Where We're From
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: Okay, I think you know by now that I don't own Hey Arnold. Oh, and I don't own the Super Bowl either.
Hey, I'm in a little bit of a hyper mood now, so I'll make this quick. Here's chapter 11, enjoy.
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Chapter 11: Retirement
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'I don't know if I could ever replace Arnold as a teammate, a coach, or a friend. ' Anderson said as he gave the speech at Arnold's coaching retirement party. After almost thirty long years of coaching, Arnold was retiring. He was getting into his fifties, and decided to spend the remainder of his time more at home, than to constantly be at football practices, and football games. He would be an announcer for home games and the Super Bowl instead, so his team members decided to throw their MVP and best coach ever a retirement party.
'I remember the times that our team would start slacking off, so Arnold brought Helga to practice.' That comment produced a few snickers from the audience, and made Helga blush the color of the lipstick she was wearing.
'She whipped us into shape pretty quickly. She'd drop little Jayme and Jeana off at the nursery, and in later years little Sean, and come coach us. She wasn't a pro at football, but she knew how to get us running.
~Flashback~
'What do you think you're doing!?' THAT was PATHETIC!' Helga yelled at one of the men laying on the ground, his mouth full of mud. Helga stuck the football she was carrying under her arm and continued walking in between the neat rows of the Viking football players as Arnold watched contentedly. Serves them right for thinking it would be funny to all skip practice one day and party instead.
'Now I don't wanna see any of the rest of you slobs pulling one of those you hear me' Helga yelled spitefully. 'Think like winners, you bunch of losers. Now I want fifty push ups, and we're gonna run the play again and again until we get it perfect!' Arnold continued to smile off to the side. It reminded him of his younger days when she would yell at their neighborhood football team to do better. The men may not all ways like it when he brings her in to straighten them out, but at least he can always give them a motivational threat. If any of them begin to goof off, he just jokes with them that he'll bring in Helga. It's not that the men didn't like Helga, they liked her as a person, not as a coach. She was too hard on them, even at the professional league. But sometimes they needed that extra push to get them moving. Even professionals slaked off sometimes.
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Helga smiled sheepishly as her family laughed.
'You used to do that mom?' Jeana laughed.
'Yeah, well it always seemed to work with football head's team, even when we were little.' Arnold looked at her and smiled. Their kids laughed at the nick name she called him. Whenever she was joking around, she would call him football head, head boy, or any other of the childish nicknames she so lovingly given him in earlier years. She never allowed any of their kids to call him those names, though. They were strictly her nicknames for him.
'I think we're all gonna miss having Helga and Ol' Betsy coming into practice from now on, but we'll miss Helga too.' Anderson smirked, and then winked at Arnold who in turn laughed.
'Arnold has given this team such accomplishments in his years of coaching, including his world famous plays. He never fails to completely distract and confuse the other team. His plays and his coaching have brought this team so far. Out of the thirty-five years that he has coached and played for the Vikings, we've gone to the Super Bowl twenty-seven times, winning twenty- one of them. I think we should stop right there for a moment and give this extraordinary guy a round of applause.' Anderson stopped, and the crowd of players, and co-coaches clapped for him. Helga looked at her husband. He was beaming so brightly. Helga was never more proud of him in her whole life, and she could tell by the looks on her children's faces that they were equally proud. Helga smiled, and looked up at Anderson as the applause diminished.
'He didn't just bring talent to this team, he brought his good personality, and his good heart. Every time we won, he would go the extra mile to make sure we knew how proud he was. Even when we lost, he brought our spirits up and told us that we could do it the next time. One time the score was 48-0 and we were losing at half time, but he came up with a new set of plays and we won the game 52-48. He told us that we could do it, and we did. He never lost faith in us, and he never gave up.
'I don't think we could ever replace anyone like Arnold as a teammate, a coach, or a friend. I want to wish Arnold and his family the best of luck in the years to come, and good luck with the announcing. Oh, and Helga, I'll make sure to keep you in mind so I can call you up every time this team slacks off.' Everyone laughed, and Anderson held up his glass. 'I want to give a toast to Arnold, for his hard work, his dedication, his talent, and to Arnold.' Everybody held up their own glasses in the same way and did the toast.
