Now, onto the next episode, 'Egg Story'! I've been meaning to get to this episode, and I figured this would be a good arc to place it in! Anyway, enjoy!

Over the course of a couple of days, me and my girls became hard at work, keeping a close eye on Olga's attitude, just to see if it changed. I noticed that Olga's attitude slightly changed from Wednesday, and it's due to, from what Helga explained to me, 'another form of neglect'. She explained to me that I shouldn't do anything about it, at least, not until Big Bob gets better... which should be in a day or so.

Along with that, I was also busy rehearsing the scenes for the play, which, thanks to Helga, I managed to get my lines memorized.

"You know, Helga, you've been a big help to me." I smiled as I was looking over the script in my room. "How did I lose the part in your timeline?"

"I tricked Rhonda into getting out of it due to showing off the clothes she had to wear for the play." Helga explained.

"But... but the setting took place in the 13th, maybe 14th century. Why would myself in your timeline react to what I had to wear?" I asked.

"I don't know, my Rhonda was REALLY weird like that around clothes." Helga sighed. "Anyway, it didn't matter, it gave me a chance to move up to the plate. It took me until the final day of practice, but I did get the part of Romeo and Juliet."

"The final day? How did you remember the lines?" I asked in shock.

"Memorized it in one day. Heck, I can still memorize the play by heart." Helga smiled in my mind.

I paused. "Then... why do I need the script, then?"

I tossed it aside and smiled.

"Princess, I hate to spill it to you, but I'm not a cheating device you can use just so you can memorize your part! You want to do the play, DO IT ON YOUR OWN!" Helga groaned.

I started to widen my eyes.

"If you're trying to do the cute eyes, I can't see them, idiot! I'm in your body!"

I frowned as my eyes shrunk down... then I gave a smirk as I started jumping up and down the bed.

"Hey, stop jumping around! I just had this part of your mind cleaned!"

I didn't listen to Helga as I continued jumping around like a mad woman.

"You know, you're lucky I'm non-existant, because if people saw you jumping around, they'd think you're crazy!"

I continued jumping around until I heard Helga groan in my mind. "Okay, okay, fine! Just do what I say, you'll be fine!"

"Thank you, precious." I smiled.

"You're welcome, cupcake!" Helga spat in annoyance.

On Friday, I was humming a little bit, waiting for the bus when I heard Helga in my mind. "Hmm..."

"What's up?" I asked.

"Oh, I was just thinking... of an assignment that's about to come up today." Helga explained. "In my timeline, I was actually paired up with Arnold, and we had... I guess it was an okay time."

"Oh? Who was I paired up with?" I asked in curiousity.

"Harold."

My eyes widened in shock as I saw the bus coming. "Harold?"

"Yeah... long story short, Harold ate the assignment, and Rhonda in my timeline failed the experiment. I don't know the EXACT details on what happened, but she seemed pretty upset."

"What do you mean, he ate the assignment?" I asked as the bus came over and opened its' doors.

"You'll find out. Anyway, I wonder what's going to happen and who Arnold is paired with now..."

"Are you telling me I still have a chance of being paired with Harold?" I said in worry.

"Nothing's quite set in stone yet, but it is entirely possible. You'll just have to wait and see." Helga explained to me as I paid my bus fare and walked towards the middle of the bus to join my friends.

"Hi, girls!" I smiled as I pulled out my James Bond book. "Shall we get started on our book club?"

"Certainly." Lila smiled as Nadine and Phoebe pulled out their copies of the recent James Bond book they have.

Sure enough, near the end of the day, we were at the school as Olga was teaching. Even though Olga still had a smile on her face, she seemed a bit shaken. My guess is that Miriam's reign as the lead Beeper business girl was about to end soon, and Olga's father's back was getting better. I don't quite know HOW it would be possible, but you never know with this family.

Anyway, Olga was still smiling as she looked towards the class. "Now, before we end our day, Mr. Simmons and I have a special assignment. He's not here right now, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I gave the introduction."

