All right folks, thanks for all the replies. I promised that this one would
be longer, so I am gonna try to live up to that promise. Oh yeah, I don't
own ANY THING RELATED TO HEY ARNOLD! Also sorry about the wait. My Internet
was temporarily shut down,
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Helga drove up the familiar overpass and entered the all too familiar city. Yeah, there were quite a lot of new things. New stores. New houses. New faces. But she was glad to see the one place that would never change. Arnolds neighborhood. The only thing different was the big plaque in front of the Sunset Arms Boarding house, talking about the 'Tomato Incident.' Helga thought to herself. 'Arnold must be in there.' she snapped back at herself 'no duh.he must own the place now.' She pulled a sharp U-Turn (in a NO U-TURN area) and parked outside the brick structure. She happened to glance through one of the circle windows by the door and see a football headed shadow streak passed. Her heart skipped a beat. 'An excuse.' she thought. The idea of just 'coming by to say hi' quickly came and went. "The bathroom!" she said aloud, startling a passerby. She got out of the car and slowly walked up the stone steps. If he only knew how many times she had been in this building without his knowing. It was enough to make anyone paranoid. She hesitantly knocked on the door and fought the urge to run back to her car. She eventually heard slow footsteps coming up to the door.the handle turning... the little pushy thing that holds the door in place when you lock it sliding unwillingly out of its little socket in the door frame.(alright ladida, we get the picture. Suspense building.) the door opened and Helga was face to face with a blonde football head. Not the one she was expecting to meet, however. "Can I help you?" he asked in complete monotone, as his eyes blinked, the right a good second after the left. "Uh.." Was all Helga could manage to let escape from her gaping mouth. "Can I use the bathroom?" she stammered. He stared blankly and eventually moved aside to let her in. As she walked in she was met a rush of different memories. Her fingers were itching for a pen. On the wall there were two large photographs. One of Phil, Arnolds grandpa, and one of Pooky, Arnolds grandma. "The bathrooms down there." said the football head. Helga jumped at the sound of his emotionally deprived voice. She acted like she didn't hear him. Besides she already knew where the bathrooms were. "What happened to Gramps?" she asked nodding at the photo on the wall. "You knew him?" asked the football head. "Arny? Do you remember me?" Helga asked, remembering the time he had confessed his love to her. He stared blankly. "Phill died four years ago. He was ninety-one. She died the very next year." He said, nodding at Pookie. " Nah, Steely Phil ain't dead. he's been cryogenically frozen." Helga looked for the first time at a small boy at her feet. "He told me so." He giggled as he wobbled off toward the kitchen. " Grampa Phil liked to tell the boarders kids stuff like that. The Sun set Arms was supposed to go to my cousin, Arnold, but he rejected it.him and his fiancé." muttered Arny. Helga shot her head up. "Fiancé?" Arny nodded. "He should be here pretty soon, actually." Helga quickly stood and let herself out. Arny merely snorted as he blinked at the question of why he had let her in in the first place. "Fiancé!" she scoffed to herself. "Who? Who the hell would want to marry a dumb old foot ball head!" She often caught herself lying to herself. It didn't make her feel any better but, some how, she always thought it would. Thought that it would get rid of her longing if she convinced herself there was no longing. But she was always forced to deal with the cruel reality of the situation. There was a longing.but there was nothing she could do about it.
"8x11=88, 13x2=26, 11x2=22," Chanted Claye as he rolled his bored little eyes. "Mother, I am really bored.." Phoebe pulled her eyes from her ridiculously thick book and looked at her son. "Read a book." She suggested. "I cant. If I read in the back seat of a moving vehicle I get Nauseous." Phoebe sat back in her seat and looked at her husband, the driver. "How long till we get there, Gerald?" Gerald kept his eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel as he answered "About half-an-hour.at the most." Phoebe nodded and turned back to Claye. "Do you think you'll be okay for thirty minutes?" Claye sighed. "I guess.." Phoebe turned back to her book. She had been slacking off lately and needed to study. Her job was to make sure that the CERIBRUM PRO-UNIVERSITY experiments were safe. For instance, if it weren't for phoebe, the perfume that was found to melt human flesh would have been released to the public. She reported into the office every two weeks and, luckily, this was her week off.
