Drago and all other comic elements of Sonic the Hedgehog belong to Archie and the Sonic Team. Nadine and all other characters and elements of Hey Arnold belong to Craig Bartlett and Nickelodeon.

Milo belongs to me.

Drago and Nadine: Ego Trip

Ever since meeting Rhonda back in preschool, Nadine always believed she would never meet someone with an ego to rival—much less surpass—that of the disgustingly wealthy and snobby heir to the Lloyd family fortune.

Boy had she ever been proven wrong.

Case in point: "So face it, Bug Head! There's nothing you brats can do to pull the wool over my eyes!"

The legionized, snow-white-furred lupine Grandmaster even threw his head back to let off a round of raucous guffaws, his sickly lemon eyes landing back on his prisoners after he (eventually) satisfied his desire to gloat.

Nadine and a fair portion of her sixth-grade class, including a petrified Mr. Frank, who hid behind an available desk, stood within the interior of a glowing, neon orange half-hemisphere—a barrier cage, courtesy of Eggman himself. No doubt the egotistical egghead had cruel plans involving the occupants of this school, especially in the case of a certain football-headed young man thankfully not trapped along with the rest of his classmates.

Actually, now that the insect enthusiast pondered about the situation more...

'I haven't seen Helga, Phoebe, and Gerald either—or Rhonda and Milo for that matter.' Where on Earth could those guys have all gone in the craziness between Eggman's Metal Series storming the city and Drago's Dark Egg Legion assaulting P.S. 118?

Stinky, much to the surprise and awe of Nadine and the rest of their classmates and Mr. Frank, adopted a rather Helga-like glare and angrily retorted to the larger, menacing wolf, "An' what makes ya say that?"

Drago, though initially just as taken back by the country boy's attitude, easily slipped back into his display of overblown machismo. He jabbed a finger to his own furry chest and boasted, loud and clear for the whole class—not just Stinky—to hear, "Cuz, farm boy, I got more brains than everyone in this school put together! Even that squirt in blue can't match my brains!"

An arms-crossed Nadine rolled her eyes, unimpressed by the bombastic words; she'd heard better bravado from even Harold—and that was really saying something. "Gee, you don't say," she uttered in a droll tone of voice that would have earned her a wink of pride from Rhonda and maybe even Helga.

Not the least bit discouraged by the sixth grader and her tone, Drago continued on, cybernetic arms crossed in front of his broad chest. "You bet! I'm the smartest, fastest, and strongest of Eggman's Grandmasters! Why else do ya think he picked me for this assignment? So fat chance trying to sneak one past me, girly! Cuz I know everything!"

Nadine merely slapped a hand to her face. 'Geez, he is even worse than Rhonda!'

Unfortunately (for Drago himself, at least), everyone, so wrapped up in the wolf's ego trip of a speech, never noticed a yellow tuft of hair that peeked in from outside the door for the space of a second. Drago, however, due to his sensitive ears, did notice the sound of footsteps...backing up? He frowned in confusion before turning his body in the direction of the classroom door.

He only managed to rotate himself half-way before...

"What the—"

BOOM

Mr. Frank and his class cringed at both the resounding noise of the crash and the resultant collision between the charged-in door, torn clean off of its hinges, and Drago, (unromantically) swept clean off his feet. As of now, the muscle-bound canine lay in a heap under the broken door, stars racing around his head. His comically dazed expression—complete with crossed eyes and tongue lolling off to the side—only emphasized his current state of unconsciousness.

Nadine, in slight amusement, raised an eyebrow at the so-called "genius" sandwiched onto the floor before she raised her line of vision up to behold a most welcome and comforting sight...off-kilter as it was.

Amy Rose and Rhonda, each with an oversized hammer in hand, stood side by side, nothing short of pride gleaming in both their eyes and smirks as the latter casually observed the classroom and tsked at its disheveled state. "Honestly, if all of you are going to invite the one and only Rhonda Wellington Lloyd to a party, then at least pick a place less...academically austere and askew."

The rich girl's entomologically inclined best friend only shook her head at the statement, in spite of the smile on her face. Nadine thought back to her earlier thoughts of someone being able to best Rhonda's sense of pride and confidence. Sure Drago talked the talk—even more than Rhonda did—but...

'Then again, no one backs up their words like Rhonda can.'

Me: That's right, Drago, you mutt! Bow down before the might of Rhonda!

(Catches a certain pink hedgehog's glare)

Me: (rolls my eyes begrudgingly)...and Amy.