"It's no fair," Eddy exclaimed as he and Gerald entered the kitchen with Lee, May, and Ed behind them. "You must have cheated."

"Nah, man," Gerald replied as he went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "I'm just that good." He was about to wrap his arm around Phoebe when she held up her hand.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" She said sternly.

"Aw, come on Pheebs." Gerald said as he took his arm away.

"Look Gerald," Phoebe continued in her stern voice, "I love you, but you really need a shower." She looked at him with a glimmer in her eye, which Gerald saw and smiled.

"Alright," he smiled as he walked out of the kitchen. A few seconds later, Phoebe followed in suit.

"Criminy, Pheebs!" Helga yelled after her. "I just cleaned that bathroom!" Everyone began laughing, making Helga look at them. "You think I'm kidding!? I swear, ever since we got this place, they couldn't stay off of each other! They're like freaking rabbits!"

"Relax, Helga." Arnold said, trying to calm her down. "There relationship isn't like ours. Phoebe's dad, while she was under his roof, made it impossible for her and Gerald to be together. That much sexual tension can build up. All they're doing is trying to release it all."

"Somehow," Helga continued, "that doesn't make me feel better. I mean, what if he knocks her up? What then?"

"Gerald's a smart guy." Arnold explained. "They'll be fine."

"What do you mean they're relationship isn't like yours?" Lee said, trying to grasp what was going on.

"Yeah," Marie said. "Didn't your parents have any problems with Arnold?"

Helga let out a sigh. "It isn't that my folk didn't have a problem with Arnold." She replied. "It's just that they didn't care." Everyone but Arnold just stared at her. With another sigh, she began to explain. "My family wasn't really the best example of the perfect family. When it came to my older sister, Olga, everything was perfect. She was given the best stuff, while I, being the lousy second daughter they never wanted, was given the crappy stuff. I mean, hell, Miriam tried her best, but that was only when she was sober. As for Bob, his tv was more important than me. The only one who really showed any interest in me to actually care was my sister." Helga almost broke out into tears as she said this. "Sometimes I wonder if they ever intended for me to born."

"Don't you ever say that." Arnold said sternly, making everyone look at him. "Of course they wanted you. If they didn't they would have given you up." Cupping her face in his hands, he looked her in the eyes. "I for one am glad that you're here. If you weren't, I don't know what I would do." After sharing a kiss, they were interrupted by Phoebe shouting.

"YOU DID WHAT!?" She yelled as Gerald ran down the stairs, scared for his life. He looked as if he hadn't even gotten into the shower. Following close behind him was a fuming Phoebe, wearing nothing but her underwear, while holding one of those large, scrub brushes in her hands. Helga had only seen her friend like this, and it was when those older girls tried to take advantage of her intelligence. As Gerald hid behind Arnold, quaking in fear. Arnold placed his head into his hand.

"Please tell me that you didn't tell her about the video." Arnold said to his friend.

"It kinda slipped out." Gerald replied sheepishly.

"You told me you were gonna delete it!" Phoebe snapped.

"I did." He replied, before saying quietly. "I just forgot that I backed it up onto my computer." Arnold just looked at him. "Hey, it's not like you and Helga don't make your own videos."

"That's beside the point Gerald." Helga retorted. "Arnold's computer is un-hackable. No one knows what kind of viruses you've got." She had just become as fumed as Phoebe. "I mean, criminy! Don't you worry about that sort of thing?"

"I know, I know." Gerald answered. "But I've been too busy. I've got basketball practice, we've been unpacking. I've just haven't had the time yet." He walked up to his girlfriend and began to rub his arm. "I'm sorry, Babe. I'll go delete it."

"Just tell me this," Phoebe began, "do you wanna keep the video?"

"Well, kinda," Gerald replied. With a sigh, she dropped her shoulders.

"Fine," she said, "you can keep the video. But Arnold has to upgrade your computer's security system." Gerald nodded his head enthusiastically. "Now," she put the brush on his chest, "get your ass in that shower." As they climbed the stairs together, Arnold and Helga just shook their heads while the Eds and the Lonergans just stared in disbelief.