A/N I don't think I'll ever stop being blown away by the amazing, kind response I've had from you all during this story. Thank you to all my regular reviewers, and thank you to everyone who left feedback for the first time with the last chapter. I've said it before and I'll say it again - you are all awesome!

And as always, hope you all enjoy!

SILENCING NATURE

Chapter 12 - Bona Fide Parental Kudos

On balance, Helga was pretty ready to say that she hated this boat.

Actually, maybe she needed to expand that to a broad statement of hatred towards boats in San Lorenzo as a whole. After all, it wasn't as though her first river trip here had been an emotional picnic either! Make no mistake, Lasombra's boat still held an impressive lead, boasting a devastating rejection, a late night pirate attack (as far as she knew at the time), a fiery explosion and, worst of all, Olga. But between needing to endure a heart-to-heart with Gerald and facing the embarrassment of her latest encounter with Arnold's parents, the S.S. Eduardo was really holding its own. And while Arnold's words truly had done wonders to ease her troubled mind over the latter (hence why she was still onboard and not taking her chances with the river), they did nothing at all to fix that uncomfortable situation. The reality was unavoidable; Miles and Stella had caught her snooping, red handed. In different circumstances, or with different people, Helga probably could have come up with any number of lies to hide the real reason for her sudden, explosive entrance to their cabin, ranging from the perfectly plausible ("I was looking for Arnold, and the boat made me lose my balance") to the slightly more far-fetched ("I was conducting a pirate attack preparedness drill – you all failed"). Any excuse could fly, really – you just had to be confident in your delivery.

But this time things were different.

For one thing, in the short time they'd known each other, Helga had started to develop a nasty suspicion that Stella was pretty intuitive. Call it a gut feeling, but something about the woman made Helga think it would be hard to pull the wool over her eyes. Plus, given their eager return to the complex world of parenthood, there was a real possibility that she and Miles would ask follow-up questions. Helga hadn't needed to deal with those from Bob or Miriam in, well, ever! And even Arnold had usually been willing to overlook her occasional slip-ups with little more than a 'whatever you say'. Follow-up questions could be the death of even the most well thought-out ruse...

No... Lying alone just wasn't going to cut it this time. And that meant that there was only one realistic option: make an excuse to run away and avoid them both until they forgot the whole business ever happened. Or until they both passed away after living long, full lives; whichever came first. The challenge was coming up with a suitable reason for why she needed to hide herself away for the foreseeable future. 'Maybe I could convince everyone that I'm in quarantine for some kind of deadly jungle disease! Nah... Too soon.' And then there was Arnold to consider; it wasn't as if he could run away, after all, and she highly doubted he wanted to. Apparently her beloved was willing to conceal her antagonistic history from his parents – that in of itself being an unprecedented act of generosity as far as Helga was concerned – but could she really expect him to continue? Could she truly ask him to take part in yet another lie just for the sake of avoiding her own embarrassment?

Yes. Yes she could.

"Hey... Arnold?" The two had been moments away from reaching the door to the bridge, moving at a pace to escape the persistent rain. Or at least Arnold had been – Helga still had her umbrella, after all, and she was far less eager to return to the 'comfort' of the boat's interior, or to the people that were waiting inside... But now she had come to a standstill. As Arnold paused himself, turning to reply, his eyes became filled with worry once again; he could see Helga's anxiety resurfacing as she glanced away, biting her lip.

"Is something wrong?"

"No! Geez, I'm fine. It's just- Oh, crimeny..." Having finally turned her eyes in his direction, her heart had briefly melted at the pitiable sight. The downpour certainly wasn't what it was that morning, but Arnold was quickly getting drenched nonetheless, his normally spiky hair slicked back and his already marked and tattered shirt clinging to him tightly. And typically, he didn't seem to care one bit; his expression was one of pure concern, all of it aimed in her direction. She instinctively moved closer, grumbling as she awkwardly fought with the umbrella, aiming to cover them both as best she could. It was only afterwards that she realised her actions had left them mere inches apart, and Arnold's worried face was quickly being overtaken by a wide-eyed blush. She cleared her throat, and did her best to keep going before her own cheeks could follow suit. It wasn't easy – that small kiss was still very much in her system.

"I was still just wondering if you could maybe not tell your folks that I, uh... 'overheard' your conversation?" She tried a small grin, hoping her eyes weren't too pleading. After all, she still had her dignity. Sort of...