After a few more speaches were said and done, it was Arnold's turn to give his farwell speech.
'I just want to say that I'll never forget this team as long as I live. No, really! Even when I had to bring Helga in, I would still see the determination shining in the eyes of this team. I remember when I was Anderson's teammate, and then when I was his coach and when he became my co- head coach. I remember when Johnson joined the team a while back, and how determined he was.
~Flashback~
It was Johnson's first day at practice, Sam Johnson that is. Unfortunately for him, the team had been misbehaving and Helga was present to throw in a few of her torture drills.
'Hustle up men, or should I say boys?! My grandma can do better than you, and she's dead!' She yelled as she twirled her whistle that was around her neck.
'I wanna see you run football head's loopy plays, and I wanna see you do them right! Starting with the backwards, upward, triple fluke, square-cut, angle liner belly flop!' she stuck the whistle in her mouth and blew it so hard the men thought it might burst out their ear drums. The plays started, and just as they were getting to the square-cut where it was Johnson's turn to handle the ball, he fumbled it, and Helga belw the whistle as Johnson did his own belly flop onto the ground. She walked over to him and stood above him, not shifting her stoic eyes from his. He looked up, and was immediately frightened by the face she had on. It was a dark scowl, not very fitting for such a pretty face. She bent down so she was eye level with him and glared at him.
'What the HELL are you still doing on the ground!?' she yelled. Arnold ran over and pulled Helga up and back, before she did anything she might regret.
'Honey,' he whispered in her ear, 'It's Johnson's first day. Give him a little slack.'' Helga's face grew a little softer, but it never lost that stone cold glare. She faced the players as Arnold helped Johnson up.
'As you all know me, I don't CUT anyone slack!' she stopped pacing and turned toward Johnson who was slumped over, and feeling all of his pride being shot.
'But I'll make an acception.' She said in such a way that he knew he should never let it happen again with her around. Helga continued: 'Now you know, and you'll never do that again, got it!?' Johnson nodded vigorously and Helga nodded.
'Good, now let's get back to drills!' she blew her whistle and all the players hustled back into position as Arnold brought Johnson to sit on a bench, recovering from the shock Helga had onhim. Arnold turned to his newest player.
'Hey Johnson, don't worry about it. Just get back up right away next time and do whatever she says and you'll be fine.' Johnson looked at his coach with a very shocked face now.
'And she's your wife!? How do you put up with this all the time?' They both looiked over at Helga who was screaming at the players.
'MOVE! MOVE! Come on pick it up you pussies, I don't got all day you know. '
Arnold shrugged, then smiled. 'Actually, she's never like this, only at practice. She used to act like this all the time when we were little though. She used to torture the hell out of me, but that's a different story.' Johnson smiled. He didn't think he'd ever figure out his coach's wife, but he could tell that his coach had. Arnold gave Johnson's back a pat and stood up.
'Let's get back to practice, huh?' Johnson looked over to the other players, and Helga.
'LOWER! LOWER!' Helga yelled, 'If you don't get lower on those up downs, you're going to do FIFTY MORE!' Johnson smiled and nodded as he ran to join the rest of his teammated.
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'Sam Johnson ended up being one of my best players ever. He must have taken my advice, and he listened to my wife from that day forward.
'The Super Bowl was the event I looked forward to every season. Like Anderson said, we won it a record amount of times. This team is unbeatable, and I have the faith that it will stay like that.
~Flahback~
'Go! Go! Go! Go!' Helga yelled as she watched her husband's team take down the field at the Super Bowl.
'Run, run, run, run, run, c'mon Everson.' Jordan yelled. Gerald, Jayme, Phoebe and Sean were just as engrossed in the game as Helga and jOrdan, but Jeana could care less and continued to talk on her cell phone.
