Author's Note: I feel obligated to put some references to 'Parents Day', 'The Journal' and the never released movie 'The Jungle Movie' since the aforementioned episodes mentions San Lorenzo. It was told that Arnold won some sort of competition or something (essay contest? Can anyone clarify this?) and he brings all of his classmates to San Lorenzo, and eventually he meet up with his parents. That's how the story goes, if my memory serves me right. About the story being slow, well, I feel it too, but it's just to build the momentum up before the real romance starts. Stella and Helga's talk is inevitable as hinted in this chapter, so don't worry about it. This is the longest chapter yet, so I hope you're satisfied. :)

Legal junk: I don't own Hey Arnold, but Nickelodeon does and Mr. Craig Bartlett created it. But this fic belongs to me. Clear? Good.

Chapter 6: Tour

Miles closed the house door behind him, and took a deep breath. He was very uneasy about Helga being here in this country. Maybe it was because of his deep detestation for Bob, or it could be he couldn't stop thinking why she came here by herself all alone without informing them. And why did his son defending her? This didn't feel right, and something deep within told him that there was something wrong. He shook his head trying to shrug those thoughts off, and went to his jeep parked next to Arnold's. As soon as he got into the vehicle and closed the door, his wife came out from the house and shouted:

"Miles, wait!"

He waited for his wife to come over to him, as he wore his shades and winded the mirror down. "Yes, honey?"

She sighed softly, "Don't forget to say thanks to Eduardo for the volunteers. The camp really need some help."

"Yeah, I will." There was a momentary silence between them as Miles noticed there was something more that Stella wanted to talk to him as he looked at her, "Is there something bothering you? Something on your mind? Because I think you want to say more than just thanks…"

"Yeah…" she gave in, sighing," It's about Arnold's friend."

"Argh, don't get me started about her." he snapped, "Arnold knows something about her, and he won't tell us. Worse still, I think the both of them are keeping secrets from us. Something is wrong. I can feel it." He shook his head, looking at his wife accusingly.

"Miles, please don't assume…"

"You think she ran away from home?"

"Miles! God!" Stella yelled, "She couldn't… she wouldn't!"

"Then why hasn't she told us why she's here?" Miles asked again. Stella couldn't answer him, and the only reply she gave to him was a scoff and headshake. Her husband then said, "You know what'll happen if she actually ran away from home? Bob will go ballistic and he'll start to accuse Arnold and us for bringing her here! And knowing him, he isn't the reasonable lot! He'll go to the court if he had to!"

"All right, all right." Stella sighed in defeat, "But, we still have to try to explain it to the Patakis about the situation here. Hopefully Bob still has some common sense."

"For all of our sakes, let's hope so. Then we know what we have to do." Miles said. "Whether she ran away or not; by now, they must be worried sick about her. We have to call Bob and Miriam and say that she's here with us safe and sound, and this was all a misunderstanding."

"Ah, darn it Miles." She said through her teeth as she rubbed her forehead, "I forgot that we don't havetheir phone number. And I don't think that Helga will cooperate with us. Even if we asked her, she'd probably lie to us and make up some stupid excuse on why she won't give us her number."

"What about Arnold?"

"Don't you remember? He's in it with her together."

Miles shook his head, sighed as he placed his hand on his forehead, thinking, "Which means we can't do anything now."

"Yeah…" she replied, "Yet, we can't just sit around and do nothing. There's must be something we can do, but we can't just force her to tell us that she ran away from home."

"Why not?" He asked back, "We have the right to do so. Until she returns back to her parents, we're unofficially her guardians now."

"We can't. If we forced her to tell us, she'll become suspicious and distrustful to stay with us and most likely she'll run away again. We don't want her to wonder around aimlessly in this country. God only knows what would happen to her if the rebels managed to kidnap her…"

Miles exhaled loudly, "Good point."

"We'll think of something else. We'll try to make her to tell us with some other way. Right now, she's virtually trapped in this country since the next plane to the mainland will leave on this Sunday. We have all the time we need. And until that day, we can't send her back. Come to think of it, I'll be leaving for Geneva on that day too."

"Well, what do you propose? We can't let her stay still in the house all day. And Arnold can't keep her company all the time since he has lots…" suddenly Miles had a brilliant idea. "Hey, why don't we let her volunteer? Obviously your sick camp needs more help, and I could need more extra hand at the excavation site."

