I don't own anything related to Hey Arnold. duh.
Okay well here is the second installment. Sorry the first one was so
short. Well here this is I reply hope you will enjoy!
"Claye Arnold Johansen!" Gerald scolded. "How many times to I have to tell you not to try to dissect Fluffy!" Gerald's five old son sat at the kitchen table, poking his scrambled eggs. "Claye, eat your breakfast." chirped Phoebe as she rounded the corner, buttoning up her over-shirt. "Mornin'." said Gerald as she kissed him good morning. Claye rolled his eyes. Gerald pointed a warning finger at him. "Boy, don't even start with" "Gerald!" scolded Phoebe as she poured herself some orange juice. "Me?" Gerald laughed. "He started it!" Claye stood in protest. "Mother, Please inform daddy of the importantness." "impartance." Corrected Phoebe. "Importance of the possession of the knowledge of feline anatomy!" Phoebe laughed into her juice. "Again?" she asked Gerald. He nodded. "Claye, it is important, but that's why there are science books, now your late for school." she tossed Gerald the car keys and gave Claye his overly nutritious bag lunch. "Be right back," said Gerald as Claye took the lunch and bounded out the front door. Phoebe laughed as she sat to read the newspaper. She checked the paper daily, always skipping first to the book surveys. They were a completely accurate survey of which books were doing the best in sales across the country. Yep. Helga's 'Escape To Nowhere' was still at number two, and her 'A chance long past' was nestled in at number four. "Oh, Helga." she said to herself, remembering the many years they were best friends. They art around sixth grade when Phoebe started dating Gerald. Gerald, being the king of 'cool' swooped Phoebe up into the leagues of the popular crowd. Phoebe ran a finger over Helgas writing name, H.G Pataki. Helgas Poetry book, Escape to nowhere, had been number two for the past six weeks. A chance Long Past had rose from sixth to fourth over the period of three weeks. Phoebe remained up to date on her sales. Gerald came through the door with a neat stack of letters. "Helgas books are 2 and 4 today." Gerald sighed as he set down the letters. "You still keepin' track?" Phoebe sighed as she set the paper down. "I wish I could get a hold of her. She how she's doing. Do you think Arnold would know?" "Arnold?" Gerald laughed. " Why would Arnold know? I mean, yeah, those poems are pretty good. but Arnold wouldn't. I doubt Lila would let him know." Phoebe smiled as she nodded toward the letters on the table. " Oh. "I stopped by the Post office. I don't trust that mail man. he's creepy." he shuddered as he handed Phoebe the letters. She sorted through them when she came upon a rather plain looking letter. "Gerald.'' she said. A P.S. 118 school reunion is this week." "Huh." He said as he dug through the refrigerator. "You thinking' about going' Pheebs?" he asked, peering over the open door. "Yes." She said. "I think it would be a wonderful thing for Claye to see Arnold again. He hasn't seen him for, oh. about two years."