'NO Molly, I DON"T think we should be friends with her.Why? What do you mean why!? She's a total freak! Why should we.she did? Are you serious? Well then sign me up for that when I get home, I'm at this stupid football game.yeah, my dad's team is playing.I KNOW that it's the superbowl but I don't care. Football is a stupid sport. What's so special about trying to get a little leather ball down the field.'Jeana talked to Molly long distance while lying on one of the couches that occupied their box seats. She looked over at the other occupants of the box and rolled her eyes. They looked so stupid cheering like idiots. Football made no sense to her. It was just a bunch of men running around in pants too tight for them, trying to get a leather ball down the field. Yeah, loads of fun.
'Touch down!' Gerald yelled as he threw his arms up in the air and gave a hi-five to his son. Phoebe hugged Helga and Jayme and Sean cheered along. Helga's cell phone rang.
'Hello?' she asked, 'Arnold! That play was amazing! I never thought Johnson could pull it off! That boy has grown so good!'
'Yeah! I can't believe it! How's it going up there?.Oh, Jeana's not watching again, that figures.you too! Bye.' Arnold hung up just as his players started coming in after the buzzer sounded for half time. Arnold led his team to the locker rooms.
'Okay men, we're doing really good so far, but our opponents are gonna try to pull something tricky, so we need to fight back strong, but smart. Follow your teammates, and pass the ball if a clump is coming at you. Helga said that you guys loook great!' The players smiled, and Arnold continued to talk to his team.
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'I was so proud of this team, expecially the first time we won the Super Bowl with me as head coach that year. I can still remember that score exactly. It was 52-28. The Raiders started making a comeback, but we kept them down.
'I wouldn't trade this team for any other team in the world. This team doesn't only have talent, you have extreme determination that I"ve never seen in anyone else. In my thirty years of coaching, I could never ask for a better way of ending it. It all fit together perfectly, but still all good things must come to an end. Thank you for making my coaching, and playing experience one of the best experiences I've ever had. I'll enver forget you.' Everyone clapped for Arnold as he walked back to his table.
'Group picture!' someone yelled, so Arnold and his team huddled together in a group as cameras flashed, and the room lluminated from the light. Helga smiled as she saw a tear fall from her husband's eye. He was giving up something he loved for something he loved even more, his family. Helga looked back at her family. Oh, how it was growing. She watched Jeana struggle to stand up as she held her swolen belly. She was due any time and Helga couldn't stop smiling at her daughter and son-in-law. Helga would soon be a grandmother! She could barely handle herself emotionally when she turned into a mother, but a grandmother? She couldn't wait!
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Paul Anderson wiped a tear from his eye as he continued.
'If there was only one way that I could remember Arnold would be his persistence. I'll all ways remember helga for her commitment. She never had to be there, but she was. They both pushed the team as far as it could go, then further. That built this team into what it is now. It was hard following in Arnold's footsteps, but it just proves how amazing he was at coaching. I'll never forget his persistence. Arnold, Helga, may you rest in peace. I know you will.' Anderson stepped down from the podium, and Phoebe got up and slowly moved to the front using her walker. She had gotten a stroke only a few years earlier and it had affected her physical activity, including walking.Helga had joked with her after she had gotten better and said that it was because she wasted her brain on being smart all those years. Phoebe wiped her tears away from thet thought as she finally approached the podium. Her son, Jordan smiled at her from the audience, and Gerald gave her the thumbs up.
'If you thought it sounded magical when Jeana, Jayme and Sean were born, then you haven't heard anything. Helga and Arnold found it even more amazing when little Cassandra showed up, Cassie.' Jeana hugged her daughet, Cassie to her even tighter and Cried. Cassie looked over at her mother.
'It's okay mom,' Cassie said to Jeana, 'Frandma and Grandpa will always be with us.' Casie herself tried to hide a few tears and looked over at her absent father.
'Helga and Arnold were so pleased when Cassie was born, and they started feeling old at the same time. I'm sure Cassie has heard the story thousands of times, but here it goes again.
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Okay, lemme know what ya think! R/R please and.