Stella snapped her fingers, "Or she could help Father Campbell at the orphanage!"

"Great, now she has three places to choose from. At the end of the day, we'll ask her where she wants to work at. This country needs all the help it could need."

"Yeah," she nodded softly, "hopefully this place will teach her the true meaning of hardship."

"Hopefully. Honey, want me to drop you off at the camp?" Miles offered.

"Nah, I'll wait for my van to arrive." She then gave Miles a soft peck on the lips, "Have a nice day at work."

"Yeah. You too." He then started the engine, backed the vehicle up and drove away to the excavation site. Stella waved her hand at Miles.

"God, this brings so many of my bad teen memories…" Stella said to herself as she rubbed her forehead as though she wanted to heal her headache.

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"When'll your van arrive, mom?" Arnold said as he tied his shoelaces up.

"Anytime now. Make sure you go to the airport first and pick the medicine up." She replied back.

"Don't worry about it, they'll be in good hands." He then turned to Helga, "Ready to go?"

She could feel the excitement. Just herself and Arnold for the whole day. It was something she had dreamed ever since the first day she started to love him. She could barely contain her exhilaration. Still, she tried to do so as she did not want Arnold to look at her all weirdly and suspect something. Her schoolgirl-like giddiness was locked up tight in her heart, and she tried to calm herself up, took a deep breath and said to Arnold, "Let's roll." nonchalantly.

The both of them walked out from the house and to Arnold's jeep, which was a four wheel drive vehicle that looked like in one those outdoor adventures commercial, but it was beaten-up, and it showed signs of overuse. Some parts of the doors, hood, lights and windows were covered in dried mud and the windshield was cracked. At the passenger's seats, all sorts of old papers and documents were scattered on them, traces of old food crump here and there, dirt and mud covered the floor because Arnold didn't bother to clean them up. Arnold used to be such a neat freak before, Helga thought to herself. As much as Helga disliked riding that jeep which she developed when Arnold sent Marcelo back to his grandmother, she forced herself to bear with it. The time that she will spend with Arnold was all that matters to her right now.

Arnold started the engine and drove out away from the village. As he navigating the rocking jeep through the dirt road, he asked his passenger, "Hey Helga, do you mind if we take a quick detour to the airport? My mom asked me to get some boxes of medicine for the Red Cross camp before we—"

She shrugged, "Yeah, fine, sure. I mean, you do a lot of that here, don't you?"

"Cool." Arnold smiled at her. Suddenly, one of the wheels accidentally ran over a big rock, causing the jeep to jump up and swerved a bit, making Arnold and Helga shouted in fright.

"God, Arnold! Put your eyes on the road, not on me!" she shouted in panic, as she held her heart with her hand and breathing out heavily. "I thought you learned how to drive!"

"It's okay, it's okay," Arnold said also panicky, "I have everything under control now." He was gripping the steering wheel tightly with his shaking hands. And he was right, everything went calm now, he had it under control. "See? Told ya." He smiled at her.

"For the second and last time, Arnold: Your eyes on the road, not me." She glared at him, as she pointed her finger to the front. Arnold grinned sheepishly and embarrassedly and said, "Oh… yeah. Sorry."

"Someday you will be the death of me, you idiot with a freak of nature for a head…" she muttered angrily yet quietly under her breath as she had her arm crossed.

"What was that?"

"Oh nothing…" she replied nonchalantly. Arnold rolled his eyes and he tried to forget the whole thing. There was a brief silence between them, as Arnold concentrated on the road, whilst Helga admired the view outside the jeep. It was beautiful, virtually untouched by human hands. It was something like heaven on earth. It was a perfect refuge to escape from every single problem that confined in her mind. It soothed and calmed her.

"Close the window, Helga. We're going to cross over a stream." Arnold said to her as he shifted the gear. It was the same stream that Helga and Salma went across when she first came here. Helga nodded, and winded the window up. Water splashed on the window and washed some of the dry mud away, leaving the vehicle a little bit cleaner than before. Though the new surroundings excited Helga, it was nothing new for Arnold since he felt it was all same old, same old for him. Bored, he switched on the radio, and a song in Spanish was played.

"Well, aren't you a mood killer Arnold…" Helga thought bitterly as she glared at him.

