AUTHOR'S NOTE: All right, after a nice, long two-day visit to Laughlin, I
am back with the next chapter! AND!!! I stayed on the NINTH floor of a
hotel, and I didn't FREAK OUT! YEAH! GO ME!
*Ahem*
This chapter came a lot easier than the last one, so it's better written, and it should be easier to write the others.
Anyway, I've still got at least three to four chapters left before this story is finished. The best part is soon to come! Keep your ears pricked and eyes alert! Ciaos!
DISCALAIMER: *singing* Oooooh, Hey Arnold ain't mine... I wish it was, because if it was mine I'd be one rich chikki! YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! GIVE ME ARNOLD ONE MORE TIME!
Oops. I went crazy again, baby.
CHAPTER FIVE: "Meetings With Friends and More Deja Vu"
"What is it, Helga?" Phoebe asked.
"Phoebe, I need your help," Helga replied quickly as she sat down next to Phoebe at the table.
"Okay Helga... What seems to be the problem?"
"Well see, I've been having these dreams that are really weird, but it turns out that they're not really DREAMS!"
"Helga, are you telling me that what you dream becomes reality?"
"Yeah! It's like they're foretelling the future or something!" Helga said.
"Fascinating!" Phoebe said, suddenly excited.
"Yeah, but what if I dream about something bad?" Helga said, suddenly becoming panicky. "What if I dream about someone getting hurt o-or dying? I mean, just a few seconds ago, Sid overheard me in the bathroom... talking about... you know!"
Phoebe gasped and looked over to Arnold, who was sitting at a table with Stinky and Harold. Gerald walked over to join them.
"You mean... him?" Phoebe asked softly.
"Yes!" Helga said desperately. "So what can I do?"
"Well, I'm not sure I'm the one you should be talking to," Phoebe said. "I don't really know about this sort of thing, Helga. Perhaps you could talk to your parents-" After catching the skeptical look from Helga, Phoebe quickly dropped that suggestion. "-Or someone else who knows more about the way the human mind or subconscious works."
"That's crazy, Pheebs," Helga said, waving her hands in the air. "Where am I going to find-" Helga cut herself off and thought a moment. "Dr. Bliss!"
"Arnold!" Sid yelled, walking up to Arnold's table. One of his Beatle boots was soaking wet. In his hands were a few pictures taken with one of those quick-develop cameras (you know, the ones where you take the picture and it pops right out. I can't think of what its called.).
Arnold and the rest of the boys at the table turned.
"What is it, Sid?" Arnold asked.
"You are not going to believe what just happened!" Sid exclaimed, handing the Polaroids to Arnold. Arnold glanced at them and gave Sid a skeptical look.
"You can't even tell what's in them," he said, flopping them onto the table.
Indeed, he was right. The picture had been taken through a crack (the crack between the stall door and wall), and what could actually be seen was horribly out of focus. Basically, the only thing that was in the picture was a giant pink blob.
Arnold looked up at Sid.
"Sid, were you hiding in the girl's bathroom again?" He asked. Sid fidgeted.
"Maybe." He said. "But that's not the point. The point is, I just discovered something unbelievable!"
"What was it?" Gerald asked, slightly interested but still expecting a tall tale.
"Helga likes you, Arnold!" Sid exclaimed.
The boys at the table stared at him a moment, and then began to laugh hysterically.
"Y-You're kidding, right?" Gerald said. "I mean, how can Helga like Arnold?"
"Yeah Sid, I think you were seeing things," Arnold said.
"No guys! I'm telling the truth!"
"Sure you are!" Harold said. "And birds fly!"
"Um, Harold?" Stinky said. "Birds do fly."
"Oh... well... Then pigs fly!"
"Yeah Sid," Stinky said. "I mean, how can Helga like Arnold? She hates him!"
"Maybe you were thinking of Gloria," Gerald said. "And maybe she was talking about an Arnold from P.S. 119 or 117."
"I guess," Sid sighed, giving up on his latest proclamation. He looked over to the table where Helga and Phoebe were sitting. He watched them leave with a sort of weird fascination.
Park and Curly came up to the table, Park carrying a tray of food, and Curly puzzling over a bag of Ranch Corn Nuts.
"Hey Park, hey Curly," the gang at the table muttered.
"Hey guys!" Park said, smiling and sitting down with them. "Hope you don't mind if we lunch with you today."
"Yeah, ever since Rhonda let the geeks have free reign-" Arnold and Gerald exchanged looks. "-We've had to go from table to table, begging for a seat. Do you know what the occupants of it say? 'Away with you! There's no room for you at this table!'" Silence reigned. Park grinned sheepishly.
"Stop being so melodramatic, Curly," Park said. "Sit down."
"Melodramatic?" Stinky said, scratching his head. "That's a two dollar word! What's it mean?"
"It means being overly dramatic," Sid replied. "Or overreacting. Basically, if you looked 'melodramatic' up in the dictionary, you would see Curly and Rhonda's name under it."
