Okay, I'm doing this episode because I got a few requests involving a few things around said episode. Now, I'd like to thank Animeguy1101 for some of the ideas that are about to take place in this episode, which happens to be 'Ernie In Love'! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this, so, enjoy!
A little later, over the weekend, I was busy playing in the arcade, humming to myself as I was getting some good dance moves figured out... man, was I hitting those right, when Arnold came over.
"Hey, buddy boyfriend!" I smiled as Arnold put in a few quarters to join me. "Where have you been?"
"Sorry. I got held up." Arnold said.
"By what?" I asked as I was continuing on racking the points.
"Well, I ran into Mr. Potts on my way over to the arcade and I noticed he was hiding in a trashcan." Arnold explained.
"Why would he be hiding in a trashcan? Shouldn't he be at work doing demolition or something?" I asked.
"He had a few days off." Arnold said. "Anyway, he told me to act natural, so I did when I saw an older woman come out of a building, hailing a taxi. I didn't know who this woman was, and when I tried to ask Mr. Potts about it, he just told me to run along."
"Hmmm..." I paused. "Let me see... man admires woman from afar, afraid to associate anything with said woman. See a picture?"
"Not really." Arnold paused.
I stopped. "Really? Arnold, you dolt, Mr. Potts has a big crush on this girl!" I laughed.
"What? You think so?" Arnold asked.
"Of course I think so. In fact, I know so. Come on, a girl can easily tell the hints that a guy likes a girl." I laughed.
"Really? You didn't get those hints when I tried to hint at you about my crush." Arnold said.
I just glared at Arnold, before I continued, "Like I said, a girl can easily tell the hints that a guy likes a girl. You just have to know the signs."
"I guess..." Arnold shrugged.
"Come on, what do you want to bet that Ernie has a little shrine dedicated to the girl he likes." I chuckled.
"Well..." Arnold paused, before I grabbed his hand.
"Come on, to home!" I called as I dragged Arnold off.
"Do I get a say in this?" Arnold asked.
"No." I said, bluntly.
At the boarding house, as I was walking upstairs, Arnold was following me in annoyance. "But Rhonda, we can't get in Mr. Potts' room! None of us has his key or his spare!"
"Au contraire!" I smirked as I pulled out a credit card.
"Where did you get that credit card?" Arnold asked weirdly.
"This is Olga's." I smiled.
Arnold just stared at me blankly. I sighed. "I had permission!"
"Whatever you say, Rhonda." Arnold shook his head as I found Mr. Potts' room and put the credit card in. "Rhonda, you do know that trick only works in..."
I swiped the card and the door opened.
"...cartoons, okay, never mind." Arnold sighed as I pushed the door open.
"Shall we?" I smiled as I walked in.
"Rhonda, we should not be running around in other people's rooms! We specifically had that rule in place so that people have their doors locked! Don't you remember? Mr. Kokoshka was a big problem in raiding other people's rooms!" Arnold frowned as he followed me inside. "We should... should, uh..."
Arnold and I stared in amazement as we all looked around the place. There was still some of the usual demolition type things in Mr. Potts' room, but what's more was the many pictures of a black haired woman in sexy clothes... I snapped my fingers.
"Lola Bonnie Tilly!" I snapped my fingers.
"Huh?" Arnold raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Lola Bonnie Tilly. That's the girl Mr. Potts is in love with." I laughed. "She's a fashion model for that one magazine! Man, what are the chances, huh?"
"Yeah, what are the chances? Come on, we shouldn't be in Mr. Potts' room, the last thing we want to see is..." Arnold and I turned around and yelped as he said, "His angry face, which is staring right at us."
"I'd expect something from Oskar, but from YOU two?" Mr. Potts frowned as he put down his magazines aside. "I can't believe this."
"I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen!" Arnold frowned.
"Well excuse me, but I just HAD to know who your lucky lady was." I rolled my eyes.
Mr. Potts stopped as he stared at the both of us. "And just how would you know who I date?"
"We girls have a sixth sense about these sort of things." I smiled.
Mr. Potts tried to find an excuse as Olga walked in. "Uh, is everything o- holy crap, somebody's a Lola Tilly fan."