Olga coughed as she sat down. "Now, this assignment is to teach you all the meaning of both responsibility and teamwork. Your assignment, you're to be paired, boy-girl, is to take care of an egg."

Olga pulled out the carton of eggs as we all stared in curiosity. Olga giggled. "I know what you're all thinking... and no, you cannot eat the eggs. These eggs are special assignment eggs, and they are each marked with a small number. Trust me, I will know if they were eaten and if you gave me a different egg. Now, you and your partner have to take care of the egg during the weekend. In other words, no cracks, no dirt, not hard-boiled... and especially not eaten."

Olga noticed Harold raising his hand as she pointed out, "Yes, Harold?"

"Why would we want to take care of a stupid egg?" Harold frowned.

"I think the purpose of the egg, in the classic experiment that Miss Pataki is proposing, is a symbolic representation, a surrogate baby, if you will, and the students will play the role of parents." Phoebe explained, smiling.

Everyone just stared at Phoebe, as if in confusion. Phoebe just groaned. "We have to take care of the egg as if it was our child."

Everyone just stared at Phoebe, STILL in confusion. Phoebe sighed as she widened her eyes in a dumb expression. "Duh, eggy good, cute baby!"

"Oh!" Everyone said, nodding.

Olga, the only one rolling her eyes, just said, "Pretty much what she said."

Olga smiled. "Anyway, one partner MUST have the egg with them at all times, no matter what! Anyway, Mr. Simmons was originally going to just have the females pick out a name in a hat... but I suggested assigning partners so that way, if anybody wants to change, they may say now. Is that fair?"

Nobody said anything as Olga nodded. "Great, let's go down the list... first pair, Harold and... Nadine."

Nadine just sighed, but shrugged. I paused as I whispered to Nadine, "Keep your egg on you at all times! Harold may eat it."

Nadine's eyes widened as she said... "I'll... keep it safe. Thanks, Rhonda."

I nodded as I turned to Olga, who kept reading the list. "Eugene and Sheena, Lorenzo and Lila, Gerald and Phoebe..."

Olga smiled a bit. "Hmmm... interesting... Arnold and Rhonda."

I wanted so much to smile in glee... and I bet Arnold held the same excitement, but we both kept it in as Arnold nodded, "All right, that's cool."

"I have no problems." I smiled.

"Okay then." Olga smiled. "Continuing on with the list..."

I didn't pay attention to the list as me and Arnold just looked at each other, before turning away, no doubt hiding our blushes.

After class was dismissed, I nodded as I picked up our egg, turning to Arnold. I took a deep breath. "So... I guess we're both partners, then."

"Yeah..." Arnold blushed. "I guess we are."

We both smiled before I took a deep breath. "Well... I better hold on to the egg."

"Good idea, Rhonda. Better keep it in a safe place when we get to our first practice." Arnold said as we started to walk towards the stage area of the school.

"Fair enough. I'll put it in a safe place... after we do the play practice, we can talk about what we can do with our egg." I nodded as we went in.

Pretty soon, after play practice was over, me and Arnold walked out, I remembered to grab the egg on the way out as I turned to him. "You know, Arnold, you're not doing too bad as Romeo."

"Thanks. I'm surprised you actually memorized all the lines without a script." Arnold pointed out.

"Oh, you know... I've been practicing a bit." I blushed, not wanting to tell him I had a little help.

"Are you kidding? You were like, a natural on stage! You didn't even turn to Mr. Simmons once to call for a line!" Arnold said in surprise.

"Yeah, I'm just that amazing." I giggled. "Well, come on, buddy. Your house or mine? We do need to talk about what to do with our egg."

Arnold paused. "Why don't we talk about the egg in my house and we'll see where we'll go from there?"

"Good plan." I nodded as we got on the bus.

I sighed as I looked at the egg as we were sitting next to each other on the bus. "So, Arnold... what do we call her?"

"What?" Arnold blinked.