Curly heaved a romantic sigh.
"Ah, my fashion-obsessed love goddess!" He said. After a moment, he focused his attentions onto his bag of Corn Nuts. He opened it and pulled one out, studying it fastidiously. "What is it with Corn Nuts? Are they corn?" Curly's eyes darted around the table suspiciously. "Or are they nuts?"
Park stood to empty his tray in the nearby trashcan.
"Well gee Curly," Park said. "I thought only male corns would have the-"
Before he could say another word, he was plowed into, by accident, of course, by Eugene. They both landed in a heap on the floor.
"I'm okay," said Eugene after a moment.
"Yes, Dr. Bliss would seem like the appropriate selection to help you with a dilemma of this nature, Helga," Phoebe said.
"And I have an appointment with her today after school!" Helga said. "I can bring it up with her then."
"That would be wise," Phoebe agreed.
The two girls sat down on a nearby bench. Helga looked up and saw a man on a tall ladder hanging a sign that said, "Don't wait until it's too late! Buy Your Yearbook Today!" She frowned. It wasn't the same man from her dream, was it?
Helga continued to watch that area and saw Arnold, Stinky, Gerald and Sid walk out of the cafeteria. Stinky was trying to fish something out of the depths of his pocket. He stopped right next to the ladder and tried to get it out as the other boys walked on.
The man on the ladder let out a yelp as he lost his balance and the ladder tipped backwards and slowly began to fall. Helga was prepared for this and leaped out to save Stinky.
"STINKY!" Helga shouted. "Get outta the way!"
Stinky gave her a dazed look and looked up at the ladder as it tumbled down. Helga quickly shoved him out of danger. The ladder fell just a few inches away from their feet. Helga stood up and dusted herself off as Stinky got to his feet. A small crowd had gathered around to make sure that the man on the ladder was okay.
"You okay, Stink-o?" Helga asked.
"Why Helga," Stinky said. "I reckon you just saved my life!"
"Yeah right," Helga snorted. "You wouldn't have DIED Stinky.
"Perhaps a couple of serious injuries," Phoebe piped up. "And MAYBE critical brain damage, but not death."
Arnold and Gerald walked over to the couple.
"Are you guys okay?" Arnold asked.
"I'm fine, thanks to Helga," Stinky said.
"Yeah, well don't think I'll do it again, Stinky!" Helga said, putting up her tough-girl façade once again. "You caught me on a good day."
Helga stormed off as Arnold, Gerald and Stinky watched. Stinky sighed romantically.
"Now do you see why I fell in love with her?" Stinky asked dreamily. Gerald and Arnold only eyeballed him.
*Ahem*
This chapter came a lot easier than the last one, so it's better written, and it should be easier to write the others.
Anyway, I've still got at least three to four chapters left before this story is finished. The best part is soon to come! Keep your ears pricked and eyes alert! Ciaos!
DISCALAIMER: *singing* Oooooh, Hey Arnold ain't mine... I wish it was, because if it was mine I'd be one rich chikki! YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! GIVE ME ARNOLD ONE MORE TIME!
Oops. I went crazy again, baby.
CHAPTER FIVE: "Meetings With Friends and More Deja Vu"
"What is it, Helga?" Phoebe asked.
"Phoebe, I need your help," Helga replied quickly as she sat down next to Phoebe at the table.
"Okay Helga... What seems to be the problem?"
"Well see, I've been having these dreams that are really weird, but it turns out that they're not really DREAMS!"
"Helga, are you telling me that what you dream becomes reality?"
"Yeah! It's like they're foretelling the future or something!" Helga said.
"Fascinating!" Phoebe said, suddenly excited.
"Yeah, but what if I dream about something bad?" Helga said, suddenly becoming panicky. "What if I dream about someone getting hurt o-or dying? I mean, just a few seconds ago, Sid overheard me in the bathroom... talking about... you know!"
Phoebe gasped and looked over to Arnold, who was sitting at a table with Stinky and Harold. Gerald walked over to join them.
"You mean... him?" Phoebe asked softly.
"Yes!" Helga said desperately. "So what can I do?"
"Well, I'm not sure I'm the one you should be talking to," Phoebe said. "I don't really know about this sort of thing, Helga. Perhaps you could talk to your parents-" After catching the skeptical look from Helga, Phoebe quickly dropped that suggestion. "-Or someone else who knows more about the way the human mind or subconscious works."
"That's crazy, Pheebs," Helga said, waving her hands in the air. "Where am I going to find-" Helga cut herself off and thought a moment. "Dr. Bliss!"
"Arnold!" Sid yelled, walking up to Arnold's table. One of his Beatle boots was soaking wet. In his hands were a few pictures taken with one of those quick-develop cameras (you know, the ones where you take the picture and it pops right out. I can't think of what its called.).
Arnold and the rest of the boys at the table turned.
"What is it, Sid?" Arnold asked.
"You are not going to believe what just happened!" Sid exclaimed, handing the Polaroids to Arnold. Arnold glanced at them and gave Sid a skeptical look.
