Well, so what if it's spring, I still want to write this and continue the tradition! I never saw the episode, well, at least for three years. I may never be as good as the others, but so what, I'm expressing my self! Okay, um, well, PMFM isn't here anymore to do the summaries so, here I go! Arnold and Gerald search for answers on the net. Also, they think up a plan that I'll only give hints on! Sorry. Well, I do not own anything in this as of 1996, okay? Good, now that we've come to an agreement, do you think two bucks, a half broken radio, and my favorite pair of sneakers will be enough? But, but, they're really comfy shoes, and, um…
Also, HA:TM (Hey Arnold: The Movie) never happened.
"You do know what the odds are to finding Cecile on the school web site, Arnold, don't you?"
Arnold was sitting at his desk with Gerald sitting on the couch behind him, scrolling down the entire sixth grade class. More specifically, he was looking for the girls in the sixth grade class. The person he was looking for was a little bit taller than him, so he figured he was either in his grade or in a grade higher. He wanted to find someone he'd met in the fourth grade, and now it was the fifth grade that he was in. He bit his lip and stared at the computer screen, not finding anyone who had the same colored hair or eyes as Cecile had.
He sighed as he clicked on to the Fifth Grade Class icon on the screen. "I know, Gerald, but as long as there are odds, it's possible."
Gerald lie back on the couch. "You listen to Mr. Packenham too much." He paused for a minute. "Either that, or you will become a great advice giver on the Internet one day."
They both laughed for a moment, then settled down as Arnold turned back to look at those in Mr. Packenham, Mr. Jackson, and Mrs. Kinston's classes. Sure, Gerald wanted to find his friend find his possible true love so that the two could live happily ever after and blah, blah, blah. It's just that he thought that Arnold always hung over people, and then he'd be disappointed all over again. Cecile didn't even give a real name to him, so how would anyone know what she was thinking about Arnold?
"Okay, Arnold," said Gerald. "We know that she has long, blond hair, blue eyes, is taller than you, and, well, sometimes has, what would you say, Arnold? An easy temper sometimes."
Arnold scrolled down every name and picture on the list, thinking. "We also know that she wouldn't want me to know who she is." He sighed, remembering that moment when he knew Cecile wasn't the real Cecile. It was the moment that she told him nothing about her real identity. It was the minute he thought he had found the one. Sure, he was nine at the time, but he had been told before that he was wise beyond his years and, um, a bold kid. The approach of the Valentine's Day dance had brought the memory back. Now it was an obsession.
Doesn't that remind you of someone?
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Three hours ago…
Helga Pataki stared at a flyer for the school's Valentine's Day dance. Then, she looked down at the foot of her bad. Underneath the foundation of her bed was a shoebox that held only one, red, high heel shoe. Along with that shoe held memories that were sweeter than the sweetest strawberry on the plant in the garden of love.
"Hey, that's good! I better write that down." Helga said suddenly as she rushed into her closet. She tripped on a book and fell into her clothes. She almost never wore these blue, red, and green outfits, for, well, certain reasons. (We all know what that is. Cough, I like, cough, you bow, cough, cuz it's pink, cough!) But she fell into the one outfit that she had worn exactly 360 days ago.
The one she had worn when she was Cecile.
"Is someone just trying to tell me something? Criminy!" She walked out of the closet not writing it down.
She sat down on the bed and began to think. What if Arnold had totally forgotten about Valentine's Day? What if he had completely forgotten about Cecile?
Well, we all know the answer to that.
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"Do you think it may have been Nadine?"
"Arnold, do you seriously think that? She doesn't look a thing like Cecile! Her head, eyes, skin color, and voice are totally wrong!"
They were still looking through the list of fourth graders. Arnold scrolled down to the next person. "What about Helga?"
Gerald sat up on the couch. He stared at Arnold for a minute, and then another eleven seconds. Then he fell on the ground and began to laugh hysterically. Soon after, Arnold joined in. too.
"Gggrrrr!"
Arnold sat up. "Did you hear something just now?"
Gerald took a deep breath and said, "No."
Up above the boarding house, kneeling on the glass of Arnold's skylight was Helga. Her worries of whether or not Arnold remembered had triggered her to check up on him. For some reason, she thought that he'd be going about his business, not doing anything unusual. Except, well, living in the boarding house. Now that she thought of it, he might have been doing that stuff anyway, even if he did remember. But there it was, shining proof that her doubts were pointless. But now, she was pulled in to what Arnold was actually doing. He had no idea that Cecile was she, and yet, she felt excited that Arnold was so desperate to find Cecile, I mean, her. She smiled. "Yes!"
"There it was again," said Arnold. Helga covered her mouth and went back off of the boarding house.
Gerald stood up and took his seat on the couch. He looked at the picture next to her name. He lifted an eyebrow. "You know, Arnold, I must be going crazy, but I think there is a resemblance. The short temper fits. So do the hair, eyes, and the whole pink thing."
Arnold took a good, hard look at the picture. He shook his head. "No, it can't be. First of all, she hates me, and plus, her hair isn't the least bit wavy!"
Gerald thought a moment a nodded his head. "Yeah, you're right. How could it possibly be Helga?"
As they went through the rest of the class, they found absolutely no one to fit the description. There was this one girl who almost fit, but she was an exchange student from Germany.
After going through the Fourth Grade Class, Gerald jumped in. "Arnold, do you really think a second grader would have been taller than you last year? Or, for the love of all, be able to get you to fall in love with her?"
Arnold leaned back in his chair. What was he supposed to do? He knew that she must know him, most likely from school, but he couldn't find anyone. Whoever it was, she must have had a really good disguise.
He wanted to see her so badly. When the dance started to become a big thing in school, he had forgotten all about Lila. Well, not really, but he didn't like-like her anymore. Didn't Cecile want to see him?
Arnold sat up suddenly and smiled. "Gerald, I think your ways of plans are rubbing off on me."
He turned around and began to tell Gerald what he was thinking. Then, they closed the Internet and got on to Minisoft Works. It would be a while before they'd be done. But they had plenty of time. Kenko's didn't close until 11:30 at night.
Well, what are these two up to? If you don't know, I promise the next updating period will be shorter, okay?
Read:
Explanations: It was the Day After FTI was defeated, and Arnold wanted some answers. Boy, did he get them! Nine chappies, I think.
Through the Compact Disc: When Arnold's child gets a CD for Christmas, he's in for a big surprise. The artist is Helga! How does the family handle it? Four chappies.
Time to Switch: When the angels create a new subject for a switch. Switch two people who have no clue about each other, and make the two friends. Who are they? Helga and Lila! Two chappies.
Well, until I decide to update a story (which will be soon!) I'll see you later. Oh, and Phebga wants me to say that she's making a story, too, called Where's the Studio. It'll be made soon.
So, I guess that's it! Until next time, I already said this: see ya!