"Thank Mr. Potts here." I giggled, pointing to him, who just looked down in embarrassment. "Turns out he has a huge crush on Lola Tilly!"
"Really?" Olga said in surprise, before snapping her fingers. "That explains why you asked last month when I was done with the magazine, could you have it! Wow, I thought something else entirely!"
Mr. Potts sighed as he sat down. "I guess I can't deny it any further. Yes, I'm in love with Lola Ti-" Mr. Potts looked up at Olga. "Wait, what were you thinking?"
"Oh, I just thought you were... well..." Olga paused. "...into fashion, I know a few guys that were into that sort of thing."
"No, no, I'm not! I don't know how you drew that conclusion, but I am not! There's nothing wrong with being that, but I'm not that!" Mr. Potts frowned.
"Nothing wrong with being what?" Arnold asked.
"Well... it's complicated, but... there are times when a guy finds out that he likes... guys. I mean... really likes guys." Olga tried to explain. "Guys can like like guys, and girls can like like girls, the same as guys like like girls. You understand what I'm saying?"
Me and Arnold just stared in confusion. Olga shook her head. "Never mind. Continue on, Mr. Potts."
"As I was saying, yes, Arnold, Pataki, Maniac..." Mr. Potts addressed Arnold, Olga and me respectively. "I am in love with Lola Tilly. You see, I haven't EXACTLY met her, in case one of you is intending to ask. Actually, about a month ago, I was doing my job, you know my job, demolition, wrecking buildings, the whole enchilada. I was punching out for the night when I first laid my eyes on Miss Tilly. She was the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen in my whole life. I guess you can say I fell for her like a ton of bricks. And I so wanted to go up to her and tell her, 'excuse me, Miss. You don't know me, but the thing is, I love you'."
"Okay, that would sound like a creepy fan boy." Olga sighed.
"I know, I know, I always thought that too, I mean, she'd think I go nuts!" Mr. Potts sighed. "But for the past couple of weeks now, I've been hiding out of sight, watching her go out of the building..."
"Not really helping the creepiness factor." Olga groaned.
"Let me finish!" Mr. Potts frowned. "Besides, I only watch her go out of the building where she works and hailing a taxi... every morning and every evening."
"Why can't you just talk to her?" Arnold asked.
"Oh, Arnold, she'd never go out with me." Mr. Potts sighed.
"And how would you know that?" Olga asked.
"I just know!" Mr. Potts groaned. "Look, if you want the reason, it's because she's a big, beautiful, tall successful fashion model, and I'm a short little twerp with a big nose and a day job that nobody ever notices for nothing!"
"Oh come on, Mr. Potts, your nose isn't that big." Olga shook her head.
"And besides, we know you, Mr. Potts." Arnold said. "Sure, you can have a little bit of a temper at times..."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE A TEMPER!" Mr. Potts yelled... then took a deep breath. "Sorry... lost control of myself. Go on."
"...but you're also a nice guy with a good job. You're friendly and smart, and you have a great sense of humor." Arnold explained.
"Yeah, I think anybody would be lucky to have you as a friend." Olga shrugged.
"Besides, if you like her so much, why don't you just talk to her?" Arnold asked.
"It wouldn't work out." Mr. Potts sighed. "Besides, I had crushes before, but it always turned out the same. The girl would look at me, but instead of seeing me, she'd see a guy who came up short. I just don't want to suffer like that again. Besides, there's too many differences. She's high class at best, and I'm lower class... middle at best."
Olga paused as she looked at me and Arnold.
"Lola has the perfect head, and I have something imperfect with mine."
Olga just stared at me and Arnold as I clutched his hand.
"Me and Lola would never work, basically because I'm short and she's tall."
Olga was now comparing my height with Arnold's.
"I just don't see how a short, poor, odd headed guy can win a tall, rich, perfect headed girl's heart." Mr. Potts sighed.
Olga blinked as she told us, "Kids, cover your ears for three seconds."
Me and Arnold did so, but I still heard what Olga said, even through the ear covering.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?"
Olga then nodded towards us as we took our hands off our ears.
