Hey everyone! MiZ McMiLLaN is back and with chapter 2!! Woo hoo! Lol Anyway, I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far!! Please r/r and I'll LUV you forever!

Disclaimer: Hey Arnold, Cinderella, and the songs from Cinderella don't belong to me!! If they did, I'd be VERY rich.

*It's Possible! The Hey Arnold Version of Cinderella*-Chapter 2: The
Football Headed Prince is Giving a Ball!

"Prince Arnold! Prince Arnold! Your Majesty---Oop! I'm okay"

"Eugene, are you okay?" asked Prince Arnold as he helped him up.

Eugene stood up and rubbed his head. "Ugh! I think so. Don't worry about me. It happens all the time."

Prince Arnold chuckled. "Yes, I am aware of that. Now, what is so important that you had to run down the palace hallways like a mad man after me?"

"Oh yes that! Well, I was wondering," he looked down at a list he was carrying, "Which do you prefer better: red roses or white roses?"

"Why do you need to know that?"

"Oh um, uh, n-no r-reason!" Eugene replied as he tried to hide the list behind his back but being the clumsy person he is, he dropped the list and Prince Arnold got a hold of it.

" 'Requirements For Prince Arnold's Ball'? What's this for, Eugene? I'm not throwing a ball.

"Um, no, you aren't but your grandparents are."

"What?!?!?! Why are they throwing me ball?!?!" Arnold yelled as he stormed off to discuss this unnecessary ball with his grandparents.

"Grandfather! Grandmother! What is the purpose for this ball you are throwing for me?"

"Now, Kimba, me and your grandfather---"

"Pookie! You are to leave me out of this! Shortman, I had nothing to do with this! It is all your crazy grandmother's doing!"

"Phil! You said that you also noticed that our grandson seemed lonely. In fact, you're the one that suggested he find a girl to marry!"

"I merely suggested he find someone! Not for you to throw a ball for him!" "HOLD IT!!", shouted Prince Arnold, "Ok, let me get this straight: You two are throwing me a ball so I can find a girl to marry?!?!

"Yes," his grandparents answered simultaneously.

"Uh.Eugene! Come! We have to plan the ball! Now, write down all these things I'm telling you. First, go get me the chef so I can tell him the foods to bring." Arnold's grandma quickly answered before Arnold became enraged at them and began to yell. Instead, he just stormed off, displeased with his grandparent's doing. Well, they were the King and Queen but it still didn't give them the right to but into Arnold's life.

"Pookie, maybe we shouldn't throw this ball. Arnold didn't seem very pleased with the idea. He seemed really mad and he hardly ever gets mad."

"Oh Phil! Stop it! Kimba will thank us later when he has a wife. Now where are those chefs?!?!? Phil, how bout we serve fly soup at the ball?"

"Sorry, your majesty, but fly soup doesn't seem to be on our menu." Answered the chef.

"Oh poodles and fishsticks! You people are too fancy for my liking! You don't even have the simplest fly soup! Just give me the menu to look over! Oh and Eugene, go to town and make the announcement of the ball."

~*~*~*At Town*~*~*~

"Harold, hurry up! We don't have all day and I need to go pick up the dresses I put on hold! Now, stop staring at the baked goods in the store and get your big butt over here! NOW!!

"You're not my mommy or my wife so you are not to tell me what to do!!"

"COME OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!"

"Ugh! Madam fortress mommy!" Harold whined.

All the townspeople were going about their busy lives. Some were picking up bread at the market, some where buying flowers, some were flirting with a French man who had just come to town, and some were just sitting around the fountain talking. No one seemed to notice Eugene and two Royal Guards walk up and stand dead center in front of all the townspeople. The two Guards blew their trumpets they were carrying and that's when the townspeople looked up and started whispering to one another, wondering what was going on. And they soon found out when Eugene announced:

"The Prince is giving a ball!"

"The Prince is giving a ball?!?!," questioned the townspeople. And it finally dawned on them! "THE PRINCE IS GIVING A BALL!!"

They were all talking excitedly and discussing what they were going to wear to the ball while Eugene continued singing (yes, he was singing) about the ball.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Arnold, grandchild of his grandparents who sometimes call him Kimba-"

"Kimba?!?!" piped up a little boy who was obviously not very familiar with a name like that.

"Yes, Kimba! Is giving a ball!"

"The Prince is giving a ball! The Prince is giving a ball!"

"Our daughters' looking dreamy eyed!," sang Mr. Loyd while his wife sang, "The Prince is giving a ball!"

"They say he wants to find a bride! He may find one at the ball!" beamed Rhonda who being the stuck up, self centered girl that she is, thought she was going to be the Prince's bride.

