A/N: Hello there, Hey Arnold fan fiction readers! I am so sorry about taking so long to upload the next part of this chapter. I ended up getting mono after the upload of the first part of this chapter. I was sick for a full month! Then, the holidays came and school started up again, so I was unable to finish this section. If you didn't know, I rewrote some parts of the remaining chapters to this story, because I came up with some better ideas than the ones I originally wrote, so I'm sorry if I am taking too long to post these! Luckily, I already have part one of the next chapter done so it will probably be uploaded around Friday or Saturday. To make up for my absence, I decided to combine the last parts of these chapters together to finish off this chapter, so it's a longer section! Yay! I also love reading the comments about the last section. No, Helga was not kidnapped. Haha. I added that at the end to be silly since she felt like she was being kidnapped by Olga and Phoebe. In this part, a lot happens fast. Essentially, everybody is getting ready for the dance. THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE DANCE. FINALLY. Hope you guys enjoy! Thanks for reading, and I do not own Hey Arnold or its characters.

"Will you two just tell me where we're going?" Helga Pataki scoffs as she attempts to yank Phoebe's bandana off her eyes. "I really don't think a blindfold is really necessary!" Phoebe Heyedral chuckles at her best friend's humor and settles the fake blindfold back into place resting over Helga's eyes. "We're almost there. I promise." As she shoves her shoulders forward more, she shakes her head at Helga's refusal to move ahead in their journey.

It was almost impossible for Helga to remember how blessed she was at some times. After the FTi incident, she recalled the smoke clearing from the explosions as she walked away from Arnold back to her childhood home. She suddenly realized while turning back to watch Arnold and Gerald perform their habitual handshake together, that if they would have failed at their mission, she would have nothing. Big Bob Pataki would have had a Big Bob Beepers empire on the ashes of the neighborhoods that her classmates and their families lived on with her. With money no longer an issue, her parents could afford the tuition of sending her to a private school in London, where Olga had always dreamed of attending. She would have lived a life that no one wants to live: a lonely life. How could she not stay in Hillwood and go to school at P.S. 118? Not playing baseball on Gerald's Field with her classmates? Not spending time with her best friend since birth? What about Arnold? Not seeing that football headed hero rescue the poor unfortunate souls around him would have sealed her fate of a lonely life.

It was during those small seconds of success after their awesome adventure that Helga Pataki realized what she had. Arnold's parents are presumed dead, and she had two living parents, despite the difficulties she faced with in her damaged relationship with them. Lila had no income from her single father, yet her father ran his own buzzing business. Brainy lurked the alleys of Hillwood alone, but she had someone to sit with on the bus. Helga had a home here.

As she was about to dream of a future home that she could build with her beloved Arnold, she was shoved into a swirling seat that spun in circles. "Whoa!" Helga held onto the sides of the seat, attempting to find the reality again. Still blinded, she leaned her head forward once the chair stopped to catch a breath and swallow her sickness. "What gives? You could have told me to sit!" Growling, she sits up once more to roll her eyes through the closed off cloth. Leaning back against the back of the seat, she sighed as she could breathe like a normal person. Whatever Olga and Phoebe were up to…

The gentle giggle of one girl appeared. "Just relax a little, Helga." A pair of hands brushed her blonde hair out from under the wraps of the headband. "How can I relax with this freaking headband on my eyes?" Phoebe rolled her eyes and straightened the headband that covered Helga's eyes. "It's only for a few more moments."

"It's only for a few more moments." Helga mocked her best friend and slumped back slower in the seat that she was imprisoned in. Sighing, she heard the giggling of her older sister Olga Pataki as she approached the area they were in. "Oh, baby sister. You are going to be absolutely amazing." Olga clapped as she bounced up down in her boots. "She already is." Phoebe agreed, and spun the chair that Helga was in again, as seeming to adjust it.

Helga proceeded to pout through her veiled vision, only plotting what Olga and Phoebe were up to. Knowing them, she could only guess that she was headed to hell, but it couldn't be worse than the hell she already was in. "There she is!" Helga's eyebrows rose at a young man's voice that now entered the outside world of her black blindfold. Who was it now? "Olga Pataki. Look. At. You." Olga chuckled as the suspicious suspect twirled her into his touch. "It's been years since I've seen those locks. Are you here for your usual?"