"BBCi San Lorenzo." Arnold said, "It's the only source of entertainment broadcasting from this country. The other one is Radio Free San Lorenzo, but mostly it airs propaganda and junk."

Helga still glared at him.

"You… want me to switch it off?"

Helga still glared, but a smile developed on her face.

"Okay…" he switched it off. Then there was more silence between them. Arnold tried to start a conversation. "You know that stream that we just pass by?"

"Yeah, what about it?" she seemed to be interested in this one.

"It's one of the water sources that'll eventually merge with five others to form into one big river that the locals call the El Río De la Serpiente."

"Which means…?"

"The Serpent River or something like that. They have an awesome waterfall somewhere in the middle of it. Heck, it's even better than Niagara."

Helga chuckled softly, "really?"

"Yeah, after we get the map and all, I'm going to drive you there so you could see it for yourself!" he replied enthusiastically. "My dad told me that he and mom plunged from that waterfall once."

Helga raised an eyebrow in shock, "And they survived?"

"Yeah, thanks to the Green Eyed People. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here talking with you right now."

"Or me wouldn't have somebody to fall in love with…"

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"Helga, could you please open the door trunk for me? This box is mighty heavy." Arnold shouted at Helga who was inside the jeep. She pulled the small lever at the driver's seat and the door opened. She then went outside and asked Arnold, "You need any help?"

"What?"

Helga repeated it again loudly, "You need any help?" they were both at the airport tarmac right now, as the sound of the rushing wind and aircraft taking off drowned their voices down and made them indistinct.

"Yeah! Help me carry these boxes into the jeep. Careful, they're very fragile!"

"What?" she shouted.

"I said: they're very fragile!" Arnold and Helga helped one another lifting the medicine boxes from the trolley into the jeep. There were seven boxes to be delivered: five to Stella's Red Cross camp, and two to Father Campbell's place. Arnold earlier had labeled six of the boxes by writing 'RC' and one by 'FC' respectively. After they finished lifting all those boxes, Helga closed the door up and Arnold returned the trolley back to one of the airport employees. After saying thanks that man, Arnold quickly ran back into the jeep and restarted the engine.

"God, those boxes are pretty heavy. What's inside?"

Arnold shifted the gear and replied, "Medicine and stuff." And he drove away from the tarmac and to the security checkpoint.

"Wow, thank you for stating the brutally obvious, Captain Obvious." She said sarcastically, "I mean, what kind of medicines are inside those boxes?"

"Well, in future reference, please be specific with your questions then," Arnold replied coolly, "Cholera, malaria, dengue, measles, typhus, smallpox, sombra and some food bars and canned foods to feed the malnourish kids. Also some immunization for people who are fortunate enough be healthy." The security closed the trunk door and flashed a thumbs-up sign at Arnold. He then waved back and drove back on the road again. Judging from the list of disease that Arnold said to her, Helga felt she was lucky to live in a country where medicines were readily available and could be treated easily.

"What's a sombra?"

"The infamous San Lorenzo sleeping disease, named after the hated anti-government rebel and smuggler. The Red Cross ordered it by the bulk. I'm… sad to say that the disease took the lives of lots of people in such a short period of time." He replied melancholically. Helga was stunned.

"Is the endemic situation really that bad here?" she asked concernedly.

"As bad as you can imagine." Arnold answered softly with a trail of unease. "But… the country has changed a lot from the previous years, thankfully. Foods and medicines are coming more and more often and things are generally improving for the better after the period of war. The government is planning to turn this country into some sort resort island or something, like our government did for Hawaii. See over there?" he pointed to his left. There was a dirt road leading to an almost complete building, "They're building a Hilton hotel there. In turn, they'll give employment to the local people and generate other businesses in the country. They badly need jobs to keep the economy growing and improve their living conditions, which I'm sorry to say: extremely bad."

"Hilton, huh?" Helga said, nodding softly, "Hopefully that blonde bimbo idiot won't open a nightclub here or something." She joked to lighten up the previously bleak conversation. Arnold and Helga both chuckled.

