Wow was not expecting to end up basically taking so long to update again but when you have other stories or fanfic ideas these things happen! I want to thank CukooCoa, Cre8ivelybankrupt87 and Em Pataki for reviewing last chapter. This chapter will contend elements from Back to School with a mention of the Sid and Germs episode.
Normal pov
The bell ranged loudly across the school as another day at P.S. 118 had come to an end, the students were already either running to their lockers or out the door as they basked in the sweet taste of freedom…at least until the next day. But for now the children were enjoying their short amount of freedom some even engaging in horseplay.
"Hey Wolfgang cut that out let me go!" The sound of a struggle between two students of P.S. 118 was drown out by the bell and the other students rushing out of the school.
"Why don't you make me Football Face?" Wolfgang's laughter would have filled the halls if not for the other students as he held his cousin under his arm as he wrestled with him. Three months ago this sight could have easily been seen as frightening, but everyone knew it was just friendly horseplay between two cousins. "Come on Arnold quite being a weak wimp and break out!"
"Not everyone can be a mammoth Wolfy." Arnold says as he continued to struggle against the older boy.
"Hey no excuses! As my cousin you're not allowed to be weak!" Wolfgang says with a laugh.
"Hey you two knock that off unless you want detention!" Principal Wartz yells causing both students to pull away from each other as the school principal marched over to them. "Young men do you know that it is strictly forbidden to engage in horseplay on school property?"
"Sorry Principal Wartz." Both cousins say at the same time.
"You know young man." Principal Wartz began to say looking directly at Arnold as he spoke. "When we first learn of your relation to this hoodlum I had high hopes that you would have influence him to behave better not the other way around." Before either child could comment on his statement Principal Wartz was already chasing after Harold who was running in the hall.
"That isn't fair why am I always seen as the hoodlum of our family?!" Wolfgang asked in annoyance.
"Well you do bully younger kids, steal lunch money and-" Arnold began to list some reasons.
"Yeah but I mean besides all that!" Wolfgang interrupts before Arnold could continue.
"Don't worry about it Wolfgang." Arnold says as the two continue to walk out the front door of the school neither noticing the lingering other student that was behind them. "Look there's Nadine!" He points out to Nadine who was talking to Rhonda as she waited for him at the front of the school.
"Hey Bug Girl." Wolfgang calls out as he walks over to his girlfriend. "Why am I always seen as a hoodlum?"
"Well if I had to come up with reasons from the top of my head I'd say it's because you bully younger kids, steal lunch money-"
"And you're a bad dresser!" Rhonda adds in much to Wolfgang's annoyance. "What? Bad clothes, bad attitude everyone knows that."
"No one asked you princess." Wolfgang says evenly narrowing his eyes at the other fourth grade girl.
"Rude!" Rhonda says turning her nose at him. "And to think if I hadn't convince Nadine to give you a chance you'd never be together."
"Ah whatever." Wolfgang said rolling his eyes at the rich girl, Rhonda may be his girlfriend's best friend heck she maybe the reason why Nadine gave him a chance in the first place but that didn't mean that he liked or was even nice to her.
"Hey I've got to get going." Nadine proclaims looking at the time. "I have to meet Sheena at the pond so we can pick out the perfect location for the Annual Frog-Catching Contest."
"Ewww! I can't believe people are still doing that gross thing!" Rhonda says in disgust. "Just thinking about it gives me the creeps."
"Well I can't wait for that contest." Wolfgang says in a smug tone. "Between me being the frog catching King and my girlfriend being a judge I'm sure to win this year."
"I don't know about that Wolfgang." Arnold proclaims. "My team has Sid this year and no one loves frogs more than him."
"Please what's love got to do with it?" Wolfgang says rolling his eyes at his cousin. "This contest is about catching frogs and there is no way some stupid fourth graders is going to beat me…no offense Nadine and Arnold."
"Hey, what about me?" Rhonda says in an outraged tone.
"What about you?" Wolfgang asked.