"Oh, Marco. You're too sweet." Olga exhaled in his embrace. "But I'm actually here because I want to you help my baby sister. It's her senior homecoming tonight." Marco smiled and released the older sister from his reign. "Is that her? In my chair?" "Yes. That's her. Marco, this is Helga."

Olga led the familiar friend over to his workstation to introduce him to her sister. "I don't think I've ever had a customer who is blind. It is a pleasure, Miss Helga." He grabbed one of Helga's hands that were positioned in a fold under her arms and kissed it.

"I'm not blind!" Helga snatched her hand away and finally ripped off the fabric from her face in frustration. "My stupid sister and my so called best friend kidnapped me and forced me to wear this!"

"Oh, baby sister." Olga giggled. "We did not kidnap you. We're just holding her hostage." She points out to Marco, who watches at the two sisters bicker over the bandana. "Marco and I went to P.S. 121 together." She grins at him as she begins to introduce him to her younger sister. "Now he's the best hair stylist in Hillwood."

"Olga, you flatter me." Marco whipped his hair out of his eyes. "I am certainly not the best. I have much to learn."

"Hair stylist? Where are we?!" Helga studies the area that she was captive in now that her eyesight had returned. She was sitting in a stylist stool in front of a marvelous mirror. Surrounded by beauty supplies and tools, she suddenly started to learn her location. Phoebe waved as she was seated in the stool beside her. Lastly, Marco was standing next to Olga, who had her hands over her excited expression, giggling even more than before.

"Why, my dear. You are in the best hair salon in Hillwood." Marco digs into the pockets of his apron to pull out a pair of scissors. He snips them as he snickers at Olga, who winks at Phoebe.

"Why did you bring me to a hair salon?!" Helga glares from Olga to Phoebe. "You both know I don't like getting my hair done, especially by people like that!" She saves her last snare for Marco, who just simply shook his head.

"Helga, we just want you to look your best for your final homecoming of high school. Is it wrong that we want you to look beautiful?" Olga comes around to the back of the Helga's chair to whisper in her ear. "You never know who will encounter tonight." Helga surveys Olga in the mirror before her.

"If you mean Arnold, that is not going to happen."

"Ooo! So there is a boy." Marco cheered as Helga scowls at him once more.

"You should give him one more chance, baby sister. Nights like these are meant for miracles to happen." Olga begins to brush the blonde bush of her sister's hair behind her ears. "NOW, Phoebe!"

Before Helga had a moment to retaliate, Phoebe tied Helga's two arms down the swinging stool's arms with two pieces of rope. "What the hell are you doing?! Phoebe!" Helga wrestled within the grip of the rope. "Phoebe!" "Helga, listen to me." Phoebe placed her hands on Helga's thighs. Sighing, Helga complied and looked at her best friend. "Olga has offered to give us both make overs before the dance. If you really want to piss off Arnold, this is your opportunity." Olga nodded and both girls waited to see what Helga would attempt next. Instead, she slumped further in the chair and stayed in silence. Grumbling and growling, she groaned out an answer.

"Fine. Do it."

"Don't worry. The hair and makeup crew will be here soon to do our hair and makeup for us. All we have to do is put on our dresses." Rhonda assured Nadine, who was watching the time on her cell phone. The gang was supposed to meet at six to take pictures together as a group, but it was nearing four thirty. Rhonda, Nadine, and Lila were sitting in Rhonda's bodacious bedroom at her residence, waiting for the team that Rhonda's parents hired to help them beautify themselves for the masquerade madness that lied ahead for them. Lila was shuffling through the dresses that Rhonda owned in her closet, hoping to discover an even more dazzling dress that the one she purchased at the dress shop at the mall. Rhonda luckily allowed her to select one dress that she owned to replace the dress that Helga and Phoebe had destroyed in revenge.

"None of these dresses are even my size!" Lila snapped, as she pushed dress by dress aside. Her anger raised the more that she thought about Helga stealing her date and her dress for the dance. Once she reached the end of the dresses on the rack, she yanked the remaining yellow dress to the bottom of the closet floor. "My dress was perfect!"

Rhonda grinned as she witnessed Lila losing her sanity over the sake of a dress. "You know, Lila. If you really want to win Arnold over and show Helga up, I think I might have one more dress." "You do?" Lila's eyes glimmered at the opportunity of there being another dress that she could wear.

