Pink Thunder of PS 118
By Zukone
Chapter 1 Pink Thunder
A mysterious figure waited on the stoop of the school steps. Only her shadow could be seen as the school bus let the students out. The figure walked up to a certain football headed student who was talking to another student.
"There you are." the figure said seething with anger as if she had been searching and had finally found her dodging nemesis.
"Excuse me?" Arnold asked as he looked up at the figure.
She was clad in kendo garb. The pants were dark pink with a peculiarly familiar bow in the back, and her top was a very light shade of pink, under which one could see a thin white line of another shirt. She had a dark pink rubber band that tied her blond hair back into one single low and loose ponytail. Strands of blond were loose on either side of her face. Draped by her side through the ties on her pants was a wooden boken and thrown over her shoulder was a pink sack. Arnold could hardly believe what he was seeing and he let out a gasp out of sheer not knowing.
"You heard me. Dodging me all this time. Are you afraid to face me Tendo, Arnold!?"
"What are you talking about? And what the heck is Tendo supposed to mean." Arnold asked.
The commotion had just started to get big and other students started to gather around the would-be fight.
"Oh no." Pheobe thought, "Helga's not acting like herself at all."
"Listen and hear me well feeble fourth grader. I am upper classman G. Pataki, Helga," she pulled out her boken and held it high above her, "Pink thunder of PS118!" Helga waited for the lightning but it didn't come. Helga coughed and then repeated herself as she held the boken in the air, "I said PINK THUNDER OF PS118!!!" Pink lightning flashed behind her and a more satisfied look came across her face.
"But.. we're in the same grade." Arnold replied.
"Insolent fool!" she said pointing her boken at him, "I shall smite thee."
Arnold braced himself.
Helga let out a yell and snapped her sword down. Arnold's dodged and slapped the sword to the side without thinking twice. The school bell rang. Students began to pile inside of ps118 leaving the two to finish their squabble.
Helga seemed to calm down a little bit. "Not bad, my football headed opponent, but it looks like you are a little rusty. Next Friday. come prepared. I won't be as lenient next time."
"But Helga what is this all about?" Arnold whined.
"You know what it's about, and don't address me by my first name like some sort of commoner. It's rude."
"No I don't know what its about, and since when did .. never mind. Just tell me what's going on."
"I guess you'll just have to find out." Helga said.
"I won't fight you!" declared selfrighteously
"Don't try and weasel out coward." Helga bit back.
"I'm not a coward. I'm just not gonna fight you. This is ridiculous! There's no reason to." Arnold pleaded.
Helga paused a moment, "Even if it means me never bothering you again?" Helga had almost sounded normal, well, as normal as Helga gets.
"Even if it means.. Hey?" Arnold retorted.
Again Helga reverted to Martial Artist mode, "Meet me at the park 6 AM. It ends next Friday, one way or another, and if you don't defend yourself, then you shall meet your end." She flicked a note to him, which he caught easily, then she turned away from him letting him know she was done talking.
"Whatever" Arnold stated. Arnold headed towards the stairs and then looked at Helga curiously. Helga had decided take her leave down the sidewalk. "Aren't you coming to class?" he asked perplexed.
Helga just continued walking ignoring him. Arnold shrugged his shoulders and ran up the stairs in a hurry to get to class.
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Helga turned her head back as she was walking and slammed herself into a pole.
*Ouch* she said, picking herself up off the ground. "Where am I. The last thing I remember was getting hit in the head when I was training in Kendo this morning, by that moron who obviously doesn't know how to hold a stick." Helga looked at the time and realized she was late.
Helga, already changed into her normal outfit, rushed into class a little late. She threw her pink sac down. She looked around and noticed that all eyes were on her. "Why don't you take a picture. It'll last longer." She showed them Ol' betsy and everyone was back to minding their own business.
Mr Simmons addresses Helga, "Now Helga, you know that it is not acceptable for you to walk in here late. I hope you have a good excuse."
"I do. As soon as I figure out what it is." Helga said giving a weak smile.
"I'm afraid that won't do. I'm gonna have to give you detention."
"Detention? But it's Friday and I am sure it is not my fault" Helga sighed with resignation.
She went to her seat and threw a spitball at Arnold. Yes, it was a normal day, aside from the bump on her head. She sat pensively while preparing another spitball. "What a strange dream I had. Usually my dreams about him are of us together in heavenly bliss." She sighed as she looked at his oddly shaped head, "Not of us fighting. Oh well." She threw a spit ball at him. He turned around and she scowled back at him. "What?"
--- When Arnold reached home at the end of the day he called for his grandmother. They both sat, dressed in their karate outfits, cross legged facing eachother. They had closed eyes concentrating in deep meditation. Between them was the challenge note indicating the time and place.
"Is there a peaceable way out of this, tadpole?"
"That's the thing. After she challenged me she brushed the whole thing off and started bugging me like normal. Maybe it was just a joke."
"The feather must be ready for the wind even when there is no wind, so must a martial artist be ready for his match against another martial artist even if there is no match." Grandma stated.
"But who say's she's even a real martial artist? She could have been joking about that too."
"Did she strike at you, tadpole?"
"Yeah"
"And Did you have to use your dormant skills to defend yourself, tadpole?"
"Well Yeah. If I didn't well, she would have hit me. What's your point?"
"Just as a fat man tests his food to see it is worthy to eat, so does a martial artist test his opponent to see if he is worthy." Grandma opened her eyes. "In other words she approves, wants to fight ya, and there ain't no way out of it.
Arnold sighed. "How do I get myself into these things?"
