A/N: Ciao, Hey Arnold friends! I forgot to upload this the other day, so I apologize for the inconvenience. This section is supposed to be continued from Helga and Phoebe's shopping trip from the last section, so you will get to see what happened after that cliffhanger in the last section. After this section, we have one long section to finish this chapter with Arnold, Helga, and Gerald, then on to the day of the dance! It's almost over, guys! I can't believe it! Thanks for the reviews and PMs. It means a lot. If you have anything to say, feel free to send me one. It really helps me make the story better. As for a possible sequel, I still haven't decided yet, but I am brainstorming possible ideas for a sequel. Thanks again and enjoy this section!

"Criminey, Phoebs! I can't believe you out of all people would suggest something like this." Helga giggled as she held up one of the shopping bags from Diana's Dress Shop in the Hillwood Mall they had just left.

"If you're not going to do anything about it, then I will!" The two best friends couldn't stop snickering at the special bag in Helga's hands.

"God, I'm starving. Food court?"

Phoebe beamed. "You read my mind."

As the pair turned around to head to the food court in the opposite direction, Helga chuckles once more and grabs tighter onto the bag.

"What do you think we should do with it?" She asks, swaying the package back and forth.

"It doesn't matter, as long as she can't wear it and we return it back to the store on the rack tomorrow morning before they notice it's gone."

"Ha! Just leave that to me. You stole it, I'll return it."

Helga and Phoebe had taken Lila's homecoming dress from the awaiting service clothing rack at the back of the dress shop they were in. It was simple to smuggle out of the store without any of the clerks noticing while they paid for the dress that Phoebe had picked out for Helga and the dress that Helga had found for Phoebe. The two women decided that the homecoming dress needed a few of their own alterations before returning it to Lila Sawyer, who was picking up the dress tomorrow morning before school.

"Wait. What if we get caught?" Phoebe halts Helga from walking any further.

Helga snorts. "Isn't that point? She'll know it was us."

"No, I meant by the shop! What if an employee sees you?"

Helga shakes her head and places a hand on her best friend's shoulder.

"You trust me?"

Phoebe nods. "With my life." They continue to cross the intersection to the other side of the mall as they reach the food court ahead of them.

"Then you have nothing but my empty stomach to worry about. Forget about it." The two stop at the entrance of the food court.

"Forgetting." Suddenly, she swoops Helga into a hug.

"Whoa! Easy there, Phoebs. What's wrong?" Helga awkwardly stands still at her friend's grip, but eases into her embrace.

"I'm just worried about you, Helga." Phoebe eventually releases her.

"Oh, jeez. Don't get all sappy on me. Phoebe, we've known each other since pre-k. You're my best friend, and you know me better than anyone. I'm pretty sure I don't have to assure you that I can handle almost anything."

"Nope. But sometimes I need a reminder. Just to make sure." Phoebe slowly shows a smile.

"And that's why you're my best amigo." Helga nudges her shoulder. "I'm thinking Taco Bell. How about it?"

"Sounds perfect right about now. I could go for an enchilada." Linking arms, the girls swing their elbows together as they skip to the Taco Bell line.

"Oh no." Phoebe recognized the familiar chime of her cell phone ringtone. That sound was only used for when there was a new blog post on Rhonda's blog.

Helga, who was still chewing her bean burrito, raised her eyebrows at Phoebe's reaction. "What was that?"

The petite Asian plunged into her purse to pull out the phone. "Oh, nothing. I hope."

"Geraldo does know we're here, right? Remember when you forgot to call him, and he showed up at one of our sleepovers when we had our mud masks on?"

"Yeah, yeah." Phoebe acknowledged Helga speaking, as she turned on the device to read the blog post.

"I swear, I've never seen Tall Hair Boy more freaked out before in my life." Helga took another bite of her burrito. "Phoebe?"

She studied the situation as Phoebe swiped at her touch screen repeatedly, apparently engaged in something more important than their conversation.

"Phoebe?" Picking up one of her nachos, Helga flings the chip at the robot sucked into her piece of technology.

"What?" Phoebe finally looks up to establish eye contact.

"What the hell are you reading that's so damn important? Is it Gerald?"

"No." Phoebe sluggishly shakes her head. "No. It's another blog post that Rhonda put up on her website."

"Oh, great. What does Princess have to say this time? Wait! Let me guess. Another selfie or an OOTD, outfit of the day?"

"It's about you." Phoebe interrupts. "Stinky Peterson and Helga Pataki: P.S. 121's Newest Couple! Who Will Win The Homecoming Crowns Now?" She reads the headline of the recent article.

"We are not a couple!" Helga slams her fists on the tray below her on the table. The entire table shakes. "We're just going to homecoming together! Rhonda Lloyd needs to get her facts straight!"

"Don't worry. I'm leaving a very angry comment on her post right now." Phoebe's fingers typed rapidly as Helga rolled her eyes.

"We're going to need more than an angry comment. We're going to have to prove the Princess wrong."

Phoebe glanced up again. "But she is right. You are going to homecoming with Stinky."

"But we're not a couple." Helga sickly smiles and raises her eyebrows not once, but twice this time.