Chapter 3:"Operation Kindness"

¤+Helga's room+¤

"Me? You want me to help you to be nice?" the voiced squeaked over the telephone.

"Yeah! You're the only one who can help me, Pheebs!" Helga said while lying on her bed, "I mean, you're kind and smart. You're the perfect person to teach me to be well…nice."

Phoebe, Helga's best and only friend, said, "Why, Helga I'm flattered, but what ever made you consider changing your attitude? I've always thought you liked being the way you are." Phoebe got up from her bed mat and went to her desk. She probably was going to need to take notes on whatever Helga was going to say, things like what she will need to do as in helping her to be a nicer person. She'll need to refer them later and think about what to do.

"Well, yeah. I do like the way I am, it's just that there are other things and well,-I just want to be a little nicer that's all, "she stated as she reached over the bed, grabbing a Yahoo from on top of the end table and began to drink.

"Its Arnold isn't it," The intellectual girl said calmly over the other line.

Helga sprayed out her soda. How does she know about Arnold! I never told her that I liked him! Crimany! Okay! Just play it cool, Helga, ol' girl! You can get though this…just, whatever you do, don't tell her that you love that wonderful, caring, sweet smelling, football headed love god… She thought."…Helga? Is there something wrong?" All Phoebe heard was silence while Helga was thinking.

"….Wha-?Oh! No! Every just fine! Fine, fine! Heh heh...heh…" she said nervously as she choked the phone cord.

"Helga, its okay. You don't have to hide your feelings anymore. I know you really like Arnold," assured Phoebe.

"What! Me! Like Arnold! Hah! That's a laugh! What ever gave you the idea that I liked that scrawny Football headed geek!" snapped Helga, "I mean, seriously, Phoebe! I would rather barrel ride down Niagara Falls then to do something for Arnoldo!"

Phoebe sighed. It looks like Helga does not want to tell me that she loves Arnold. Oh well. I guess I have no choice but to play along, thought Phoebe. "Oh, well, I just thought that maybe you like him and-"

"Well, News flash Phoebe! I don't! All I want to do is be nicer! That's all! End of story!" snapped Helga, again.

"…Okay Helga. I'm sorry I ever came across the idea," Phoebe said, feeling a little hurt by her words.

"Good," Helga sighed, "Alright, Phoebe, are you going to help out me our not?"

Phoebe answered, "Of course Helga, I would be more than happy to help you."

Helga smiled and said, "Thanks Pheebs."

"Your quite welcome, Helga. Now, if I am to teach you to be nice, we need to start your lesson right after school."

"After school? But I have practice after school. Can't we start the lessons later," inquired Helga.

"No, I'm afraid we can't wait for after Baseball practice. I'm going to make an appointment with someone you're quite familiar with to help us and after school is when this peculiar person has time."

"Alright, fine. I'll skip practice, just, answer me one thing Pheebs…"

Phoebe blinked. "What is it Helga?"

"Who the heck are you talking about!"

"Helga, I know you are egger to find out who we are going to visit tomorrow, but this is something that I would rather have you wait for."

"Ugh, Okay. Whatever."

"Well," Phoebe stretched as she spoke, "Helga, this has been a very intriguing conversation, but, I'm afraid I must study now. However, after I am done with my studies, I will write down a list of exactly what is needed to be changed from your attitude." She finished writing down everything they have been talking about and grabbed two book from inside her desk drawer.

"Alright-alright…you do that."

"Pleasant dreams, Helga," said the intellectual girl as she hung up the phone.

Helga's side

"Yeah…there always…" Helga sighed. Moonlight streaked into her room as she hung up the phone. It hit her face and the love stricken girl looked out the window, to ponder tomorrow's events.

Phoebe's side

Phoebe opened one of the books she had taken out, which happened to be a phone book. She scanned it with her right finger and looked for a particular name.

"Eureka!" exclaimed Phoebe as she pointed at the phone book. As she was about to grab the phone, a picture caught the corner of her eye. It contained a wary picture of Helga and Phoebe. The back round was covered in blue and it seemed to express Helga's smile…The girls smile gave it's on looker a cold, hard sneer as Phoebe's gave the opposite. She sighed and thought, Maybe if I help Helga change her attitude I may just see her smile. Just maybe…

Phoebe dialed the number and said, "Hello? May I speak with-"