The next day which was Friday, Arnold and his friends sat together since it was lunchtime. Harold was the first to speak up.
"I betcha Mr. Simmons won't have time to think about us and probably eating a lot pineapple."
"Harold, Mr. Simmons is supposed to have fun with himself and take his mind from his job, but he will always keep us in a special place in his heart," Arnold told Harold.
"When he comes back, maybe we can spend some time with Mr. Simmons so we can heart how much fun he had. Maybe he'll bring back souvenirs to keep this vacation in his mind for a while. From what you just said, Arnold, I did hear you use Mr. Simmons' 'special' word. And I am starting to miss him," Harold said as he let out a burp and sigh at the same time.
"Of course Mr. Simmons would bring home souenirs," Helga said.
"What's a vacation without souvenirs, anyway? I get them whenever my famoly and I come back from vacation time. Last summer I went to Paris and I bought home that one outfit that was made in France and no other country," Rhonda said.
"There you go again, Princess. We don't need to hear about this Paris vacation again, and we've heard it more than fifty times already, so you can stop telling the same story. Besides, we never see you in that outfit anyway," Helga pointed out.
"Sorry, Helga. It was one of my favorite memories and I don't want to forget it," Rhonda replied back.
Helga didn't say anything after what Rhonda had just said.
"I wonder what Mr. Simmons is doing right now," Eugene said.
He hadn't said much when he heard that Mr. Simmons received a promotion.
"Probably either finishing up lunch like us or he could probably be at the condo he's staying in and watch some cartoons," Harold answered.
When Harold finished saying that, he felt Gerald's eyes began to roll.
"Harold, Mr. Simmons isn't a child anymore. He probably is too old for cartoons. It doesn't make any sense somebody his age will still watch cartoons, so you can forget about that," Rhonda told them.
"We're just guessing on what we think he might be doing," Sid told her.
Rhonda said nothing more and lunch went by fast. It was time to start afternoon classes.