"Why I never." Rhonda says with a pout before walking away from the group.
"I better get going too." Nadine said.
"I'll walk you to the pond Bug Girl." Wolfgang offered taking her hand in his before turning to face Arnold. "See you later Football Face." And with that said the three parted ways until the next time they would meet.
"Guess he forgot about me again." Edmund says with a sad sigh as he began to walk home alone.
Later that same night just before dinner Arnold was sitting at the kitchen table doing his math homework when he came across a problem that he needed help with. "Hey, grandpa could you help me with this math problem?" Arnold asked.
"Sure, what's the problem?" Phil states turning away from the dishes he was cleaning to walk over to his grandson. "I know all kinds of math! Addition, subtraction, multiplication…five times five is twenty five, five times six is thirty. Am I helping?"
"Not really. I'm doing long division." Arnold explains holding up his homework so that his grandfather could see the problems he was working on.
"L-l-l-long…Long division?" Phil says in a stuttered tone.
"Can you help?" Arnold asked as he continued to hold up his paper.
"Okay, three and two is uh…and twenty-two times fourteen, that would be that and, uh the…the answer's seven!" Phil answered after scanning the page.
"But the answer can't be seven cause…" Arnold says in a confused tone looking down at the paper his grandfather had given back to him.
"Oh, of course you're right! The answer's seven…teen!" Phil proclaims with a nervous chuckle.
"Uh no." Arnold said.
"Eighteen? Thirty-nine? Fifty-two? Hut-hut hike? Ha-ha." Phil continues on in a nervous chuckle.
"Didn't you learn long division in fourth grade?" Arnold asked his grandfather.
"Whoops! Time to take my medication." Phil proclaims suddenly, quickly walking out of the kitchen. "I'll have to get back to you Arnold!"
"Grandpa wait! Come back." Arnold called after him standing up to follow after his grandfather.
"Can't hear you! Where's the siren?" Phil yells as he kept walking away going so far as to cover his ears while making siren noises. "Let's see two tablets every six hours and…"
"Grandpa, it's just me, Arnold." Arnold states after following his grandfather into the bathroom. "You can tell me. What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing Arnold. I don't-" Phil proclaims as he struggles to open his pill bottle before giving up. "Oh, all right, Arnold I'll tell you the truth. I always knew this day would come when you would bring me homework I couldn't figure out. And long divisions with decimals is exactly as far as I got when I was a kid before…"
"Before what?" Arnold asked when his grandfather had trailed off.
"Before I quit, Arnold." Phil explained to his grandson in a grave tone. "I…Never finished the fourth grade."
"You never finished the fourth grade?" Arnold repeats back in disbelief. "Why?"
"Alright Arnold, sit down on the bidet and let me tell you a story." Phil said. "You see back in the 1920's things were pretty good. Oh Arnold, I used to dream about getting my grade-school diploma and growing up to be president. But then the Great Depression came and everybody lost their jobs. It was tough. At Christmas, we couldn't afford toys. We had to make our own toys out of dirt. I wanted to stay in school but I had to quit to get a job to support my family."
"What about Aunt Mitzi?" Arnold decided to ask.
"Oh Mitzi was lucky she had a lot of musical talents which got her a scholarship to a fancy school." Phil explained. "Yep she was one of the few kids in the neighborhood that was lucky enough to be able to stay in school. Which didn't do much to help our relationship one bit let me tell you Arnold, I used to dream of making it to my graduation walking up there, taking the diploma from the principal flipping the little tassel on my mortarboard. I tell you the day that Mitzi graduated might have made me hate her more than ever. But I always said I'd go back to school but, well one job led to another and I just never did. A grade school diploma…the one thing I've always wanted but never got."
"Couldn't you go back to school?" Arnold asked his grandfather.
"Oh, I can't do that Arnold!" Phil proclaims. "I'm too old! I've lost too many brain cells to make it through grade school!"
"You're not too old grandpa." Arnold tells him. "And you've still got plenty of brain cells."
