*I don't own Hey Arnold, but I can play hide seek with my self, and I love bacon, but enough about me, we want to get back to the story. And yes, I do have a reason for going a little fast pace.

Chapter 3:"What do you mean there is more?"

"So anyway, Phoebe says 'You don't want to go in there.' I asked her why, and that's when I found out that the sanctuary was decorated, for a funeral. That was not a happy day for Erica AT ALL!" Helga was out of breath, on the account that it was a long story to explain. "I haven't even started on telling how the whole congregation why there wasn't going to be a wedding."

"Helga. Shut up." Erica did not look pleased. "This is Phoebe's day, and that happened over a month ago. Just drop it. Her entire family does not need to be scared before their relative reaches the alter." Helga looked around at all the faces staring at her, most of which were disappointed. I looked around the room. Hopefully no body fights because I have enough to worry about with Wedding and all. "Phoebe, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am fine; just let me get dressed right now. Helga, would you make sure that the groom and best man are almost ready? Thank you." Please leave Lila out of this day. "Erica, I am having problems with this strap."

"Sure, just a sec," she turned around to Helga, who was already in the pink bride's maid dress. "Helga, make sure that Lila doesn't enter. I am sure Gerald won't do anything, but it wouldn't hurt to get out Ol' Betsy and The Five Avengers."

"Gottcha. I'll double check on the guys."

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I walked up to where the guys were changing, and who should I run into but a little red headed bitch. "Where do you think you're going, little one?" I could see the fear of being caught in her eyes.

"I was only going to ask Arnold something, if you don't mind, Olga. Opps! I mean, Helga." You could tell she hiding the fact that she knew I pound her in a heart beat and that she was afraid. "Besides, it's not like he'd care what you were up to."

"Arnold will never talk to you again, at least not until he talks to Iggy. You remember Iggy don't you? He was partnered up Arnold, and Arnold still didn't acknowledge his existence." I was trying by best not to pound the runt, but I knew that I was right. Arnold would never talk to her again. The next thing I knew, I was grabbed on the arm. "Hey bucko! Watch where you are grabbing!"

"Sorry Helga, can we borrow you for a sec?" I looked over my shoulder to Arnold, who by looks of it, looked desperate. "Please?" He asked as I was dragged in the room.

"I guess I have no choice football head." I tried to sound mad, but it didn't work around that really adorable guy who was all around wonderful and.

"HELGA!" Oh, why does he have to shout, that stupid football head.

"Yeah, what do need me for? I need to get back to making sure Lila doesn't mess anything up." Damn his good looks. "Well, hurry it up already!"

He leaned into my ear. If only my head wasn't wondering around thinking of him! "I lost the ring." My eyes must have bugged out of my head because the next thing I knew he was telling me who he thought had it last. "I thought the Gerald had the ring but he said he gave it to me and."

"Lila, that dirty little rotten rat! I will have her head for the all the things that she has done to everyone and she thinks she can get away with it!"

"Helga, sit down, we need a plan to get the ring out of her hands and we aren't going to get it from beating it out of her." I sat down so that he would not try to clam me down any more. I would rather pound her then be nice to her. "Will you please try to get it from her; I gotta clam down Gerald before he goes off the deep end."

"I'll try to find her, but tell me, how did she get it? And why do you guys have a better room then us? You guys have two couches, a desk, and another room too!" Man, they got it good.

"Just get the ring."