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******Yep. Uhuh. Huyup. YESIREE, BOB. Im happy, hehehe.******
****** I think I'll put a quote here. No real reason as to why it's here, and im not too sure if it has anything to do with anything. Heh, I jest like the quote. So here it is, a Brak quote straight from the mouth of Brak: "Love is a happy time, all across the universe. It's when a male part of the species goes to the female part of the species and says, 'hey, you wanna go on a date?' (high voice here) 'sure, id love to go on a date' If yer lucky! So then they go to a restaurant and she orders something called a 'salad' and he orders a big ol piece of beef. And then he eats it. And that, Ladies and Gennlemen, is LOVE. Kinda makes you wanna cry, doesn't it?" Ah, Brak. We love thee so. ******
******Disclaimer: i would like to give a short speech...*deep breath* I- DONT-OWN-ANYTHING-AND-IF-I-DID-I-WOULDNT-BE-HERE- WRITING-STORIES-THAT- NO-ONE-IN-THEIR-RIGHT-MIND- WOULD-READ-OR-ENJOY-AND-IF-YOU-TRY-TO-SUE-ME- YOU- WONT-GET-ANYTHING-ON-ACCOUNTA-I-HAVE-NO-MONEY- AND-ALL-MY-BABYSITTING- MONEY-GOES-TO-THE-LIBRARY- FUND-CUZ-I-DONT-KNOW-HOW-TO-RETURN-BOOKS-ON- TIME!!!!!!!!!! *faints* ******
Things remained the same for days, weeks, months. Helga spoke to no one, Arnold and Phoebe worried, the rest of the kids were relieved that Helga wasn't picking on them.
Arnold didn't celebrate his birthday that year. He was too depressed to celebrate anything.
The day after his birthday, October 5. An especially painful day for Arnold. The anniversary of his parents disappearance. Nine years of waiting for his parents to return. Nine years. Feeling more depressed than usual on this day, Arnold decided to give up. What was the point of hoping for something that would never happen? His parents were never coming back. It was time he try to forget about silly childhood fantasies. He packed up all of the things he owned that reminded him of his parents and began to put them away.
"What're ya doin there?"
Ah, Phil. Always there with his odd advice and pointless yet meaningful conversation. He smiled somewhat sadly at Arnold, knowing perfectly well what was wrong.
Arnold told his Grandpa anyway. He was putting his parents things in the attic. He never wanted to think about them again.
Why not? There wasn't anything wrong with thinking about them, after all they were his parents. But Arnold wasn't really in the mood. He wanted to forget them. Dreams were a waste of time. Good things weren't going to happen.
Something fell. A worn out, brown leather book. Upon closer inspection, Arnold found it to be a journal. More specifically, his father's journal.
He begged his Grandpa to read it, and they went downstairs to the living room. They sat on the couch and Phil read to Arnold his father's amazing tale of his mother and fathers adventures. Arnold learned things that Phil had never been able to tell him about how his parents had met, their adventures together.
He found out about his parents' wedding in San Lorenzo (Phil had been there, of course, but there were some things best heard from someone other than Arnold's Grandpa, who was known to try to make things interesting). There was one page Phil began to read, but quickly stopped and with an odd excuse, ripped out and stuffed into his back pocket. Arnold smiled. His Grandpa was quite a character and he decided that what had been on that page probably wasn't too important or else he would have read it.
The journal told Arnold the story of when Arnold was born. As his Grandma sang and danced with the pig, Abner, Arnold found out that he was a miracle baby, born during a volcanic eruption. When he was born, he had, "silenced all of nature". Arnold had been a bit embarrassed by the way his Grandpa was telling the story, but amazed all the same. He learned that he was named after his mother's father, and Phil complained that Arnold should have been named Phil. The jungle was too dangerous, so his parents brought Arnold to Hillwood, the place of his fathers' childhood. The boarders loved Arnold, and so did his Grandparents. They loved to play with the new baby, and Arnold loved them.
Many bathroom breaks and sandwiches later, they came upon the last few pages of the journal. The mood changed from silly, to melancholy. It was about Arnold's first birthday. He had climbed onto the slide in the park, and scared his parents half to death. Much to their relief, he had landed, giggling, in a big puddle of mud. His mother and father hugged and kissed their little baby boy, so happy that he was ok. The next day, Eduardo, an old friend of Arnold's parents' came and asked for their help. The "green eyed people" were dying again and needed their help. They didn't want to leave their Arnold, but the Green Eyes had done so much for them, they had to help. And so, they left their baby, their Arnold with Miles' mother and father as they left a final time for San Lorenzo.