Arnold tilted his head, an unconvinced frown quickly forming. "Helga, they're pretty smart people. Don't you think they'll have figured out that's what you were doing? Like I said, I really don't think they're mad."

"Ah, but you're not sure!" Helga quickly tried to rally, her anxiousness rising. "That's the beauty of lying, Football Head; it takes all that annoying guesswork out of the picture! Why deal with the potential reality that they're both completely aware of what I was doing and ARE mad about it, when instead we can just tell them I got their cabin mixed up with the can and nip it in the bud?"

"Helga..." Arnold shot her a chastising look.

"What, you don't like that one? I've got others-" She desperately pressed on.

"Helga." He cut her off, gently grabbing her hand once again. And, like every other time, the simple action seemed to halt her panic in its tracks – she still couldn't work out how. It was... nice. Weird, but nice. Like it just made something that had been tightly clenched inside of her exhale a little. "I won't tell them anything you really don't want me to, ok? Not if you're this worried about it. But you should give them a chance – you know my Mom did already say that she likes you." He recalled, offering her an encouraging smile.

"She did..?" For a moment, Helga couldn't contain a surprised smile, but suddenly it was replaced by a fresh frown. She threw her hands in the air, breaking their contact and dousing both with a fresh splash of water from the flailing umbrella. "Well crimeny, that just makes it worse! Now I really have to make sure I don't mess this up!"

Arnold chuckled, in spite of needing to wipe the fresh rainwater from his eyes. "Wow Helga – you really seem to care a lot about what my parents think of you." He gave her a teasing grin, causing the girl to finally lose her battle to not blush. She glanced away with a pout.

"Yeah, well... I DID save their lives, remember? I just want them to still know how great I am when we make it back so they can tell all those losers from our class!" Seeing Arnold's grin only widen, she rolled her eyes and gave a resolute sigh. She couldn't put this off forever. "Look, we're going to go back inside, then I'm going to make some excuse to go hi- er, relax in one of the cabins, ok? Tell them whatever you want, Football Head – just wait till I'm out of earshot." It seemed like the best compromise; what she didn't know wouldn't kill her, at least for a while.

"Whatever you say, Helga." Arnold's smile took on its comforting edge once again, as he finally moved to open the door.

To Helga's immediate regret, it appeared that the entire group had wound up gathered on the bridge, all of them apparently waiting for Arnold and Helga to return, and each looking more than a little perplexed. Even Eduardo's usual nonchalance was betrayed by a raised eyebrow as he glanced in their direction. The moment was quickly broken, though, as Miles quickly rushed forward.

"Kids, you're both soaked again! Come on, get in here." He ushered them both inside before slamming shut the door, finally cutting off the rain. Glancing at them again, and at the small puddles pooling at the feet of each blonde, he shook his head. "Hang on, I'm gonna get you two some towels." With that, he disappeared below deck. Stella, meanwhile, was apparently overcome by an old instinct – unwilling to wait for Miles' return – and immediately moved to fuss over Arnold. She tutted as she brushed aside the stray strands of wet hair that clung to the boy's forehead, quietly muttering things about him catching a cold. For his part, Arnold seemed frozen, as if unsure of how to react, but a new, sheepish grin was growing on his face all the same.

Glad of the temporary distraction, Helga fought to collapse the stubborn umbrella, her efforts mostly just succeeding in scattering the room with cold droplets, until her eyes locked with Gerald's. Somehow she'd neglected to consider his silence in all this, and the boy had already proven himself to be a blabbermouth where Arnold's parents were concerned. '"Then we jumped that huge gap in the freeway..!" Moron...' In a split second, her look became inquisitive, and just a little menacing. Apparently Gerald received the message, his eyes widening, and he rapidly shook his head, subtly raising his hands in defence – a look that quite clearly screamed "I said nothing (so please don't hurt me)". She replied with a single, slow nod; at least that made things simpler.

