Disclaimer: Oh yeah. I don't own Hey Arnold! I just Wish
I did.
Movie 2 Part 2 -At The Mansion-
Helga sat in a large room. It was quite beautiful. It was like
a billionaires mansion or something. "So, what was the
name of the song you sang at your pathetic little school?"
Terrence asked. "It was called 'You'. Why do you care?"
Helga scowled. "Let's just say, because you sing so well, so
wonderful, so beautifully, that I have to have you to sing
for me." Helga rolled her eyes. "Exactly why do I have to
sing for you!? I'm dying to know! Why?!" Terrence walked
over to a large painting of a young girl on it. "Because!
Your voice is exactly like the voice of another girl I knew.
She sang one song every day so she could do good at her
performances every weekend. She was a super rich snobby
star! That's why I have this huge mansion!" Terrence fell
into a big armchair. Helga blinked continuously. "Well,
where is she?" Terrence looked up from his lap. "She ran
away. All because every once and a while I would want her
to sing for me. I got so used to her singing all the time that
I would ask her all the time to sing. I'm just so stupid. The
only reason I wanted her to sing for me is cause I loved her
voice. Plus, I always thought she loved to sing a lot." Helga
looked dull. "So, she just left this huge mansion all to
you?" Terrence nodded. "Yep. So, what song do you love
the most?" Helga sighed. "Uh, you know I'm not gonna
sing to you. Right? Wait a minute, I don't even know what
your name is! What is your name?" Terrence looked
surprised. "Oh yeah! I never did tell you did I? My name is
Terrence." Helga grinned. "Cool. That's a nice name. Was
that girl you were talking about your girlfriend or
something?" Terrence nodded. "Yeah, the coolest one I've
ever had." Helga reached into her shirt and pulled out a
piece of gum, unwrapped it, then stuck it in her mouth.
"Well, I'm still not singing for you." She said as she
chewed on her cotton candy flavored gum. "How old was
she?" questioned Helga. "She was 14." Terrence replied.
Helga grinned. "How old are you?" Terrence slouched
down in a chair he had just then sat in. "I'm 12." Helga
burst out laughing. "She's older than you, and she let you
take advantage of her!?! Ha! You're good!!! She must of
been a real careless girl if she let a squirt like you boss her
around." Terrence blushed. "It's not my fault she has
issues." Helga grinned. "Hey, I wouldn't be talking! Your
the one who picked me up from no where, mister 'I can fly
through the air like a freak'. You da one with the issues."
Terrence stood up. " Hey!! You be quiet! You're just
jealous that I can pull a stunt like flying, and you can't."
Helga snorted. "So what if I am? How did you get to be
able to fly anyway?" Terrence thought a moment trying to
remember how it all happened. " Oh, it's called 'witch
craft'. I learned it when I was nine. I guess it paid off."
Helga's face brightened. "Cool!!!! Teach me how to
make little 3rd graders into thinking I'm the queen of
the world." Terrence laughed. "Yeah, right. That's not what
witch craft does. It doesn't hypnotize people, Stupid."
Helga stood up and got in his face. "You listen here,
STUPID! You don't call me, Helga G. Pataki, Stupid!!
Cause I'm not! I'm as smart as they come, got it, you little
reject from space?!!" Terrence grabbed her by the arm.
"You Listen! I brought you here to sing! Not make idol
chit-chat with you! Either sing or you'll be put in a place
you don't want to be!" Helga laughed. "Yeah? Like
where!?" Terrence replied with only a snicker.
Well Then!! I love all the reviews! I tried to make
this a little easier to read, but I don't think I accomplished
that. All those reviews encourages me to type more, so
I'm sure you'll see a lot of updates in the future. Oh yeah,
Thanks For fixing the first chapter, Mic Mic. (^-^)
Anyway, I forgot to say that the gang is all in 5th grade
now, and Arnold and Helga are 10 years old. I'm working
on the 3rd chap. So look for updates! Thanks!!
