Hello everyone! I'm sorry I haven't updated this story in awhile. I've been busy with a holiday dress. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas! Yay!

Now, my random word of the chapter is...

...pumpernickle!

Hee, hee! I'm so random! Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I knew I was forgetting something. I don't own Hey Arnold!, nor do I own any other show ever aired on television.

Other guy: Thank you, captain DUH!

Like I said before, enjoy!

I got to the garage and saw a boring old packard. I opened the door, sat down in the seat, and closed the door. I pulled out my keys and stuck them in the key jack. When I tryed to turn the key, the engine wouldn't start. I turned it several times before the engine started. I pressed the garage door button on the remote planted in the car and the garage door began to lift open. I clicked my seatbelt on and reached to pull the shifter. That's right. This is a stick shift model. I guess it did pay off to listen to my dad's car lectures. Oh, wait. I slept through it all. Well, thank you subconscious. You served me well.

I pulled the stick shift into reverse as I turned the wheel and pulled out of the garage. Suddenly I heard a crash. I looked back. Crud. I ran into the nieghbor's trash can. Oh well. The unhypnotized me doesn't know much about driving. I faced front again and breathed. Okay, Helga. You can do this. I pulled the stick shift into drive and turned the wheel the other way. Crash. This time it was my own trash can. Okay, Helga. Concentrate. I adjusted the position of the car until I was sure I wasn't going to run into any more trash cans. Then I shifted into drive once again and started to pull through the alley. On the way out of the alley, I knocked down another trash can.

I could tell this was going to be a long drive.

Somehow I managed to get myself to the office in one piece. When I arrived at the floor in the elevator, Phoebe greeted me happily.

"Hi Helga! I hope you found your way alright." She said to me as she led me down the hall. I wonder what kind of assignment I'm gonna get.

"Yeah, just fine, Phoebs." I replied.

I kept walking and noticed that she stopped. I turned to her and said, "What? Is something wrong?"

Her eyes were wide for a second, then she shook her head out of it. "Nothing. It's just, you haven't called me that for awhile."

What? How long has it been since I stopped?

"When did I stop?" I said.

She looked down. "Fifth grade."

I bet it was that day I was hypnotized. That stupid Mr. Hypno! Why'd he have to come to our school to demonstrate? His stupid hypnotizing wrecked my whole life!

She started walking again. "Anyway, it's not important right now." She said as we walked into what was apperently the office.

It seemed like a boring office. Nothing exciting. Then Phoebe took out a remote, aimed it at the wall behind the desk, and pressed a specific button on it. Suddenly the wall shifted to the side, revealing an elevator. She gestured for me to step inside and followed closely behind. The elevator doors closed and the elevator began its decent.

Phoebe looked at her clipboard. "You have three requests for your services today. You may only choose one today."

She handed me a sheet with names, addresses, and phone numbers. Below each was a couple of sentences. "Here is a list of the requests with contact information and a brief description of their situation."

The elevator doors opened, revealing a large room with high ceilings filled with computers, people, and many other things. Gagets clutering the walls, a space for combat practice, a simulation area for stealth and maneuvering practice, an umpteenth number of cubicles, and hundreds of people in lab coats. There, at the other end of the room was a section, walled off for me, I bet.

We stepped out of the elevator and walked toward the cut off section of the room. "Look over each description and choose which one sounds most doable for you. I'll meet you in the equipment room when you get back."

She pressed a button next to the door of the section and it opened. I stepped inside and turned to her. "Choose wisely." The the door closed, cutting me off from her and I turned around and began to explore this unfamiliar place.

It was so dark that I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face. I patted the walls in search for a light switch. As I seached, the floor shifted beneath one of my feet. Suddenly the room filled with shimmering light and I could see everything, sort of. A single spot light shined in front of me, somehow lighting the whole room. I stepped under it, and suddenly a tube of glass shut around me. A thick red curtain came down around the tube. A suction sucked all of my clothes and some claws pulled a black suit on me and zipped it up. When the curtain and tube lifted, a pair of black boots were waiting on the floor in front of the spot light. I slipped them on my feet, knowing they'd fit me perfectly and pulled on the zipper tab, guiding it up the teeth until it reached the top of the boot, then repeated for the other boot.

