A/N: Hello again, fellow Hey Arnold friends! Sorry I'm a day behind on the update. I was planning on editing it yesterday before posting like usual, but ended up being sick all day... Anyway, I finally was able to get up from bed today and edited this new part for you guys! I wanted to clarify something though. In the previous chapter, Arnold and Helga were trying to think of ways to tell their dates (Lila and Stinky if you don't remember) that they were not allowed to attend the dance. HOWEVER, they both have now decided to go the dance despite their suspensions, therefore there is no need to tell their dates anymore. Sorry for the confusion if that stumped anyone! I know there are a lot of unanswered questions right now and some parts don't really make much sense like why they are being mentioned, but it will all make sense at the end. I promise! Thanks for hanging in there because we are now finally to the day of the dance. PHEW! This day is going to be action packed until the end, so I hope you all hang on to your socks! In the beginning of this new chapter, we see what happens to Lila when she picks up her homecoming dress from the dress shop the next morning. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

"Arnold!" Our football headed friend groans as he hears the voice of the one person he did not want to talk to until tonight. He begins to bury his head inside the safety of his maroon locker, but ends up hitting his head.

"Stupid football head." Arnold rubs the side of his head after realizing that his football of a head was too wide to fit in such a cramped space.

"Arnold!" The caller was coming closer, and Arnold was panicking. Attempting to appear busy, he started sorting through his school books, avoiding the one chemistry book he needed for his first class of the day.

"Arnold!" Lila Sawyer finally approached the locker of Arnold Shortman, noticing that he was not paying attention and positioned perpendicular from her. "I've been calling your name! Did you hear me?"

"Sorry, Lila. I was just trying to find my chemistry book." Arnold muffled into the closed corners of his locker, hoping that she wouldn't stay long. Hopefully it would be much easy to accompany her to the dance once she was wearing a mask tonight so he would not have to gaze into her eyes. Besides, class started in ten minutes and he was going to attempt to find Helga before the first bell.

A pale, petite, manicured hand reaches underneath his shoulders to locate the chemistry book that Arnold was "searching" for, and yanks it out of the locker before he can stop her.

In his attempts to halt her, he of course had to turn around to follow the hand that invaded his personal property, only to freeze completely at the sight of his date.

Lila was wearing her homecoming dress to school.

"LILA?!" Arnold combusted into chuckles as he takes in the appearance of Lila Sawyer standing before him in her dress that she was supposed to wear to the dance. He found it difficult to breathe in between the laughter. "What are you wearing?!"

Lila bears a gruesome grin at Arnold's reaction to her outfit, and only shakes her head. "See, I was coming to ask you where Helga and Phoebe were."

"You're not wearing that to the dance, are you?" Arnold leaned forward to pluck one of the feathers off her dress. "You look like a chicken!"

Lila Sawyer's homecoming dress was coated with chicken feathers that actually appear to have come from chickens themselves. The beads were replaced and syrup held the feathers and the fabric together.

She glares at her date after his comment on her wardrobe. "I mean, no offense." Arnold gulps.

"Just tell me where Helga and Phoebe are. I went to show Rhonda my dress this morning in the girls' restrooms and ended up pulling out this!"

"I haven't seen them this morning. But I think you should go and change before someone sees you." Arnold struggled to pursue pulling off more feathers. "These are really stuck."

"That's…because…there…stuck…with…ugh…" Lila hurried to help Arnold by tugging at the feathers herself, but they refused to be removed.

"With syrup?" Another voice sneaks into the silence of the school hallway. Arnold and Lila adjust their attention to the entering eavesdropper.

"You." Lila snares. "You did this." Her eyes flash into two daggers about to stab as they set forward on the opponent.

"Hey, at least people will see you for who you really are." The deep voice chuckles. "A chicken."

"No, I think that's you. At least that's what this little stunt proves." Lila growls at her competition.

"Me? Scared of a chicken? Don't think so." The person shakes his or her head. "Nice to see you too. Football Head."

Helga G. Pataki steps outside the darkness of the other side of the hallway, with Phoebe with on her left side.

"Helga? You did this? Why?" Arnold asks, facing the female of his affections as she strolls in front of the pair.

"You should really mind your own business, Arnoldo. For once." Helga rolls her eyes. "This is between Little Miss Perfect and I. It might actually save your ass."

"Don't even look at my date, Helga." Lila blocks Helga's view of Arnold. "He's mine."

"I'm not really interested in anyone whose girlfriend is in a chicken suit." Helga pointed to Lila's homecoming dress. "But if he's into hens…"

"Don't you dare say another word." Lila threatens, pushing a finger onto her pink shirt. "This. Is. Not. Over." Repeatedly, the half chicken, half girl pokes word after word into Helga's shoulder.

"I didn't think so." Helga laughed, watching the feathers fall from Lila's outfit. "But here's a little tip. If you shake, the feathers fall off."

Lila pouts and folds her arms across her chest. "Let's go, Arnold."

"I actually have to get class. The bell's going to ring soon." Arnold shuts his locker after his excuse to find his chemistry book was no longer necessary. He glances at both girls before inhaling. "I'll see you both later."

"See you at the dance, football head." Helga waved to the blonde boy as he bumped shoulders with her while heading down the hallway.

Arnold halts without turning around to establish eye contact with the blonde beauty. "What did you say?"

"I said see you at the dance. Problem, hair boy?"

He simply shakes his head and resumes to return to his classroom, hoping to forget the dream he had of Princess Helga G. Pataki.

'Women…' Arnold huffs as he hurries to his destination.

Helga spins to stare at the scowling Lila Sawyer, who is fuming through the feathers falling off her homecoming dress.

"I'll see you there too. If you can find another dress." Helga winked to her enemy, who was still straining to remove the feathers from the remains of her homecoming dress.

"And what if Principal Wartz was to find out that you were attending the homecoming dance against your suspension?"

Helga grinned bigger than before. "Are you getting all of this, Brainy?"

Out of nowhere, Brainy appeared from behind a trashcan next to the lockers by one of the classrooms. He held a thumbs up to Helga, who waved to him, as he returned behind the trashcan. Once he was back in position, a small video camera came beside the can.

As soon as Lila realized that Brainy had been filming this entire confrontation, she pointed her finger at Helga one last time.

"Like I said, this isn't over." Finally, she turned on her homecoming heels to stomp down the hall back to the girls' restrooms, where Rhonda was waiting for her. A trail of feathers followed behind her, and Helga began to snicker.

"We did it, Phoebs!" The two best friends shared a high five.

"Yes, we did. Thanks for the help, Brainy!" Phoebe called to Brainy, who once again jumped from behind the trash. He winked, and sunk from public view. The two women heard a wheeze, and Helga felt something startle her feet.

As she looked down, a video tape was sitting at her feet, no doubt the footage that Brainy just shot. Helga bent down to pick up the video and slowly smiled as she observed the tape.

"Helga! You wouldn't." Phoebe asked, wondering what Helga was planning to do with the videotape. Was she was going to give the entire school a chance to view it?

Helga shook her head as she handed the video to her best friend. "Nah, I'm not going to stoop to her level. Here, Phoebs. Hold on to it for me."

"I'm proud of you, Helga." Phoebe slipped the blackmail into her backpack. "I'll keep it safe for you."

"Yeah, yeah. We have to make a stop before we head to the gym, you sap. Hurry up before I change my mind about that tape."

"Hurrying!" Phoebe giggled as she started after her surrogate sister of years down the hallway of their beloved high school.