Arnold knew the ending. His parents never returned. They probably never would. But the stories told in his father's journal comforted him. He asked Phil if he could have the book, and of course it was no problem. Arnold went on the stoop to look at the journal for a while. He was playing with the pages, when he noticed that there were two stuck together. Curious as e was, Arnold carefully pulled them apart. He was amazed at what he found. A map. His father had drawn a map of the area in San Lorenzo where they had had all of their adventures. It dawned on him, a way to find his parents. The map! He could use the map to help him find his parents!
"Grandma, Grandpa! I found a map!" he ran inside to show his family.
Phil looked at the map, his eyes widened, and then he looked sadly at Arnold, "Short man, I know you really want to try to find your parents, but we really can't afford a trip to San Lorenzo."
Arnold wanted to cry. But he had known that it wasn't very possible. But, as usual, Arnold wasn't so easy to discourage.
"What if... Grandpa, what if I can find a way?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with hope.
Phil smiled at Arnold's optimism, he knew there was no way, but why ruin the boys hopes? "Yer a bold kid, Arnold, and if you can find a way, I'm with ya all the way."
Arnold hugged him, "Thanks Grandpa!" he ran off to tell Gerald.
Phil smiled and shook his head, "I'm such a wiley old coot."
******Sorry, you people knew most of this. Well, it was important, so I put it here. Chapper 4 will be more interesting, I think. Heh.******
******Is it jest me, or is Grandpa losin his mind? Eh, maybe hes jest getting weirder, lool. I love Grandpa, he never makes any sense, he's weird (HE WANTED TO EAT ABNER, LOOL!!!) and manipulative- always messin with Arnold's head. Hehe, Phil...******
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******This is one of the monkeys in Tano's head. I'm happy to report that the insanity is back at normal levels, so, no need for worry! We hope you enjoy chapper 3!******
******Yep. Uhuh. Huyup. YESIREE, BOB. Im happy, hehehe.******
****** I think I'll put a quote here. No real reason as to why it's here, and im not too sure if it has anything to do with anything. Heh, I jest like the quote. So here it is, a Brak quote straight from the mouth of Brak: "Love is a happy time, all across the universe. It's when a male part of the species goes to the female part of the species and says, 'hey, you wanna go on a date?' (high voice here) 'sure, id love to go on a date' If yer lucky! So then they go to a restaurant and she orders something called a 'salad' and he orders a big ol piece of beef. And then he eats it. And that, Ladies and Gennlemen, is LOVE. Kinda makes you wanna cry, doesn't it?" Ah, Brak. We love thee so. ******
******Disclaimer: i would like to give a short speech...*deep breath* I- DONT-OWN-ANYTHING-AND-IF-I-DID-I-WOULDNT-BE-HERE- WRITING-STORIES-THAT- NO-ONE-IN-THEIR-RIGHT-MIND- WOULD-READ-OR-ENJOY-AND-IF-YOU-TRY-TO-SUE-ME- YOU- WONT-GET-ANYTHING-ON-ACCOUNTA-I-HAVE-NO-MONEY- AND-ALL-MY-BABYSITTING- MONEY-GOES-TO-THE-LIBRARY- FUND-CUZ-I-DONT-KNOW-HOW-TO-RETURN-BOOKS-ON- TIME!!!!!!!!!! *faints* ******
Things remained the same for days, weeks, months. Helga spoke to no one, Arnold and Phoebe worried, the rest of the kids were relieved that Helga wasn't picking on them.
Arnold didn't celebrate his birthday that year. He was too depressed to celebrate anything.
The day after his birthday, October 5. An especially painful day for Arnold. The anniversary of his parents disappearance. Nine years of waiting for his parents to return. Nine years. Feeling more depressed than usual on this day, Arnold decided to give up. What was the point of hoping for something that would never happen? His parents were never coming back. It was time he try to forget about silly childhood fantasies. He packed up all of the things he owned that reminded him of his parents and began to put them away.
