Here we go with the next episode, 'Phoebe Breaks A Leg'. I figured now would be a good time to do this story... but wait, you say, since Helga technically doesn't exist in this world, how is Phoebe going to get her leg broken? Oh... oh-oh... ho ho ho, you will soon find out! Anyway, enjoy!

A week later, Sheena, Lila, Nadine, Phoebe and I were gathered the school lunch table as I called up a meeting.

"Attention, girls. The minitature group of 'NO PEOPLE', the National Organization for People's Earnesty Over People's Love for Engorgment, will now commence." I announced.

"You know, it's not really an official meeting." Nadine said.

"I know, I know, but ever since the only reason Olga uses the club nowadays is to hang out with friends, she assigned me as the kid leader for NO PEOPLE's kid division." I said. "Anyway, let's bring it down to business. Phoebe, did you manage to give out a list of health food items to the principal?"

"All taken care of." Phoebe nodded.

"I also did a little help around the area." Sheena smiled. "I offered the school board the idea of a 'NO PEOPLE' club in the school?"

"And?" I asked.

"And everything is going great. If we can manage to get a lot of interest in the group, they'll let us start up the club next year!" Sheena smiled.

"Hey, that's great news, Sheena!" Nadine smiled. "I'm glad we're getting somewhere with the NO PEOPLE thing."

"Indeed!" I nodded.

"I'm also helping out with getting new members of NO PEOPLE." Lila smiled. "So far, the girls of the sixth grade and fifth grade want in on our activities! If we can get this club to get enough members, we might even get interest in PS 118's high school!"

"Awesome!" I said as I looked between the four friends I have made. "Well, I think we're all good in that aspect! I'll tell Olga after school! Okay, if there's nothing else..."

I looked around at the girls, who just shook their heads.

"Very well. Meeting adjourned, then." I nodded as I banged my hand on the table. "Ow..."

I hummed a bit as I was looking at the mirror, admiring my hair. "You think Arnold will like my hair if it was nice and wavy?"

Phoebe, who was standing next to me, along with Nadine and Lila, sighed as she said, "Rhonda, it's Arnold. He'd love your hair if it was long, short or your regular size."

"I suppose it's a good point." I smiled as I picked up my book.

"Well, I'll meet you on the bus, girls. I got to go to the library to return a book." Phoebe said.

"School library?" Nadine asked.

"Yes." Phoebe nodded.

"Mind if I come with you?" I asked as I pulled out a couple books. "I got a couple books to return myself."

"Sure." Phoebe smiled. "I could use the company. Nadine, Lila?"

"Eh, sorry. I promised Tucker I'd meet up with him for a little basketball practice." Nadine said. "So I'm walking with him to the basketball courts."

"And Lorenzo and I have a little... study session at his mansion." Lila smiled. "I think Lorenzo's mom is actually getting accustomed to me ever since the truth's been out, so I'll see you later."

As Nadine and Lila left, me and Phoebe nodded as I turned to her. "Say, Pheebs, want to have a girl's day to ourselves after we get done in the library?"

"You sure it's okay?" Phoebe asked.

"Oh, come on, Phoebe. We'll still do homework... it's just... I so want to see you with painted nails!" I said as I examined Phoebe's hands. "I mean, I don't know if a gittery purple or a neon blue would fit those lovely hands."

Phoebe giggled as she said, "Okay, okay, we'll do a girl's day, Rhonda!"

I smiled as I took my library book out of my locker. "Great!"

As me and Phoebe walked off, I heard Helga sigh in my head, as if being happy. "Yes, Helga?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just happy that Phoebe's happy. I really wish I valued our friendship more when I was in my timeline..." Helga explained.

"Oh, I see." I nodded. "Hey, maybe you can possess me for a moment and spend some time with my Phoebe. Just act like me, you'll be fine."

"Uh, no, that's okay. You got this." Helga said.

"Okay, but just know that I offered you the chance." I said as me and Phoebe entered the school library.

"Believe me, I wish I could jump at th- never mind. You two enjoy yourselves. I'm just glad some of the events that happened in my timeline won't happen here." Helga sighed.

