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Fuzzball Hero!

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I came out of my dream, though not quite with my eyes open. I didn't want to wake to my miserable life after the wonderful dream I had. Another of what was meant to be; Arnold and myself on our wedding day. How I wish I could go back. But no, I have to now continue my ten year old life, stalking Arnold, admiring from afar, treating him like dirt to make an excuse to get close to him. Well, it's better than staying here in my room, not being able to see my loveable football head at all.

That was my motivation to finally open my tired eyes. I opened them slowly at first, then they shot right open. Something was different. I could feel it. But what was it? I sat up in bed, and looked around. Well, my room seemed to be the same, so that's not it. I was stumped. Until I stood up. Everything seemed shorter when I stood. That can't be right. Have I gotten taller overnight? I'd understand it if that were the case. But I don't know yet.

I walked around and noticed an open door. I peeked inside. It was a bathroom. I didn't know I had a bathroom in my room. I walked inside, knowing there'd be a mirror in front of a counter with my toothbrush and toothpaste laying against the side. I was right. I tiredly picked up my toothbrush and tube, sqweezed some on my toothbrush, and started brushing my teeth, staring at myself in the mirror with my droopy eyes, looking through my eyelids so I couldn't really see myself at all.

I went to spit, and when I brought the towel away from my face from wiping off the acsess, I noticed something. Not only did I get taller, but I got older too. Somehow I'm an adult. Wait a minute, I thought I was ten, not, uh, however old I am now. This is too wierd.

Then when I went to put my toothbrush down, I saw another one. That was odd. Did someone live with me? Ugh. This was hurting my head now. Gurgle. Wow, I'm hungry. Suddenly I smelled bacon, and eggs, and biscuits. It smelled delicious. I walked out the bedroom and down the stairs, following the delicious scent.

As I made my way into the kitchen, I noticed a man standing in front of the stove. I must have walked in quietly, for the man didn't say anything. Do I have a boyfriend? And does he live with me?

I heard the sizzling of eggs and bacon as the aroma filled me within, leaving me wanting more. I realized he must be making me breakfast. I sat down at a place already set at the dining table. No sense in passing up a breakfast made for free. Mmmm. It smelled so good!

Then I took a closer look at this man. Well, what I could see of him, anyway, since his back was facing me. He was a reasonable height, blonde hair, already dressed, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. That's all I could tell. His hair reminded me of someone, or, maybe his head. Something about him seems so familiar. But what?

Then the man reached his left hand out to grab the plate on the counter. That's when I noticed something. There was a wedding band on his ring finger. Were we married? Who is this guy anyway? And when in the world did we get married?

Then he served the eggs on the plate and said, "Good morning, my beautiful wife."

That voice. I, I know that voice. That could only mean, no, it can't be. There's no way. Wait a minute. My dream. Could it be?

Then he turned around, revealing his face. I can't believe it! It's real! It's really, really real! My dream come true! Wait. That means that, oh, this is so boss! It wasn't a dream! Finally, Arnold, my love, and me, married!

"How did you sleep?" He asked as he set the plate in front of me.

"Just fine, my love." I said in my soft, lovesick tone. I cut my eggs slowly and forked a piece in my mouth. I chewed it slowly as I continued to look at him with my lovesick gaze.

I couldn't believe it! I was actually married to my one true love! We were meant to be!

But wait, how did this happen? How did I go from ten to...I guess early twenties, judging by the way I looked in the mirror earlier. It doesn't make any sense. I can't just skip my life to the best parts like that. It's illogical. Oh, great, now I sound like Phoebe. Not that there's anything wrong with her.

Wait, what happened to Phoebe? And Gerald? And everyone else? Do they still live around here? Do they still hate me? Wait, where is here, anyway?

Wait, I-I think I remember something. I'm in school, walking into the classroom. I was irritated.

"My sister wouldn't let me leave the house until she told me all about her adventures in Alaska this morning." I had said.

"Well, okay, Helga. I'll let you off the hook this time, since it's the first day of school, but please don't let it happen again." Mr. Simmons responded.

"Please, like I can control my sister's big mouth after it starts going on and on about how she's teaching a bunch of dumb kids in Alaska. Figures a bunch of Alaskan dorks need a teacher, their brains probably have frost bite."

