-DISCLAMER- For Cryin' Out LOUD! I do not own Hey Arnold!!!!!
Summary- After Arnold gets hit in the head with a baseball, he becomes a different person; Arnoldo Valdini to be specific, a How will Helga and Gerald take this dramatic change, and will they too get drawn into the world of the Mafioso?
Pairings- H/A
"Hey Aaaaanooooold!" Harold taunted in a messed up voice.
"Just throw the ball, Harold."
"Is Aaaanold scarwed?"
"Oh for crimety's sakes, pink boy, just throw the ball already!" yelled Helga from behind him.
Harold pitched his best curve ball and Arnold swung the bat as hard as he could. He heard the crack of the wood against leather and then another crack when the ball hit a nearby pipe and ricocheted back at Arnold's head!
"Arnold!" Helga ran over to him and quickly slapped her face. "Oh boy what a tart!"
Arnold slowly lifted his head to see a bunch of kids' faces surrounding him. Helga hovered over his head. "How many fingers, football head?"
"Che cosa sta accendendo qui….?"
"D'oh!"
Yep...just an average day in Brooklyn for the gang. Ball game in Gerald Field, Harold his usual self, kid some how get's hit in the head...probably gonna get amnesia on top of it.
"Arnold, do you remember your name?" said Sid.
Arnold muttered something.
"What the heck is he saying?" said Harold. "It sounds like Spanish or somethin'."
"Actually", said Phoebe, "It's Italian."
"Why gosh darn it, I didn't know Arnold spoke Italian." said Stinky.
Arnold stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants and then pushed Harold away. "Get outa my way fat boy, unless you wanna get it, if ya know what I mean."
"NO! I don't KNoW WhAT you MEAN! MOMMMMMY!!!!!!" Harold ran off.
Arnold stalked away.
What the heck was up with him?
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Meanwhile
Big Gino lounged in his large chair. Business was going as usual. The five 4th grade gangs of NY were cooperating as usual.
"So did the that Sid kid pay up yet?"
"No Don Gino. We gave him a warning yestaday, but he just screemed and ran off."
"You know what to do."
Gino made a slashing motion across his throat.
A knock came on the door and one of Gino's peons opened it up.
"Don Gino.." said a nervous looking kid.
Gino lounged back coolly as the kid kissed his hand.
"I was wonderin' if I could have an extention, I swear I'll get the candy and the money, I jest need some more time-"
"Hey, I'm a pretty patient kinda guy. Take it easy. I'll give you 5 hours to get your hide back in here with my dough."
"Thank you Don Gino! Thank you!"
Another peon poked his head in. "Some kid with a weird shaped head is here to see you sir!"
"Let 'im in"
Arnold smoothly walked in. "Allow me to intraduce myself."
Gino raised his eyebrow. He was slightly offended that this football head didn't kiss his hand.
"I'm Arnoldo Valdini, son of Michael Valdini."
Gino gasped. Valdini was a name scarecly uttered in the world of the 4th grade mafia. It was always feared that the Valdini kid would eventually find out his true identity.
"I, I, I"
Arnoldo held up his hand. "I get to be your consigliari, till I can get my own business together, capiche? Be thankful I ain't takin' your family for keeps, Gino."
Gino tried to compose himself. "And..w-what's in it f-for me?"
"You get to live."
"Sounds fair."
Arnoldo left the room and shut the door behind him. He had a lot of work to do.
-Later-
Gerald hesitantly knocked on his best friend's bedroom door. Arnold, or Arnoldo, as he now called himself, had been acting rather strange lately, so Gerald took it upon himself to find out what exactly was going on. Plus, he had been elected by the class to do it, so he didn't really have a choice anyway.
"Enta."
Gerald pushed the door open and stepped into Arnold's transformed bedroom. Arnoldo was sitting in a huge burgundy plush chair sipping a glass of wine. Gerald assumed it was non-alcoholic. His eyes trailed over to a wine rack and wet bar. That baseball must have hit him hard. Images of Al Capone and other legendary mobsters adorned the walls. Arnold's appearance had also taken a dramatic change. His hair was trimmed and slicked back and he had a loose tie on. He coolly leaned an elbow on the arm of his chair.
"Cherri?" said Arnold offering Gerald a glass.
"Uh sure." Gerald took the glass.
"Have a seat."
He sat down in a chair in front of Arnoldo's desk. "Man, Arnold, what the heck is going on here?"
Arnold raised his eyebrow. Listen Gerald, as soon as I get my own family up and runnin', I want you to be my consigliari. Right now I'm consigliari for Gino, but he ain't got long to enjoy it if you know what I'm talkin' 'bout."
His grammer was different too.
"Sounds like a fair deal, but uh…what's a consigliari?"
"You'll be my right hand man, so to speak."
"Sweet."
Gerald stepped out of the Sunset Arms with a look of confusion on his face. Ok, now Arnold was some kinda mafia gangster and Gerald was gonna be his was his consigliari. He was definitely gonna have to see Fuzzy Slippers about this one.
"Ok tall hair boy, spit it out! What happened in there?"
All the kids just about had strokes. "Yeah! What happened???!!!!" they said excitedly.
"Well, Arnold is some kinda Sicilian mafia man."
"Wooooooooah."
Arnoldo looked down at the excited kids on the street talking to Gerald. These were exactly the kind of kids Arnoldo required to build up his mafia empire. But first, he needed a wife.
TBC.
Please Review! This is my first Arnold fic :)