"What do we call our egg? I was thinking maybe Courtney. It seems like a good name." I smiled.

"Rhonda, we're only-" Arnold paused... before smiling. "Well... actually, I was thinking maybe Christa."

"Oh, that's a good name!" I smiled, turning to Arnold. "Christa sounds so cute..."

"But what if the egg was a boy?" Arnold asked.

"A boy?" I paused as I thought about it. "I never once thought about it... Evelyn! Definitely, Evelyn!"

Arnold paused. "Gary?"

"Phil!" I smiled.

"Carol!" Arnold smiled.

"Going back to girl names, now... uh, Sheila!" I smiled.

"Amanda!" Arnold smiled.

"Try Helga. Just for fun!" Helga told me in my mind.

"Helga!" I smiled... then paused as I frowned, rolling my eyes up.

Arnold blinked. "Helga?"

"Uh..." I blushed, nervously.

Arnold smiled. "I like it. For some reason... I feel... that name is calling to me."

I smiled a little. "Helga it is, then."

"See? Got your back." Helga chuckled from inside my mind.

"You think we should paint the egg up to make it look like our baby?" I smiled.

"I don't know, Rhonda. I don't think Olga or Mr. Simmons would appreciate it if we brought our egg back painted up like an Easter egg." Arnold suggested. "No matter how cute and adorable that sounds, we need to keep the egg as intact as possible."

I sighed. "I guess you're right. Okay, Helga will remain as is."

Pretty soon, we arrived at Arnold's house as we got off the bus. Arnold nodded as he opened the door, letting out his usual animals, including Abner as he sniffed my leg.

"Hey, Abner." I smiled, rubbing him behind his ears as I gave Arnold the egg.

"Shall we go inside?" Arnold asked as I followed him up to his room.

I relaxed on his couch as Arnold put the egg down as he smiled. "Okay, Helga should be safe right here."

"Cool." I smiled as I looked up to him. "You know, buddy, this is pretty cool... out of all the people I can do projects with together, I don't mind it being you."

"Thanks, Rhonda." Arnold gave a warm smile. "You know, I don't mind working with you either. Sure, you're not the best person when it comes to some freak outs, but you have your best characteristics."

I giggled a bit. "Why, thank you, Arnold. I feel like I can stick with you greatly."

"So, how do you want to do this?" Arnold asked as we looked at the egg.

I took a deep breath. "Well, how about you take care of the egg the first night? I'll come back and visit tomorrow and we can continue with the project from there, spend a day with our baby."

"You're really taking this whole 'mother' issue thing seriously." Arnold pointed out. "Honestly, I like it."

"You really think I'd make a good mom?" I asked.

"I don't know for sure... but I seem to think you have the potential." Arnold smiled.

"With the way you give out advice, you'd probably make a good father." I smiled as I sat down.

"Get out of town." Arnold laughed.

"It's true." I smiled. "I know you can be helpful with kids younger than you if you needed to be."

Arnold sighed. "Guess I can't argue with that logic."

"Yep... so, you're going to keep an eye on the egg then?" I asked.

"Sure, for the first night. You'll come back tomorrow?" Arnold asked.

"Well... if I somehow find myself busy... I'll give you a call, but I will DEFINETELY be there." I smiled.

"Hey... that's cool!" Arnold smiled as he hugged me.

"Just promise me you'll keep Helga safe from harm!" I smiled.

Arnold smiled. "I'll protect Helga like she was... she was... ours..."

"Huh?" I looked down.

"Uh, mine! My own child." Arnold blushed. "What did you think I said?"

I paused... as I shrugged. "Uh, don't worry about it, buddy."

The next day, me and Arnold were sitting in Arnold's grandfather's car as I held onto the egg as Arnold's grandfather smiled. "So, you two crazy kids keeping that egg warm?"

"Helga is just fine where she is." I nodded.

"Yes, Grandpa. We're just taking care of the egg as per orders." Arnold said. "I'm just lucky Grandma or Mr. Kokoshka weren't hungry for eggs... I don't think I would bare a failing assignment..."