"No…not since Woodstock." Phil says shaking his head.
"You can do it grandpa!" Arnold says in an encouraging tone. "You can go back to school and get your diploma. It's your dream, you have to do it."
"By gum, you're right Arnold!" Phil said feeling confident. "All right then that settles it. Come Monday I'm going to follow my dream and get a grade-school diploma. And then one day I'll be president."
"Let's just focus on your diploma first." Arnold suggests not having the heart to tell his grandfather that a presidency wouldn't be that easy.
"Okay, I'm sure I'll do as good of a job in grade school after all my memory is as sharp as my two grandsons!" Phil says in a cheerful tone.
"But you only have one grandson, grandpa me Arnold." Arnold corrects.
"But what about that bulky kid?" Phil asked. "Blonde hair, kinda mean?"
"Wolfgang is just your nephew, grandpa you know that." Arnold explains.
"Right, right." Phil says nodding in agreement.
The rest of the week was spent getting Phil prepped to go back to school. With help from Arnold and Wolfgang Phil was able to review all the subjects he would be taking before his first day of class the following Monday.
"That's just so crazy." Wolfgang said to his cousin after everything was explained to him.
"I know I never realized how much grandpa gave up in order to take care of his family." Arnold says with a sad sigh. "I'm just glad I was able to convince him to try again."
"It's going to be weird going to the same school as Uncle Phil." Wolfgang comments. "Do you think he'll be in class with you?"
"No that would be just too weird." Arnold proclaims shaking his head. "They'll probably put him in the other fourth grade class."
Luckily the school district was very helpful in tracking down Phil's old records and by the following Monday he was officially enrolled at P.S. 118.
"Well, Philip, welcome to P.S. 118." Principal Wartz says after putting down Phil's enrollment application. "I run a tight ship. I trust I won't need to see you again in this office for disciplinary reasons like your nephew Arnold or is it Wolfgang?"
"Oh, no sir, I'm a good boy." Phil insists. "And actually Arnold is my-"
"Yes, well hopefully you're more like your grandson uh…Wolfgang was it?" Principal Wartz absent mindedly interrupts. "Anyway let's find you a classroom shall we?" Principal Wartz states while walking out of his office.
"All right Sonny…I mean uh Principal Wartz." Phil says following after the other man.
Meanwhile inside of Mr. Simmons classroom Arnold had just finished explaining the school situation for his grandfather to Gerald.
"So like I said grandpa is going to start today and everything." Arnold finished explaining from his desk.
"Does that mean he's going to be in our class?" Gerald asked as he took a seat at his desk.
"Nah, they wouldn't put grandpa in our class." Arnold says shaking his head. "That would be a little too weird."
"Good because it was bad enough when we had Arnie hanging around in this classroom." Gerald says with a sigh of relief.
"Yeah thank goodness he had to go home early." Arnold said as he too settled into his desk.
"Students," Principal Wartz begins to say while entering Mr. Simmons' classroom. "Let's all welcome your new classmate, Philip."
"It's Arnold's grandpa!" Sid proclaim as the old man whom was wearing short brown pants with his red suspenders walked into the classroom and took the desk next to Arnold while the other children laughed.
"Hey, short man! We're gonna be classmates." Phil states sitting down at a desk next to Arnold that was way too small for him.
"All right class, let's put on our listening ears again." Mr. Simmons tries to calm down the laughing children. "Phil, get out your pencil and open your math book to page 98. We were talking about decimals in long division."
"D-d-d-did you say l-long division?" Phil asked in a nervous tone dropping his math book.
"Don't worry, grandpa it'll be fine." Arnold tells him as he picked up the math book from the ground and handed it back to his grandfather.
It wasn't easy for Phil at the start but eventually when he got passed the fear of not doing well in school he was able to conquer long division and every other subject that was thrown his way. After two weeks of being in fourth grade Phil had adjusted very well to school life even becoming one of the most popular fourth grader. In fact currently Phil was sitting in front of the school steps telling a joke to some kids.