By Zukone
Chapter 1 Pink Thunder
A mysterious figure waited on the stoop of the school steps. Only her shadow could be seen as the school bus let the students out. The figure walked up to a certain football headed student who was talking to another student.
"There you are." the figure said seething with anger as if she had been searching and had finally found her dodging nemesis.
"Excuse me?" Arnold asked as he looked up at the figure.
She was clad in kendo garb. The pants were dark pink with a peculiarly familiar bow in the back, and her top was a very light shade of pink, under which one could see a thin white line of another shirt. She had a dark pink rubber band that tied her blond hair back into one single low and loose ponytail. Strands of blond were loose on either side of her face. Draped by her side through the ties on her pants was a wooden boken and thrown over her shoulder was a pink sack. Arnold could hardly believe what he was seeing and he let out a gasp out of sheer not knowing.
"You heard me. Dodging me all this time. Are you afraid to face me Tendo, Arnold!?"
"What are you talking about? And what the heck is Tendo supposed to mean." Arnold asked.
The commotion had just started to get big and other students started to gather around the would-be fight.
"Oh no." Pheobe thought, "Helga's not acting like herself at all."
"Listen and hear me well feeble fourth grader. I am upper classman G. Pataki, Helga," she pulled out her boken and held it high above her, "Pink thunder of PS118!" Helga waited for the lightning but it didn't come. Helga coughed and then repeated herself as she held the boken in the air, "I said PINK THUNDER OF PS118!!!" Pink lightning flashed behind her and a more satisfied look came across her face.
"But.. we're in the same grade." Arnold replied.
"Insolent fool!" she said pointing her boken at him, "I shall smite thee."
Arnold braced himself.
Helga let out a yell and snapped her sword down. Arnold's dodged and slapped the sword to the side without thinking twice. The school bell rang. Students began to pile inside of ps118 leaving the two to finish their squabble.
Helga seemed to calm down a little bit. "Not bad, my football headed opponent, but it looks like you are a little rusty. Next Friday. come prepared. I won't be as lenient next time."
"But Helga what is this all about?" Arnold whined.
"You know what it's about, and don't address me by my first name like some sort of commoner. It's rude."
"No I don't know what its about, and since when did .. never mind. Just tell me what's going on."
"I guess you'll just have to find out." Helga said.
"I won't fight you!" declared selfrighteously
"Don't try and weasel out coward." Helga bit back.
"I'm not a coward. I'm just not gonna fight you. This is ridiculous! There's no reason to." Arnold pleaded.
Helga paused a moment, "Even if it means me never bothering you again?" Helga had almost sounded normal, well, as normal as Helga gets.
"Even if it means.. Hey?" Arnold retorted.
Again Helga reverted to Martial Artist mode, "Meet me at the park 6 AM. It ends next Friday, one way or another, and if you don't defend yourself, then you shall meet your end." She flicked a note to him, which he caught easily, then she turned away from him letting him know she was done talking.
"Whatever" Arnold stated. Arnold headed towards the stairs and then looked at Helga curiously. Helga had decided take her leave down the sidewalk. "Aren't you coming to class?" he asked perplexed.
Helga just continued walking ignoring him. Arnold shrugged his shoulders and ran up the stairs in a hurry to get to class.
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Helga turned her head back as she was walking and slammed herself into a pole.
*Ouch* she said, picking herself up off the ground. "Where am I. The last thing I remember was getting hit in the head when I was training in Kendo this morning, by that moron who obviously doesn't know how to hold a stick." Helga looked at the time and realized she was late.
Helga, already changed into her normal outfit, rushed into class a little late. She threw her pink sac down. She looked around and noticed that all eyes were on her. "Why don't you take a picture. It'll last longer." She showed them Ol' betsy and everyone was back to minding their own business.
Mr Simmons addresses Helga, "Now Helga, you know that it is not acceptable for you to walk in here late. I hope you have a good excuse."
"I do. As soon as I figure out what it is." Helga said giving a weak smile.
"I'm afraid that won't do. I'm gonna have to give you detention."
"Detention? But it's Friday and I am sure it is not my fault" Helga sighed with resignation.
She went to her seat and threw a spitball at Arnold. Yes, it was a normal day, aside from the bump on her head. She sat pensively while preparing another spitball. "What a strange dream I had. Usually my dreams about him are of us together in heavenly bliss." She sighed as she looked at his oddly shaped head, "Not of us fighting. Oh well." She threw a spit ball at him. He turned around and she scowled back at him. "What?"
--- When Arnold reached home at the end of the day he called for his grandmother. They both sat, dressed in their karate outfits, cross legged facing eachother. They had closed eyes concentrating in deep meditation. Between them was the challenge note indicating the time and place.
"Is there a peaceable way out of this, tadpole?"
"That's the thing. After she challenged me she brushed the whole thing off and started bugging me like normal. Maybe it was just a joke."
"The feather must be ready for the wind even when there is no wind, so must a martial artist be ready for his match against another martial artist even if there is no match." Grandma stated.
"But who say's she's even a real martial artist? She could have been joking about that too."
"Did she strike at you, tadpole?"
"Yeah"
"And Did you have to use your dormant skills to defend yourself, tadpole?"
"Well Yeah. If I didn't well, she would have hit me. What's your point?"
"Just as a fat man tests his food to see it is worthy to eat, so does a martial artist test his opponent to see if he is worthy." Grandma opened her eyes. "In other words she approves, wants to fight ya, and there ain't no way out of it.
Arnold sighed. "How do I get myself into these things?"