"If only he'd propose to me!" sang Sheena.

"I pray that he'd propose to me!" sang Nadine.

"Why shouldn't he propose to me?!?!" screamed Rhonda who was outraged that there were so many girls who thought that they would be Princess.

"I wish I hadn't married Curly!", sighed Lila, "All he wants to do is ride his Hurley!" (A Hurley is a motorcycle. Just to let everyone out there who was questioning know)

"I'll wear a gown of satin jade," stated Phoebe.

"And me I'm in a pink brocade!", replied Nadine.

"And me I'm STILL in the 4th grade!", sadly replied Harold.

"The Prince is giving a ball! The.Prince.is.giving.a.ball."

Eugene straightened up his hat he was wearing and continued his announcement which he was pleased about because it was causing so much attention. "His Royal Highness, Prince Arnold, grandson of his majesty, Mr. King Phil-"

"Mr. King Phil?!?!?" replied the same little boy who just didn't like these names.

"Yes, Mr. King Phil! Is giving a ball"

"The Prince is giving a ball! The Prince is giving a ball!"

"I have a smile that can't be beat!" sang Lila, who showed off her gorgeous smile and pearly whites.

"I wish I was demure and sweet!" gruffly replied Big Patty, who was until this moment was ignoring all the excitement about the ball but she decided she should join in.

"I wish I were a bolder girl," shyly replied Phoebe.

"I wish I were a shorter girl," sang Sheena.

"I wish I were a older girl," sang Timberly, Gerald's younger sister who had a crush on Prince Arnold but was too young.

"The Prince is giving a ball! The.Prince.is.giving.a.ball!"

"His Royal Highness, Prince Arnold, grandson of her majesty, Mrs. Gertrude Pookie-"

"Pookie?!?!?" Instead of just the little boy replying, all the townspeople questioned that name.

"POOKIE!", now poor Eugene was just annoyed, "Is giving a ball!"

"The Prince is giving a ball! The Prince is giving a ball! The.Prince.is.giving.a.ball!" And with that the townspeople finished their happy tune and made a pose! In the process of doing that, they knocked Eugene in the fountain which tipped over and spilled.

"I'm OKAY!!" Eugene replied while spitting out some water.

"Move out of the way! Now! Ugh! People these days! Just stand wherever they want to! Move you fat fool!" came a deep bellowing voice from the crowd which belonged to non other than Big Bob.

"Daddy, why are all these people so cheerful! What is going on?" said Olga.

"I'll find out, Princess. You! There! With the tall hair!"

"Hey, don't mock the hair, Bubba!" said Gerald his tried to smooth his hair down but it just flung back up into its tall position.

"What in blue blazes is going on here?!?!?! "Well, according to the way all these girls are running out to get new dresses, I would assume that Prince Arnold is throwing a ball to look for a bride."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!", screamed Olga, "Daddy! I wanna go to Prince Arnold's ball! I wanna be the bride! I wanna be a Princess!"

"And don't worry. You will go to the ball and you will be the bride and you will become the Princess!"

"Oh yippee!"

"Now where's your sister?!?! Helga! Get your patootie over here!"

A girl with long blonde hair tied up into a messy ponytail with a dirty brown dress and white apron carrying a boxes of food and clothes turned around from looking at the flowers and went over to her father.

"Yes, dad."

"I need for you to take your sister to shopping for a dress for her to wear to Prince Arnold's ball. Here's some money. Now, I expect you to bring her home with the best looking dress in the whole store or else we won't feed you tonight! Understood, girl?"

Helga rolled her eyes. "Yes Bob. I will. Oh, and on the way, I won't let her talk to strangers or eat anything given to her or let her get kidnapped. But I wish she would" She muttered that part under her breath so her father wouldn't hear.

"That's a good younger daughter." He slapped her on the back which made her fall over and drop the things she was carrying.

"Bye Daddy! I'll see you later! And don't worry! I'll get the bestest dress there is! Come now, baby sister! We must go shopping!" squealed Olga.

Helga got up and brushed off the dirt from her dress. "Um, sorry to break it to ya, 'Big Sis'", she just cringed at using that word, "But, uh, bestest isn't a word."

"So? The point is we have to go get a pretty dress so I can be the bestest looking girl at the ball! Come on! We have so many stores to go to!" Olga happily skipped off to the first dress shop.

Helga, rolling her eyes at her sister who still was choosing to say bestest which wasn't a word, picked up the boxes which had fallen on the floor and reluctantly followed Olga. "Oh yeah, I can't wait."

That's it for chapter 2! Hope you enjoyed it!! R/R and stay tuned for chapter 3!! LuV, MiZ McMiLLaN