Pretty soon, me and Phoebe decided to walk over to Phoebe's house to spend the day as I took my stuff.

"Here, let me get that backpack for you." I smiled as I took Phoebe's backpack and put it in front of my eyes.

"Thanks, Rhonda, but are you sure you can see with both our backpacks in your arms? Wouldn't it be easier to carry both of them by their handles? I mean, mine has a handle and I'm pretty sure yours does as well." Phoebe said.

"Hey, with me, I can do anything!" I said as I kept walking. "Anyway, as I was saying..."

"Rhonda, you're walking away from me, let me keep up."

"...I was thinking, what would you rather?"

"Rhonda, we're going near the crosswalk."

I stopped. "Do you want to have a hair makeover, or just the nails?"

I then turned left.

"Rhonda, you just went to the middle of the road!"

HONK HONK!

"Man, what a traffic jam back there..." I said.

"RHONDA! LOOK OUT!"

I then yelped as I felt myself being pushed out of the way.

"What the-?" I turned around... just in time to see Phoebe get hit by a bus. I gasped. "Oh no!"

The cars then stopped just in time as I ran out and checked on Phoebe. "Phoebe, Phoebe? Are you okay?"

Phoebe groaned as she said, "Yes, no thanks to your offer to carry both my backpacks..."

"I am so sorry..." I said. "Can you get up?"

"Let me..." Phoebe tried to get up... then yelped as she fell. "Ow... I think my leg got broken."

My eyes widened as I heard Helga say, "Oh no... even when I think it wouldn't happen, it still happened..."

"WHAT? You mean, your Phoebe had her leg broken in her timeline?" I said in worry as I reached for my cell phone and dialed 911.

"Yeah, long story... even I still feel guilty for what happened." Helga sighed.

"We'll talk about this later..." I said as I held the phone to my ear.

"911 emergencies!" I heard the phone saying.

"Yes, hello! I need help! My friend got ran over..." I started.

"This is an automated machine!" I heard the phone say.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?" I said.

"To continue, press 1." The phone said.

I shook my head as I pressed 1 on the keypad.

"Thank you. Now press 4." The phone ordered as one of the people broke the doors open of the bus.

I pressed the 4 button.

"By pressing 4, you have indicated that you'd like to press 2. Press 2 now." I heard the phone say.

I pushed 2 on the phone.

"Congratulations on pressing 2. Now press 2 again." The phone ordered.

I growled as I pushed 2 on the phone again.

"By pushing button two twice, this cancels your 911 call! Thank you for calling 911!" The phone said.

"HEY! You told me to push it twice!" I yelled.

The man came out as he said, "Dude! The bus driver... I think he was murdered!"

As people went in the bus to check it out, I didn't care as I looked down to Phoebe. "It's okay, Phoebe, I'll get you to the hospital! Hang tight!"

"Okay, Rhonda." Phoebe nodded as I tried 911 again.

"911 emergencies! This is an automated machine! To continue, press one." The phone said. I punched one on the phone pad. "Thank you. Now press 4."

I paused... as I got an idea. I pushed one again.

"Congratulations, you'd like to... pay your hospital bill!" The phone said.

"What? NO!" I yelled at my phone... as I groaned and hung up. "Forget it!"

I started dialing up Olga's number as I waited. Pretty soon, I heard Olga on the phone. "Hello?"

"Olga, I need help, quickly! It's my friend, Phoebe! She got ran over by a bus!" I said.

Olga gasped. "Oh no!"

"She's okay, but her leg is broken!" I said. "I need you to call her parents, and I need to know how to control the 911 machines!" I said.

"Yeah, I had that problem with 911 too. Don't worry, help is on the way!" Olga said as she hung up.

I sighed in relief as I hung up the phone and turned to Phoebe. "It's okay, Phoebe... you're going to be okay..."

"I hope so..." Phoebe sighed as she tried to find her glasses. "I think my glasses got smashed in the process..."

"Oh... here, just take my glasses." I said as I gave her my pair. "Just until help arrives or your parents."