"What're ya doin there?"
Ah, Phil. Always there with his odd advice and pointless yet meaningful conversation. He smiled somewhat sadly at Arnold, knowing perfectly well what was wrong.
Arnold told his Grandpa anyway. He was putting his parents things in the attic. He never wanted to think about them again.
Why not? There wasn't anything wrong with thinking about them, after all they were his parents. But Arnold wasn't really in the mood. He wanted to forget them. Dreams were a waste of time. Good things weren't going to happen.
Something fell. A worn out, brown leather book. Upon closer inspection, Arnold found it to be a journal. More specifically, his father's journal.
He begged his Grandpa to read it, and they went downstairs to the living room. They sat on the couch and Phil read to Arnold his father's amazing tale of his mother and fathers adventures. Arnold learned things that Phil had never been able to tell him about how his parents had met, their adventures together.
He found out about his parents' wedding in San Lorenzo (Phil had been there, of course, but there were some things best heard from someone other than Arnold's Grandpa, who was known to try to make things interesting). There was one page Phil began to read, but quickly stopped and with an odd excuse, ripped out and stuffed into his back pocket. Arnold smiled. His Grandpa was quite a character and he decided that what had been on that page probably wasn't too important or else he would have read it.
The journal told Arnold the story of when Arnold was born. As his Grandma sang and danced with the pig, Abner, Arnold found out that he was a miracle baby, born during a volcanic eruption. When he was born, he had, "silenced all of nature". Arnold had been a bit embarrassed by the way his Grandpa was telling the story, but amazed all the same. He learned that he was named after his mother's father, and Phil complained that Arnold should have been named Phil. The jungle was too dangerous, so his parents brought Arnold to Hillwood, the place of his fathers' childhood. The boarders loved Arnold, and so did his Grandparents. They loved to play with the new baby, and Arnold loved them.
Many bathroom breaks and sandwiches later, they came upon the last few pages of the journal. The mood changed from silly, to melancholy. It was about Arnold's first birthday. He had climbed onto the slide in the park, and scared his parents half to death. Much to their relief, he had landed, giggling, in a big puddle of mud. His mother and father hugged and kissed their little baby boy, so happy that he was ok. The next day, Eduardo, an old friend of Arnold's parents' came and asked for their help. The "green eyed people" were dying again and needed their help. They didn't want to leave their Arnold, but the Green Eyes had done so much for them, they had to help. And so, they left their baby, their Arnold with Miles' mother and father as they left a final time for San Lorenzo.
Arnold knew the ending. His parents never returned. They probably never would. But the stories told in his father's journal comforted him. He asked Phil if he could have the book, and of course it was no problem. Arnold went on the stoop to look at the journal for a while. He was playing with the pages, when he noticed that there were two stuck together. Curious as e was, Arnold carefully pulled them apart. He was amazed at what he found. A map. His father had drawn a map of the area in San Lorenzo where they had had all of their adventures. It dawned on him, a way to find his parents. The map! He could use the map to help him find his parents!
"Grandma, Grandpa! I found a map!" he ran inside to show his family.
Phil looked at the map, his eyes widened, and then he looked sadly at Arnold, "Short man, I know you really want to try to find your parents, but we really can't afford a trip to San Lorenzo."
Arnold wanted to cry. But he had known that it wasn't very possible. But, as usual, Arnold wasn't so easy to discourage.
"What if... Grandpa, what if I can find a way?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with hope.
Phil smiled at Arnold's optimism, he knew there was no way, but why ruin the boys hopes? "Yer a bold kid, Arnold, and if you can find a way, I'm with ya all the way."
Arnold hugged him, "Thanks Grandpa!" he ran off to tell Gerald.
Phil smiled and shook his head, "I'm such a wiley old coot."
******Sorry, you people knew most of this. Well, it was important, so I put it here. Chapper 4 will be more interesting, I think. Heh.******
******Is it jest me, or is Grandpa losin his mind? Eh, maybe hes jest getting weirder, lool. I love Grandpa, he never makes any sense, he's weird (HE WANTED TO EAT ABNER, LOOL!!!) and manipulative- always messin with Arnold's head. Hehe, Phil...******
******REVIEW!!!! REVIEW!!!! DON'T MAKE ME SING THE REVIEW SONG!!!!!!******