"Come on!" "NO!" "Pleeeeeeeaaaasssssee?" "NOOO!" "Mom! Courtney won't play with me!" Rhonda turned away from the computer to her twin daughters, Courtney and Tatiana. (Tenni and Anya for short) Tenni with a sticky Popsicle in hand and Anya with a 'Total Fashion Frenzy' doll. Rhonda sighed. "Girls, mommies shopping for nice new sweaters for our yearly trip to grandma Wellington's house. so go .play." she slowly got sucked back into the computer. "When's dad coming home from work today?" "Uh." Rhonda glanced at the little blinking clock at the bottom of the computer screen. " In about Ten minutes. Go make him one of your 'special lunches'." The girls' faces drew up smiles and they darted to the kitchen. "Remember to make it Extra Large, like he likes it!" The girls called back. "Okay" a sound of crashing dishes rang through the house. "What was that?" called Rhonda. "Courtney bro---''' "Nothing!" Tenni yelled after a suspicious slapping sound. Rhonda sighed as she continued clicking away on the computer. Several minutes later, Rhonda heard the door open and close. "I'm home!" Harold walked in and tossed his coat onto the back of the couch. "I'm in the den, Harold! The girls fixed you lunch." "All right!" she heard him exclaim. He walked into the kitchen to see his daughters fast working to prepare a meal. Courtney was surprisingly skinny for all the food she ate. She took after Harold for almost every thing except for weight. Tatiana was rounder than Courtney but had Rhonda's fashion sense. "Daddy!" exclaimed Anya. "No, no no!" burst Tenni. "We're not ready!" she forced Harold out of the kitchen and shut the door. "Aw, come on!" he begged. "No!" came a squeak from Tenni through the wooden kitchen door. He tromped through the hall to the den where Rhonda was filing down a row of purple cardigans. "What're you doing?" he asked as he looked over her shoulder. "Shopping." She said. "Why don't you just go to the store?" Rhonda looked disgusted. "Because, Harold! This is more practical." "Dad! Come n' eat!" Harold shot up at once and flew toward the kitchen. Rhonda sighed as she suddenly saw the perfect sweater. "ooh, yay!" she squeaked as she clicked frantically. Nothing happened. "Huh?" She said in confused anger. The computer quickly logged off as the phone rang. "Ugh! I thought Curly fixed that!" she grabbed the phone. "Hello?" "Why, hello Rhonda.hehehe." She held the receiver from her face and studied it as if the callers face would appear on it. "Who is this?" she asked as she put it back on her ear. "Having trouble with your computer, Rhonda?" She sighed. "Curly, I thought you fixed it!" "Maybe I should come over and fix it again?." Rhonda rolled he eyes. "In your dreams, you geek!" "So, are you going?" "I was going to buy the best sweater too! Go where?" "The school reunion Rhonda! The school reunion." "WHEN!!!!????" She shot out of her chair, letting it fall behind her. Why had Curly been invited before HER??? "Hehehehe. uh.next Saturday at p.s 118. You goin'?" "Yes!!" "Rhonda!" Harold called. "Who is it?" "No one, Harold!" She called slamming the receiver down. "Girls! Pack your things! We'll be leaving this weekend!"
Okay, sorry it's so short, but please reply, tell me how I'm doing. I'll update tomorrow.
"Claye Arnold Johansen!" Gerald scolded. "How many times to I have to tell you not to try to dissect Fluffy!" Gerald's five old son sat at the kitchen table, poking his scrambled eggs. "Claye, eat your breakfast." chirped Phoebe as she rounded the corner, buttoning up her over-shirt. "Mornin'." said Gerald as she kissed him good morning. Claye rolled his eyes. Gerald pointed a warning finger at him. "Boy, don't even start with" "Gerald!" scolded Phoebe as she poured herself some orange juice. "Me?" Gerald laughed. "He started it!" Claye stood in protest. "Mother, Please inform daddy of the importantness." "impartance." Corrected Phoebe. "Importance of the possession of the knowledge of feline anatomy!" Phoebe laughed into her juice. "Again?" she asked Gerald. He nodded. "Claye, it is important, but that's why there are science books, now your late for school." she tossed Gerald the car keys and gave Claye his overly nutritious bag lunch. "Be right back," said Gerald as Claye took the lunch and bounded out the front door. Phoebe laughed as she sat to read the newspaper. She checked the paper daily, always skipping first to the book surveys. They were a completely accurate survey of which books were doing the best in sales across the country. Yep. Helga's 'Escape To Nowhere' was still at number two, and her 'A chance long past' was nestled in at number four. "Oh, Helga." she said to herself, remembering the many years they were best friends. They art around sixth grade when Phoebe started dating Gerald. Gerald, being the king of 'cool' swooped Phoebe up into the leagues of the popular crowd. Phoebe ran a finger over Helgas writing name, H.G Pataki. Helgas Poetry book, Escape to nowhere, had been number two for the past six weeks. A chance Long Past had rose from sixth to fourth over the period of three weeks. Phoebe remained up to date on her sales. Gerald came through the door with a neat stack of letters. "Helgas books are 2 and 4 today." Gerald sighed as he set down the letters. "You still keepin' track?" Phoebe sighed as she set the paper down. "I wish I could get a hold of her. She how she's doing. Do you think Arnold would know?" "Arnold?" Gerald laughed. " Why would Arnold know? I mean, yeah, those poems are pretty good. but Arnold wouldn't. I doubt Lila would let him know." Phoebe smiled as she nodded toward the letters on the table. " Oh. "I stopped by the Post office. I don't trust that mail man. he's creepy." he shuddered as he handed Phoebe the letters. She sorted through them when she came upon a rather plain looking letter. "Gerald.'' she said. A P.S. 118 school reunion is this week." "Huh." He said as he dug through the refrigerator. "You thinking' about going' Pheebs?" he asked, peering over the open door. "Yes." She said. "I think it would be a wonderful thing for Claye to see Arnold again. He hasn't seen him for, oh. about two years."