"So then I told the guy that's no elephant that's my sister!" Phil finishes the joke causing the kids to laugh.
"That was one ripping good yarn, Phil." Stinky proclaims after his laughter had died down.
"Well, I'll catch you cats on the flipside." Phil states standing up to walk back home.
"See ya Phil." Sid says waving goodbye.
"Whillikers, Arnold. Your grandpa sure is hip, he's good at ciphering and he's got his own car!" Stinky exclaims.
"Yes well he is an old man Stinky he would have a car, but I'm glad he's doing so well." Arnold tells the group. "I better get going too though."
Later on that same night Phil was excitedly telling the boarders about how well he was doing in school. "And then I got a 97 on my multiple choice and a gold star!" Phil exclaims holding up the test he had done well on.
"Why that's wonderful Phil." Gertie tells him as she sets down a pudding dessert in front of him.
"Yep, won't be long till I get that grade-school diploma." Phil says in a pleased tone. "And if you don't want to wear that fork you better keep your paws off my dessert, Kokoshka!" Phil states glaring at Oskar whom had tried to steal his pudding.
The next day started out great with Phil greeting all the kids as he walked to his desk.
"Hey, look it's Phil!" Sid said in excitement as Phil walked passed him.
"Yo, Arnold, my main man! Word up?" Phil says as he sat down at his desk holding up a peace sign much to his grandson's confusion.
"Class, I have a very important announcement." Mr. Simmons proclaims over the class's loud chatter. "I showed the results of Phil's work to Principal Wartz and he has decided that our new classmate should be immediately promoted to the fifth grade!" The students started to clap congratulating Phil on all his hard work.
"Did you hear that? You're on your way grandpa." Arnold says excitedly.
"Thanks, short man." Phil says getting a bit teary looking at his classmates as if it were the last time he'd ever see them again. "I'm gonna miss you. I'm gonna miss all of you-Sid with your backwards hat and your teeny little white patent leather Beatle boots. And you Stinky…"
"Grandpa you'll be right next door." Arnold interrupts before it could go any further.
"Oh, well in that case I'll just see you at recess." Phil says in a dismissive tone. "See ya suckers!"
With that said Phil walked over to the fifth grade class next door where Mr. Packenham was waiting to introduce him to the class.
"Class we'll be having a new student joining us today." Mr. Packenham tells the rowdy fifth grade classroom though most weren't paying their teacher any mind. "Please welcome Phil Shortman."
"What?!" Wolfgang nearly shouts in a shocked tone, it was one thing to know that his Great Uncle was going to P.S. 118 but it was a whole other thing to see him standing there in his classroom.
"Yo, Wolfgang! Word up home skillet bread!" Phil says throwing up a peace sign, which caused the fifth grade class to laugh and Wolfgang to sink into his seat in embarrassment.
"Phil why don't you take the empty next to…I'm sorry is Wolfgang your nephew or your grandson." Mr. Packenham asked the older man.
"At my age who can keep track at this point anyone who comes to my house and eats my food must be family or else I'd just kick their butts onto the streets. Either that or they pay rent!" Phil says with a shrug as he walked over to the empty seat next to Wolfgang as the class snickered around him.
"Alright class now let's get back to our lesson on the civil war." Mr. Packenham states trying to quiet down the classroom. The rest of the morning continued on with the new older fifth grader already succeeding with his new learning material. Although Phil wasn't as popular with the fifth grade kids at with as he was in his old fourth grade.
"Hey there Wolfgang! What's that you're playing?" Phil asked as he ran over to the other fifth graders during recess.
"Kickball." Wolfgang answered.
"Kickball sounds like fun!" Phil says excitedly walking over to the base. "Set me up Wolfgang and don't forget to but some elbow grease into it!"
"I don't know Uncle Phil?" Wolfgang hesitated. "What if you feel down or something you're always worried about breaking your hip?"