"Here we go!" Miles quickly reappeared, his arms filled by a large white bundle. Apparently he'd hastily grabbed every towel the nearest cabin had to offer... Without waiting for a response, he dropped most of the pile, moving beside his wife to begin roughly and rapidly towelling off his son's head. Arnold's eyes were now decidedly wide – or at least they appeared to be, when visible past the moving layer of cotton. In truth, he was torn between enjoying the strange warmth of being pampered and cared for by his parents, and escaping the slight mortification of being towel-dried by them like some kind of baby, fresh out of the tub. Granted, he wasn't exactly fully-grown yet, but he'd been taking care of himself in that regard for more than a little while! But then again, that was about as much experience as Miles and Stella had gotten to enjoy before departing; looking after a toddler... In the end, he decided to simply sit back and enjoy it. Helga, meanwhile, had simply shaken her head at the parental display before attempting to quietly move below deck herself, hoping to capitalise on the opportunity. She made it as far as the first stair.

"Helga? Don't you want a towel too?" Cursing her luck, she turned back on hearing Stella's words, only to find herself barely containing a snort of laughter. While his parents had paused in their task, and were looking worriedly in Helga's direction, Arnold seemed completely dazed. Or maybe concussed... Apparently overeager, Miles had been a little more vigorous with the towel than intended, and the boy looked as though his eyes should have been spinning, his hair sticking out at angles physicists probably wouldn't think were possible. The fact that his hat was still in place was a whole other scientific conundrum...

"Oh, er, thanks, but I'm fine. Figured I'd... go take a nap or something. And there's probably towels in the other cabins." She fought for an escape, offering the couple an innocent, toothy grin.

"We are less than an hour away from Puerto Clara." Eduardo chimed in from the helm, causing the girl to mentally facepalm.

"Really? That's. Great." She seethed through clenched teeth, her smile starting to crack. "Well, all the same, you two look like you have your hands full giving Foo-, uh, Arnold the full treatment there, so I'll just leave you be..." She quickly turned, making it one more step.

"Helga."

Not only did Helga freeze once again, she couldn't help but give a small cringe. It was the tone Stella used that time that did it. The tone all children learn to fear. Mom tone... Miriam had only succeeded in pulling it off a small handful of times throughout Helga's life – the effect tends to be lost if you slur – but apparently nine years of sleep hadn't robbed Stella of the ability one little bit. Turning once more, Helga barely managed not to gulp; Stella had risen to her feet and was giving the girl a stern look, her eyebrows raised. 'Crimeny, she's even got her hands on her hips..!' In an instant, though, the woman's face softened into a concerned smile, and she moved in Helga's direction, clean towel in-hand. As she knelt down, Helga felt one more brief jolt of panic, worried that Stella was actually going to start drying her off as they had done their son! But instead, Stella simply offered it, her arm outstretched. Silently, and with a quirked brow, Helga accepted – at the back of her mind she really hoped the hesitant exchange didn't look like someone trying to gain the trust of a skittish animal...

"Before you go 'take your nap', would you mind if we talked? The four of us?" Stella glanced back in the direction of her family, both Shortman men's faces tinged with worry now that Arnold had recovered. Arnold in particular knew that this was exactly what Helga had been afraid of. And much as the girl wanted to refuse, something in Stella's eyes made it clear that it wasn't exactly a request.

"Uh, can't it wait till we're back in the city? I'm pretty sure we're all tired here..." Helga tried one last attempt at escape. It wasn't even a lie! Hadn't she and Arnold already been through the whole 'dramatic talk' craziness with Gerald today? That had been more than draining enough!

Stella gave a short laugh. "I'm thinking things are going to get a little loud and exciting again once we get to the city, considering everyone's there waiting for us. It actually might be a little while before we can all talk quietly again. Please?" Helga glanced away, releasing a defeated sigh. Did this woman train with Dr Bliss or something? At this rate she'd have enough 'excitement' on this stupid boat to last her a lifetime.

"Ok."

Stella's smile immediately brightened. "Great. Come on, we can talk downstairs." The woman patiently allowed Helga lead to the way – a slow process, considering the girl felt as though she were walking to the gallows – and motioned with a nudge of her head for Miles and Arnold to follow. Falling obediently in line, Arnold could only offer his best friend an apologetic shrug before disappearing below himself.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm – here we go again..." Gerald muttered to himself, shaking his head, before turning to the only other person left in the room. "You ever get used to that?"

Eduardo have a low chuckle. "It's best to just sit back and enjoy the ride, amigo."

