Disclaimer: Trust me NEVER K.O. Craig Bartlett over ownership of Hey
Arnold, spending the night in Juvenile Hall is not exactly what you call
fun.
~!@#$%^&*()_-= +Phoebe, my only true blue friend~!@#$%^&*()_-=+
Kiwanis (Hello, I think,,,) Pheebs, So I guess I'm dead huh? Well, don't cry over me, I mean I was the evil person in your life, but ya know what? You stuck by me the whole time. That's why you're the sister I wish Olga was. Come to think of it, there is - *was* a reason I'm (scratch that) I was so mean to you. You are just TOO SHY. I figured if I was mean to you (to a certain degree) you'd retaliate, which in turn would have you keep a slight bond, but still go out into the world known as social life. Well, you were making great progress, then I had to go and die. Just keep going out further, do it for me ok? Great, now I gotta beg for forgiveness after torturing you this long. Oh yeah, you've never done anything wrong to me so don't beat yourself up. Even the broken leg ploy had good reason. I shouldn't have brought that up should I? Ok, let's change the subject. Good ole 'ice- cream' should be coming over some time soon to confirm what I wrote in his letter, ha, so dense he can't even believe black and white ink. Now, knowing you, you probably want to do something in my memory, then again, maybe you're glad to be free, I don't know, but if you do want to do a favor here it is, DON'T LET GERALD SLIP LIKE I LET ARNOLD! Yes Pheebs, it's THAT obvious. Then again maybe I just know you well enough to know you like him, cause he sure doesn't seem to realize it. Ok, I have one last favor/command to ask/tell you, I want YOU, Phoebe Hyerdhal (my mistake, Phoebe Hyerdhal-Johanssen, funny how my sense of humor is only discovered AFTER it's to late to share,,,) , to divide my possessions, including all journals, shrines, etc. between our original 4th grade group, ALL of Mr. Simmons' class, including granola boy himself. I just have 1 thing to say, well, it's sorta 3,,, make sure that Arnold gets at least one of my journals and one of my shrines, Mr. Simmons gets one of my journals, Dr. Bliss gets the rest of my journals, unless you want to keep one or two or a bazillion of them. Well, that's not a lot to remember me by, but one of my journals should help you remember me, kinda,,, Well, I guess that's all there is to say, so here is my final goodbye.
Stay smart, Keep Gerald for yourself, and travel out into the social world. You do that and I'll tell Mr. Almighty over here, to let you in when you die.
Your (late) friend/enemy/tyrant,
Helga G. (Geraldine) Pataki
~!@#$%^&*()_-= +Phoebe, my only true blue friend~!@#$%^&*()_-=+
Kiwanis (Hello, I think,,,) Pheebs, So I guess I'm dead huh? Well, don't cry over me, I mean I was the evil person in your life, but ya know what? You stuck by me the whole time. That's why you're the sister I wish Olga was. Come to think of it, there is - *was* a reason I'm (scratch that) I was so mean to you. You are just TOO SHY. I figured if I was mean to you (to a certain degree) you'd retaliate, which in turn would have you keep a slight bond, but still go out into the world known as social life. Well, you were making great progress, then I had to go and die. Just keep going out further, do it for me ok? Great, now I gotta beg for forgiveness after torturing you this long. Oh yeah, you've never done anything wrong to me so don't beat yourself up. Even the broken leg ploy had good reason. I shouldn't have brought that up should I? Ok, let's change the subject. Good ole 'ice- cream' should be coming over some time soon to confirm what I wrote in his letter, ha, so dense he can't even believe black and white ink. Now, knowing you, you probably want to do something in my memory, then again, maybe you're glad to be free, I don't know, but if you do want to do a favor here it is, DON'T LET GERALD SLIP LIKE I LET ARNOLD! Yes Pheebs, it's THAT obvious. Then again maybe I just know you well enough to know you like him, cause he sure doesn't seem to realize it. Ok, I have one last favor/command to ask/tell you, I want YOU, Phoebe Hyerdhal (my mistake, Phoebe Hyerdhal-Johanssen, funny how my sense of humor is only discovered AFTER it's to late to share,,,) , to divide my possessions, including all journals, shrines, etc. between our original 4th grade group, ALL of Mr. Simmons' class, including granola boy himself. I just have 1 thing to say, well, it's sorta 3,,, make sure that Arnold gets at least one of my journals and one of my shrines, Mr. Simmons gets one of my journals, Dr. Bliss gets the rest of my journals, unless you want to keep one or two or a bazillion of them. Well, that's not a lot to remember me by, but one of my journals should help you remember me, kinda,,, Well, I guess that's all there is to say, so here is my final goodbye.
Stay smart, Keep Gerald for yourself, and travel out into the social world. You do that and I'll tell Mr. Almighty over here, to let you in when you die.
Your (late) friend/enemy/tyrant,
Helga G. (Geraldine) Pataki