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
PS just remember, I'm hyper so just ignore my comments, lol.:D
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: Okay, I think you know by now that I don't own Hey Arnold. Oh, and I don't own the Super Bowl either.
Hey, I'm in a little bit of a hyper mood now, so I'll make this quick. Here's chapter 11, enjoy.
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Chapter 11: Retirement
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'I don't know if I could ever replace Arnold as a teammate, a coach, or a friend. ' Anderson said as he gave the speech at Arnold's coaching retirement party. After almost thirty long years of coaching, Arnold was retiring. He was getting into his fifties, and decided to spend the remainder of his time more at home, than to constantly be at football practices, and football games. He would be an announcer for home games and the Super Bowl instead, so his team members decided to throw their MVP and best coach ever a retirement party.
'I remember the times that our team would start slacking off, so Arnold brought Helga to practice.' That comment produced a few snickers from the audience, and made Helga blush the color of the lipstick she was wearing.
'She whipped us into shape pretty quickly. She'd drop little Jayme and Jeana off at the nursery, and in later years little Sean, and come coach us. She wasn't a pro at football, but she knew how to get us running.
~Flashback~
'What do you think you're doing!?' THAT was PATHETIC!' Helga yelled at one of the men laying on the ground, his mouth full of mud. Helga stuck the football she was carrying under her arm and continued walking in between the neat rows of the Viking football players as Arnold watched contentedly. Serves them right for thinking it would be funny to all skip practice one day and party instead.
'Now I don't wanna see any of the rest of you slobs pulling one of those you hear me' Helga yelled spitefully. 'Think like winners, you bunch of losers. Now I want fifty push ups, and we're gonna run the play again and again until we get it perfect!' Arnold continued to smile off to the side. It reminded him of his younger days when she would yell at their neighborhood football team to do better. The men may not all ways like it when he brings her in to straighten them out, but at least he can always give them a motivational threat. If any of them begin to goof off, he just jokes with them that he'll bring in Helga. It's not that the men didn't like Helga, they liked her as a person, not as a coach. She was too hard on them, even at the professional league. But sometimes they needed that extra push to get them moving. Even professionals slaked off sometimes.
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Helga smiled sheepishly as her family laughed.
'You used to do that mom?' Jeana laughed.
'Yeah, well it always seemed to work with football head's team, even when we were little.' Arnold looked at her and smiled. Their kids laughed at the nick name she called him. Whenever she was joking around, she would call him football head, head boy, or any other of the childish nicknames she so lovingly given him in earlier years. She never allowed any of their kids to call him those names, though. They were strictly her nicknames for him.
'I think we're all gonna miss having Helga and Ol' Betsy coming into practice from now on, but we'll miss Helga too.' Anderson smirked, and then winked at Arnold who in turn laughed.
'Arnold has given this team such accomplishments in his years of coaching, including his world famous plays. He never fails to completely distract and confuse the other team. His plays and his coaching have brought this team so far. Out of the thirty-five years that he has coached and played for the Vikings, we've gone to the Super Bowl twenty-seven times, winning twenty- one of them. I think we should stop right there for a moment and give this extraordinary guy a round of applause.' Anderson stopped, and the crowd of players, and co-coaches clapped for him. Helga looked at her husband. He was beaming so brightly. Helga was never more proud of him in her whole life, and she could tell by the looks on her children's faces that they were equally proud. Helga smiled, and looked up at Anderson as the applause diminished.
'He didn't just bring talent to this team, he brought his good personality, and his good heart. Every time we won, he would go the extra mile to make sure we knew how proud he was. Even when we lost, he brought our spirits up and told us that we could do it the next time. One time the score was 48-0 and we were losing at half time, but he came up with a new set of plays and we won the game 52-48. He told us that we could do it, and we did. He never lost faith in us, and he never gave up.
'I don't think we could ever replace anyone like Arnold as a teammate, a coach, or a friend. I want to wish Arnold and his family the best of luck in the years to come, and good luck with the announcing. Oh, and Helga, I'll make sure to keep you in mind so I can call you up every time this team slacks off.' Everyone laughed, and Anderson held up his glass. 'I want to give a toast to Arnold, for his hard work, his dedication, his talent, and to Arnold.' Everybody held up their own glasses in the same way and did the toast.