"Thanks, Rhonda." Phoebe said as I put them on for her. During that time, I noticed Marcie coming over near me, in her Caroline form.

"Is she okay?" Marcie asked.

"Yeah..." I nodded as Marcie motioned Curly, who had been standing nearby, as he went over and sat next to Phoebe as Marcie took me to the side.

"You were SO lucky that Phoebe was there with you, otherwise, we'd be seeing you dead right now!" Marcie frowned.

"I know, I know..." I sighed.

"But that's not the main reason why I'm here. No doubt you've not been told of what happened in Helga's timeline?" Marcie asked. "When Phoebe had her leg broken?"

I shook my head.

"Well, during her timeline, Phoebe was treated sort of like a friend, but more of a personal favor-doer for Helga. Helga does care for Phoebe, she really does, but sometimes, she can be a little overbearing." Marcie said.

"HEY!" I heard Helga yell in my mind.

Marcie just raised an eyebrow toward me, as if talking to Helga in her mind, transmitting it to mine. Marcie continued. "Anyway, Phoebe had her leg broken because of one too many favors that she was doing, and mostly because she didn't see where she was going..."

"Oh God..." I gasped.

"It's okay, Phoebe's leg healed up in that timeline, and if it all goes well, Phoebe's leg will heal up in a week too..." Marcie said. "Anyway, Helga felt bad, so she became her personal slave for a week... and a little more days than that."

"A little more days than that?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Let's just say Phoebe decided to keep the cast on her leg for at least two to three more days before feeling bad for taking advantage of Helga." Marcie said.

"Oh, I see... but what does that have to do with me? Are you saying that Phoebe would take advantage of me?" I asked.

"No, she'd never do that to her best friend in this timeline, which is you." Marcie explained. "She knows you didn't mean it... but here's the thing... that bus was specifically aiming for YOU!"

I stopped short. "Are you saying..."

"I'm saying that whenever Solara finds an opportunity, she takes it! She murdered the bus driver, and aimed the bus right at you as soon as you walked into the road." Marcie explained.

I gasped... and growled. "Where is she now?"

"Already left when the bus went rolling down. Thankfully, there were no other people on that bus... but people will still try to figure out who came in and murdered the driver..." Marcie explained. "Nevertheless, you should be thankful it's just your friend, and that something similar happened to her in Helga's timeline and lived through it."

"But the bus driver wasn't murdered in Helga's timeline, was he?" I asked.

Marcie shook her head. "No... he wasn't. Which is why you need to be more careful..."

I nodded as I looked towards Phoebe, and sighed as the ambulance started to come over. "Thanks for telling me, Marcie..."

Pretty soon, me, Olga, Phoebe's parents, Nadine and Lila (the latter two just hearing that Phoebe got injured and decided to postpone everything just to be at the waiting room) waited nervously as we saw a nurse coming out. I looked up. "How is she?"

The nurse smiled. "Miss Heyerdahl will be just fine. She only had her leg broken."

"But she got ran over by a bus! Driven by a dead driver!" Her father said in worry.

"She's very lucky, Mr. Heyerdahl." The nurse said as Phoebe came out in a wheelchair and cast. We all sighed in relief as we went over to Phoebe.

"Again, Phoebe, I am really sorry... for being so stupid..." I sighed.

"Rhonda, you were just doing the wrong thing for the right reason." Phoebe said. "Believe me, if I was doing something stupid..."

"Still, one of us could have been dead!" I said.

"Yeah, you were both lucky!" Nadine said.

"Phoebe, sweetheart, I know your heart was in the right place, and we do appreciate you saving a life, it was pretty reckless of you to just run out in the middle of the streets." Mrs. Heyerdahl explained.

"I know, Mom." Phoebe said as she sighed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Phoebe... just be careful." Mr. Heyerdahl said.

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Phoebe? Tell me. I mean, anything." I said.

"Just a second." Phoebe said as she motioned her mother and father to talk for a few seconds. After the three nodded, Phoebe turned to me with a grim look. "There is something you can do for me, Rhonda."

"Yes?" I asked.