"Mr. Potts, I don't know if you're new to this whole 'romance' thing, but I like you to direct your attention towards our favorite kids." Olga said as Mr. Potts turned towards us. "Now... who is shorter, Arnold or Rhonda?"
"Er, Arnold?" Mr. Potts raised an eyebrow.
"Who used to be rich before the terrible tragedy?" Olga asked.
"Rhonda." Mr. Potts shrugged.
"Good, good. Now, contrast Arnold and Rhonda's heads." Olga said.
"Well... Arnold's head is in the shape of a football, and Rhonda's head is perfect, despite the crooked ears." Mr. Potts said.
"Indeed. And those two fell for each other. Come on, if those two can fall in love, I'm sure you and Lola Tilly would probably be an item." Olga said.
"Uh, you really think that?" Mr. Potts asked.
"Look, just talk with her, okay?" Olga asked.
"Well... if you really think I could..." Mr. Potts paused.
"Trust me, if a girl like Rhonda could fall in love with a guy like Arnold here and vice versa, how bad could it possibly be?" Olga asked.
"If you're sure..." Mr. Potts sighed. "I'm probably going to regret it, but... I'll try."
Olga, Arnold and I nodded as Arnold said, "That's great to hear! Well, the weekend is in the afternoon, where does Miss Tilly usually go by this time?"
"Usually, she'd be sitting at the park for a few minutes..." Mr. Potts said.
"Okay! We're going to the park!" I said as I dragged Arnold and Mr. Potts off.
"Wha- hey, wait for me!" Olga called as she followed us.
"Do I get a say in this?" Mr. Potts asked.
"No." Me and Arnold bluntly said.
"Okay, there she is!" I nodded as me and Arnold pushed Mr. Potts out. "Good luck!"
"What's my motivation!" Mr. Potts whispered back.
"Just strike a conversation with the girl, for Pete's sake! You'll be fine!" Olga rolled her eyes.
Mr. Potts sighed as he walked over.
"And there he goes." Arnold nodded.
"Indeed..." I sighed as I suddenly noticed something. There was Marcie, motioning me over. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity as I looked over to Arnold and Olga, who were still watching. "Uh, I need to go use the restroom, I'll be right back!"
Before Olga and Arnold could turn around to acknowledge my existence, I had already ran off right to the bushes where Marcie was sitting down.
"You know, you seem to appear in the most random spots!" I frowned.
"Sorry, I've been trying to get your attention for the past few days, but you were a little busy." Marcie explained. "How do you feel?"
"Still the same as ever. And Helga feels the same way too. As for that third person inside me..." I started.
"Third person? My dear, there should just be you and Helga, shouldn't it?" Marcie raised an eyebrow. "Unless... of course. The personality split."
"There goes that again. I talked with Brainy about it, and he still won't reveal on where Solara is, but he told me what I needed to know about personality splits. Trust me, Helga did not go through that when she possessed me!" I frowned.
"Ah... but does SHE still have control of what you see and how you feel?" Marcie asked.
"Well... I don't know. She seems to be my inner spirit... well, for somebody who was dead, but..." I sighed. "What are you trying to tell me?"
Marcie sighed as she raised her arms and made some sort of... paper appear? Marcie nodded as she started working her magic and nodded as she made one of those...
"An origami predictor?" I asked as I picked it up.
"Not just "AN" origami predictor, my friend. It's something that, when used, you will know that person's true soul mate." Marcie explained. "Here, take it. In time, you'll understand."
I just stared at the origami predictor in confusion... and when I lifted my head to ask Marcie on what she meant... she was gone.
I just shook my head as I pocketed the origami predictor and went over to Olga, who just nodded as Arnold was leaving with Mr. Potts.
"So, how did it all go?" I asked.
"I think it went pretty well, from what Mr. Potts said." Olga smiled. "Lola Tilly just agreed to a date with him."
"Hey, that's wonderful!" I smiled. "Where was Arnold taking Mr. Potts?"
"To the barbershop. Mr. Potts said he wants to prepare for his date." Olga explained. "Well, we got until tonight, you want to get something to eat?"
I looked up and nodded. "Sure... here, you might be needing this."
I gave her her credit card back as Olga looked at me in disappointment, then laughed. "Oh, Rhonda, trying to sneak your way into private doors again, huh?"