"Come on!" "NO!" "Pleeeeeeeaaaasssssee?" "NOOO!" "Mom! Courtney won't play with me!" Rhonda turned away from the computer to her twin daughters, Courtney and Tatiana. (Tenni and Anya for short) Tenni with a sticky Popsicle in hand and Anya with a 'Total Fashion Frenzy' doll. Rhonda sighed. "Girls, mommies shopping for nice new sweaters for our yearly trip to grandma Wellington's house. so go .play." she slowly got sucked back into the computer. "When's dad coming home from work today?" "Uh." Rhonda glanced at the little blinking clock at the bottom of the computer screen. " In about Ten minutes. Go make him one of your 'special lunches'." The girls' faces drew up smiles and they darted to the kitchen. "Remember to make it Extra Large, like he likes it!" The girls called back. "Okay" a sound of crashing dishes rang through the house. "What was that?" called Rhonda. "Courtney bro---''' "Nothing!" Tenni yelled after a suspicious slapping sound. Rhonda sighed as she continued clicking away on the computer. Several minutes later, Rhonda heard the door open and close. "I'm home!" Harold walked in and tossed his coat onto the back of the couch. "I'm in the den, Harold! The girls fixed you lunch." "All right!" she heard him exclaim. He walked into the kitchen to see his daughters fast working to prepare a meal. Courtney was surprisingly skinny for all the food she ate. She took after Harold for almost every thing except for weight. Tatiana was rounder than Courtney but had Rhonda's fashion sense. "Daddy!" exclaimed Anya. "No, no no!" burst Tenni. "We're not ready!" she forced Harold out of the kitchen and shut the door. "Aw, come on!" he begged. "No!" came a squeak from Tenni through the wooden kitchen door. He tromped through the hall to the den where Rhonda was filing down a row of purple cardigans. "What're you doing?" he asked as he looked over her shoulder. "Shopping." She said. "Why don't you just go to the store?" Rhonda looked disgusted. "Because, Harold! This is more practical." "Dad! Come n' eat!" Harold shot up at once and flew toward the kitchen. Rhonda sighed as she suddenly saw the perfect sweater. "ooh, yay!" she squeaked as she clicked frantically. Nothing happened. "Huh?" She said in confused anger. The computer quickly logged off as the phone rang. "Ugh! I thought Curly fixed that!" she grabbed the phone. "Hello?" "Why, hello Rhonda.hehehe." She held the receiver from her face and studied it as if the callers face would appear on it. "Who is this?" she asked as she put it back on her ear. "Having trouble with your computer, Rhonda?" She sighed. "Curly, I thought you fixed it!" "Maybe I should come over and fix it again?." Rhonda rolled he eyes. "In your dreams, you geek!" "So, are you going?" "I was going to buy the best sweater too! Go where?" "The school reunion Rhonda! The school reunion." "WHEN!!!!????" She shot out of her chair, letting it fall behind her. Why had Curly been invited before HER??? "Hehehehe. uh.next Saturday at p.s 118. You goin'?" "Yes!!" "Rhonda!" Harold called. "Who is it?" "No one, Harold!" She called slamming the receiver down. "Girls! Pack your things! We'll be leaving this weekend!"
Okay, sorry it's so short, but please reply, tell me how I'm doing. I'll update tomorrow.