-_-_-_-
Bob walked up the staircase and paused beside Helga's room. The house was so quiet without her. He opened the door and realized that he knew too little about his youngest daughter. Looking toward her bed, he noticed his wife Miriam was
curled up on the pink sheets, one of Helga's teddy bears in her arms. He smiled sadly, and pulled one of the blankets
over her. He sat down softly on the side of the bed and looked around.
The room was just a shell now, hollow and empty. The cheerful pink seemed mournful now, and Bob put his head in his hands. He opened his eyes slowly and noticed the corner of a cardboard box. Slightly curious he pulled it out and saw a notebook, a journal to be precise. It was obviously one of many because it was labeled, 'Journal 7' in curly script.
Bob looked around as though he was doing something wrong. He held it in his hands and decided that if he wanted his daughter back, he needed to know more about her, and this was the only way he knew.
-_-_-_-
Phoebe had left the Patakis heartsick, she ached for Helga. Helga was not usually able to deal with new and different emotions and she was not going to handle being removed very well. But then again, Phoebe thought, who could handle it well?
No one took notice of the mournful little asian girl who slowly made her way through the sidewalks.
-_-_-_-
Needless to say, Helga and Julie's "girls night" was a fiasco. An emotionally torn Helga had refused all of Julie's attempts of distraction. Julie had tried everything from Children's Pictionary to UNO but Helga did not take the bait. She didn't know what to think, what to feel and she did not think that playing Chutes and Ladders would help.
Eventually Julie gave up and gave Helga some books to read, and the remote control,
"Well I'm beat, and going straight to bed but you can stay up until ten or so but no later." The clock read 7:30 Helga noted wrily as she listened. "I set up the pull out bed over there, Helga. If you want something from the kitchen help yourself and I'll be in my room if you need anything. I'm glad we got to spend some time together. Now you'll understand that I'm not the big, bad wolf! Go to bed early though, we want you nice and fresh for your foster parents!"
Julie laughed and made her way to the bedroom. After several minutes Helga heard the sound of a television. Following it she peeked in through the horizontal slats in the white wooden door and saw Julie relaxing on her bed with a pillow watching episodes of As the World Spins and All Her Children.
"Oh Wanda, I'm deeply grieved but I, I-"
"Yes, what is it, Damien, what is it?"
"I...I can't marry you."
"What? Why?"
"Its not you its just, you you're a Libra and I'm a Saggitarius. We, well we wouldn't match. But-"
"But what?"
"I've fallen in love with a Taurus.."
"Who?"
"Your sister, Wendy."
She rolled her eyes as she made her way back to the main living room and turned on the tv. After flipping through the channels briefly she picked one and went to raid the pantry. Unfortunately for Helga Julie was a tofu freak and they had had tofu dogs for dinner. Helga had eaten a bite but found it gross so she didn't eat saying she was too upset.
Helga flipped through cabinets and the refridgerator and grimaced at what she saw. In place of Giff, Skippee or Peter Pann there was All Natural No Salt Low Fat Peanut Butter. Instead of Layes or Uts Potato Chips there were plantain chips. No candy and no snack food and the thought of eating Fig Newtons for dinner sickened her.
There was only one way out of this situation. Lou's Falafel Hut and Deli. That would solve her culinary problems for the moment. She didn't like falafel but she did enjoy a good pastrami on rye now and then.
She waited until she was sure that Julie was engrossed in her videos before using the fire escape as a rear door. She crawled out of the window and put a three stacked pennies on the sill. The crack was big enough to ensure that she would be able to get back in, but small enough to not be noticed. From the way Damien and Wanda were going at it, it wouldn't be necessary.
"Wanda, Wanda please! Don't be like this!"
"Be like what Damien? I'm perfectly fine, I never loved you anyways! In fact I've been cheating on you!"
"WHAT? With who? I always that our baby looked a little like the MAILMAN!"
"Oh don't insult me. I'd never do anything like that with a low class postal worker, it was..."
"WELL?"
"YOUR STEPFATHER!"
-_-_-_-
The rain storm had ended fairly soon and Gerald had come over Arnold's as usual. Instead of being greeted by his happy best friend he was greeted by Arnold's melancholy, "Hey Gerald."
"Hey man, whats eating you?"
Arnold turned looked up from his bed where he had been lying on his back, tossing an old baseball up and down. He studied Gerald for a moment then proceeded to tell him all about Helga, but not before binding him to secrecy.
Gerald rolled his eyes, "Ah don't worry about her. I mean all she ever does is bully you and make fun of you and yell at you. What goes around comes around I always say. She was dumb and now she's paying for it."
Arnold sat up, "Hey don't say that Gerald, even you have to admit that came through in the times that we really needed her to. I mean we couldn't have help save the neighborhood without her, or build that float and remember I did have fun with her at Rhonda's Halloween party."
Gerald nodded reluctantly, "Yeah, I guess she's okay, and it does stink that she's getting moved out but I can't feel too much pity for her, no offense man."
"None taken."
"Well, hey we can talk about this down at the Falafel Hut, man am I hungry for a falafel. You up for it?"
Arnold said, "Sure, Gerald, sure."
They did their secret handshake and Gerald ran down the staircase saying, "Okay lets go Arnold! Last one downstairs buys!"
Arnold grinned and ran after him.
-_-_-_-
There a nice long chapter for you all! It was so funny I was writing the Arnold and Gerald scene before and I wrote the funniest outtake for it but you'll have to wait till I finish to read it!