"I can't help it, Olga." I sighed, but Olga just laughed as she kissed my forehead. I smiled, just being comfortable around her.
And so, after we had a little lunch, me and Olga were heading back to the boarding house as Arnold and Mr. Potts were coming out, the latter in a nice blue suit holding flowers.
"Hey guys. So how'd everything go?" I asked.
"You didn't miss much." Arnold said. "I got Mr. Potts ready for his date, and he was considering elevator shoes for a while, but I told him he didn't need them."
"Okay, I'm interested in where this is going. Mind if I come with?" I asked.
"Well... okay, just try not to get in the way of Mr. Potts' date or anything." Arnold sighed.
"I need another vote of confidence, so sure, why not." Mr. Potts nodded.
"Don't stay out too late!" Olga called as me and Arnold were taking Mr. Potts to the bus stop.
"How do I look?" Mr. Potts asked as me and Arnold were overlooking him in an alleyway on the boardwalk.
"You look good!" Arnold said.
"All right..." Mr. Potts said as he noticed Lola in a nice pink dress and gave us some sunglasses. "Now, wear these. I don't want people to think I'm asking ten-year-olds some love advice."
We nodded as we put the sunglasses on. And Mr. Potts quickly went over to Lola Tilly as the two started to talk.
"And there we go... let's see how this goes..." I said as Arnold nodded.
Well, the date between Lola and Mr. Potts went pretty good as me and Arnold followed them around, trying to hide in the background. Turns out everything was going great between the two as they were enjoying their time.
"Guess it's going good." I smiled as I sat next to Arnold, holding his hand.
"Yeah." Arnold nodded. "I think Mr. Potts and Lola Tilly might be able to hit it off..."
"You think so?" I asked as I turned to him.
"I hope so..." Arnold said as he looked at me.
"Yeah... think we should just leave them be?" I asked.
"Why not?" Arnold said as we walked off.
Well, later that night, as I learned, the rest of Mr. Potts and Lola's date was met with moderate success... I say moderate because in the end, because from what Arnold explained to me after Mr. Potts came back from the date, Lola turned him down for another date because of the short thing.
"Well... that's it. I'm going to whack her over the head." I said calmly as I was digging around in my backpack.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Arnold said. "Mr. Potts explained that it didn't work out between them, and he told her about how he may be short, but he had a big heart."
"Really? Well... I guess that's one thing." I sighed.
"Well, what can you do about it, huh?" Arnold said.
"Yeah... I'm sure Lola's at least thinking long and hard about what he said..." I frowned.
"Well, let's hope." Arnold said. "Well, see you tomorrow, Rhonda."
I nodded as Arnold went out.
I paused as I pulled out the origami predictor. I examined it as Olga came in and noticed it.
"Oh, is that one of those origami fortune teller predictors?" Olga asked. "You make that yourself?"
"Er... yeah." I said. "Except... instead of telling your fortune, it tells... who you're going to marry in the future."
"Oh, wonderful!" Olga smiled. "Mind if I take a try?"
"Okay, sure." I nodded. "Let's start with your favorite number."
"I guess I'm going to go with eight." Olga shrugged.
I folded it eight times. "Favorite color?"
"Blue." Olga smiled.
I folded it four times. "Now your birth date."
Olga repeated it as I folded it thirteen times. "Okay, and your predicted future husband is going to be..."
I lifted the panel and saw two names in between a plus sign... Olga Pataki and Kevin Baker. The other name Monkeyman was in parenthesis next to Kevin's name.
"...Monkeyman." I nodded.
"Really?" Olga giggled. "Did you rig this, Rhonda?"
"Well..." I paused as Olga hugged me.
"Oh, I'm just teasing. Though you know... I wouldn't mind being married to Kevin. He really is such a sweet guy." Olga smiled.
"He sure is..." I smiled as Olga went off.
I paused as I looked at the origami predictor. If it can tell who Olga's true soul mate... I smiled. Maybe I can show this to class! This might be fun!
And that's episode one hundred and sixty-four! How was it? Again, thanks to Animeguy1101 for some of the ideas that he provided for the chapter, or at least, the basis of the ideas! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!