Hello again fellow readers! Hope you all had a nice week! Mine was okay. A few bumps in the road, here and there, but overall it was pretty good. Well, here's another chapter for ya! Teehee. I've always wanted to use that word in my writing. 'Ya'. I don't know why...oh well.

And the random word of the chapter is...thrifty monkeys!

Yeah, um, I'm, kinda running out of random word ideas, so, yeah. Awkward! If you have any ideas I haven't used yet, please send them to me. Don't worry, I'll make sure to give you credit. Much appreciated!

On my mark. Get set. Read! Haha. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I dO nOt OwN hEy ArNoLd. There. try to unscramble that! Ha!

Helga then yanked Arnold's wrist yet again back out the way they came in. Arnold struggled to respond.

Finally, he said, "Where are we going now?"

Still looking ahead, she responded, "The arcade. Come on." with an excited smile on her face.

She pulled him back the way they came in and headed to the arcade.

She stopped pulling him when they arrived on the sidewalk. They almost immediately slowed to a walk as someone passed by.

Once they were out of earshot, Arnold said, "Why do you keep yanking me everywhere?"

"Sorry," She said, "I guess I get a bit excited when I'm with you. I know it sounds weird, but I guess that's what it does to me. 'It' being, um, y-you know." She rubbed the back of her neck nervously.

"Yeah, I know. I actually heard this saying once about it."

"What was it?"

"I think my grandpa told it to me awhile ago. He said, 'Love can make people do crazy things'. I didn't undersand it then, but, knowing what I know now, I think I get it."

Helga looked to him in confusion and a hint of hope. "Really? How?" She was hoping her fantasy has become a reality.

"Well, remembering how you always called me names and acted angry around me, and then your confession, it kinda makes sense why you teased me. You were trying to hide it. You acted as if you hated me when really it was the opposite. I guess your emotions were so strong that they told you to express the exact opposite of how you feel. Does that make sense?"

Helga looked down at her feet then. "Yeah. That makes sense."

Arnold noticed. "Are you okay?"

She looked to him again and said, "Yeah, Arnold. I'm okay."

"Strange memories, huh?" He said.

"Yeah."

"Hey, remember that dream I told you about that night?"

Helga thought about it for a minute. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, I had that dream when Rhonda did that marriage predictor test on me."

"And, what was the dream?"

"Well, I dreampt that we were just married and I was twenty five. Your dad told me I was going to work on the loading dock of his beeper imporium. I was the only one doing the work while everyone else was supervising me. I slipped on a bananna peel while unloading. On the way home, your dad and I saw a stork fly off the roof. I walked inside and saw three little babies in a crib. You wanted to get out of the house because the crying was 'driving you banannas', but i grabbed your arm and told you that you had to take responsibility, too. I said that I knew that you weren't that mean. You looked away and tried to deny what I was saying. Then I insisted that you weren't that mean. Then you gave in. You told me that you weren't that mean, you even said that you liked me. I think you were about to tell me that you loved me when my alarm clock went off. A real cooincidence, huh?" He rubbed the back of his neck.

Helga was still processing what he'd just told her when he finished. Finally, she said, "Uh, y-yeah. Cooincidence."

"Well, here we are." Arnold said as he opened the door to the arcade and motioned for Helga to walk in first.

"So, what should we play?" He asked her when the door closed behind them.

She turned her head to the left. "How about air hockey?"

"Okay."

Arnold got out some quarters, put in two, and they each grabbed their paddle. (Fun fact: The thing you use to hit the puck around on an air hockey table is called a paddle! Weird, huh? I thought the same thing when I looked it up!)

"I am so gonna own you in this game!" Helga exclaimed.

Cachink! "I'm sorry, what was that? I was too busy scoring in your goal." Arnold said.

"Hey! I wasn't ready!"

Arnold took the puck from the slot. "Are you ready now?"

Helga put her paddle against the table, carefully guarding her goal. Then she nodded. "Ready when you are."

He let the puck go and hit it to Helga. She hit it back to Arnold. Back and forth, back and forth. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Cachink!

"So, what was that about owning me?" Arnold said with a smug look on his face.

"Grrr. You are going down, and I'll be the one to take you there. You got that bub?"

Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Cachink! "Like I said. Totally gonna own you!" Helga said.

"Oh, it's on!"

They continued to play, ocasional scores here and there. Both stayed concentrated on the game. Back and forth, the puck slid. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Back and forth. Back and forth. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Finally, the score was 10-10, next goal wins. Both held a concentrated gaze on the puck, sliding their paddles back and forth in defense of their goal. By now, their faces were so close to the table that they could feel the cool air from the table against their skin. Their free hand was firmly gripping the table, keeping themselves steady. Back and forth across the table, the puck slid. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. This last round went on for several minutes, and then...

...Cachink!

So...how was it? Was it good? Bad? Did it totally blow your mind? Did it turn it to mush? What do you think I could improve? What parts do you absolutely love? Who do you think won? What do you think will happen next? Are you a totally huge ArnoldxHelga fan? Are you just reminising in good memories? Let me know! I'd love to hear from you!

ATTENTION ALL HEY ARNOLD FANS! I bet you are all really bummed about the cancellation of the rest of the making of TJM, right? Some of you are so irritated about it that you want to put the process back in drive. You try to send emails, but it fails. Or, it seems to, so far. Well, a few nights ago, my brain hatched an idea. If we all send letters to Nickelodeon Studios in, New York, I think, telling them to put together and air a, are you ready for this? Hey Arnold reunion weekend marathon, all leading up to the primere of TJM on Sunday night, or, Saturday night, maybe. Telling them to ask Craig Bartlett to come back just to finish the making of it for the marathon, and to remind him of all of us Hey Arnold fans out here who are much less than satisfied. For some reason, my facebook account got 'disconnected', so I can't get on and start anything for it there, so I want you to private message me, telling me that you're on board with this plan, then tell all of your facebook friends, your buddies from school, work, etc., everyone you know who's a Hey Arnold fan about this and ask them to private message me if there on board too. Then, on Facebook, search 'Hey Arnold TJM' and, um, find the New York address from there, I guess. I haven't been on Facebook in awhile, so I can't remember how to find it. Then use that address to send your letter to them. Make sure to include all the details mentioned above. Once I find the address, I'll be sure to post it in an upcoming chapter for you. Next to your name on the letter, or below it, write 'K.C.'s fight for TJM' so they know that we're all together in this. I need all the help I can get on this. So PLEASE HELP ME WIN THIS!

Sorry that was a long notice. I didn't want to forget any of the details. Anywho, I want to give thanks for all who reviewed my last chapter!

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