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Inside Olga's new room in Arnold's boarding house, me, Nadine, Phoebe, Sheena, Lila, Carver, Jackie and Sharlene were sitting down as Olga was sitting in front of the podium, all of us in our 'NO PEOPLE' shirts.

Olga coughed as she used her gavel on her podium. "Welcome, one and all, to the National Organization of People's Earnesty Over People's Love for Engorgement. Now, I suppose you all know why I called you here?"

"Let me guess, our homes about to be destroyed by some big company?" Sharlene sighed as she laid her back to the chair. Most of us looked over at Sharlene and glared. Sharlene looked around. "Yes, yes, I know, I know. I work for that company. But it's a good paying job."

"Sharlene... you're working for a company that is about to destroy our homes." Lila sighed.

"Hey, in my defense, I didn't know what I was approving of." Sharlene rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sharlene, but our neighborhood is about to be destroyed in three days! What do we do?" Carver frowned.

"Hey, it would have been a month, but SOMETHING caused my boss to change it to four days, two hours, six minutes and twenty three seconds." Sharlene shrugged.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Jackie frowned.

We all started looking at Sharlene as Jackie and Carver were starting to yell at her.

"Come on, girls. Carver." Olga said as everyone turned to her. "I'm sure Sharlene didn't know what was to go on."

"Olga, she insulted our population." Sheena frowned.

"She spoke without knowing. It's natural." Olga smiled.

"Yeah, you bet your shi-" Sharlene started.

"Sharlene, what did we say?" Olga looked over at Sharlene.

"Fine, mother." Sharlene said as she looked down.

"The matter of the point is that we have almost three days to go, so that's not enough time to save our neighborhood." Olga sighed. "The only way we can save our neighborhood is if it's declared a national landmark."

"Like the Tomato Incident." I heard Helga say in my mind.

"What?" I asked in my head.

"Can't talk. Ask Arnold's grandfather or something." Helga said.

"Hmmm... you know, there is something that could declare it a national landmark. I don't know if it'll work, but if you can find those documents, we might save the neighborhood." Sharlene smiled.

"There is?" Olga smiled. "What was the incident?"

Sharlene paused as she tapped her finger. "What was it? What was the name? It was something really old... 1860s-ish... man, right before the Great Depression crash and cartoons came to life..."

We all just stared blankly at Sharlene as she was trying to think. "Sheesh, I'm getting a little cold, maybe hot in this place, is anybody else feeling cold and hot at the same time?"

We shook our heads as Sharlene sighed. We then heard Olga's phone ring as Olga sighed.

"Excuse me a second." Olga picked up the phone. "Hello? Oh, hi, Dad. Yes, I'm doing fine. I'm living pretty good. Yes, I heard about the neighborhood being torn down."

Olga frowned. "Dad, this is me talking, but this is a very hasty decision you're making, no, not only that, the DUMBEST decision."

Olga glared at the phone. "Yell at me all you want, Dad, I'm just stating my opinion!"

Olga sighed. "Look, Dad, tempt me with all the money you want, lose your temper, do what you want. I don't care anymore. I'm living my own life now! Why can't you just let it go?"

Olga growled as she hung up and facepalmed. "He doesn't get it. I'm gone. I'm moving on! Why can't he see that!"

I decided to go over and sit down as I hugged her. "It's okay, Olga. He just... hasn't realized that his girl grew up. I have a feeling I have to go through with that with my father some day...

Olga gave me a hug back as she sighed. "It's just... so tough, you know?"

"Oh, I know. Trust me. I know." I said. As soon as I let go, I paused, wondering why I just said that last part. As far as I knew, my dad and mom never gave me a hard time unless it involved money.

"Well, give me some time, I'll remember it. In the meantime, you guys should see what you can do to save yo- OUR neighborhood." Sharlene said.

"Good idea. Now, I invited a special guest who has known about our... exploits in the past. He may not agree with some of our aspects, but he's willing to get all the help he can get. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, Arnold Shortman."

We clapped as Arnold came in, Sharlene muttering, "Oh Marcie, my eyes! He's so pure!"

"Thank you, Miss Pataki." Arnold said as he looked around. "Now... I realize there's not a whole lot of time before our neighborhood goes down... but I have summoned some ideas... petitions... peace rallies... everything we can to save our neighborhood."

"Oh, wonderful." Sharlene smiled. "Let's see how you get the police, who is on Scheck's side to do it?"

Everyone turned to Sharlene as she shrugged. "Yeah, kid, you're going to have bad luck with that... rallies, petitions... there's no way we can get this to work."

"You really think so?" Arnold said, looking down. "Well... then my ideas are running pretty short... if any of you have ideas, speak up now."

"Okay, okay..." Sharlene said as we all looked up at the roof, as if to think.

I snapped my fingers, getting an idea. "How about a party?"

Everybody turned to me as I nodded. "Yeah, I mean, Arnold here throws the most outré parties."

Arnold paused... then smiled. "Yeah, I think that might just work, Rhonda. A block party! With music and food!"

Everybody nodded as Nadine smiled. "Yeah, and we can have the concert so loud we can get it on the news..."

"People will be excited..." Carver smiled.

"The mayor could change her mind!" Phoebe nodded.

"And we won't have to move out." Sheena said in excitement.

"And we can call it 'Blockapalooza'!" Arnold smiled.

Everyone nodded.

"Yes, that might work...except you have four days, one hour, fifty-seven minutes and forty-three seconds." Sharlene sighed. "Besides, not really enough time for a party."

"Oh... yeah... yeah..." We all nodded as we looked down.

Arnold smiled. "Well... we got to at least try anyway. We'll have it by this afternoon!"

"All right!" We all cheered (except for Sharlene, interestingly enough).