I stepped out of the spotlight and took a look around. I could see walls, a staircase, some doorways, and the place where the floor had shifted earlier. I went through one of the doorways and saw a round dining table with four chairs around it. Why does this look like a dining room? Hmm. I decided to go upstairs and made my way up the steps.

When I arrived at the top step, there was a hallway crossing my path. The door in front of me was labeled 'Office'. Hmm. Probably where it's set up for me to go. I walk in and I see a computer desk. Not like the ones in that big room out there, but more like the desk you'd find at home. I walked over, sat down in the chair, and looked over the list. Or tried to. I couldn't see a darn thing. Luckily there was a desk lamp. I turned it on, illuminating the room, which was rather blank and boring. They really need to paint in here. Then I sat back as I looked over the list.

Olga Pataki

Children's School, Alaska

(989)-555-6150

Oh, great. What does she want? I see she still teaches in Alaska. I read on.

Hello baby sister! Sorry if this isn't a good place to contact you, but this was the only address I could find to contact you with. I haven't seen you since your high school graduation. How are you? Please call me! It's nice to know that you found a job. Hope you're having fun designing rooms! I miss you so much! I love you!

Oh, perfect. Wait. Did she say she hasn't seen me since I graduated high school? I thought she would visit mom and dad and me every so often. What happened? Speaking of which, what happened to Bob and Miriam anyway? This makes no sense. I looked further to the next person on the list.

Ima Wiener

6642 Woodward Ave., Michigan

(243)-555-3310

Hmm. Interesting name. I read on.

Hi. I'm in the hot dog buisiness and one of our buisiness rivals just came out with this new product called 'the mindful wiener'. It sounds pretty suspicious. I need you to go check it out for me. Ima Wiener, out.

The hot dog buisiness? Ima Wiener. Wait a minute. I'm a wiener! Lamest crank call name ever. I remember using that when I was seven! I bet they're laughing it off right now. Well, ha ha right back to you. I looked at the last one on the list.

Brian Williams

33359 Flower St., Hillwood

(670)-555-3568

Hey, that's not too far from where I live. Do I know a Brian Williams? Hmm. The name sounds familiar. I read on.

Hi. First off, do I know you? Your cover name sounds familiar. Anyway, my wife left for work yesterday, saying she was gonna be home by six, but she never came back. I don't know where to look. I'm worried sick. I need your help.

Wait. This guy found my name familiar? Interesting. Well, sounds real enough to me. I tore off the part with his address on it and folded it up and put it in my pocket. Then I stood from my seat and looked for, some sort of secret entrance or something. With no luck, I headed down the steps and looked around the other parts of this house simulation. I found a door. When I opened it, There were a whole lot of cars. Are these all mine? Sweet! Yet another upside to being an agent, even if it is for hire.

I stepped off the garage stoop and headed to the car I had my eyes on. Jet black convertable sports car, beautiful shining surface, sleek, black leather interior, built in GPS, fuzzy pink dice hanging from the rear view mirror, and a soft, black steering wheel grip cover. So beautiful, with a touch of me.

I opened the car door, sat down, and pulled the door shut. I pulled the seatbelt across my body and clicked the buckle in place. I hit the dice dangling in front of me.

Yup, a touch of me.

I put my hands on the wheel, ten and two, and let out a breath to calm myself. Okay, you can do this. You managed to get yourself here, you can get yourself to this guy's house. I let out another breath and pulled the keys out of my utility belt. When I reached to where the key jack was, instead of a jack, there was a blue pad. I put my thumb on it and it scanned my thumb. Scanned my thumb! That's so boss! I didn't know they could make cars do that!

