A/n: I spent six hours a few nights ago trying to find a good Hey Arnold! Story and you know what I found. A whole bunch of stories that have the same plot.oh sure, there where a few that weren't but that was like five stories in fourteen pages!!!!

SO, I decided to write a fic that I hope is a little different from everyone else's.

Disclaimer: I do not, in no legal. er ANY, way, own Hey Arnold! So bleh! *blows a raspberry*

REMEMBER this is an AU fic

~ Jungle Fever ~

~ Chapter One: Home Inside the Birdcage ~

Arnold trailed one tan hand through his cornflower hair and looked around at the scraggle (my own word :D means array.a big mess ;) ] of boxes surrounding him like a legion of un-trained ninjas. He sighed and ascended down the attic stairs from his room to the floor below.

Arnold Patrick Melbony (Arnold is fine) was in the middle of moving into his grandparents boarding home. His parents had finally decided that the jungle was no place for a proper education, and had sent him here to finish high school while they took their second honeymoon at the site of Stella's, Arnold's mother, expedition where they had meet.

He finally made it to the bottom floor where his grandfather sat drinkng a cup of juice and reading the newpaper. He looked up at Arnold and smiled.

"Hey there Short Man! How are you this fiiiiine morning?" he pracitcally sang out. Phil (Grandpa) was apparntly in a very good mood this day.

"I'm fine Gramps. You?"

"I'm g-" he suddenly stopped talking and looked quizzickly at his drink. "What in the -? POOKIE!"

"Yes King Philus?" Gertie (Grandma) asked from where she standing by the stove. She turned to Phil, adjusting her toga, as she smiled at him.

"Pookie! What kind of juice is this?"

"Well you see, the Royal Orchard was fresh out of any fruits, so I went to the Royal Garden and picked some rasber-"

"RASBERRY JUICE!" Phil yelped. He turned to Arnold with a panicked expression. "Remember Arnold, NEVER EAT RASBERRIES!!!!" Phil sprinted from the kitchen to the W/C (bathroom) while Gertie smiled a little crazilly.

"Poor King Philus. Nobody told him that the Toilatres are broken." At that moment Arnold decided to ignore the plunger and hammer sitting in the corner. (a/n: I have one warped sense o humor don't I?) He tried to slip past Gertie to grap an apple from the fridge but she spotted him right away.

"Ah! Prince Arnoldi!!! Your presence is required immediately in the dining hall. Your grandfather, King Philus, claims that you have been avoiding meals, so sit down while I feed you a feast fit for, well, A PRINCE!"

Arnold caved in and sat at the table, not quite knowing what to expect his grandmother to feed him, and looked at the clock trying to calculate how much longer he had till he had to register at the local high school.

~*~*~*~*~ In another part of town ~*~*~*~*~

Helga G. Pataki, was not an ugly girl. She was not a crude girl. She didn't have bad manners. She didn't have bad hygiene. She didn't get bad grades, or get in trouble during school. But Helga was the school outcast.

Oh sure, she was best friends with the most popular girl in school, but that both agreed it would be batter for the other girls reputation if that said that their friendship was a charity case from the other girl to Helga.

She pouted infront of her mirror, doing her best to make her hair NOT look like rat in traction, while she glanced at the clock.

She only had a few minutes before she had to get to school and fill in for Mrs. Octavia and register the new students. Helga Pataki was ABSOLUTELY.

.terrified.

So many people, and she actually had to talk to them without even knowing them, and then help them fill out their forms and help them get their schedule.

It would be pure hell.

Why, oh WHY, had she signed up as office aid?

Because she had to prove that she was just as good, if not better, than her sister Olga P. Pataki.

Helga finally succeded in making her hair look nothing like a mutilated rodent and slipped a pink headband over her dull blonde hair. She pushed up her large oval glasses and glanced once again at the clock.

She better get going.. She walked to the door, and slipped into her red flats (almost heel-less shoes incase u didn't know) and slipped her pink windbreaker over her blood red sweater and flamingo-pink skirt.

"Goodbye Bob," she called to her father

"Huh?" a mutter came from the living room. "Oh,. yeah,. bye Olga." Helga didn't bother to correct him.

"Goodbye Miriam," she called to her mother. Some mumblings followed by loud snoring emmited from the kitchen. Helga sighed, forlornly, and exited the building that was her house.

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A/N: that's it for chappie one sorry. But wait on your seats for Chapter Two: Straight Outta the Amazon