"Heh, and Rhonda would be glad the next time she stays here in this country." Arnold said, "Remember the time when the whole class went on a trip here, and Rhonda—"

"Yeah, yeah." Helga cut him off, "Don't get me started on that whiny rich prep." She then imitated Rhonda with a whiny voice, "But Mr. Simmons, I don't wanna sleep on the ground! There could be bugs and scorpions and insects and stuff crawling on them! Can't we just go to the nearest hotel? BAH! I swear, every time when I remembered that I always had this incredible urge to punch her in the face!"

Arnold snickered at Helga dead-on imitation, "Well, the hotel is opening next month, so I think she won't have a reason to whine now."

"Ha! You wish. I guarantee you; she'll find another good reason to whine."

"Heh. I've been wondering Helga: how come you are so negative about her?"

"Negative? Hey, she's been like that all the time! You should've seen her at school, Arnold! God, I don't even know how Nadine managed to put up with her all these years. It's… incredible." Then there was silence between them. They both thought that this conversation that they were having was incredible itself. They never traded jokes or having such an enthusiastic talk with each other before. It was surreal, and yet, pleasing.

"Hey Arnold…"

"Yes Helga?"

"When we're at your mom's camp, will I get to see the sick people there?"

Arnold looked at her quizzically with an eyebrow lowered.

"I mean, just… if I could be of any help and stuff…" she elaborated.

"You will."

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"Right on the dot." Stella said, smiling.

"Told ya I'll have the medicines in time." Arnold said, climbing out from the jeep.

"Well? The medicines aren't going to deliver themselves into the camp, you know." Stella said teasingly. "Put them near the nurses' desks."

"As thy wish, my empress." He said imitating Darth Vader as he placed a hand on his heart and bowed down. He turned to Helga, "Helga, could you lend me a hand?"

Helga nodded as she opened the trunk door. She took one of the boxes labeled 'RC' and went to the place as instructed by Arnold's mother. To get to one of the nurses' desks she had to go across a tented ward full of sick people. She walked slowly as some of the patients - young and old looked at her with a glimmer of hope and relief in their eyes that the medicines had finally arrived after waiting for so long. Some of them cast a smile at Helga, as it was the only way they could show her a sign of gratitude. Slowly she put the box on the ground and turned around to see the whole place. The tent was about as large as PS 118's auditorium, it was crudely built, and had plywood for the floor. Some of the patients were lying sick on their bed, attended by nurses and doctors, setting a very bleak, morbid and somber mood in it. The medicine that she and Arnold brought would finally relief them from their illness. It was a ray of hope.

"Helga?" Arnold said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, facing him. Her eyes were all misty. Arnold was a bit startled, he took a deep breath, and responded, "That's why we're here, to help them. C'mon, let's go unload the boxes."

The final box was delivered by Helga, but before she left the tent she wanted to look around, to see a view she would never see in her hometown. She saw a patient - an old lady making a hand gesture to ask her to come over to her. Building some strength, she walked over to the old lady. She stared down at her, as the old lady smiled softly back. She offered Helga a seat.

"Where the heck is Helga?" Arnold said to himself in the car as he waited for her and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

The old lady put her hand on the bed, as though she implied Helga to put her hand on hers. The old lady wrapped her hand around Helga's, and with her other hand she caressed the hand she was holding.

The old lady blinked softly, and a tear rolled down from her eyes, "Thank you child. Thank you very much." She said kindly in gratitude. It startled Helga because the old lady spoke in English. Helga nodded softly, and replied, "Y-You're welcome."

"Helga," Stella said as she went into the tent, "Arnold is ready to go and—" she stopped saying as soon as she saw Helga and the old lady.

"You better go, child." The old lady said with a smile. Somehow, Helga was reluctant to let her hands go off her. But she finally did, and slowly got off from her seat, had her head lowered in thought and went pass Stella.

Helga suddenly stopped at her tracks, turned around and said, "Um… Mrs. —"

"AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!" one of the patients suddenly screamed loudly in pain.

"Didn't you learn anything from medical school? ¡Idiota!" a doctor scolded one of the nurses and grabbed the needle from her. "This is how an injection is performed!"

"AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!"

"Is she… Is she's going to be fine?" she asked worriedly.

"Well, the medicines are here, so don't worry about her. You have my promise." Stella said assuredly.

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"So… who is this Father Campbell we're going to?" Helga asked. She and Arnold were on their way to their next destination.

"He leads a missionary group from Scotland. He has been in this country as long as my parents do. With some other sisters and nuns, they run an orphanage and a small school here. Marcelo learns his English mostly from there."

