Wow. I'm actually getting another chapter up in fairly good time. I love
summer. I've got nothing to say, so, I don't own. Kay? I just own Jen and
Cat. So on with it!
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Chapter 5- The Origins of Chicken-Pot-Pie Boy
"Hey, Short-Man! Catch!" Arnold looked up just in time to see a suitcase hurling at his face. He caught it right before it could break his nose and set it with the others near the door where the bags were patiently waiting for Arnold's Grandma, Pooky, to bring them inside.
"Got it, Grandpa." Arnold called to Phil. He looked up and watched a jet move slowly across the sky, it was moving in the general direction of his old city. How he wished he were on it. Without trying, Arnold sighed sadly.
The sigh wasn't as quiet as Arnold would have liked it to be because Phil straightened up before he picked up the next bags and looked at his grandson.
"What's got you down in the dumps?" He asked, walking over to Arnold. "You should be happy! No more collecting rent every month.HA! No more putting up with tenants at all! LOOK at this place, Arnold!" Phil threw his arms in the air over his head and looked up at the house, motioning to the great size of it.
"This place it great! It must be at least twice the size of that dinky Sunset Arms! And best of all, it's just you, me and Pooky in it!" Phil insisted.
Arnold looked up at the large two-story house. The bottom half was a normal rectangular box shape, but the roof peaked into two triangles. It was a beautiful sapphire blue color. (Note: This house can be seen in a few eps of IZ.) Arnold looked around the neighborhood, which wasn't in blocks like he was used to, but in a large circle around an open blacktop. This house was by far the largest.
Arnold smiled a little. "I guess you're right." He admitted. "The house really is great. But I just really miss Gerald and my other friends." Phil and Arnold sat down on the cement front step.
"Of course you miss your old friends!" Phil exclaimed. "But you'll make loads of new friends here. Then you'll have twice the amount of friends!" Arnold perked up a little and gave his grandfather a smile.
"Hey, I never thought about it that way. Thanks, Grandpa."
"And if you DON'T make friends here and become a social outcast, you can just live here with your grandma and me all your life." Phil said, sounding comforting but not really succeeding. Arnold's smile faded a little. "And when Pooky and I die you can hide out up in the attic and haunt the next people who move in."
"Uhh.right, Grandpa." Arnold said, moving a few inches away from Phil. "Or I could just move back home and be with my old friends."
"Oh, come on, Arnold! You could be a neighborhood legend!" Phil continued. "'The Phantom of the Big House'!" He said with a mysterious tone, wiping his hand across the air as if he could see a sign there. Arnold gave him a doubtful look.
"No, huh? Don't like that one? Let me see." Phil sat a thought a moment. "Oo! Oo! I know! How 'bout 'Chicken-Pot-Pie Boy'! You'd have to steal all the family's chicken-pot-pies to pull that name off but those things are tasty so it would be worth it." Arnold raised an eyebrow at his grandpa.
"No? Well, just think about it. The offer is always open." Phil said as he stood up. "Well, I don't know where that hair-brained grandmother of your has gone off too but these bags need to get inside." He opened the door, picked up the bags and stepped inside. A second later he stuck his head back out. "You comin' in, Short-Man? I'll make you some coco."
"No thanks, Grandpa." Arnold declined, shaking his head a little. "I'm going to sit out here a little longer."
"Well.okay.if that's what you want to do." Phil went back inside. Arnold turned back toward the other houses, a familiar-looking car with a U-haul chained to the back was parked out side the house directly across from him. Arnold couldn't figure out where he'd seen the car before.
"POOKY!! WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT?!" The peaceful silence was shattered by Phil's cry. Pooky's insane laughter followed immediately after.
Not sure if he really wanted to know what his grandma had that had made his grandpa yell like that, Arnold stayed out on the step, looking around the neighborhood. He looked up, but the jet was gone, a thinning wisp of white dotting it's trail. He looked back down to Earth and noticed a bright green-blue color out the corner of his eye.
Arnold turned his head to find that this color was on a house. A very..strange house. Oddly shaped, with giant lawn gnomes, puffer-fish on poles and even a sign that read 'I Love Earth' decorating the front lawn. A high wooden fence blocked the yard from most view.
Arnold quickly decided that some unfriendly, misunderstood, old man or woman lived there. The kind of person he could probably help.
His eyes fell on the pink car again. Now he remembered where he had seen a car like that. It resembled the Pataki family car.
"I wonder where Helga ended up." Arnold said quietly to himself. Then a thought hit him. It was going to be weird not having Helga around. She was always popping up in the strangest places, almost as if she was following him around. But that wasn't likely, Helga had hated him. So why would she have been following him?
Arnold pushed all thoughts of his old home to the back of his mind and continued scanning the neighborhood.
All pretty normal. Currently it was quiet too. No animals outside, no cars driving past, the only sign of human life was a young green girl standing out in front of another fenced off, darker blue house. Arnold sighed and looked up at the sky again.
Wait.
His eyes widened slightly and he looked back at the girl. She was shading her eyes and scanning the circle of houses. She had blonde, shoulder length hair and was wearing a lavender sweater and blue jeans, and green skin.