"No sir.I am really sorry sir.family emergency. I cant. yeah sir. thank you, sir. Mm-hmm, bye." Arnold sighed as he set down the phone. "Every thing alright, Arnold?" Asked Lila as she pulled her jacket over her long baby blue dress. "Yeah, Mr. Grooch says I can't have the day off. Ready?" She looked around and nodded. He carried the two suitcases out the front door and to the trunk of the car. They would be staying at the boarding house for a week. He sat in the drivers' seat and buckled up. He glanced at Lila for a brief second before starting the car. They were off. Lila pulled out a small book and began reading. Arnold switched on the radio to his jazz station. "Um, Arnold." came Lilas crystalline voice. "Could you not play the radio while I am trying to read?" "Sure." he muttered as he switched it off. Dead silence. The silence was interrupted by a slight giggle from Lila now and then. Arnold wondered what the hell she was reading and enjoying so. Eventually the mysterious giggles were too much for Arnold. "What is that?" He asked. "Oh, a book I saw out In front of Barges and Noggles bookstore last week. I had forgotten I had bought it and found it while packing my things. It's a book of silly mishaps by, um." she held the page with one hand and flipped to the cover with the other to read the authors bizarre name. " By Y. Mind. Hmmm.a good book really." She sank back in to the book and disappeared into a mist of giggles. Leaving Arnold with zero entertainment and just her giggles to keep him awake from the boredom of driving down the freeway. It was a short drive. Though it seemed ages to Arnold. "We are here." He said as he parked across the street from the boarding house. "Already?" chirped Lila. "Oh, Arnold, I do hope you weren't speeding." her eyes widened in terror. "I wasn't speeding, Lila.." Groaned Arnold as he popped the trunk. The sight of the old boarding house sent butterflies through his stomach. So many good memories of him and the gang. And they would all be together again tomorrow. They knocked at the door. Arnold felt strange knocking on a door which for so long he owned. Arny answered the door. "Hello." He muttered as he let them in. "Arny! H-hello! Its so wonderful to see you again!" said Lila as she shoved her suitcase into Arnolds hands and stared at Arny. "Um, yeah." He muttered as he showed Arnold and Lila to there room. Arnold was glad to see that his room hadn't been changed. It was in Phil's will that it shouldn't be. Arnold walked down the halls of his childhood. Every crack in the wall held its own story. He had grown up in this house. He made his way to his old room. Apart from the dust, every thing was as he left it. He was pleased to discover that even in his stereo, 'Jazz Hits Today' was still in socket one. He flipped his couch in and out and sat in his old desk. He opened the drawers and laughed at all the child hood memories he had forgotten until now. He found the old playing cards, the blue prints for the Dark Avenger, graded math assignments, and some remnants of a mysteriously torn picture of a fourth grade Lila. He rummaged through the bottom drawer and found his binder, with more school stuff, his journal, and class pictures. He studied these for a while. He was pleased to know he remembered every ones name. He looked at his fourth grade class as they all smiled back at him. He smiled and shook his head. He closed his eyes and sighed. Sitting there summoned a whole new stir of feelings. He could almost hear his grandparent downstairs.the boarders.Oscar and Suzie arguing, Mr. Hyun singing. He looked around the room in his minds eyes. Before he was a salesman, before Lila, before he moved, back when every thing was how it should be. Life was fine now, but some thing was missing. Arnold opened his eyes and looked around again. The dust was back, and Lila was waiting down stairs.
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Rhonda held her head in her hands. "NO, Courtney, no were not." She said firmly. "Jeez, mom, I just asked you a little question." sneered Courtney as she looked out the limo window. "So, any way, who's all goin' to this reunion thing?" asked Harold. "I am not sure, but I do know who's going to be the best dressed.don't I, Tatiana?" Tatiana nodded vigorously as she beamed. Courtney rolled her eyes. "All I wanna know is will there be good food?" She said as she pounded her fist down on her lap. "Hear, hear!" Said Harold as he rubbed his huge stomach. "Figato?" called Rhonda to the driver. "How long until we get there?" She asked clearly. "In a five minute time, miz ez Wellinkton Lloyd." "Thank you." She said as she sat back down. The limo turned and set off for the LORENZO HOTEL. Owned by Lorenzo himself. The other richest kid that attended PS118 in Rhondas class.