By the time the smaller group finally made it to the privacy of a cabin – the same cabin Helga had earlier tumbled into, to her dismay – the girl's legs had just about turned to jello. As it turned out, even the heart-racing stress of the earlier talk with Gerald didn't even come close. After all, if there were no other alternatives, she was pretty sure she could silence Tall Hair Boy one way or another... She was also pretty sure that, had she not already been wet from her unexpected trip to the crow's nest, her brow would have started to sweat. It didn't help one bit that having four people in the small room, two of them grown adults, made it seem more close and confining than ever. All she could do was take a seat on the nearest cot and wring the water from her pigtails for a second time. 'Well this is a pretty lame case of déjà vu...' And then, just to make matters worse, Arnold seated himself right beside her, the two of them facing his parents shoulder to shoulder, as though trapped in the worst interview imaginable. At least the creeping dread made it much easier not to swoon at his closeness... And though she'd be reluctant to admit it, Helga was actually more than a little glad that he was there – the idea of having this chat with Miles and Stella alone was somehow even more daunting. As it was, the two could do nothing more than exchange brief, nervous glances as they waited for Arnold's parents to say whatever they wanted to say, their fingers clenching and twitching in their laps.

It was only then that Miles burst out laughing.

"I-I'm sorry!" He took a deep breath, holding up a hand. "I'm sorry, but you two look like you're about to be charged with treason or something!" The children were too shocked at this to do anything more than stare, wide-eyed.

"Miles." Stella shook her head, a soft giggle escaping her own lips as she gently slapped his shoulder. "He is right though. We just thought there was a thing or two we should... clear up before we get back to civilisation. And Helga, if you happened to 'listen in' to our conversation earlier, I hope you know we aren't mad." The girl's eyes immediately bulged.

"Listen in?! Hey, heh, obviously I'd never dream of doing something that intrusive or... weird." Helga semi-consciously scooched further back towards the wall, clearing her throat. "But, uh, hypothetically... you're really not angry?" She quirked her brow, glancing back and forth between the adults, looking for some sign of judgement or fury. Maybe it was a trap – it really did seem too good to be true.

Stella simply giggled again, and shook her head. "No Sweetie, I think I can guess why you might have done something like that."

"Oh..." A tight knot was starting to form in Helga's stomach.

"You were worried about what Tiukwí said to us, right?" There was a pause as the girl allowed Stella's words to sink in. Fortunately, Helga had always been quick to seize an opportunity.

"...YES. That is why." She nodded slowly, focussing most of her energy on not allowing a hugely relieved smile to spread across her face. 'God, Buddha, Xenu – whoever's up there – THANK YOU!' What little she had left, she put into sending Arnold a desperate, silent, mental plea to not blow this one chance for an escape. Luckily, the boy seemed willing to keep quiet, as he'd promised.

"I think we can understand that." Stella nodded too, apparently none the wiser. "I'm pretty sure we were as shocked as you both were!" Helga and Arnold exchanged an uncomfortable glance at that claim; it might have been true to begin with, but something told them both that their little subterranean field trip with the old man might have tipped the scales to their favour in the 'minds blown' department. All the same, apparently the time had come to ask the question that had lingered on their minds since they first emerged from that dark tunnel.

"Mom, Dad," Arnold hesitantly began, "what did Tiukwí tell you?" Both children held their breath, each feeling like they maybe should have been holding hands for this answer. They resisted the urge again, considering present company.

Given the way Miles' hand immediately made tracks to the back of his neck before he spoke, it was clear that he and Stella considered this topic as strange and awkward as they did. "Well, your mom and I already knew the Green Eyes thought you came into the world to fix an imbalance, son. And that they thought you were uh, 'stronger than the av-er-age spirit'." He chuckled nervously at the weak joke – Arnold had loved that show, about nine years ago. "You can probably imagine, that's already a pretty intense thing to hear about your kid! But Tiukwí never told us that the imbalance was... well..."

"Another person." Stella finished, turning her eyes to the uneasy blonde girl fidgeting before her. Helga wasn't sure she liked the look in the woman's eyes – they were full of a strange mixture of curiosity and uncertainty, as if Helga were some kind of unbelievable artefact that shouldn't logically exist. "He didn't say much last night before taking the two of you away, but he made it clear that the two of you were... Oh, what's the right word..? Linked? Connected?" She turned back to Miles for help – his understanding of the Green-Eyed People's language had always been better – and both children seized the opportunity to gulp. But the man just shrugged, looking a little lost himself.