"Ha please! I'll have you know that my hip is made of space-age plastic." Phil insist, Wolfgang just shrugged and throw the ball which Phil kicked so hard that it fell over the top of the school building and broke a window. "Oh…You didn't see nothing! Scatter!" Phil yells before running away.
"Whoa Uncle Phil that kick was amazing!" Wolfgang exclaims as he ran with his uncle. "You have to sit with us at lunch and tell me how you did it!"
"I told you Wolfgang space-aged plastic ha ha!" Phil states as he continues to run.
As promised Phil was a given a seat with the fifth graders and was quickly becoming just as popular with them as he had been with the fourth grade class.
"And then I told the zookeeper that's no gorilla that's my wife!" Phil finished his joke causing the group of fifth graders to laugh.
"Wow Wolfgang your uncle is actually pretty fun and cool." Mickey states.
"Of course he is coolness is in our blood right uncle Phil." Wolfgang proclaims proudly.
"Right home bread!" Phil exclaims.
"That's home slice, Uncle Phil." Wolfgang corrects with a groan.
"That too!" Phil agreed causing the group to laugh.
Seeing that his uncle was doing okay with his group of friends, Wolfgang walked away from the table to go grab a carton of chocolate milk. On his way to the lunch line he noticed that Edmund was sitting at a table away from the group.
"Hey Edmund what are you doing sitting all the way over there?" Wolfgang asked as he walked over to his friend.
"Oh, it didn't look like there was enough room for me to be there." Edmund explains in a deadpanned tone.
"Who cares? We always push tables together if there's not enough room?" Wolfgang questions with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah well Wolfgang lately I've felt kind of pushed to the side you know?" Edmund begins to explain. "I mean I get that you want to spend time with your girlfriend and even your cousin but…I don't know it's starting to feel like I'm invisible."
"That's crazy Edmund you're not invisible!" Wolfgang states in surprise. "We were just playing kickball together!"
"Okay maybe I'm not invisible, invisible but can you remember when the last time we hung out was?" Edmund asked.
"That's easy! We hung out at…and then there was…remember when we…okay so maybe it has been a while." Wolfgang admits sheepishly.
"Yeah." Edmund says in a deadpanned tone getting up from the table and walking away from Wolfgang.
"Yeah but-" Wolfgang begins to say but Edmund was already gone. "Whatever he'll get over it." Wolfgang says with a shrug.
And so Phil continued on with his fifth grade education, still doing as well as he did in the fourth grade and being still being equally as popular. He was again talking his family over dinner about how well he was doing in school.
"After he looked over my test results, Mr. Packenham decided to promote me to the sixth grade." Phil announced to his family during dinner another two weeks later.
"Wow, grandpa! I can't believe how fast this is going." Arnold says excitedly. "You've almost got your grade-school diploma."
"You'll probably be done with grade school by the end of the month when it normally takes people seven years." Wolfgang proclaims.
"Yep, fifth grade was a snap." Phil says with a chuckle snapping his finger. "I mean how different can sixth grade be?"
"You're really smart grandpa I'm sure you'll do really well." Arnold insisted.
The next day at school proved to not be as easy as Phil had hoped it would be the night before. For starters all the sixth grade kids were hostile towards him to the point were a kid could scare him. And the school work that he had to do got a lot harder. By lunch time he wasn't sure of his chances of passing the sixth grade.
"Hey Uncle Phil, what are you doing here sitting by yourself?" Wolfgang asked walking over to the older man's table. "Shouldn't you be hanging out with some sixth graders?"
"Oh Wolfgang, I…I can't!" Phil nearly shouts in dismay. "All the sixth graders are so tough and mean! They relish in people's fear!"
"So what? Just be tougher and meaner!" Wolfgang suggests. "Just show them they can't push you around. That's what I always do."
"And it works?" Phil asked.
"Sure. I'm the only fifth grader who some of the sixth graders are afraid of." Wolfgang explains. "It should be way easier for you, you're way older than them."
"Maybe you're right." Phil ponders the idea out loud. "You're a good grandson Arnold."
