Hello, I'm final back! *sneeze* sorry I took so long, I am sick, but I didn't want to just
completely stop writing for a while. That's just not right!!!!! On with the disclaimer!!
Disclaimer: ok, let's get one thing straight... if I did own Hey Arnold! why would I be writing this
here instead of making it into an episode? Plus, I'm only 13 «, I can't own something like this!!
Doi! *sneeze, cough, cough*
Helga: oh crap, this is just my luck...
Phoebe: what's that Helga?
Helga: (lays the phone back in it's cradle) I have to get a make-over if I join their stupid la-de-da
group! (Turns and looks at Phoebe) why did you make me do this?
Phoebe: do what, Helga?
Helga: don't play dumb, Pheebs. You know you're the one that told me to tell her I would join
her group!!
Phoebe: Helga, calm down! (Puts her hands on Helga's shoulders to help calm her) now, listen to
me... I have an idea, even though they are now blackmailing me too, I still will help. Oh, and I'm
not playing dumb, 'cause for a minute I had no idea what you were talking about.
Helga: oh, ok. (Walks to her bed, and sits down) I'm suppose to go to her house in one hour, so
tell me you little plan. Wait, doesn't the having to tell Arnold I'm joining Lila's group disturb your
plan?
Phoebe: a little, but not much. But it will help!
Helga: come again?
Phoebe: ok, let me explain... first, you join the group.
Helga: we already got that idea established.
Phoebe: let me finish! Second, I tell Arnold about it. Third, you get that make-over-
Helga: (interrupting) wait! How'd you know about the make-over?
Phoebe: *shrug* well, it's just that one day I hoped that I would join Lila's group-with you of
course-so I asked everyone I could think of about what they do to people that joining, and what
jobs they get.
Helga: uh... huh.
Phoebe: now, like I was saying... fourth, he starts to think you're even more beautiful than he
thought. Fifth, he asks Lila to the prom.
Helga: PHOEBE!
Phoebe: LET ME FINISH!! Ok, sixth, Lila 'mysteriously' gets sick.
Helga: how is she going to get sick?
Phoebe: *smile* a little something called food poisoning.
Helga: (hugs Phoebe) you are a genius, Pheebs!
Phoebe: I know. Well, seventh, Arnold can't find another date, so you talk to him about it.
Eighth, he asks you. Ninth, it gets mushy as you'd say.
Helga: (lets go of Phoebe) you ARE a genius, that's for sure.
Phoebe: you already said that.
Helga: just making sure you know it. (Looks at watch) crimany! We talked a little longer than
expected! It's almost been an hour since I got off the phone with Lila! Sorry Pheebs, gotta run!
(Runs out her door)
she runs down the street to Lila's house, and when she gets there she was greeted by Lila herself.
Lila: Helga! You're a little early! Come in, come in. (Shoves Helga into her house, and up to her
room) ok then, what should we do first Rhonda?
Rhonda: lets ask her what color she wants to be her main color she will wear.
Helga: well, what colors do you have to choose from?
Lila: pink, blue-
Helga: but blue is yours?
Lila: no, mine is really green, but I just like to wear blue flowers in my hair, blue eyeshadow, and
a blue skirt. I choose green 'cause I thought that these boots look good as green. Now, there is
pink, blue, red, primrose, orange, black, or just plain white. Which do you want?
Helga: well... I really don't know. Pink was my old one when we were in elementary, so I don't
want that color. (Lila crosses out 'pink' on a piece of paper) and primrose is basically pink, so no
to that. (Lila does it again). I think I'll go with... blue. I'm starting to like that color. (Thinking)
plus, Arnold likes that color...
Lila: (breaking Helga from her thoughts). Then that's settled! (Puts a check mark next to blue on
the piece of paper). Now, what size foot do you have?
Helga: 8 «.
Lila: ok then. (Grabs a shoe box, and hands it to Helga). If you're going to be in my group, you
HAVE to wear these. Or else... well, lets say that Arnold will know a lot more about you then he
ever did. *smirk* try them on.
Helga: (opens the box, and sees blue caprini platforms). Great... (takes them out, and tries them
on). Not bad, just a little not my taste. (Walks around in them a little bit). Comfortable. Just a
little not my style, that's all.