After a few more speaches were said and done, it was Arnold's turn to give his farwell speech.
'I just want to say that I'll never forget this team as long as I live. No, really! Even when I had to bring Helga in, I would still see the determination shining in the eyes of this team. I remember when I was Anderson's teammate, and then when I was his coach and when he became my co- head coach. I remember when Johnson joined the team a while back, and how determined he was.
~Flashback~
It was Johnson's first day at practice, Sam Johnson that is. Unfortunately for him, the team had been misbehaving and Helga was present to throw in a few of her torture drills.
'Hustle up men, or should I say boys?! My grandma can do better than you, and she's dead!' She yelled as she twirled her whistle that was around her neck.
'I wanna see you run football head's loopy plays, and I wanna see you do them right! Starting with the backwards, upward, triple fluke, square-cut, angle liner belly flop!' she stuck the whistle in her mouth and blew it so hard the men thought it might burst out their ear drums. The plays started, and just as they were getting to the square-cut where it was Johnson's turn to handle the ball, he fumbled it, and Helga belw the whistle as Johnson did his own belly flop onto the ground. She walked over to him and stood above him, not shifting her stoic eyes from his. He looked up, and was immediately frightened by the face she had on. It was a dark scowl, not very fitting for such a pretty face. She bent down so she was eye level with him and glared at him.
'What the HELL are you still doing on the ground!?' she yelled. Arnold ran over and pulled Helga up and back, before she did anything she might regret.
'Honey,' he whispered in her ear, 'It's Johnson's first day. Give him a little slack.'' Helga's face grew a little softer, but it never lost that stone cold glare. She faced the players as Arnold helped Johnson up.
'As you all know me, I don't CUT anyone slack!' she stopped pacing and turned toward Johnson who was slumped over, and feeling all of his pride being shot.
'But I'll make an acception.' She said in such a way that he knew he should never let it happen again with her around. Helga continued: 'Now you know, and you'll never do that again, got it!?' Johnson nodded vigorously and Helga nodded.
'Good, now let's get back to drills!' she blew her whistle and all the players hustled back into position as Arnold brought Johnson to sit on a bench, recovering from the shock Helga had onhim. Arnold turned to his newest player.
'Hey Johnson, don't worry about it. Just get back up right away next time and do whatever she says and you'll be fine.' Johnson looked at his coach with a very shocked face now.
'And she's your wife!? How do you put up with this all the time?' They both looiked over at Helga who was screaming at the players.
'MOVE! MOVE! Come on pick it up you pussies, I don't got all day you know. '
Arnold shrugged, then smiled. 'Actually, she's never like this, only at practice. She used to act like this all the time when we were little though. She used to torture the hell out of me, but that's a different story.' Johnson smiled. He didn't think he'd ever figure out his coach's wife, but he could tell that his coach had. Arnold gave Johnson's back a pat and stood up.
'Let's get back to practice, huh?' Johnson looked over to the other players, and Helga.
'LOWER! LOWER!' Helga yelled, 'If you don't get lower on those up downs, you're going to do FIFTY MORE!' Johnson smiled and nodded as he ran to join the rest of his teammated.
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'Sam Johnson ended up being one of my best players ever. He must have taken my advice, and he listened to my wife from that day forward.
'The Super Bowl was the event I looked forward to every season. Like Anderson said, we won it a record amount of times. This team is unbeatable, and I have the faith that it will stay like that.
~Flahback~
'Go! Go! Go! Go!' Helga yelled as she watched her husband's team take down the field at the Super Bowl.
'Run, run, run, run, run, c'mon Everson.' Jordan yelled. Gerald, Jayme, Phoebe and Sean were just as engrossed in the game as Helga and jOrdan, but Jeana could care less and continued to talk on her cell phone.