Suddenly the class snickered at what I had said.

"Well, please take a seat."

"Whatever." I remember now. I was really ticked off at my sister that day. Her Alaskan stories were always annoying.

I continued to my desk, but some guy in a cloak stopped me.

"Who in the name of criminy are you?"

"I am Mr. Hypno! I have come to demonstrate hypnotism and I would like you to be my voulenteer."

"If I let you do your mumbo-jumbo hypno crap on me will you leave me alone?"

"If you wish."

"Okay, fine. What do I have to do?"

He smiled at me and gestured to a chair in the front of the room. I scoffed as I walked to the chair and once again while sitting down. This guy was a total nut job, I could tell. That, and he needed some deodorent. I mean, criminy! How long has it been since this guy took a shower? Two months? I could tell my memory was getting more vivid as I ventured further into that morning.

Then he spoke. "Okay! I require complete and udder silence! So no one's to say a word til I say it's OK."

He gave the class a smirk, I think; I couldn't quite tell because he wasn't facing me.

Then he waved a watch in front of my face and whispered in my ear. "When I snap my fingers, you will fall fast asleep."

I listened as I concentrated on the swinging watch. Back and forth, back and forth, it moved. Suddenly, I felt calm. I couldn't explain it. Maybe this guy wasn't such a wack job after all. He still needs a shower though.

The last thing I remember is hearing the snapping of fingers before I closed my eyes.

That's where the memory ceased.

Okay, so I was hypnotized and the guy didn't remember to wake me up. So, how did I wake up in the middle of my wedding? It made no sense.

Wait. Wasn't I in the middle of something? Oh, yeah. Looking into my beloved's eyes.

By this time, he stopped looking into my eyes and was serving his own plate.

Okay, I had a lot of questions. I spoke the first one that came to mind.

"Arnold, how old am I?" I asked with a smile.

Arnold looked up at me. "Twenty Five. Why do you ask?"

Twenty five. That means I missed out on fifteen years of my life. What a let down. How am I going to explain this to Arnold? He'd freak! There's no way he'd believe me! Well, I should at least try, right?

I looked down at my breakfast. "No reason. Just kinda slipped my mind, is all."

Dang it! I chickened out! Darn his irrisistibly sweet face!

Then Arnold sat down at the table with his eggs. "So, when will you be home from work today?"

Woah. I forgot. I must have a job. A job doing what, though? That's when I knew the next question to ask. "What is my job?"

"Don't you remember? You had some buisiness cards made." He handed me a card.

When I saw what it had read, I was completely baffled.

El Jaki

Agent for hire

See reverse side for contact information

There is no way that I'm an actual agent! Oh, this is boss times ten! I flipped the card over and read the back.

Helga Pataki

Interior designer

Interior designer? Really? That was my cover occupation? I mean, I would totally understand if this cover job was for Rhonda, but me? Oh, well. At least it's not my real job.

Wait a minute. I'm only an agent for hire? I always had dreams where I would be the president of the United States and I would be a federal secret agent as well. Not some ding-dong amateur agent for hire!

Below was my address.

Okay, so I still lived in the same house. But what about my parents? What happened to them? Where do they live? I knew my next question then.

But before I spoke, I heard something buzz on the counter. I looked over. It looked like a cell phone. It was a text/touch screen phone, pink, which told me that it was most likely my phone. I unhooked it from its charger and put it in the pocket of my...are those P.J.'s I'm wearing? Wierd. I didn't even notice when I woke up this morning.

It buzzed again. I took it out of my pocket and clicked the soft key to light up the screen. The screen lit with a white box. It was a text message. From assistant Hydredhal. Now why did that name sound familiar?

I clicked on the 'view' soft key and it opened up to the messege.

good morning Helga!

meet me at the office right away. i just recieved ur new assignment. u'll b done with this one by about 5pm.

btw, congrats on ur wedding! a dream come true, right? i'm sure u'll b very happy together.

ur bff,

Phoebe

Phoebe! She's my assistant? Yes! She's right; this is a dream come true. At that point, I could hardly wait to start the day.

Yay!

Just to let you know, regarding Helga's Big secret, I've made my decision. I will be posting a sequal! What to name it, I'm not sure yet. If you got any ideas, please let me know! I'd appreciate it, thank you!

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