"Did you hear that?"
"It sounds like a bunch of girls screaming. What street are we on?"
"59th. Rhonda lives on this street!"
"You don't think…?"
"Rhonda! We're coming, babe!" Harold takes off down the street into dark of the night, while Arnold, Brainy, Curly, Gerald, Eugene, Sid, and Stinky watch him. The boys of the elementary school gang had just left Slausen's, the local ice cream parlor, after an adventurous evening at the arcade when they heard a series of screeches coming from down the road.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm. He's got it bad." Gerald comments, taking another sip of his Yahoo soda.
"Wait a second. He's going to Rhonda's?" Curly steps out of the ice cream parlor, holding a cone of rocky road ice cream.
"Yeah. He thinks the girls were the ones yelling. They could be in trouble." Arnold explains, licking his pistachio ice cream.
"Rhonda's in trouble? I have to save her! I'm coming, my love!" Curly drops his just purchased ice cream, and sprints off in the same direction as Harold did a few moments ago.
"Wilikers. I can't believe that after all these years Curly still likes Miss Rhonda. On account of she's never liked him and she's courting Harold." Stinky adds, sucking off the remainders of his sherbet ice cream off his fingers.
"It's sad really." Sid says, and tries to hide the fact that his cell phone has been vibrating continuously for the past few minutes. He hadn't had the chance to secretly text back Rhonda yet.
Arnold was about to say something in response, but suddenly the boys were distracted by the Phantom of the Opera theme song.
"Sorry, guys. That's me." Eugene reaches into his back jean pocket.
"We know, Eugene. Your phone hasn't stopped ringing all night. Can you please put it on silent?" Arnold asks, throwing his cone away in the trash can near the entrance of Slausen's.
"I will, I will. It's just Sheena." Eugene opens his phone to read the text message. "Oh my god."
"What?" Sid questions, leaning over Eugene's shoulder.
"Sheena says to come right away. There's a fight going on at Rhonda's house." Eugene turns his cell on silent finally.
"Wait, wait, wait. There's a girl fight going on at Rhonda's? This I have to see." Gerald throws away his Yahoo soda bottle, and begins to walk down the shadowy, short street ahead.
"Who's fighting?" Arnold starts to follow Gerald and glances back at Eugene.
Eugene sighs and saunters slowly behind Arnold. "I'm not sure. But we better head there right away. Sheena sounds upset." Unfortunately for Eugene, he did not see the telephone pole that Arnold just dodged and ran straight into it.
"Eugene!" Sid calls, and stabilizes him by placing his hands on Eugene's shoulders. "Are you alright?"
All the boys turn to face Eugene, who simply smiles and nods. "I'm okay."
Gerald laughs, and Arnold joins in. "Good. Well, let's get to helping the girls. Who knows? This may be our one and only chance to spy in on their sleepovers they always have."
"We're not here to spy, Gerald. We're here to help. If some of the girls are fighting, we're here to break it up and allow them to continue their sleepover alone." Arnold states, and smirks at Gerald's grin.
The boys return to hurrying down the road to Rhonda's house as Gerald chuckles at Arnold's response.
"Don't tell me you wouldn't mind seeing Lila, Arnold?" Gerald snickers, casually bumping into him.
Arnold's face flushes into a prominent pink at the mention of Lila's name. "Uh… That's not it…"
"Miss Lila? I thought you were crushing on Miss Helga? At least that's what Miss Rhonda's blog says." Stinky mentions, trying to avoid colliding into Eugene and Sid.
Arnold's cheeks burn even redder at the thought of the event between him and Helga from earlier today. "Stinky. Shut up." He moves faster, attempting to avoid the embarrassment of blushing at the two girls in his mind.
"Oh, relax, Arnold. No one believes Rhonda's posts on her blog anyway. There's nothing going on between Helga and him. Right, Arnold?"
Before Arnold had the chance to defend his feelings, the boys came upon Curly propped up on trashcans; eyes wide and mouth open, watching from the outside of one of the Lloyd's windows of their house.
"Curly!" Arnold exclaims, and quickly speeds to his side. "What's going on?"
Curly doesn't say anything at first. His eyes don't move from the window, and his facial expression doesn't change. He's just looking and listening.
The other boys surround Arnold and Curly, just as amazed as Arnold is at Curly's stance.
"Where's Harold?" Gerald asks, peering past Curly.
Finally, Curly turns to meet Arnold, terror tingling in his green eyes.
"See for yourself." Curly gestures to the window, and resumes the position he was in.
Arnold could sense the sweat starting on his body as he dared to take a glance inside of the Lloyd's window.
"Helga!" Arnold called out as he saw the shadow of someone swing and slam a wine bottle into Helga Pataki's head.