Lila: we expected as much. Now, which one of these shirts would you like? (She holds up one
shirt that was a blue turtle neck, with a pink heart design that went around the collar. Then she
held another one that was baby blue striped with spaghetti straps, and it came down to a point,
leaving the belly button visible. Last but not least, she held up a azure halter top).
Helga: the second one, I guess.
Lila: good choice! (Hands the shirt to Helga). Now, what skirt?
Helga: do I have to wear a skirt?
Lila: yes, now don't interrupt! (She holds up a pink mini skirt. Then a green crinkle skirt, that had
pink flowers all over it. Last but not least, she held up a primrose skirt that came down to her
knees).
Helga: I think... the last one, I guess.
Lila: (hands the last skirt to Helga). You aren't as bad at choosing clothes as I thought! (Helga
scowls). No offence. Now, leave the rest to us, after you get dressed, which you're going to do in
here! (Pushes Helga into her private bathroom). Hurry up, Helga! I can't wait all day, 'cause we
have a meeting in one hour.
Helga: (after a few minutes she comes out in the beautiful outfit that she had chosen). Ok, now
what are you going to do to me?
Lila: (pulls Helga over to a chair, and pushes her in it). We're going to do your hair and make
up!!!
Helga: (rolls eyes). Oh please.
Lila: ok, lets get started Rhonda, this could take a while.
After a half hour, they are finally done.
Lila: you look fabulous! (Holds mirror in front of Helga).
Helga: (observes her blue lip-gloss, blue eyeshadow, and long french braid in her hair held with a
blue bow at the end). Not bad.
Lila: what are talking about!? It's wonderful! Rhonda and I are natural beauticians!
Helga: (rolls eyes again). Crimany. (Thinking) ok, now Arnold will start to think I'm beautiful.
Hopefully. Pheh, knowing him he'll take one look at the new me, and fall head over heels. Not
that he's shallow, but he still goes for a pretty face. 'course, that WAS a while ago...
Lila: (waving a hand in front of Helga's face). You who, is anyone in there?
Helga: (shakes her head, to come back to reality) oh, sorry Lila. Just thinking.
completely stop writing for a while. That's just not right!!!!! On with the disclaimer!!
Disclaimer: ok, let's get one thing straight... if I did own Hey Arnold! why would I be writing this
here instead of making it into an episode? Plus, I'm only 13 «, I can't own something like this!!
Doi! *sneeze, cough, cough*
Helga: oh crap, this is just my luck...
Phoebe: what's that Helga?
Helga: (lays the phone back in it's cradle) I have to get a make-over if I join their stupid la-de-da
group! (Turns and looks at Phoebe) why did you make me do this?
Phoebe: do what, Helga?
Helga: don't play dumb, Pheebs. You know you're the one that told me to tell her I would join
her group!!
Phoebe: Helga, calm down! (Puts her hands on Helga's shoulders to help calm her) now, listen to
me... I have an idea, even though they are now blackmailing me too, I still will help. Oh, and I'm
not playing dumb, 'cause for a minute I had no idea what you were talking about.
Helga: oh, ok. (Walks to her bed, and sits down) I'm suppose to go to her house in one hour, so
tell me you little plan. Wait, doesn't the having to tell Arnold I'm joining Lila's group disturb your
plan?
Phoebe: a little, but not much. But it will help!
Helga: come again?
Phoebe: ok, let me explain... first, you join the group.
Helga: we already got that idea established.
Phoebe: let me finish! Second, I tell Arnold about it. Third, you get that make-over-
Helga: (interrupting) wait! How'd you know about the make-over?
Phoebe: *shrug* well, it's just that one day I hoped that I would join Lila's group-with you of
course-so I asked everyone I could think of about what they do to people that joining, and what
jobs they get.
Helga: uh... huh.
Phoebe: now, like I was saying... fourth, he starts to think you're even more beautiful than he
thought. Fifth, he asks Lila to the prom.
Helga: PHOEBE!
Phoebe: LET ME FINISH!! Ok, sixth, Lila 'mysteriously' gets sick.
Helga: how is she going to get sick?
Phoebe: *smile* a little something called food poisoning.