"Very well, then. Until we find out what the incident is... I believe this meeting is adjourned!" Olga smiled as she banged her gavel. "This is going to be wonderful..."

A little while later, after I helped Arnold with printing out the pamphlets, I decided to visit Olga's room again as I went downstairs and knocked at her apartment door.

Olga smiled as she saw me. "Hi, Rhonda!"

"Hey, Olga." I smiled as I walked right in and looked around the room. "Wow... you seem to have a good room right here."

"Yeah..." Olga sighed as she laid down on her new bed. "It's quite a good getaway, from my family and the stressful life I've been having."

I then noticed a model train station parked nearby her room as I looked at it. "Oh, did you make this?"

Olga shook her head. "Actually, Carver gave it to me as a little present. He's such a sweet boy. I really wonder if me and him could... go together."

"Hey... he's been giving you the flirty eyes." I laughed. "You should totally go with him."

"You think I can?" Olga asked as she turned on the little model train as it started going around. "Well... I guess when you think of it like that, I guess I could try something with him..."

I curiously tried to push a switch, but Olga grabbed my hand. "No, no, Rhonda, sweetheart, if you push that switch, the other train might collide with the this one."

"Other train?" I blinked... before I noticed another train coming along. "Ah... I see..."

Me and Olga just sat down and watched the toy trains go by as we sighed, just watching the sight of the trains.

A little later, we saw the kids setting up everything as I sighed. "This is going to be a fun party..."

"Yeah, when Big Bob's little partner in crime Nick comes in, calls the police and tells them they don't have a permit." Helga explained.

"What?" My eyes widened in shock.

"Believe it or not, that actually happened in less than an hour after the party started."

"But what about the permit?" I asked. "Didn't Arnold and Gerald's families do permits?"

"Just trust me, they intercepted it." Helga sighed. "Look, don't focus on that now, there's nothing we can do on that. Why don't you focus on the Tomato Incident?"

"What is that, anyway?" I asked.

"I am not your personal encyclopedia, princess! If you want to know the story, you have to ask it from Arnold's grandfather." Helga sighed.

I paused as I looked over to see Arnold's grandfather talking with my parents. I smiled as I came over. "Excuse me, Mr. Arnold's grandfather? May I ask you a quick history question?"

Arnold's grandfather turned around and smiled. "Sure. What did you want to know?"

"Well, I was looking through a couple of old history books, and I noticed something in there called, The Tomato Incident?" I asked.

"The Tomato Incident?" My dad raised an eyebrow. "What is that?"

"That's what I want to know." I said.

Arnold's grandfather chuckled. "Heh, the Tomato Incident. Give me a sec..."

A few minutes later, we were all gathered around as Arnold's grandfather was reading from the history book. "Well, after the Pig War occurred, the Yanks won rights to the lands... but unfortunately, we still had to pay British taxes on all sorts of goods, including meat, tobacco and vegetables. The whole town was in a snit over a new tomato tax. The Brits were adding a nickel on every tomato. People were open arms spoiling for a fight."

"And that's when the Tomato Incident happened, am I right?" I asked.

"Indeed." Arnold's grandfather nodded. "My grandpa and his neighbors overturned a cart of British tomatoes on this very street. Soldiers were sent to arrest him by order of the colonial governor, Archibald Von Scheck."

"Von Scheck?" Arnold and some of the kids asked in surprise.

"You don't suppose he and Mr. Scheck, the one in charge of Future Tech, are related, do you?" Phoebe asked.

"They could very well be." Arnold's grandfather paused. "Anyway, Von Scheck's men attacked the neighborhood, but the locals used guerrilla warfare. And by that, I mean they made a barricade of turned vegetable carts and fought with whatever they had, mostly tomatoes, "British" tomatoes, which were small and hard and really hurt if you got hit with one. And that was it. The redcoats retreated and Americans won the right to eat American tomatoes. Though I did have one from Chile the other day, it was pretty juicy."

"Hmmm..." Nadine looked up. "An interesting story."

"Yes." Phoebe said. "Very educational."

"Thanks for the little Tomato Incident thing." I said as I got up. "I think we had enough story time for one day..."

"Oh, that reminds me, maybe we should put in some tomatoes for the party?" Arnold's grandfather continued.

"That's nice." I said as I just walked off, ready for anything as I was climbing up the ladder.

I felt it wobble a bit before it stayed steady. I looked down to see Caroline holding the ladder. "Need a hand?"

"What are you doing here, Caroline?" I sighed as I slid down the ladder.

"Just to let you know that you need all the help you can get." Caroline sighed. "I'm sure Curly put it best... this neighborhood, as well as all life, will be erased?"

"I thought Curly was exaggerating." I groaned as I came over.

"He could be, but then again, he could NOT be." Caroline said. "Look, Solara is around, she's pulling out every stop to find you... to find Helga... she's expecting you... her... to do the same tricks you did last time. She managed to convince Scheck to change the time from one month to four days."

I sighed as I turned. "What's in it for me?"

Caroline then slipped a card in my hand as I looked at it. "Meet me, Curly and our other two friends at the park later on this evening. I'll introduce my small army to you then, and you'll know that you're not alone in this mess... oh, and as Curly says, keep your other friends around you at all times, EVEN when you're on the mission. I know for sure you'll need them."

I examined the card as I saw it read, "Craz E."

"Craz E? What in the world is Craz-" I looked up and Caroline was gone. I looked around in confusion... and pocketed the card. I chose not to question it... but I knew something big was going on. I knew I had to check it out... if it meant Helga's life.

What matters is that we had a good block party...

Which, as I found out a couple hours later... as Helga predicted... it turned disasterous.

And here we are with Chapter One of 'Oh Rhonda: The Movie Fanfiction' AKA Arc 5! How do you like it? Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks! And don't forget to check out/add tropes to the TVTropes page.