(Original Authors Notes)

Alright! I got a ton of more reviews! All caught up now, and it feels great to get so much input!

To BrianaLFBH: Wow, you had a lot to say. Quote: "You aint no Haley Joel Osmet, buddy, no offense". WTF does that mean? Quote: "after the R&J ep she probably ENJOYS all of this fakeness even more!" What are you referring to? Quote: "Oh, bad image, VERY bad image..." How old are you? You are one dirty Sunofabitch:). Quote: "Seriously, WTF? That was so not even smart! You're nine in this dimension, buddy." Exactly! I wasn't looking at adult stuff, it was just a cover so I'd hope Arnold wouldn't come over and look at the screen! Quote: "Yeah, you seriously DO need to watch yourself better. I'd advise story-steve to watch his mouth, okay Cool Steve?" Remember, I still have a 19-year-old brain in the story. It's not like other HA! fics don't have cuss words in them – but with the update of this chapter I up'd the rating to PG-13.

As for everyone else, I am open to all suggestions to make this story longer. I have a perfect spot where I can stick in a chapter or two. Just tell me and I'll see if I can work it in. As for this chapter…no real progress, just messing around.

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(A/n: Chapter name, if you're wondering what it means: third day in Arnold's world, third Helga confrontation.)

I once again awoke on Arnold's couch, tired as ever. I knew I was stressed about finding a way to get home, but Arnold's couch wasn't as comfortable as it looked. I slowly dragged myself out of bed, or couch rather, finding that it was 6:30am on Arnold's alarm clock. Not wanting to try to fall back asleep, I took this time to quietly creep downstairs before the morning rush and sneak in a shower. One thing I expected but didn't think would happen; the water was a light shade of blue, like in all cartoons, when we all know water is transparent in real life. It was funny to me – it looked as if I was being soaked in blue paint, but these people wouldn't know any different. I grabbed some of Arnold's shampoo; the logo had been completely washed off, and started lathering up.

'Mmm, this does smell good.' I thought. 'No wonder Helga loves it so much.'

Not caring about the water bill, I took a really long hot shower, then brushed my teeth and combed my hair out and styled it. I then went to the kitchen and ate some cereal, quietly in the dark since no one had awakened yet. Being the nice guy I am, I quickly made Arnold some French toast and poured some orange juice. 'Better get on his good side.' I thought.

As I walked up to Arnold's room, I could hear his alarm go off.

"Hey Arnold, Hey Arnold, Hey-"

Arnold let out a big yawn.

"Hey Arnold." I said as I entered through the door.

"I thought I turned that thing…" then he looked over to me, "Oh hey, what are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep, so I made you some breakfast to repay you for all your hospitality. You seem tired too. Looks like you didn't sleep well either."

He took the tray of food and put it on his lap. "Thanks Steve, you shouldn't have. Anyway, I was having this dream. It had Helga in it."

"Again?…I mean, uh, tell me about it."

"Well, Helga and I were having a picnic on the grass in the park. And she was…really pleasant and fun to be around. The Helga I wish she would share with the world, but instead she's always so hateful and frustrated."

"Isn't it funny how you have dreams like this of Helga, but none of Lila?" I examined.

"What do you mean?"

"Well Arnold, they say that dreams are windows to the soul. Spending time with Helga in a dream makes it seem you yearn to spend more time with her in real life. Sounds to me that you sort of…like her, more than you let on."

Arnold was taken back by this statement, "That's crazy. I mean, I like her as a friend I guess, but…ya know."

"No Arnold, I don't know." I said, wanting him to spill the beans about him and her on the roof of FTI.

"Well, uh – oh look, 7:05, we better get going if we don't wanna be late." he said, quickly avoiding the topic.

"Sure Arnold, whatever you say." I said, just going along with him. I knew I would get it out of him sooner or later.

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Being out of school for so long seemed to ruin what schooling skills I had. The same routine all the time: Get up, catch bus, talk to people on bus, classroom, recess, more classroom, lunch, more classroom, more recess, more classroom, then home. I had totally forgotten about the math homework Simmons had assigned the day before, so I quickly did it on the bus. It didn't matter that it was fourth grade math, it was still hard. I always hated math, all my school life, and I was hating it now.

Again I, and other zombies were sitting in class…zombies because Mr. Simmons' teaching was about as much fun as having a tonsillectomy done by an 80-year-old blind cripple. If he said the word 'special' one more time I was going to write the word on a piece of paper and shove it down his throat. And like always, Helga was loving and hating Arnold – spitballs one minute, looking at her locket next.

During one of Simmons' boring lectures, I saw Helga steadily writing something down on a piece of paper. I could hear her sighing every so often, so I knew it was about Arnold. No doubt another enchanting poem about her love for the boy with the football shaped head, which in my opinion looked more like a taco than a football. The bell rang for the first recess and I lazily pushed myself out of my seat in unison with all the others. Simmons was also getting up to leave, probably going on a coffee break. I started to slowly walk to the door, and noticed Helga crumple up the piece of paper she had just written on and throw it into the full garbage pail on her way out by the door. I paused and faked tying my shoelace while the class finally emptied out and I was alone.

There the ball of paper sat, on top of a mountain of others, just begging to be read. Something in cold hard proof, something that I could raise a little hell with. I innocently squatted down and blew a light breath on the paper, and it gently fell to the ground.

"Huh, what's this?" I said as if I didn't know what I just done. I quickly scanned the paper "Oh, this is rich."

I then caught up with Helga who was at her locker putting some books away.

"Hi Helga." I said in an Arnold sort of tone.

She jerked around and in the process hit the back of her head on her locker's open door. "Oww…what do you want goof-wad?"

"Now Helga, you shouldn't talk to someone like that who knows more about you than you do about yourself."

"Would you shut up! Just leave me alone buddy, or Ol' Betsy will be coming out of retirement."

"Really? Is it 'Ol' Betsy' that just happened to write this?" I held the piece of paper in my hand.

She gasped, and tired to grab the paper but I held it out of her reach. "Tsk, tsk Helga. You think you would have a little more brains to get rid of your 'evidence' in a more efficient manner than just crumpling it up into a ball and casually tossing it in a garage pail."

"Give it back. Please." she begged.

I started to read a sentence from it, "Arnold, cherry to my ice cream, oil to my motor, batteries to my discman"…not really your best work Helga, if I do say so myself."

"Okay, I get the idea. You don't need to rub it in my face."

"But it's sooooo much fun, Helga. Just one Xerox, or scan into a computer could bring your life to a crashing halt."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

She let out an irritated sigh, "How much?"

"How much ya got?"

Helga rummaged around in her pockets, "Twenty bucks and a coupon for fifty cents off a rack of lamb at Green Meets."

I thought about it for a second. "Done."

We quickly exchanged our items and Helga ran off to the girl's washroom. Yet again I followed her, up to the outside of the door. I could hear the spark of a lighter and the little paper slowly being devoured by flame. Then I heard a flush. She walked out of the door, surprised to see me there.

"Now see Helga, that's the way you get rid of your important papers. I hope this has taught you a lesson." I said with a cheeky smile on my face.

She just gritted her teeth and walked to the doors leading to the playground.

"Don't worry Helga," I said to myself, "I got all the proof I need right here." I said as I tapped my front pants pocket.