As Arnold watched a light breeze blew a few strands of hair into her face. She pushed them back, but the wind blew them right back into her face. Arnold was wondering why she didn't just put her hair behind her ears when she pushed it back again and revealed that she had no ears. Arnold squinted a little, not sure if he'd seen right, but it was true, and now he noticed she didn't have a nose either.
"Strange." Arnold commented quietly. "I wonder what's wrong with her?"
Just then, the odd girl took her hands down from her eyes and cupped them over her mouth.
"CAAAAAAAAAAT!" She called. "CAAAAAAAAAAT! Ummm..Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" She then crossed her arms over her chest and looked slowly around the neighborhood again.
Arnold stood up and took a few steps forward. Maybe he could help her find her cat. He was only a few feet from the front step when a high-pitched scream came from inside his own house. The happy screaming continued, never even stopping for breath, and grew louder, coming closer. Arnold had just begun to turn back toward the open door when something ran by, hitting his legs and sending him to the sidewalk. Luckily, his arms were out and he caught himself, giving his nose it's second narrow escape of being broken of the day.
Arnold looked up quickly to see..something..running down the sidewalk toward the green girl. The girl saw the thing and gasped, her hands flying to her mouth and eyes growing larger in shock.
The thing looked like it was made of gold, the sunlight reflecting brightly off its shiny body. It wrapped its thin gold arms around the girl's legs and let out a happy squeal.
Arnold got to his feet quickly, thinking the girl would scream and try to get away from it. The thing was small but it could be stronger than it looked. She might need help.
However, the girl didn't scream. Instead, she picked the little creature up and hugged it. She smiled at it and it smiled back. Arnold could now see it had large, solid purple eyes. It looked like a robot.
Suddenly the girl saw Arnold watching them. Her eyes widened in what looked almost like fear, she gasped again. She rushed behind the fence of her yard, blocking Arnold's view of her. A moment later, there was the sound of a door slamming from the same yard.
Arnold just stood there a moment, staring at the place the green girl and gold 'robot' had been. He began to notice a stinging feeling in his hands where they had hit the rough concrete of the sidewalk. He looked down at them, they were red and scratched up pretty bad, a little blood, but nothing serious. He could take care of them later.
He started toward the main sidewalk that formed a gray outline to the blacktop circle. There was only one house between his house and the girl's house. He could apologize for staring at her, maybe find out what that gold thing really was, and be home before his grandparents even noticed he was gone.
"Come and get 'er! YEE-HA!" His grandma suddenly called from inside the house, her voice had taken on a southern accent. Must be steak and beans. Arnold glanced at the other blue house then turned back to his.
Maybe he'd go over and talk to the girl later.
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Chapter 5- The Origins of Chicken-Pot-Pie Boy
"Hey, Short-Man! Catch!" Arnold looked up just in time to see a suitcase hurling at his face. He caught it right before it could break his nose and set it with the others near the door where the bags were patiently waiting for Arnold's Grandma, Pooky, to bring them inside.
"Got it, Grandpa." Arnold called to Phil. He looked up and watched a jet move slowly across the sky, it was moving in the general direction of his old city. How he wished he were on it. Without trying, Arnold sighed sadly.
The sigh wasn't as quiet as Arnold would have liked it to be because Phil straightened up before he picked up the next bags and looked at his grandson.
"What's got you down in the dumps?" He asked, walking over to Arnold. "You should be happy! No more collecting rent every month.HA! No more putting up with tenants at all! LOOK at this place, Arnold!" Phil threw his arms in the air over his head and looked up at the house, motioning to the great size of it.
"This place it great! It must be at least twice the size of that dinky Sunset Arms! And best of all, it's just you, me and Pooky in it!" Phil insisted.
Arnold looked up at the large two-story house. The bottom half was a normal rectangular box shape, but the roof peaked into two triangles. It was a beautiful sapphire blue color. (Note: This house can be seen in a few eps of IZ.) Arnold looked around the neighborhood, which wasn't in blocks like he was used to, but in a large circle around an open blacktop. This house was by far the largest.
Arnold smiled a little. "I guess you're right." He admitted. "The house really is great. But I just really miss Gerald and my other friends." Phil and Arnold sat down on the cement front step.
"Of course you miss your old friends!" Phil exclaimed. "But you'll make loads of new friends here. Then you'll have twice the amount of friends!" Arnold perked up a little and gave his grandfather a smile.
"Hey, I never thought about it that way. Thanks, Grandpa."
"And if you DON'T make friends here and become a social outcast, you can just live here with your grandma and me all your life." Phil said, sounding comforting but not really succeeding. Arnold's smile faded a little. "And when Pooky and I die you can hide out up in the attic and haunt the next people who move in."
"Uhh.right, Grandpa." Arnold said, moving a few inches away from Phil. "Or I could just move back home and be with my old friends."
"Oh, come on, Arnold! You could be a neighborhood legend!" Phil continued. "'The Phantom of the Big House'!" He said with a mysterious tone, wiping his hand across the air as if he could see a sign there. Arnold gave him a doubtful look.