"Yep. I think it's a size two too." Rhonda reached under her bed that she was sitting on to pull out a white dress box. Lila giggled and plopped down beside her ally to see what was inside. "Go ahead. Open it." Rhonda gestured to the girl, who smiled and opened the lid of the box to find a red, revealing, and ravenous dress.

"Oh, Rhonda. It's perfect." Lila lifted the article of clothing out of its home to admire it closer. "It's strapless too! Just like my other dress."

"Red is the perfect color for revenge. You always wear green, so it will definitely catch Arnold's attention. And of course, you'll look fabulous. Helga will be so jealous."

"Rhonda… Did you buy this? For me?" Lila looked to Rhonda, who was simply smiling at Lila drooling over her gift.

"Well, you know me. I was shopping and I saw it… I couldn't resist. I saw how disappointed you were about your dress being destroyed, and I thought I could help out. I know you don't have the money to get another dress." Rhonda fumbled with her fingers on her lap.

"Thank you, Rhonda." Lila leaned forward to hold her in a hug. "You are such a good friend. This means ever so much to me."

"Oh! And there's one more surprise." Rhonda reached into her red robe's pocket to pull out a red lipstick. "I bought you the perfect red lipstick to go along with it." Lila lifted the cap off the lipstick to reveal the color to her. "It's a perfect match." She smiled as she smeared a sample among her lips. "How do I look?"

Before Rhonda could respond, a knock interrupted the gift exchange. "Rhonda! The hair and makeup crew are here!" Nadine returned back to the bedroom with a group of hair stylists and makeup artists behind her with all of their equipment trailing them.

"Wonderful, Nadine!" She returned her gaze to Lila. "Now let's get ready for the best night of our lives so far." Rhonda stood up and reached her hand out to Lila, who took it willingly.

"I still don't get why we have to wear tuxes to homecoming, man. I thought that was only for prom." Gerald straightened the bow tie on top of his tuxedo in front of Arnold Shortman's mirror, as the two boys prepared for the homecoming dance in Arnold's bedroom.

"I guess since it's the last homecoming dance they want us to be all formal or something." Arnold suggested as he slumped onto the sheets of his bed. He too was cleaned up in his matching tuxedo, waiting for his best friend to finish so they could drive to pick up their dates to meet the gang for pictures. He shuddered at the thought of taking pictures with his arm around Lila. All night he was going to have Lila Sawyer on his arm, and it was a dream that only his nine-year-old self could never imagine happening. Now, as his seventeen-year-old self, he only wanted Helga G. Pataki on his arm.

"This is going to be the worst night of my life." Arnold sighed, placing his arms behind his head as he lay upon his bed. Watching the sun set from his bed was one of the many reasons that he enjoyed spending time in his bedroom.

"It doesn't have to be, you know." Gerald sat beside him. "You still have time to fix things with Helga."

Arnold sighed and sat up. "Lila would never let me. Besides, she has Stinky now."

Gerald shook his head. "Mmm hmm. You really believe that Helga is suddenly into Stinky?"

"It doesn't matter." Arnold placed his small, blue hat between his hair once more after it falling off while he laid down. "We might as well just go and get this night over with." As he turned to stand up, Gerald stopped him by the yank of his arm.

"Now wait just a minute. The Arnold I know would never give up on the girl of his dreams. You always tell people to look on the bright side, and now you are the one looking on the dark side." Arnold hung his head and tucked his knees up. "You can't just tell people that and not believe in it yourself. You can fix things with Helga if you believe you can. She fell in love with the Arnold I know, and he's still here. I know he is still here. Now you only have one more chance to get this right, and you better not waste it! You get in that dance and you woo Helga G. Pataki, the most stubborn girl we know, off her damn feet!"

Arnold laughed and grinned at the guy. "You know what, Gerald? You're right." He sat up within a second and grabbed the green corsage of the night side table that was meant for Lila. "I'm going to get Helga G. Pataki back."

"That's my man!" Arnold and Gerald wiggled their thumbs together as always, and Arnold grazed his fingers through his hair.

"Now, before we go…" Gerald reached into his jacket's pocket and pulled out a silver flask. "How about a shot for good luck?"

"You're a sick man, Gerald."