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!!