"It sounded to me like it was a kind of yin and yang thing. Not that the Green Eyes exactly subscribe to Taoism... Honestly, he was talking so fast that I didn't get half of it."

Both Arnold and Helga finally felt able to exhale. It seemed as though Miles and Stella had the general idea without the specific details, and that was more than a small relief. All the same, it made the situation just a little more complex. Telling Gerald was one thing – after all, wild stories were his forte – but giving Arnold's parents the full picture seemed like a much bigger deal! Still, Helga was at least able to come up with one very important question.

"So, do either of you actually believe it? I mean, you're the experts here, right?"

The adults shared an uncertain look, Miles eventually electing to be the one to answer. "Well, as to the whole 'spirit' thing, I guess you could say we're a little biased. I'm pretty sure just about every parent thinks their child is extra special, after all!" Helga only just managed to resist rolling her eyes – she could offer a nice, long counter-argument on that score. "Although after everything the two of you have done, I'd say we have pretty compelling evidence on that one, huh?"

Stella nodded in agreement, giving a soft laugh. "As for the rest, we honestly don't know. Living with the Green Eyes, seeing the things we've seen, we know better than to just dismiss things because they sound unbelievable. But the truth is, well," she leaned forward to gently lay her hands on top of each of the children's, "we could only decide if we believed the rest if we actually knew the both of you. And right now... we don't." The hand on top of Arnold's gave a tight squeeze, a look of pain briefly flitting across Stella's face as she looked directly into her son's eyes. "I really hope we can fix that, and soon. That goes for you too, Helga." She turned to smile brightly at the girl. "After everything you've done for us, I hope we can get to know you better once this is all over."

"Yeah," Miles happily nodded in agreement, "you really helped save out butts! The least we can do is have you over for dinner when we get home." Suddenly a dark look crossed his face. "Uh, Arnold, one important question; does your grandma still insist on doing all the cooking?"

Arnold nodded back with a sympathetic smile; the look of a fellow trauma survivor. "She keeps saying watermelon contains nine of the thirteen food groups." Miles let this sink in for a moment before turning back to Helga.

"...The least we can do is take you out for dinner when we get home."

Helga blinked, stunned by the welcoming offer, trying to ignore Arnold as he collapsed into hearty chuckles. "Uh, whatever floats your boat... And hey, if you're buying, I don't say no to free food. But you know, we should probably bring Football Head along too," she nudged her head in the giggling boy's direction, "might be a little awkward otherwise."

"Football Head?"

'Oh crap!' Helga's budding smirk froze, her eyes bulging, as both parents spoke together, each giving her a confused look. Helga could have downright kicked herself – it had been going so well! Seriously, a dinner invitation? Even if she did save their lives, she figured that had to be about as good of an outcome to this little talk as she could have hoped for! 'And now I've gone and ruined it with a single slip of the tongue! Now it's probably going to be right back to square one – sneaking brief, desperate glances at my beloved from afar! Why!? Why couldn't I keep my cruel habit under control, just this once? Who would have thought that calling him by that callous, insulting nickname every day of his life would lead to this bitter act of karmic justice?'

"Oh, well... I, uh-" She began to splutter, before feeling hand rest lightly on her shoulder.

"Football Head. It's just a nickname that... some people use for me." Ok, maybe Helga had been wrong about Arnold's ability to lie through his teeth. He didn't even seem ill-at-ease as he smiled in her direction (that reassuring grin alone making her heart hammer in her chest). "Apparently my head might be a little wider than normal, or so I've been told." Arnold jokingly raised his hands to each of his ears, before bringing them forward, as if to examine the width. "I don't really see it." He finished, shooting Helga a final, teasing smirk.

In truth, Helga could easily have fainted. She'd never even imagined that, after all this time, he truly didn't care about her daily barrage of derisive name-calling. But come to think of it, she'd been going through her usual repertoire even since their confession the previous night (when Miles and Stella were out of earshot, of course, until now), and he hadn't so much as batted an eye. She hadn't even thought twice about it! Football Head – by this point it was just pure, natural habit. There wasn't even any malice in it... usually. She made a mental note to check whether 'Arnoldo' and 'Hair Boy' got the same pass later. 'Geek Bait' was probably out, and 'Shrimp' might have an expiry date (no pun intended) given Miles and Stella's heights...