'NO Molly, I DON"T think we should be friends with her.Why? What do you mean why!? She's a total freak! Why should we.she did? Are you serious? Well then sign me up for that when I get home, I'm at this stupid football game.yeah, my dad's team is playing.I KNOW that it's the superbowl but I don't care. Football is a stupid sport. What's so special about trying to get a little leather ball down the field.'Jeana talked to Molly long distance while lying on one of the couches that occupied their box seats. She looked over at the other occupants of the box and rolled her eyes. They looked so stupid cheering like idiots. Football made no sense to her. It was just a bunch of men running around in pants too tight for them, trying to get a leather ball down the field. Yeah, loads of fun.
'Touch down!' Gerald yelled as he threw his arms up in the air and gave a hi-five to his son. Phoebe hugged Helga and Jayme and Sean cheered along. Helga's cell phone rang.
'Hello?' she asked, 'Arnold! That play was amazing! I never thought Johnson could pull it off! That boy has grown so good!'
'Yeah! I can't believe it! How's it going up there?.Oh, Jeana's not watching again, that figures.you too! Bye.' Arnold hung up just as his players started coming in after the buzzer sounded for half time. Arnold led his team to the locker rooms.
'Okay men, we're doing really good so far, but our opponents are gonna try to pull something tricky, so we need to fight back strong, but smart. Follow your teammates, and pass the ball if a clump is coming at you. Helga said that you guys loook great!' The players smiled, and Arnold continued to talk to his team.
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'I was so proud of this team, expecially the first time we won the Super Bowl with me as head coach that year. I can still remember that score exactly. It was 52-28. The Raiders started making a comeback, but we kept them down.
'I wouldn't trade this team for any other team in the world. This team doesn't only have talent, you have extreme determination that I"ve never seen in anyone else. In my thirty years of coaching, I could never ask for a better way of ending it. It all fit together perfectly, but still all good things must come to an end. Thank you for making my coaching, and playing experience one of the best experiences I've ever had. I'll enver forget you.' Everyone clapped for Arnold as he walked back to his table.
'Group picture!' someone yelled, so Arnold and his team huddled together in a group as cameras flashed, and the room lluminated from the light. Helga smiled as she saw a tear fall from her husband's eye. He was giving up something he loved for something he loved even more, his family. Helga looked back at her family. Oh, how it was growing. She watched Jeana struggle to stand up as she held her swolen belly. She was due any time and Helga couldn't stop smiling at her daughter and son-in-law. Helga would soon be a grandmother! She could barely handle herself emotionally when she turned into a mother, but a grandmother? She couldn't wait!
~^*^~
Paul Anderson wiped a tear from his eye as he continued.
'If there was only one way that I could remember Arnold would be his persistence. I'll all ways remember helga for her commitment. She never had to be there, but she was. They both pushed the team as far as it could go, then further. That built this team into what it is now. It was hard following in Arnold's footsteps, but it just proves how amazing he was at coaching. I'll never forget his persistence. Arnold, Helga, may you rest in peace. I know you will.' Anderson stepped down from the podium, and Phoebe got up and slowly moved to the front using her walker. She had gotten a stroke only a few years earlier and it had affected her physical activity, including walking.Helga had joked with her after she had gotten better and said that it was because she wasted her brain on being smart all those years. Phoebe wiped her tears away from thet thought as she finally approached the podium. Her son, Jordan smiled at her from the audience, and Gerald gave her the thumbs up.
'If you thought it sounded magical when Jeana, Jayme and Sean were born, then you haven't heard anything. Helga and Arnold found it even more amazing when little Cassandra showed up, Cassie.' Jeana hugged her daughet, Cassie to her even tighter and Cried. Cassie looked over at her mother.
'It's okay mom,' Cassie said to Jeana, 'Frandma and Grandpa will always be with us.' Casie herself tried to hide a few tears and looked over at her absent father.
'Helga and Arnold were so pleased when Cassie was born, and they started feeling old at the same time. I'm sure Cassie has heard the story thousands of times, but here it goes again.
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Okay, lemme know what ya think! R/R please and.
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
PS just remember, I'm hyper so just ignore my comments, lol.:D