"Ah." Helga replied, "Anything else I should know?"

"He said that one of his grandniece lives in Hillwood."

"Campfire Lass?"

Arnold laughed, "Yeah, that's what I thought when I heard it for the first time. So her accent isn't fake after all, it's just so happens she fused it with the American accent. Wait a minute, people still calling her Campfire Lass?"

"Are you kidding, she'd be caught dead if someone mentioned her with that name. Most of us called her CL nowadays."

"Why's that? Abbreviated from Campfire Lass?"

"No, some said it's her initials. Are there anything else about him?"

"Yeah, I owe him my gratitude."

"Why?"

"He saved my parents from getting killed."

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"Akh! Arnold me boy! So nice to finally see ye!" Father Campbell greeted him happily in his thick Scottish accent. They gave each other a hug.

"The vaccination that you wanted is with me, Father. They're at the back of the jeep."

"Aye! Aye! Good job, lad. Now let's just see—" he noticed Helga inside the car, "hey, who's the lassie, eh? Ya been picking up girls lately, haven't ya?"

"Oh… ah, heh." He stuttered nervously, smiling. "Uh… Father Campbell, this is my friend, Helga. She just arrived here yesterday. Helga, Father Campbell."

"Aye, how ye do, lass?" he smiled at her, and Helga smiled back, "Not much of a conversationalist, are ye?" he said playfully. "Akh, let me see the vaccines."

"Could you pass me the box cutter Helga? It's inside the glove compartment." Helga then opened the compartment in front of her, only to see it stuffed with various amount of papers inside it. After rummaging through it, she finally found it under the deepest pile of papers and gave it to Arnold. Father Campbell opened up the trunk and Arnold grabbed the box and sliced it open. Father Campbell seemed to be pleased about the contents inside it.

"Aye, good, good. It has everything that I ordered. Would ye like to come in Arnold? I'll let you have some time with Marcelo if ya want to."

"Ah, no thanks Father." He refused politely. "You see, I promised Helga that I'd give her the tour around the country. It's nearly noon, and I haven't—"

"Hey, Arnold." Helga suddenly interjected. "Just go and see that kid. He'll be pleased just to see you showing up."

Arnold nodded, smiling at her. "Ye want to come with us, lass?" Father suggested, "Just to take the tour around the place."

"I'd love to." She replied. And with that she got out from the jeep and went over to the schoolhouse being accompanied by Father Campbell as Arnold went to a different location to send the vaccines. From a window, Helga could see a nun teaching math to a large group of children, about forty of them, sitting on the floor in a cramped space. Somehow she felt the place was understaffed and they needed some help. The schoolhouse suddenly reminded her of her sister Olga, who had told her many times she would love to teach children if she couldn't land an acting job.

"Heh, Olga would have a great time here…"

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"And we're going to…"

Arnold connected her sentence, "to my dad's excavation site to pick up the map, not far from we are now." And they continued along, as Helga again occupied herself with the view while Arnold drove the jeep. As they went pass by trees, boulders and whatnot, a new view emerged from the horizon. Some of the trees blocked them from seeing it, but it was very clear to them it was a volcano. "Oh my God, just look at it." he said as he pointed to the volcano.

"Hey, it's a volcano. Man, this island has everything. A waterfall, a volcano… The only thing missing is an evil supervillain lair. What's it called?"

"Cabrakan, based on one of the Mayan gods. There's a temple on the base of the volcano, which my parents said I was born there."

"Whoa, really? In the middle of nowhere?"

"Yeah, they even said that the volcano instantaneously stopped erupting when I was born. But I think their story is a fabricated, exaggerated stuff they made to make me feel special or something. I always thought it was all a coincidence."

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"Helga, this is a family friend of ours, Eduardo." Arnold introduced him. Eduardo lifted his hat a bit and bowed his head slightly to show courteous. "Eduardo, ella es Helga."

They shook each other's hand and exchanged "hi," to one another. "Eduardo, can I have a map of the island? I want to show the country around to my friend here."

"Well, what kind of map do you want? I have my old one, or the tourist map that I designed for the government."

"I don't know. I just want something simple and have lots of info on it."

"Then you need the tourist map, my young friend. It's at the back inside of my tent. Look for it on the table." He pointed to his tent at the edge of the jungle.