I did.
Movie 2 Part 2 -At The Mansion-
Helga sat in a large room. It was quite beautiful. It was like
a billionaires mansion or something. "So, what was the
name of the song you sang at your pathetic little school?"
Terrence asked. "It was called 'You'. Why do you care?"
Helga scowled. "Let's just say, because you sing so well, so
wonderful, so beautifully, that I have to have you to sing
for me." Helga rolled her eyes. "Exactly why do I have to
sing for you!? I'm dying to know! Why?!" Terrence walked
over to a large painting of a young girl on it. "Because!
Your voice is exactly like the voice of another girl I knew.
She sang one song every day so she could do good at her
performances every weekend. She was a super rich snobby
star! That's why I have this huge mansion!" Terrence fell
into a big armchair. Helga blinked continuously. "Well,
where is she?" Terrence looked up from his lap. "She ran
away. All because every once and a while I would want her
to sing for me. I got so used to her singing all the time that
I would ask her all the time to sing. I'm just so stupid. The
only reason I wanted her to sing for me is cause I loved her
voice. Plus, I always thought she loved to sing a lot." Helga
looked dull. "So, she just left this huge mansion all to
you?" Terrence nodded. "Yep. So, what song do you love
the most?" Helga sighed. "Uh, you know I'm not gonna
sing to you. Right? Wait a minute, I don't even know what
your name is! What is your name?" Terrence looked
surprised. "Oh yeah! I never did tell you did I? My name is
Terrence." Helga grinned. "Cool. That's a nice name. Was
that girl you were talking about your girlfriend or
something?" Terrence nodded. "Yeah, the coolest one I've
ever had." Helga reached into her shirt and pulled out a
piece of gum, unwrapped it, then stuck it in her mouth.
"Well, I'm still not singing for you." She said as she
chewed on her cotton candy flavored gum. "How old was
she?" questioned Helga. "She was 14." Terrence replied.
Helga grinned. "How old are you?" Terrence slouched
down in a chair he had just then sat in. "I'm 12." Helga
burst out laughing. "She's older than you, and she let you
take advantage of her!?! Ha! You're good!!! She must of
been a real careless girl if she let a squirt like you boss her
around." Terrence blushed. "It's not my fault she has
issues." Helga grinned. "Hey, I wouldn't be talking! Your
the one who picked me up from no where, mister 'I can fly
through the air like a freak'. You da one with the issues."
Terrence stood up. " Hey!! You be quiet! You're just
jealous that I can pull a stunt like flying, and you can't."
Helga snorted. "So what if I am? How did you get to be
able to fly anyway?" Terrence thought a moment trying to
remember how it all happened. " Oh, it's called 'witch
craft'. I learned it when I was nine. I guess it paid off."
Helga's face brightened. "Cool!!!! Teach me how to
make little 3rd graders into thinking I'm the queen of
the world." Terrence laughed. "Yeah, right. That's not what
witch craft does. It doesn't hypnotize people, Stupid."
Helga stood up and got in his face. "You listen here,
STUPID! You don't call me, Helga G. Pataki, Stupid!!
Cause I'm not! I'm as smart as they come, got it, you little
reject from space?!!" Terrence grabbed her by the arm.
"You Listen! I brought you here to sing! Not make idol
chit-chat with you! Either sing or you'll be put in a place
you don't want to be!" Helga laughed. "Yeah? Like
where!?" Terrence replied with only a snicker.
Well Then!! I love all the reviews! I tried to make
this a little easier to read, but I don't think I accomplished
that. All those reviews encourages me to type more, so
I'm sure you'll see a lot of updates in the future. Oh yeah,
Thanks For fixing the first chapter, Mic Mic. (^-^)
Anyway, I forgot to say that the gang is all in 5th grade
now, and Arnold and Helga are 10 years old. I'm working
on the 3rd chap. So look for updates! Thanks!!