^_*
hail to the revolution
Arynnl
Bob walked up the staircase and paused beside Helga's room. The house was so quiet without her. He opened the door and realized that he knew too little about his youngest daughter. Looking toward her bed, he noticed his wife Miriam was
curled up on the pink sheets, one of Helga's teddy bears in her arms. He smiled sadly, and pulled one of the blankets
over her. He sat down softly on the side of the bed and looked around.
The room was just a shell now, hollow and empty. The cheerful pink seemed mournful now, and Bob put his head in his hands. He opened his eyes slowly and noticed the corner of a cardboard box. Slightly curious he pulled it out and saw a notebook, a journal to be precise. It was obviously one of many because it was labeled, 'Journal 7' in curly script.
Bob looked around as though he was doing something wrong. He held it in his hands and decided that if he wanted his daughter back, he needed to know more about her, and this was the only way he knew.
-_-_-_-
Phoebe had left the Patakis heartsick, she ached for Helga. Helga was not usually able to deal with new and different emotions and she was not going to handle being removed very well. But then again, Phoebe thought, who could handle it well?
No one took notice of the mournful little asian girl who slowly made her way through the sidewalks.
-_-_-_-
Needless to say, Helga and Julie's "girls night" was a fiasco. An emotionally torn Helga had refused all of Julie's attempts of distraction. Julie had tried everything from Children's Pictionary to UNO but Helga did not take the bait. She didn't know what to think, what to feel and she did not think that playing Chutes and Ladders would help.
Eventually Julie gave up and gave Helga some books to read, and the remote control,
"Well I'm beat, and going straight to bed but you can stay up until ten or so but no later." The clock read 7:30 Helga noted wrily as she listened. "I set up the pull out bed over there, Helga. If you want something from the kitchen help yourself and I'll be in my room if you need anything. I'm glad we got to spend some time together. Now you'll understand that I'm not the big, bad wolf! Go to bed early though, we want you nice and fresh for your foster parents!"
Julie laughed and made her way to the bedroom. After several minutes Helga heard the sound of a television. Following it she peeked in through the horizontal slats in the white wooden door and saw Julie relaxing on her bed with a pillow watching episodes of As the World Spins and All Her Children.
"Oh Wanda, I'm deeply grieved but I, I-"
"Yes, what is it, Damien, what is it?"
"I...I can't marry you."
"What? Why?"
"Its not you its just, you you're a Libra and I'm a Saggitarius. We, well we wouldn't match. But-"
"But what?"
"I've fallen in love with a Taurus.."
"Who?"
"Your sister, Wendy."
She rolled her eyes as she made her way back to the main living room and turned on the tv. After flipping through the channels briefly she picked one and went to raid the pantry. Unfortunately for Helga Julie was a tofu freak and they had had tofu dogs for dinner. Helga had eaten a bite but found it gross so she didn't eat saying she was too upset.
Helga flipped through cabinets and the refridgerator and grimaced at what she saw. In place of Giff, Skippee or Peter Pann there was All Natural No Salt Low Fat Peanut Butter. Instead of Layes or Uts Potato Chips there were plantain chips. No candy and no snack food and the thought of eating Fig Newtons for dinner sickened her.
There was only one way out of this situation. Lou's Falafel Hut and Deli. That would solve her culinary problems for the moment. She didn't like falafel but she did enjoy a good pastrami on rye now and then.
She waited until she was sure that Julie was engrossed in her videos before using the fire escape as a rear door. She crawled out of the window and put a three stacked pennies on the sill. The crack was big enough to ensure that she would be able to get back in, but small enough to not be noticed. From the way Damien and Wanda were going at it, it wouldn't be necessary.
"Wanda, Wanda please! Don't be like this!"
"Be like what Damien? I'm perfectly fine, I never loved you anyways! In fact I've been cheating on you!"
"WHAT? With who? I always that our baby looked a little like the MAILMAN!"
"Oh don't insult me. I'd never do anything like that with a low class postal worker, it was..."
"WELL?"
"YOUR STEPFATHER!"
-_-_-_-
The rain storm had ended fairly soon and Gerald had come over Arnold's as usual. Instead of being greeted by his happy best friend he was greeted by Arnold's melancholy, "Hey Gerald."
"Hey man, whats eating you?"
Arnold turned looked up from his bed where he had been lying on his back, tossing an old baseball up and down. He studied Gerald for a moment then proceeded to tell him all about Helga, but not before binding him to secrecy.
Gerald rolled his eyes, "Ah don't worry about her. I mean all she ever does is bully you and make fun of you and yell at you. What goes around comes around I always say. She was dumb and now she's paying for it."
Arnold sat up, "Hey don't say that Gerald, even you have to admit that came through in the times that we really needed her to. I mean we couldn't have help save the neighborhood without her, or build that float and remember I did have fun with her at Rhonda's Halloween party."
Gerald nodded reluctantly, "Yeah, I guess she's okay, and it does stink that she's getting moved out but I can't feel too much pity for her, no offense man."
"None taken."
"Well, hey we can talk about this down at the Falafel Hut, man am I hungry for a falafel. You up for it?"
Arnold said, "Sure, Gerald, sure."
They did their secret handshake and Gerald ran down the staircase saying, "Okay lets go Arnold! Last one downstairs buys!"
Arnold grinned and ran after him.
-_-_-_-
There a nice long chapter for you all! It was so funny I was writing the Arnold and Gerald scene before and I wrote the funniest outtake for it but you'll have to wait till I finish to read it!
^_*
hail to the revolution
Arynnl