[A/N: Here I am with the 3rd and final chapter of "DTWM". Keep in mind that this isn't supposed to be a really SERIOUS story, just something I decided to write because... I'm... CRAZY! And I'm only 11! Also, note that I am actualy just 9HelgaPataki9, I changed my penname. Kk thanks and PLEASE REVIEW!]
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold!... or any cartoon, for that matter.
The Conclusion
Two years later, Rhonda got out of jail. She was fourteen. The first thing she did was go off on Arnold.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
Rhonda rapped on the front door of the boarding house and waited. No answer.
THUMP THUMP THUMP!
This time, Arnold answered. He noticed it was Rhonda, and, with a bewildered look on his ooblong face, slammed the door.
Rhonda opened the door, which was unlocked anyways, and charged inside, pushing Arnold up against a wall. "Why did you wreck my car 2 years ago?"
"I didn't mean to!"
"Yeah... right."
Rhonda let go of Arnold as he fell on the floor. Grandpa rounded the corner and saw him. "Hehe, the Shortman's playing a nice lively game of secret agents with one of his little girlfriends!" he chuckled, walking off.
"Truce?" Arnold asked, shakily rising up from the ground.
Rhonda rolled her eyes. "For now..."