Phoebe gave her hand as she said, "Bring the nail polish for when we get to my house. I mean, we still have to do a girl's day, don't we?"

I gave a smile as Olga, Nadine and Lila laughed, Phoebe and her parents laughed too as I was glad Phoebe was taking this in stride. "Sure thing, Pheebs!"

As I walked with Phoebe over to the elevator, her parents, Olga, Nadine and Lila following not too far behind, I looked over at Phoebe and smiled towards her as I noticed a rainbow glow around her eyes for a mere moment. I blinked as Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, don't worry about it." I smiled. "Anyway, glittery purple or neon blue?"

We laughed as we went down the elevator.

Pretty soon, even with Phoebe's broken leg, we did manage to get accustomed through it in the week as Phoebe was having some fun with us. Even if her movement was limited, we did manage to help her whenever we could, just so she could feel better about it.

Of course, it didn't stop Harold from mocking her cripple status, which got Nadine very enraged, which shut Harold up when he noticed Nadine's enraged eyes. He then decided to shut up.

Well, those days came and went, and when it came to get Phoebe's cast off, we waited until the next morning, on Monday, when Phoebe was walking out, carrying her cast.

"Wow, Phoebe, you're looking good!" Lila smiled.

"Yep! I feel as good as new!" Phoebe smiled as she walked with us to the bus stop.

"I see you kept the cast. Whatever for?" I asked.

"You'll see." Phoebe said as the bus stopped by. We all went inside as we passed by Harold... and then Phoebe stopped and clobbered Harold on the head with the cast.

"OW! What was that for?" Harold groaned as he rubbed his head.

"For insulting somebody who had been crippled for the past week." Phoebe growled, then gave a smile as she hummed and skipped over to sit with us, Arnold and Gerald, who were sitting next to each other, looked at her.

"Phoebe, you are cute but scary." Gerald said.

"Why, thank you, Gerald." Phoebe smiled as she laid her head back.

I just shrugged as Arnold smiled. "Hey, Rhonda, I never asked... would you like some cookies?"

"Oh sure, charming. How noble of you to..." I started when Arnold opened up the container of cookies. "...wait. You're not talking about those prune cookies that your grandmother makes, are you? No offense, but nobody in this area wants to eat and/or doesn't even LIKE prune cookies."

"I don't know. Prunes are a very good fruit. Besides, they're just dried plums... like raisins are dried grapes." Phoebe smiled.

"You actually eat prunes?" Nadine asked.

"Only occasionally." Phoebe shrugged. "Look, they're not as bad as you think. Arnold, may I have one cookie, please?"

"Sure, Phoebe. I guess you can have one." Arnold said as Phoebe reached into the container and picked out one. She then ate one and smiled.

"Hmmm... not bad." Phoebe smiled.

"You really think so, huh? Well... then would you mind if..." Arnold asked as he handed over the box.

"Not at all. I could use a little strength." Phoebe smiled as she took the box.

"Yeah... your Perfect Attendance award." Nadine chuckled.

"HEY! RHONDA! Need you to ask Phoebe something real quick." Helga whispered in my mind. "Ask her if she thinks this is a good idea to eat all those cookies before going up on stage."

I raised an eyebrow oddly, but shrugged. "Hey, uh... should you REALLY eat those before you go up on stage to accept your award, if you get it?"

"Rhonda, I'm the ONLY girl in perfect attendance." Phoebe glared. "I'm the only nominee!"

"But all the same, are you sure you should eat those before going up on stage... I mean, what if something embarrassing happened?" I asked.

Phoebe frowned as she shook her head. "Rhonda... I'm only going to eat two or three of these! I'm not going to do something embarrassing!"

I paused as I muttered, "Why do I have a weird feeling in my gut, then?"

There's episode one hundred and fifty-eight! How was it? You can probably guess what the next episode is going to be based on the last scene... BUT since I have more episodes to go, people will be happy to know that even though it was the final AIRED episode of Hey Arnold, it's not going to be the last episode of Oh Rhonda! Oh no, no, NO, I still have a lot to do! You'll see as time goes on! Well, anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!