"No, huh? Don't like that one? Let me see." Phil sat a thought a moment. "Oo! Oo! I know! How 'bout 'Chicken-Pot-Pie Boy'! You'd have to steal all the family's chicken-pot-pies to pull that name off but those things are tasty so it would be worth it." Arnold raised an eyebrow at his grandpa.
"No? Well, just think about it. The offer is always open." Phil said as he stood up. "Well, I don't know where that hair-brained grandmother of your has gone off too but these bags need to get inside." He opened the door, picked up the bags and stepped inside. A second later he stuck his head back out. "You comin' in, Short-Man? I'll make you some coco."
"No thanks, Grandpa." Arnold declined, shaking his head a little. "I'm going to sit out here a little longer."
"Well.okay.if that's what you want to do." Phil went back inside. Arnold turned back toward the other houses, a familiar-looking car with a U-haul chained to the back was parked out side the house directly across from him. Arnold couldn't figure out where he'd seen the car before.
"POOKY!! WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT?!" The peaceful silence was shattered by Phil's cry. Pooky's insane laughter followed immediately after.
Not sure if he really wanted to know what his grandma had that had made his grandpa yell like that, Arnold stayed out on the step, looking around the neighborhood. He looked up, but the jet was gone, a thinning wisp of white dotting it's trail. He looked back down to Earth and noticed a bright green-blue color out the corner of his eye.
Arnold turned his head to find that this color was on a house. A very..strange house. Oddly shaped, with giant lawn gnomes, puffer-fish on poles and even a sign that read 'I Love Earth' decorating the front lawn. A high wooden fence blocked the yard from most view.
Arnold quickly decided that some unfriendly, misunderstood, old man or woman lived there. The kind of person he could probably help.
His eyes fell on the pink car again. Now he remembered where he had seen a car like that. It resembled the Pataki family car.
"I wonder where Helga ended up." Arnold said quietly to himself. Then a thought hit him. It was going to be weird not having Helga around. She was always popping up in the strangest places, almost as if she was following him around. But that wasn't likely, Helga had hated him. So why would she have been following him?
Arnold pushed all thoughts of his old home to the back of his mind and continued scanning the neighborhood.
All pretty normal. Currently it was quiet too. No animals outside, no cars driving past, the only sign of human life was a young green girl standing out in front of another fenced off, darker blue house. Arnold sighed and looked up at the sky again.
Wait.
His eyes widened slightly and he looked back at the girl. She was shading her eyes and scanning the circle of houses. She had blonde, shoulder length hair and was wearing a lavender sweater and blue jeans, and green skin.
As Arnold watched a light breeze blew a few strands of hair into her face. She pushed them back, but the wind blew them right back into her face. Arnold was wondering why she didn't just put her hair behind her ears when she pushed it back again and revealed that she had no ears. Arnold squinted a little, not sure if he'd seen right, but it was true, and now he noticed she didn't have a nose either.
"Strange." Arnold commented quietly. "I wonder what's wrong with her?"
Just then, the odd girl took her hands down from her eyes and cupped them over her mouth.
"CAAAAAAAAAAT!" She called. "CAAAAAAAAAAT! Ummm..Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" She then crossed her arms over her chest and looked slowly around the neighborhood again.
Arnold stood up and took a few steps forward. Maybe he could help her find her cat. He was only a few feet from the front step when a high-pitched scream came from inside his own house. The happy screaming continued, never even stopping for breath, and grew louder, coming closer. Arnold had just begun to turn back toward the open door when something ran by, hitting his legs and sending him to the sidewalk. Luckily, his arms were out and he caught himself, giving his nose it's second narrow escape of being broken of the day.
Arnold looked up quickly to see..something..running down the sidewalk toward the green girl. The girl saw the thing and gasped, her hands flying to her mouth and eyes growing larger in shock.
The thing looked like it was made of gold, the sunlight reflecting brightly off its shiny body. It wrapped its thin gold arms around the girl's legs and let out a happy squeal.
Arnold got to his feet quickly, thinking the girl would scream and try to get away from it. The thing was small but it could be stronger than it looked. She might need help.
However, the girl didn't scream. Instead, she picked the little creature up and hugged it. She smiled at it and it smiled back. Arnold could now see it had large, solid purple eyes. It looked like a robot.
Suddenly the girl saw Arnold watching them. Her eyes widened in what looked almost like fear, she gasped again. She rushed behind the fence of her yard, blocking Arnold's view of her. A moment later, there was the sound of a door slamming from the same yard.
Arnold just stood there a moment, staring at the place the green girl and gold 'robot' had been. He began to notice a stinging feeling in his hands where they had hit the rough concrete of the sidewalk. He looked down at them, they were red and scratched up pretty bad, a little blood, but nothing serious. He could take care of them later.
He started toward the main sidewalk that formed a gray outline to the blacktop circle. There was only one house between his house and the girl's house. He could apologize for staring at her, maybe find out what that gold thing really was, and be home before his grandparents even noticed he was gone.
"Come and get 'er! YEE-HA!" His grandma suddenly called from inside the house, her voice had taken on a southern accent. Must be steak and beans. Arnold glanced at the other blue house then turned back to his.
Maybe he'd go over and talk to the girl later.
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