all those times she had projects with Arnold in the fifthe and sixth grade, she was never the same.
"Come on Helga, it was two years ago. Forget about it! Arnold was just too shock to reply to you back then! He and Gerald were just so preoccupied with their mission to save the neighborhood, you'd do that too if you were in his predicament!" Phoebe tried to console her friend, but almost nothing work, not even the idea of Arnold comming over, wait. Yeah he is comming over!
"Helga?" He asked as he approached the two. Phoebe sighed and shrugged. Only the three of them knew of her secret. Phoebe just used the information to help with Helga's problems, Helga was there to conceal the secret, although it really wasn't much of a secret if the person it's about knows, is it? And Arnold, he didn't know what to do, he just felt uncomftable around her everytime they were with each other, even if he did enjoy spending time with this Helga that was quiet, listened and was exceedingly helpful...
"Hey..." Was all he heard as a response. Suddenly he heard a call from Gerald.
"YO ARNOLD! HURRY UP! WE GOTTA GET UP THERE OR THE MAYOR'LL GO WACK!" He heard.
"ALRIGHT, I'LL GET THERE, JUST GOTTA GET SOMEONE!" Arnold called, and without any word he ran to the stoop Helga was on, grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the stage.
"Arnold! What are you doing?" She asked almost tripping over Choclate Boy and his coaco frappachino.
"Letting the truth out once and for all!" He replied. They reached the halfway point to the stage
"Arnold, you and Gerald deserve the credit! You did everything! Besides! I don't wanna go up there! I hate doing things in front of people!" Helga told him.
"Well you didn't mind during Romeo and Juliet now did you?" He replied quietly. He felt her stop at the foot of the stairs leading to the stage.
"Arnold, please...This day brings back bad memories, and I don't want to be remembered for them..." Helga told him pulling from his grip and rubbing her arm, her head bowing low.
"Please, I can't handle holding all this on my shoulders knwing we couldn't do jack squatt without you. Please, for me?" Arnold pleaded, practically on his knees. Helga said nothing. Arnold decided to take a stand. "Fine, you don't want to go up there, I'll just announce to the whole city what you did without your concent or not!"
Arnold marched up the stairs to hear Helga follow. He smirked as he saw her walk next to him.
"Thanks Helga." He told her as he put a comforting arm around her shoulder. He heard a lot of calls, shouts and screams from the crowd and a very distinct, call from Harold.
"Ooooh! It's Arrrrrr-nuld and Heeeeellllllll-ga! Sitting in a tree! K- I-S- uhhhh..."
"S, Harold?" Anrold heard Sid say.
"Yeah! S! I-N- uhhhhhh....Kiss-'iiiiiinnnnnggggg', what makes that 'ingggggggg' sound?" Harold called, there was a bunch of laughter and even more so as Harold began to cry and run to his mother.
"Now for the two hero's of the city! Arnold and Gerald, and looks like Arnold has a girlfriend!" The mayor announced.
"Technically speaking. She's a friend that's a girl." Arnold replied, a few laughs came and denial jokes. Arnold walked to the podium and spoke.
"Hello everyone, thanks for comming again! Hope you enjoyed this years festivities. But I have an important announcement. Gerald and I weren't the only people working on Mission: Neighborhood. This girl, Helga, G. Pataki was the main brain of the mission. We just played by what she gave us. Without her we wouldn't be here." There was a bunch of gasp and whispers.
"I know you're all wondering why am I telling this to you now? Why not sooner? In fact, I would have, but she wouldn't allow it. She wanted to stay out of the spotlight. For this I admire her for her humble, helpful attitude. So with a thought of debt towards her.." Anrold turned to Helga. "Thanks."
She smiled and gave him a hug. Gerald standing there still taking it all in. He had just heard of this news and it was actually pretty overwhelming to hear that all at once. The crowd was cheering and chanting random things. The most heard were, 'Arnold!', 'Helga!', 'Arnold and Helga and Gerald forever!' and 'Where's the beer and bathroom?'
"Well that's really amazing to hear! For this I will award you and your sixth grade class tickets to a musical and allow you all to be the first to try these new pills called, Music Syndrome. Allowing you to 'feel the beat of the day'. Very helpful for those people in your class who can't dance!" The mayor announced. The sixth grade class erupted with glee as the ran to the stage to recieve their prizes. ~~~~~~~~~~~
"Now why didn't you tell me?" Gerald asked as Arnold brushed his teeth. Gerald was sleeping over at Arnolds tonight and wasn't going to bed clueless.
"What do you mean?" Arnold asked.
"That Helga was Deep-Throat?" Gerald asked. "All you told me was it's a long story and you'll tell me later. Well it's later enough."
"Yes she was Deep-Throat and I figured her out." Arnold replied as they walked to his room.
"Yeah, but why'd she do it? She didn't really seem to like us, mainly you, back then." Gerald replied. He suddenly noticed a really red tint going over Arnold's face. "Why are you blushing?"
"N-n-nothing!" Arnold replied quickly. Gerald looked annoyed.
"Come on Arnold! I'm your best friend! Tell me!" Gerald complained as he walked in front of Arnold as he reached for the string to his staircase.
"Alright. She had done it because....because....she.....l-loves m- mmee-iiiisteries! Yeah she loves mysteries so she wanted a piece of the action to be like..uh..Carson Stew!" Arnold rushed and exhaled heavily as he pulled the string down, hoping Gerald didn't catch it, he didn't.
"She helped cause she wanted to be like Carson Stew? Dang, I thought you were gonna say she loved you!" Gerald joked and laughed, Arnold chuckled nervously, his blush increasing. Gerald caught it again.
"Man, if she just likes Carson Stew, why do you keep blushing when I mention her loving you? You two really going with each other, cause I told Sid that you two would get toget-" Gerald inquired, quickly interrupted by Arnold.
"NO!" Too loud... "I'm mean, come on, I don't want her to feel angry with me because I told her secret, she really likes...Carson Stew..." Arnold winced for some reason.
"All right, all right. Fine. Hey let's look at that prize you got us!" Gerald told him. Arnold sighed in relief and waled to the desk where the single wrapped pills and tickets sat.
"Dang, tickets to some lousy musical calld 'Kids of America' and these pills. 'Take before sleeping and the next day a whole new, better, beat that goes for you only will take over. May last for up to four days to a month.'" Gerald read the back. He smirked. "A new beat to your day? I gotta take this."
Arnold nodded as they took the pill and went to bed. Little did they no how much trouble that pill could get them in....