She was snapped from her thoughts by Stella releasing something between a laugh and a groan, burying her face in her hands. "I'm sorry! It's a family thing. You grow into into it, I promise!" Her husband burst out laughing as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Hey now, you know I think it's cute!" Hearing this, Helga barely managed to stop the 'me too' from escaping her lips. Frankly, she was just shocked that she seemed to have escaped the slip-up with her reputation intact. Again! Maybe the universe really was working in her favour for a change...

"Anyway," Stella finally emerged from her small cocoon, her face slightly red, "getting back to the matter at hand, I think the two of you are are probably more equipped than we are to decide if what the Green Eyes believe about your 'connection' is real. After all, who knows you better than you know yourselves? As for whatever Tiukwí showed you under the city, that was just for you, and you don't have to tell us what happened down there."

"Hey, I wanna kno- OW!" Miles immediately protested, the mysterious cavern beneath the ancient city having always piqued his scientific interest, but a swift elbow from Stella was quick to silence him. He rubbed his now-sore arm, pouting – it really hadn't been that hard, but it was the principle of the thing.

"You don't have to tell us," Stella reaffirmed, shooting her husband a warning sideways glance, "if you don't want to. But from the way you both looked when you came back, I'm guessing it was a little scary." Both Arnold and Helga glanced away – talk about an understatement. Their reaction seemed to confirm Stella's suspicions; she moved to kneel before them, at their level, and her hands landed gently on each of their shoulders. "Well, just know you can talk to us about this stuff if you ever need to. We've both seen our fair share of weird after all! More than most, I should think... Until then, if you want my advice, just be yourselves. Whatever Tiukwí told you, whatever the Green Eyes think you're supposed to be or do, it's pretty obvious that you're both wonderful, amazing people. You're incredibly special, mystical spirits or not."

"That's right." Miles softly agreed. "Arnold, we're more proud of you than we can ever say. You too Helga, if that means anything coming from a couple of strangers – I'm sure you make your own mom and dad proud every day."

"Ohh, you have NO idea..." Helga did her best to keep the acid out of her tone; it seemed a shame to ruin the moment. She was actually pretty sure that Bob's first question would be about the bag of obsolete beepers she failed to hawk. And actually, to her slight surprise, she found it did mean something; getting bona fide parental kudos for a change felt pretty sweet! Too bad she couldn't get that from Bob without a trophy the size of Big Barney and a prize cheque to boot.

"Anyway," Stella finally pulled away, rejoining her husband on the opposite cot, "now that's been said, I'll bet the two of you have had more than your fill of all this strangeness, at least for a while. Thanks for agreeing to talk about all this, Helga." She gave the girl a warm smile. "You can go take that nap now, if you want. Or, if you're up for it, you can tell us a little about yourself? We were just talking to Arnold about your friends at school! If you didn't know that already." The woman shot Helga a teasing look, so similar to her son's. It immediately brought on a small cringe from the girl.

"Heh, yeah, they're a crazy bunch all right..." Helga suddenly sensed the microscope of scrutiny moving back in her direction, and nice as Arnold's folks seemed, the unfamiliar attention was starting to get under her skin. If Miles and Stella were going to get a full rundown of Helga G. Pataki, or at least the heavily-redacted version, then she definitely needed time to prepare! And besides, Helga's own opinions of the colourful cast of P.S.118 would only burst their bubble – let them live in blissful ignorance for a while longer. Sensing the window of opportunity closing quickly, she rose to her feet and began backing her way towards the door. "But hey, if I give you the full scoop now, there'll be nothing left to talk about during that dinner you promised! Nothing worse than an uncomfortable silence, am I right? Sooo, I'm... just... gonna leave you guys to it."

Without another word, and especially before anyone could argue, Helga threw open the door and darted from the room, her exit almost as dramatic and sudden as her earlier appearance, a damp towel the only remaining trace of her presence. The three Shortmans were left blinking, each of them a little surprised that the girl's speedy retreat hadn't left a trail of dust hanging in the air.

"You know what, Stel?" Miles finally spoke, turning to his wife. "You're right – I like that girl too."

And on the other side of the door, ear pressed tightly to the metal, Helga's face broke into a wide grin before she turned and made her way down the hall.

'Two for two!'

A/N I don't know if this is necessary, I don't know if people got the reference, but I'll say it anyway: I do not own Yogi Bear or any of his catchphrases...

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