Helga drove up the familiar overpass and entered the all too familiar city. Yeah, there were quite a lot of new things. New stores. New houses. New faces. But she was glad to see the one place that would never change. Arnolds neighborhood. The only thing different was the big plaque in front of the Sunset Arms Boarding house, talking about the 'Tomato Incident.' Helga thought to herself. 'Arnold must be in there.' she snapped back at herself 'no duh.he must own the place now.' She pulled a sharp U-Turn (in a NO U-TURN area) and parked outside the brick structure. She happened to glance through one of the circle windows by the door and see a football headed shadow streak passed. Her heart skipped a beat. 'An excuse.' she thought. The idea of just 'coming by to say hi' quickly came and went. "The bathroom!" she said aloud, startling a passerby. She got out of the car and slowly walked up the stone steps. If he only knew how many times she had been in this building without his knowing. It was enough to make anyone paranoid. She hesitantly knocked on the door and fought the urge to run back to her car. She eventually heard slow footsteps coming up to the door.the handle turning... the little pushy thing that holds the door in place when you lock it sliding unwillingly out of its little socket in the door frame.(alright ladida, we get the picture. Suspense building.) the door opened and Helga was face to face with a blonde football head. Not the one she was expecting to meet, however. "Can I help you?" he asked in complete monotone, as his eyes blinked, the right a good second after the left. "Uh.." Was all Helga could manage to let escape from her gaping mouth. "Can I use the bathroom?" she stammered. He stared blankly and eventually moved aside to let her in. As she walked in she was met a rush of different memories. Her fingers were itching for a pen. On the wall there were two large photographs. One of Phil, Arnolds grandpa, and one of Pooky, Arnolds grandma. "The bathrooms down there." said the football head. Helga jumped at the sound of his emotionally deprived voice. She acted like she didn't hear him. Besides she already knew where the bathrooms were. "What happened to Gramps?" she asked nodding at the photo on the wall. "You knew him?" asked the football head. "Arny? Do you remember me?" Helga asked, remembering the time he had confessed his love to her. He stared blankly. "Phill died four years ago. He was ninety-one. She died the very next year." He said, nodding at Pookie. " Nah, Steely Phil ain't dead. he's been cryogenically frozen." Helga looked for the first time at a small boy at her feet. "He told me so." He giggled as he wobbled off toward the kitchen. " Grampa Phil liked to tell the boarders kids stuff like that. The Sun set Arms was supposed to go to my cousin, Arnold, but he rejected it.him and his fiancé." muttered Arny. Helga shot her head up. "Fiancé?" Arny nodded. "He should be here pretty soon, actually." Helga quickly stood and let herself out. Arny merely snorted as he blinked at the question of why he had let her in in the first place. "Fiancé!" she scoffed to herself. "Who? Who the hell would want to marry a dumb old foot ball head!" She often caught herself lying to herself. It didn't make her feel any better but, some how, she always thought it would. Thought that it would get rid of her longing if she convinced herself there was no longing. But she was always forced to deal with the cruel reality of the situation. There was a longing.but there was nothing she could do about it.
"8x11=88, 13x2=26, 11x2=22," Chanted Claye as he rolled his bored little eyes. "Mother, I am really bored.." Phoebe pulled her eyes from her ridiculously thick book and looked at her son. "Read a book." She suggested. "I cant. If I read in the back seat of a moving vehicle I get Nauseous." Phoebe sat back in her seat and looked at her husband, the driver. "How long till we get there, Gerald?" Gerald kept his eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel as he answered "About half-an-hour.at the most." Phoebe nodded and turned back to Claye. "Do you think you'll be okay for thirty minutes?" Claye sighed. "I guess.." Phoebe turned back to her book. She had been slacking off lately and needed to study. Her job was to make sure that the CERIBRUM PRO-UNIVERSITY experiments were safe. For instance, if it weren't for phoebe, the perfume that was found to melt human flesh would have been released to the public. She reported into the office every two weeks and, luckily, this was her week off.