"Thanks. Come on, Helga." They then excused themselves from Eduardo and walked over to the mentioned small tent.

"How long have you guys known that guy?" Helga asked Arnold.

"Dad knew him when they were in college. He's the one who actually persuaded my dad to come over to this country and study the ancient civilization here. After the war he becomes the Secretary of Tourism and Antiquities."

Helga stopped at her tracks in stunned silence, "You mean… we just—"

"Yep," Arnold smiled, continuing to walk, "We just talked to a major VIP."

Arnold then went into his camp and took a map on the table as Helga waited outside. She was impressed by the ancient building complexes that stood around the area. It suddenly sparked her interest about this old civilization. She wanted to take a look around.

"Hey, Arnold."

"Yeah?" he replied as he came over to her.

"Who… built these things?"

"The Green Eyed People. The buildings have similarities with the Mayans because they were from the mainland itself."

"So why are they here?"

Arnold began to walk as Helga followed her. He gave her a tour around the ancient complex as he gave a summary about the history of the Green Eyed people, "About 500 years before the Mayan civilization finally came to an end, these Mayan priests were exiled from their homeland because the ruler thought their new methods of worshipping were heretical and blasphemous according to their custom and tradition. The exiles also had to bring their family and their followers along so they wouldn't get killed by the fundamentalist. So they sailed here, and built their own civilization from the ground up. Things were great and all, but then one day the volcano erupted, wiping out all of the traces of their civilization. There were few who survived, but the rest were obliterated. Marcelo is a descendant from one of the survivors."

"Whoa…" she said in disbelief, "An entire civilization wiped out by a volcano explosion? Sounds like Pompeii to me."

"Well, it's similar, but the eruption only destroyed the city, not the Roman Empire as a whole."

From a distance near an excavation site, Eduardo and Miles stood together near it. Amidst the sound of chiseling and shoveling, they had their eyes on something else. It wasn't the dig site they were watching, but the teenagers not far from them.

"How come this is all very familiar to me, Ed?" Miles asked, sighing.

"My friend, at least he doesn't guess what the clouds shaped like or fall down from a slope." He replied back teasingly.

"Oh yeah… that." He said embarrassedly, "Man, this so déjà vu…"

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"Why are we stopping here?" Helga asked as she got out from the jeep.

"According to the map, there's a vantage point on top of this hill where you could see the whole of San Lorenzo from there. See?" He pointed to a group of people carrying large backpacks behind them, "There are already tourists coming to this place."

"So, where do we go from here?"

"According to the map that Eduardo gave me, there's should be a shortcut located just…" he pointed to some bushes, "right… there." He then pointed to a somewhat concealed pathway.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked back worriedly, "It doesn't look very shortcut-ish."

"Hey, trust me on this. Eduardo really knows what he's doing."

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Three hours later…

"This is some shortcut footballhead! Just admit we're officially lost in this jungle!" she shouted angrily at him. Right now, she and Arnold were very tired from hiking through the forest. Arnold panicked, but he kept his cool and tried to be optimistic. The last thing he would do was to succumb to their fate and admit defeat.

"Just… just calm down, will you Helga?" he said nervously, "I'll bring us to the main trail back, so don't worry about it." They then eventually arrived at a crossroad where a sign that was written both in Spanish and English said to the left for the peak while to the right for back to the base. The path they were walking on was labeled with 'Do Not Enter'. Arnold grinned embarrassedly at Helga as she glared at him back with her trademark scowl.

"Just give me the stupid map Arnoldo," she snatched the map from him, "and follow my lead!" She stomped upwards on the pathway as Arnold followed her from behind. "God! Who authorized that Ed guy to make this stupid map anyway? I'm so going to punch Eduardo for this! This place has to be worth it Arnold, or else I'll—" she stopped at her tracks. She and Arnold finally reached the summit. She was speechless; she couldn't even begin to describe how magnificent this place was.

"It's beautiful…"

I don't know whether this chapter lives up to your anticipation or not, but hopefully it'll just make you happy. Next chapter is all about Arnold and Helga, and hopefully it will be updated soon. How's the Spanish? I hope it isn't laughable or something... You don't like it, just leave a review. You like it, leave a review too. Found an error or errors? Again, please leave a review. Why am I repeating myself?