For the first fifteen minutes, they tried banging on the door, the boarded-up window, and the walls, hoping that somebody would hear them. No one did. Or, if they did, no one came.

Then they tried the phone, only to find that it was out of service. Arnold had leant his phone to Gerald, and was beginning to wonder if Gerald had really left his phone at the diner at all. Helga's phone was sitting in a container of rice on her counter in her room. She didn't offer a reason how it had gotten wet and he didn't ask.

So now they were sitting on the floor, their backs against the door, hoping to hear someone walk by. They hadn't spoken more than five sentences to each other.

Both were fuming and confused of why they were in this situation. Phoebe's words rang in both of their minds but neither chose to question each other why.

"Ugh, this is ridiculous." Helga stood up, pulling at Arnold's arm.

"Hey, would you at least warn me first?" Arnold frowned, but got up to follow her to the little kitchenette.

"I'm thirsty," Helga mumbled. Grabbing the door to the fridge, she yanked it open, hoping to at least find a water bottle. Instead, she found vegetables, fruits, packaged meat, various types of other foods, beer, a couple bottles of white wine, and - bingo! - a Brita pitcher. "Geeze, Phoebe, do you really do the guy's shopping?"

Arnold, insulted on behalf of Gerald, scoffed at her. "Gerald's an adult, Helga. He doesn't need someone to get his groceries for him."

Helga gave him a look after putting down the pitcher and started going through the cabinets to look for a glass. "Gerald eats Instant Noodles and Pizza Lunchables for breakfast. Do you really think he picked out cabbage and ground turkey meat for himself?"

He didn't respond to her, knowing she was right. Gerald didn't know how to cook anything except heat water, and even then he would probably burn it. If one could burn water, that is.

When Helga started to drink the water she poured for herself, he frowned again. "No thank you, Helga, I'm fine. I don't want anything to drink, thanks for offering."

Helga smiled sarcastically at him and put the empty glass down. "Great."

Arnold sighed and rolled his eyes. It was definitely going to be a long day.

They remained silent for another hour, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did.

They had resumed sitting back against the door and both of their legs were stretched out in front of them. Helga had already made up a story about the figures she created out of the old 70s floral wallpaper on the wall. Twice. Sighing, she looked up at the ceiling.

"This is stupid. I'm going to go crazy if I have to sit here much longer. Especially with you."

Arnold just rolled his eyes and continued the word search he had started. There was an old newspaper in the kitchen that he had snatched up, pen conveniently next to it, before he allowed Helga to drag him back to the door. Gerald liked to play the Sudoku in the daily papers, but he obviously hadn't finished it. He had only finished the easy one, so he obviously had been running late that morning. "Whatever you say, Helga."

She looked over at him, her boredom forcing her to find some sort of outlet. She snatched the paper from him.

"Hey!"

Once again, she ignored him, and looked over what he had done. "Heh, you've been working on this for how long and this is all you've got?" She tossed it back over to him and sighed heavily.

Silence.

"It's L-O-U-I-E."

Arnold looked at her from the crossword that he had resumed. "What?"

"22 down is Louie with an E. King Louie was named after Louis Prima, but Disney changed the spelling of his name."

He stared at her for a moment before looking down at the grids. After re-reading the question for 26 across, he realized that his originally guess of "egalitarian" would now fit. "Thanks." They sat in silence for a few more minutes. "How did you know that?"

She didn't answer right away. "I didn't, really. But in TaleSpin it's 'Louie's Place' and they spell it with an E. And since it's a Jungle Book spinoff, it just seemed obvious. Especially since 26 across is egalitarian."

He blinked at her. "How do you remember that? I haven't seen that show on the air since we were kids."

She just shrugged. "I just remember it being spelled with an 'e' instead of an 's.'"

"Hmm." He looked up a question he couldn't figure out. "Do you know a dog breed with six letters that starts with a 'B'?"

Helga looked over at the paper. "Will Borzoi fit?"

"Bor-what?"

"B-O-R-Z-O-I." He tried it. Surprised, he looked at her again.

"Disney trivia and dog breeds? I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with pets."

"No, I just never had any. That doesn't mean I don't like them. Geeze, you make me sound like an animal-hater."

"Hmm," he repeated.

Silence.

"What time is it?"

Arnold checked his watch, glad he decided to that. "Just after 3."

Helga grunted and played with the handcuffs. They'd only been here for two hours. "Well…I guess it's five o'clock somewhere."

He looked up at her from his watch. A drink could definitely make the day shorter.