"No sir.I am really sorry sir.family emergency. I cant. yeah sir. thank you, sir. Mm-hmm, bye." Arnold sighed as he set down the phone. "Every thing alright, Arnold?" Asked Lila as she pulled her jacket over her long baby blue dress. "Yeah, Mr. Grooch says I can't have the day off. Ready?" She looked around and nodded. He carried the two suitcases out the front door and to the trunk of the car. They would be staying at the boarding house for a week. He sat in the drivers' seat and buckled up. He glanced at Lila for a brief second before starting the car. They were off. Lila pulled out a small book and began reading. Arnold switched on the radio to his jazz station. "Um, Arnold." came Lilas crystalline voice. "Could you not play the radio while I am trying to read?" "Sure." he muttered as he switched it off. Dead silence. The silence was interrupted by a slight giggle from Lila now and then. Arnold wondered what the hell she was reading and enjoying so. Eventually the mysterious giggles were too much for Arnold. "What is that?" He asked. "Oh, a book I saw out In front of Barges and Noggles bookstore last week. I had forgotten I had bought it and found it while packing my things. It's a book of silly mishaps by, um." she held the page with one hand and flipped to the cover with the other to read the authors bizarre name. " By Y. Mind. Hmmm.a good book really." She sank back in to the book and disappeared into a mist of giggles. Leaving Arnold with zero entertainment and just her giggles to keep him awake from the boredom of driving down the freeway. It was a short drive. Though it seemed ages to Arnold. "We are here." He said as he parked across the street from the boarding house. "Already?" chirped Lila. "Oh, Arnold, I do hope you weren't speeding." her eyes widened in terror. "I wasn't speeding, Lila.." Groaned Arnold as he popped the trunk. The sight of the old boarding house sent butterflies through his stomach. So many good memories of him and the gang. And they would all be together again tomorrow. They knocked at the door. Arnold felt strange knocking on a door which for so long he owned. Arny answered the door. "Hello." He muttered as he let them in. "Arny! H-hello! Its so wonderful to see you again!" said Lila as she shoved her suitcase into Arnolds hands and stared at Arny. "Um, yeah." He muttered as he showed Arnold and Lila to there room. Arnold was glad to see that his room hadn't been changed. It was in Phil's will that it shouldn't be. Arnold walked down the halls of his childhood. Every crack in the wall held its own story. He had grown up in this house. He made his way to his old room. Apart from the dust, every thing was as he left it. He was pleased to discover that even in his stereo, 'Jazz Hits Today' was still in socket one. He flipped his couch in and out and sat in his old desk. He opened the drawers and laughed at all the child hood memories he had forgotten until now. He found the old playing cards, the blue prints for the Dark Avenger, graded math assignments, and some remnants of a mysteriously torn picture of a fourth grade Lila. He rummaged through the bottom drawer and found his binder, with more school stuff, his journal, and class pictures. He studied these for a while. He was pleased to know he remembered every ones name. He looked at his fourth grade class as they all smiled back at him. He smiled and shook his head. He closed his eyes and sighed. Sitting there summoned a whole new stir of feelings. He could almost hear his grandparent downstairs.the boarders.Oscar and Suzie arguing, Mr. Hyun singing. He looked around the room in his minds eyes. Before he was a salesman, before Lila, before he moved, back when every thing was how it should be. Life was fine now, but some thing was missing. Arnold opened his eyes and looked around again. The dust was back, and Lila was waiting down stairs.
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Rhonda held her head in her hands. "NO, Courtney, no were not." She said firmly. "Jeez, mom, I just asked you a little question." sneered Courtney as she looked out the limo window. "So, any way, who's all goin' to this reunion thing?" asked Harold. "I am not sure, but I do know who's going to be the best dressed.don't I, Tatiana?" Tatiana nodded vigorously as she beamed. Courtney rolled her eyes. "All I wanna know is will there be good food?" She said as she pounded her fist down on her lap. "Hear, hear!" Said Harold as he rubbed his huge stomach. "Figato?" called Rhonda to the driver. "How long until we get there?" She asked clearly. "In a five minute time, miz ez Wellinkton Lloyd." "Thank you." She said as she sat back down. The limo turned and set off for the LORENZO HOTEL. Owned by Lorenzo himself. The other richest kid that attended PS118 in Rhondas class.