Suddenly the seat was leaning back. When the seat stopped, I was facing a ceiling of buttons and knobs and switches. In the middle was a big screen. An image of clothing appeared on the screen. I pressed the button labeled OK and the screen flashed twice. Then the windows were blackened and a shelf decended from the ceiling with a stack of folded clothing. I took the stack and pulled the clothing over my suit. The seat started to make its way back to the upright position.

I looked to the GPS and typed in the address on the piece of paper. When I pressed enter, a voice spoke from its speakers. "Hello. Your destination is three, three, three, five, nine, Flower Street, Hillwood. Is this correct?"

This voice caught me off guard and I looked at it for a moment. Then I spoke up.

"Yes, that is correct." I said in a soft yet firm tone.

"Please press OK on the screen for auto-pilot."

I then looked to the screen and saw a big green circle with the word, 'OK' in the center. I touched my index finger to it.

"You have selected auto-pilot. If you wish to take control of the car at any time before arrival, just press auto-pilot off on the screen. I will then switch to GPS mode and speak directions to you from there. Thank you for listening."

This is so boss! A talking GPS auto-pilot system? Who knew? I sure didn't!

I then looked around the car's interior and relaxed as the car started rolling out of the lot.

A few minutes later, the car was passing a street crouded of buildings, including mine. Then it turned onto Flower Street.

Suddenly, the voice came back on, startling me out of my relaxed pose.

"You are now on Flower Street. Please take over the wheel now and look for the correct address. Thank you for choosing a Spy Headquarters Brand Product. Goodbye."

I sat my seat back up and almost instantly took the wheel by both hands, ten and two, like I strangely remember. I looked to the addresses on the right: 33352, 33354. Must be the even numbered houses. Then I looked to the left: 33355, 33357, 33359. There it is. Surprisingly, there was an open spot right in front of it.

Then I realized. Parallel parking. Great. I'm gonna have to parallel park. I slowly turned the wheel, turning the car into the empty space. Then I turned the other way, helping the car to line up with the other cars parked along the road. Then I stopped, pulled the shifter into reverse, and started turning the wheel in the other direction as my foot eased on the gas pedal ever so slightly. I stopped again, pulled the shfter into park, and put my thumb on the scanner, turning the engine off.

Then I pulled on the car door handle and pushed the door open as I stepped out onto the sidewalk. I closed the door behind me and looked to where the key jack would be. Another scanner I see. I put my thumb on it and it quickly scanned my thumb, thereby triggering the car to lock itself.

I turned around as I pulled the paper out and looked to the address. Then I looked to the address above the door. 33359. I'm here. I breathed in and let it out to calm myself. Then I made my way up the steps leading to the door. I looked to my right and saw a doorbell button. I pressed it and an interesting yet very common bell charm played from the inside. I waited a few seconds as I looked over the paper again.

I suddenly heard a door open and someone began to speak to me.

"May I," Then I heard a wheeze followed by a cough. The man spoke again. "May I help you?"

I continued to review the details of this call. "Yes. Is a, Brian Williams, home?"

I couldn't get over how familiar that name sounded.

"That is I." The man replied.

I began to look up from the torn page as I spoke.

"Were you the one that called-"

I was stunned. From the look on his face I'd take it he was stunned as well.

"Brainy?" I managed to say.

Haha! I bet you wanna know where I got the last name for Brainy. Well, I must say that I got the idea from this other fanfic that I'm reading. I can't remember the name of the fanfic, but I gotta give the writer to that fanfic (and you know who you are, I hope.) the credit for that name.

Now, Helga's spy name was entirely of my creation. I don't even remember how I came up with it. I just remember that I wanted it to sound spanish. Combined with my strange train of thought, and voila! El Jaki was born.

I wonder what will happen next! OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo! Spooky!

No, really. I have no idea what's next in the story. Yet. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Tee, hee! (grins widely) Heeee!

I'm so creepy sometimes!

Thanks to all who have sticked like glue to this story this whole time! I love you all!

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