"You can't even tell what's in them," he said, flopping them onto the table.
Indeed, he was right. The picture had been taken through a crack (the crack between the stall door and wall), and what could actually be seen was horribly out of focus. Basically, the only thing that was in the picture was a giant pink blob.
Arnold looked up at Sid.
"Sid, were you hiding in the girl's bathroom again?" He asked. Sid fidgeted.
"Maybe." He said. "But that's not the point. The point is, I just discovered something unbelievable!"
"What was it?" Gerald asked, slightly interested but still expecting a tall tale.
"Helga likes you, Arnold!" Sid exclaimed.
The boys at the table stared at him a moment, and then began to laugh hysterically.
"Y-You're kidding, right?" Gerald said. "I mean, how can Helga like Arnold?"
"Yeah Sid, I think you were seeing things," Arnold said.
"No guys! I'm telling the truth!"
"Sure you are!" Harold said. "And birds fly!"
"Um, Harold?" Stinky said. "Birds do fly."
"Oh... well... Then pigs fly!"
"Yeah Sid," Stinky said. "I mean, how can Helga like Arnold? She hates him!"
"Maybe you were thinking of Gloria," Gerald said. "And maybe she was talking about an Arnold from P.S. 119 or 117."
"I guess," Sid sighed, giving up on his latest proclamation. He looked over to the table where Helga and Phoebe were sitting. He watched them leave with a sort of weird fascination.
Park and Curly came up to the table, Park carrying a tray of food, and Curly puzzling over a bag of Ranch Corn Nuts.
"Hey Park, hey Curly," the gang at the table muttered.
"Hey guys!" Park said, smiling and sitting down with them. "Hope you don't mind if we lunch with you today."
"Yeah, ever since Rhonda let the geeks have free reign-" Arnold and Gerald exchanged looks. "-We've had to go from table to table, begging for a seat. Do you know what the occupants of it say? 'Away with you! There's no room for you at this table!'" Silence reigned. Park grinned sheepishly.
"Stop being so melodramatic, Curly," Park said. "Sit down."
"Melodramatic?" Stinky said, scratching his head. "That's a two dollar word! What's it mean?"
"It means being overly dramatic," Sid replied. "Or overreacting. Basically, if you looked 'melodramatic' up in the dictionary, you would see Curly and Rhonda's name under it."
Curly heaved a romantic sigh.
"Ah, my fashion-obsessed love goddess!" He said. After a moment, he focused his attentions onto his bag of Corn Nuts. He opened it and pulled one out, studying it fastidiously. "What is it with Corn Nuts? Are they corn?" Curly's eyes darted around the table suspiciously. "Or are they nuts?"
Park stood to empty his tray in the nearby trashcan.
"Well gee Curly," Park said. "I thought only male corns would have the-"
Before he could say another word, he was plowed into, by accident, of course, by Eugene. They both landed in a heap on the floor.
"I'm okay," said Eugene after a moment.
"Yes, Dr. Bliss would seem like the appropriate selection to help you with a dilemma of this nature, Helga," Phoebe said.
"And I have an appointment with her today after school!" Helga said. "I can bring it up with her then."
"That would be wise," Phoebe agreed.
The two girls sat down on a nearby bench. Helga looked up and saw a man on a tall ladder hanging a sign that said, "Don't wait until it's too late! Buy Your Yearbook Today!" She frowned. It wasn't the same man from her dream, was it?
Helga continued to watch that area and saw Arnold, Stinky, Gerald and Sid walk out of the cafeteria. Stinky was trying to fish something out of the depths of his pocket. He stopped right next to the ladder and tried to get it out as the other boys walked on.
The man on the ladder let out a yelp as he lost his balance and the ladder tipped backwards and slowly began to fall. Helga was prepared for this and leaped out to save Stinky.
"STINKY!" Helga shouted. "Get outta the way!"
Stinky gave her a dazed look and looked up at the ladder as it tumbled down. Helga quickly shoved him out of danger. The ladder fell just a few inches away from their feet. Helga stood up and dusted herself off as Stinky got to his feet. A small crowd had gathered around to make sure that the man on the ladder was okay.
"You okay, Stink-o?" Helga asked.
"Why Helga," Stinky said. "I reckon you just saved my life!"
"Yeah right," Helga snorted. "You wouldn't have DIED Stinky.
"Perhaps a couple of serious injuries," Phoebe piped up. "And MAYBE critical brain damage, but not death."
Arnold and Gerald walked over to the couple.
"Are you guys okay?" Arnold asked.
"I'm fine, thanks to Helga," Stinky said.
"Yeah, well don't think I'll do it again, Stinky!" Helga said, putting up her tough-girl façade once again. "You caught me on a good day."
Helga stormed off as Arnold, Gerald and Stinky watched. Stinky sighed romantically.
"Now do you see why I fell in love with her?" Stinky asked dreamily. Gerald and Arnold only eyeballed him.