"I'm Wolfgang, Uncle Phil remember?" Wolfgang states looking at Phil with a disbelieving look.
"Sorry Wolfgang it's just well you sound like Arnold when you're giving advice!" Phil explains with a chuckle. "Actually it's kind of weird when you think about it."
Phil continued on with his day trying to seem tougher but it didn't seem to convince any of the other sixth graders one bit. When he got home after what felt like a long day he had trouble figuring out his homework.
"Oh, I can't figure this out." Phil proclaims to himself out loud after a night of struggling to do his homework. He walks over to a closet and opens up the old chest that had his graduation cap, Phil throw it in the trash before pulling out an old leather jacket.
The next day at school Phil took on a completely different personality, he started to pay less attention to the teacher, pulling varies pranks and intimidating some of the students. Even Wolfgang was caught off guard by how much Phil had seemly changed in a short amount of time. Especially when his Uncle started being sent to the principal's office more than him.
"Tardiness, disobedience of lunchroom procedure, spray-painting 'Steely Phil' on the playground dumpster and rank insouciance." Principal Wartz sighs as he finished listed all of Phil's violations. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"If you're done reciting my credits. I've got some shoplifting to do." Phil states in an indifferent tone getting up from his seat.
"Young man, I'm beginning to wonder if you want to finish grade school." Principal Wartz questions.
"Young man, I'm beginning to wonder if you want to finish grade school." Phil repeats back in a mocking tone.
"Pardon me?" Principal Wartz asked.
"Pardon me?" Phil repeats mockingly.
"Stop repeating what I say!" Principal Wartz orders forcefully.
"Stop repeating what I say!" Phil continues to mimick.
"That's it!" Principal Wartz yells getting fed up.
"That's it!" Phil continues to mock.
"Young man are you looking for trouble?" Principal Wartz asked.
"Maybe…what have you got?" Phil asked in a mocking tone.
"All right! This is your final warning. Either you straighten up and fly right or I'll be forced to dismiss you from P.S. 118. Report to detention after the final bell." Principal Wartz orders as Phil walked out of his office.
"Report this Wartz." Phil mutters under his breathe before pulling the fire alarm.
"That's it! I'm calling his parents." Principal Wartz states while putting the fire alarm back in its place.
Later that night Arnold and Wolfgang found Phil outside throwing a baseball up against a wall.
"Grandpa we need to talk to you." Arnold tells the older man as he continued to throw the baseball.
"Lay it on me." Phil says in a deadpanned tone.
"Principal Wartz called." Arnold begins to explain. "He said you're in big trouble…that you're this far from being expelled."
"What does he know?" Phil says with a glare. "He's just an old fart."
"Grandpa!" Arnold says in surprise.
"It's not like you to talk like that Uncle Phil." Wolfgang proclaims.
"Make your point boys, I'm busy." Phil proclaims going back to throwing the ball.
"Grandpa, what happened?" Arnold asked. "You were doing great. You were passing all your test. Don't you want to get your diploma?"
"Forget it short man! I'm through with school." Phil began to yell. "I'm chucking the whole education thing."
"But you're so close!" Arnold exclaims. "What about your dream?"
"I woke up." Phil says evenly.
"Why are you doing this?" Arnold asked. "Why are you skipping school and acting tough and getting in trouble? Even Wolfgang says that you've gone too far!
"He has gone too far! Some people are even saying that he's more of a hoodlum than me!" Wolfgang exclaims.
"I thought you didn't like people thinking that you're the hoodlum of the family?" Arnold asked.
"That doesn't mean I want someone taking the title away!" Wolfgang states. "I earned it."
"Look we're getting off track." Arnold said shaking his head. "Why are you doing this?"
"Cause." Phil just says in an even tone.
"Cause why?" Arnold asked.
"Because!" Phil shouted.
"Because why grandpa? I want to know why and I want to know right now?!" Arnold demanded.
"Because, I'm…Scared!" Phil finally admitted. "I'm scared okay!"
"Scared of what?" Arnold asked more gently.