Helga: (hugs Phoebe) you are a genius, Pheebs!
Phoebe: I know. Well, seventh, Arnold can't find another date, so you talk to him about it.
Eighth, he asks you. Ninth, it gets mushy as you'd say.
Helga: (lets go of Phoebe) you ARE a genius, that's for sure.
Phoebe: you already said that.
Helga: just making sure you know it. (Looks at watch) crimany! We talked a little longer than
expected! It's almost been an hour since I got off the phone with Lila! Sorry Pheebs, gotta run!
(Runs out her door)
she runs down the street to Lila's house, and when she gets there she was greeted by Lila herself.
Lila: Helga! You're a little early! Come in, come in. (Shoves Helga into her house, and up to her
room) ok then, what should we do first Rhonda?
Rhonda: lets ask her what color she wants to be her main color she will wear.
Helga: well, what colors do you have to choose from?
Lila: pink, blue-
Helga: but blue is yours?
Lila: no, mine is really green, but I just like to wear blue flowers in my hair, blue eyeshadow, and
a blue skirt. I choose green 'cause I thought that these boots look good as green. Now, there is
pink, blue, red, primrose, orange, black, or just plain white. Which do you want?
Helga: well... I really don't know. Pink was my old one when we were in elementary, so I don't
want that color. (Lila crosses out 'pink' on a piece of paper) and primrose is basically pink, so no
to that. (Lila does it again). I think I'll go with... blue. I'm starting to like that color. (Thinking)
plus, Arnold likes that color...
Lila: (breaking Helga from her thoughts). Then that's settled! (Puts a check mark next to blue on
the piece of paper). Now, what size foot do you have?
Helga: 8 «.
Lila: ok then. (Grabs a shoe box, and hands it to Helga). If you're going to be in my group, you
HAVE to wear these. Or else... well, lets say that Arnold will know a lot more about you then he
ever did. *smirk* try them on.
Helga: (opens the box, and sees blue caprini platforms). Great... (takes them out, and tries them
on). Not bad, just a little not my taste. (Walks around in them a little bit). Comfortable. Just a
little not my style, that's all.
Lila: we expected as much. Now, which one of these shirts would you like? (She holds up one
shirt that was a blue turtle neck, with a pink heart design that went around the collar. Then she
held another one that was baby blue striped with spaghetti straps, and it came down to a point,
leaving the belly button visible. Last but not least, she held up a azure halter top).
Helga: the second one, I guess.
Lila: good choice! (Hands the shirt to Helga). Now, what skirt?
Helga: do I have to wear a skirt?
Lila: yes, now don't interrupt! (She holds up a pink mini skirt. Then a green crinkle skirt, that had
pink flowers all over it. Last but not least, she held up a primrose skirt that came down to her
knees).
Helga: I think... the last one, I guess.
Lila: (hands the last skirt to Helga). You aren't as bad at choosing clothes as I thought! (Helga
scowls). No offence. Now, leave the rest to us, after you get dressed, which you're going to do in
here! (Pushes Helga into her private bathroom). Hurry up, Helga! I can't wait all day, 'cause we
have a meeting in one hour.
Helga: (after a few minutes she comes out in the beautiful outfit that she had chosen). Ok, now
what are you going to do to me?
Lila: (pulls Helga over to a chair, and pushes her in it). We're going to do your hair and make
up!!!
Helga: (rolls eyes). Oh please.
Lila: ok, lets get started Rhonda, this could take a while.
After a half hour, they are finally done.
Lila: you look fabulous! (Holds mirror in front of Helga).
Helga: (observes her blue lip-gloss, blue eyeshadow, and long french braid in her hair held with a
blue bow at the end). Not bad.
Lila: what are talking about!? It's wonderful! Rhonda and I are natural beauticians!
Helga: (rolls eyes again). Crimany. (Thinking) ok, now Arnold will start to think I'm beautiful.
Hopefully. Pheh, knowing him he'll take one look at the new me, and fall head over heels. Not
that he's shallow, but he still goes for a pretty face. 'course, that WAS a while ago...
Lila: (waving a hand in front of Helga's face). You who, is anyone in there?
Helga: (shakes her head, to come back to reality) oh, sorry Lila. Just thinking.