"And I don't think I would live without seeing our baby..." Arnold and Grandpa Phil looked over at me as I yelped, "I mean, MY baby in harms' way."

Arnold shook his head. "Rhonda, it'll be fine. Helga won't be going anywhere. As long as she's with us, she'll be fine."

"You do know it's just an egg, right?" I heard Grandpa Phil whisper.

"Yeah, but she seems to be taking this assignment seriously. I don't know, I guess I kind of like it." Arnold smiled a bit.

"Well, how about we get some root beer floats... drinks on me!" Grandpa Phil smiled.

I nodded. "Sounds good."

After we had some root beer floats, I smiled as I went back in the car, holding the egg tightly as I handed it to Arnold and buckled in. "Thanks, Arnold's grandfather. I needed a little boost!"

"No problem, rich girl." Grandpa Phil smiled as Arnold got back in the front as Arnold gave the egg back to me as I started sipping on my root beer floats.

As I started to get comfortable, I looked down at my egg as I blinked. "Uh... Arnold? Is the egg supposed to move like that?"

"No, that wouldn't be possible, Rhonda." Arnold said as he started sipping his root beer float. "Eggs don't move unless they hatch."

"Oh, okay." I smiled as I kept watching our egg starting to move. "Because it's starting to move and..."

"Rhonda. Eggs don't move unless they hatch. The egg we got is just a kitchen egg. It cannot hatch. If it were hatching, we would hear a bird chirping..." Arnold started... before I saw a beak pop up and started to chirp. Arnold immediately turned. "Huh. Well, I'll be darned."

"This is so sweet..." I smiled as me and Arnold kept watching as the egg continued hatching as a small baby chick popped out. I giggled. "Aw... Helga hatched out of her little egg..."

My eyes widened. "Oh crap, Mr. Simmons and Olga are going to kill us if we show them this chick! How are we going to explain this?"

I then heard my phone ring as I picked up the chick and gave it to Arnold. "Hold her for a second."

I picked up my phone and noticed 'Olga' on my Caller ID.

I answered it pretty quickly. "Hi, Olga."

"Hey, Rhonda, by any chance, did your egg just happen to hatch?" Olga asked.

"It did, why?" I asked.

I heard Olga groan through the phone. "Crap, I was afraid of this. Mr. Simmons gave me a call and just told me that the wrong eggs got sent to us... the eggs we got were meant to go to a hatchery center, but the eggs we were SUPPOSED to get got there instead. I'm sorry if I'm telling you this now, but... yeah... this was not in the plan..."

"That's okay, Olga, I didn't expect it, either." I sighed. "It's okay, though, our little chick is pretty cute."

"Well, could you at least call your friends and let them know, if they haven't already, that the eggs they got could hatch at any time?" Olga asked. "I just don't want to get the blunt end of eggs being returned."

I nodded. "I'll give them a call as quickly as I can... don't worry, we'll take care of Helga and give her to you when Monday's classes start."

"Helga?" I heard Olga say in confusion.

"Uh... that's what I'm calling the chick that hatched." I explained.

"I like it..." Olga sighed. "I can't explain it, but... I feel attached to that name..."

"Well, come on, let's get going..." Arnold's grandfather said as he started to back up... until we heard a crash.

I yelped at the same time Olga was yelping. I put the phone to my ear. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine... I'm with dad, he just crashed into a car backing up." Olga explained.

"Strange... we just crashed into a car going forward." I blinked.

Out of curiosity, I looked out the window and turned my head.

Yep, there was Olga peeking her head out near the car we just crashed, her phone near her head. Olga gave a small smile and wave as Arnold's grandfather came out.

Olga's father then came out, huffing mad. Oh boy... this was going to be trouble.

There's episode one hundred and thirty-seven! How do you like it? Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!

And now, for the Question of the Day: What song do you think fits Arnold in 'Oh Rhonda', and why?