"That I can't do it. That I'll fail!" Phil explains to the boys.
"You should have told me." Arnold said. "I can help you. We can hit the books, we can do it. I promise. You can pass the sixth grade grandpa."
"I don't know, short man. Oh…sixth grade is so tough and scary and all those big words and numbers!" Phil exclaims. "I tried to be tough about it like Wolfgang suggested but…I just don't know."
"It's your dream grandpa." Arnold reminds him.
"And you can't give up on it." Wolfgang added in.
"My dream. A grade-school diploma." Phil says to himself thinking back to when he was young.
"You want that diploma." Arnold encourages.
"I…Want…That diploma." Phil says out loud.
"Louder! You want that diploma!" Arnold encourages forcefully.
"I want that diploma!" Phil stands up to shout.
"Let's get it!" Arnold and Wolfgang proclaim in a determined tone.
"Right after my nap!" Phil exclaims before walking back into the house.
During the following few weeks Phil spent all his energy trying to get through the sixth grade material with the help of his family so that he could get his grade-school diploma. Currently Arnold and Wolfgang were helping him remember the state capitals."
"Capital of Minnesota?" Arnold asked looking down at the book.
"Dulut-no St. Paul." Phil answered.
"Principal export?" Arnold asked again.
"Bob Dylan…uh no cheese." Phil answered.
"State animal of Florida?" Wolfgang asked.
"Panther!" Phil answered.
Soon the time came for Phil to be tested by his former teachers and Principal Wartz after taking test after test everything was finally whining down.
"The sum of the square root of any two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side, if the isosceles triangle is also an equilateral triangle." Phil explains out loud. "In your face Wartz!" The teachers began to whisper to each other for a moment as Phil waited nervously, finally Principal Wartz stood up from his desk and walked over to Phil…and handed him his diploma. "I pass?" Phil asked with an excited look.
"I'm as surprised as you are." Principal Wartz states.
"Congratulations, Phil!" Mr. Simmons says excitedly walking over to hug the older man.
"Don't hug me!" Phil exclaims moving away from the teacher.
"Oh…Okay." Mr. Simmons says trying not to sound disappointed.
"Oh, what the heck. Come here you!" Phil caves in happily hugging Mr. Simmons, Phil then walks out of Mr. Wartz office and finds a few of the students and Gertie waiting outside the door.
"Well grandpa?" Arnold begins to ask nervously.
"Did you pass?" Wolfgang finished.
"I passed!" Phil proclaimed causing the group of children to cheer all the way outside.
"You did it grandpa you graduated!" Arnold said happily hugging his grandfather.
"Thanks to you short man." Phil proclaims.
"So what's next? Are you going to try for your junior high and high school diploma?" Arnold asked.
"High School?!" Phil exclaims shaking his head. "That's for losers. I don't have time for that anyway. I've got to run for president."
"Grandpa, you can't just run for president." Arnold tells him.
"Eh, maybe you're right. Maybe I should start small like assemblyman or alderman…aw the heck with it! I'm running for president." Phil says forcefully as the group began to walk away from the school. "And pookie you can be my campaign manager. What's our slogan?"
"Melts in your mouth, not in your hand." Gertie answered.
"Pookie, you're fired. Arnold and Wolfgang are my new campaign managers." Phil proclaims. "Now give me a good slogan."
"Vote for Phil or else!" Wolfgang says forcefully.
"Good! Finally someone is taking this seriously." Phil says happily.
"Grandpa…" Arnold says with a sigh.
A/N and that's the end of that chapter! Wow I'm sorry guys I was not planning to be away from this story for so long! I'm usual good with juggling stories especially really popular ones but I guess I got to side tracked by something new I'm working on! (Unfortunately I'm a slave to my muse I go wherever it takes me and lately it's been elsewhere) Anyway sorry to anyone who's been waiting a while! If anyone noticed I cutoff the scene with Connie and Marie because well...couldn't keep it there. It's really amazing what shows can get away with! Please read and review!