Helga bit her lip… She didn't know if she could go out looking like this… it was so… foreign. Suddenly Phoebe appeared beside Helga and patted her on the shoulder for reassurance.

"It's okay, Helga. You're still you, no matter what. We just… reinvented your look." Phoebe smiled 'This will be good for Helga… This will break the cycle she has been stuck in…'

Helga took a deep breath before opening Phoebe's front door and walking outside and towards Gerald Field with her best friend and their baseball gloves. Helga tried to keep her breath steady, but with each step she found it more difficult to breathe than before. Suddenly Helga turned to run, but Phoebe was stronger than she looked and pinned Helga into the building against the sidewalk.

"Phoebe, LET ME GO! IM NOT DOING THIS!" Helga was struggling to break free, but to no avail.

"HELGA! STOP IT!" Helga froze. Phoebe was never this loud, it was rare she ever yelled, but when she did, it was stronger than any natural storm. "You are beautiful, inside and out, and we only changed you on the outside. You're still the same Helga, but you have the outside look to prove it. I want you to go to Gerald Field, and prove them all wrong. You're Helga Pataki. You don't take crap from anyone! Do you understand me?!"

Helga nodded, afraid of Phoebe for once in her life. Phoebe released her grip on Helga, and the girls continued walking, finally reaching Gerald Field for their Saturday Morning Baseball Game.

Everyone turned to see who arrived and nobody moved when their eyes landed on Helga. Suddenly, Helga was more self-cautious, but didn't show it to anybody on the field, and walked to the catchers mound for her position. Every pair of eyes on the field followed Helga, and she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. She shook her head to remove her down and curly hair out of her face, and tucked some loose strands behind her ears, revealing Helga's clear face, with only mascara and perfectly tweezed eyebrows. Suddenly everyone gasped.

"OH… MY… GOD…" Rhonda Lloyd slowly approached Helga with one arm nearly extended and a gaping mouth. "Helga, is that you?"

"Yes, princess Lloyd. Any other ridiculous questions?"

Suddenly the field jolted to life and everybody ran towards Helga to get a better look at her and talk to her. Phoebe stayed by the half-gated entrance to Gerald field. Gerald and Arnold approached Phoebe with their baseball bat and baseball mitts. Arnold had a yahoo soda and Gerald was chewing on a Bar.

"Hey Phoebe. Glad to see you. And you're not with Helga." Gerald smiled at his crush.

"Hey Phoebe" Arnold greeted casually, and smiling at Gerald's crush. He hoped they would get together soon. It was getting old watching them cluelessly flirt with each other. If beating around the bush was a contest, they won hands down.

"Hey Phoebe, what's all the commotion?" Gerald pointed with his thumb to a crowd by the pitchers mound.

"Go see for yourselves." Phoebe smiled happily. She wanted to se the looks on their faces when they saw Helga.

Arnold and Gerald shrugged before walking over towards the commotion, with Phoebe beside them, an all-knowing smile on her face.

Suddenly the crowd split open allowing Arnold and Gerald to see what- or rather- WHO all the commotion was about. Both boys stood with their mouths wide open, only they didn't see who everyone else saw.

Arnold's face contorted into 'The Look' and Gerald noticed it too. "CECILE?!" Gerald shouted. Arnold had been obsessed with this girl since almost 4 years ago on Valentines day. He never got over her, and he knew Arnold held a high torch out for Cecile. Now here she was, right before them, in their very own neighborhood.

Arnold spit out his Yahoo soda and gasped, before he ran up to Cecile and hugged her tightly. Helga shifted uncomfortably, and felt like a complete moron. 'Of course! DOI! He has never seen me with my hair down like this. He doesn't know it's me, and neither does Gerald! Just my freaking luck! Helga, you're an idiot. Note to self, never let Phoebe toy with my looks ever again.'

"Cecile! I can't believe it! It's really you! You're actually here! I never thought I'd see you again! I missed you so much!" Arnold let her go, but only to get a better look of her. Arnold was beyond thrilled. Hopefully she still wanted to be his special someone, and hopefully she wasn't going anywhere this time.

Now it was everyone else's turn to be confused… Phoebe was extremely confused "Uh, Who is Cecile?"

"Arnold's French pen pal from fourth grade. They went on a date in fourth grade and Arnold has always had a thing for her. Remember? She was all he could talk about that entire next month of school." Gerald was cool and collected, happy that his best friend had finally found the girl he spent so much time chasing after only to come out empty handed. But now Cecile was here, and Gerald was happy for Arnold.

"Nooo… That's Helga." Rhonda pointed out.

"No, her name is Cecile. My French pen pal." Arnold clarified.

"No, That's Helga." Harold tried to convince him.

"Her name is Cecile, you guys!"

"No, it's Helga. Look at her, Arnold. That's HELGA. As in Helga Pataki."

Helga could only sit in shear fear as the debate went on about her true identity. She didn't say a word.

This went on for a few more minutes, only escalating further between the kids until finally Phoebe was fed up with it!

"SHUT UP!" the field silenced. "That's Better. Now Gerald, Arnold. You truly believe that this is Cecile, Arnolds former Pen Pal from France?"

"We KNOW she is his old pen pal." Gerald stated for the both of them, since Arnold was giving Helga/Cecile 'The Look' again, and gently holding her hand mesmerized by her gorgeous face. Helga was frozen in terror.

"Boys, I hate to break this to you, but that is Helga. I gave her a make over last night. That isn't Cecile. I have before and after pictures to prove it. See…" Phoebe held out her phone, letting Gerald see the transition Helga had made last night… Gerald was beyond flabbergasted… That was Helga, Arnold was gawking at like a love-stricken fool. Gerald suddenly tackled Arnold to the floor in an attempt to get him away from the crazy neighborhood bully.

"Gerald, what are you doing?" Arnold and Gerald began to struggle.

"Saving you buddy! That's not Cecile! It's Helga!" Gerald managed to pin Arnold down.

"No its not, Gerald! It's Cecile!" Arnold tried desperately to get up.

"No, Arnold, It's Not! Look!" Phoebe showed Arnold the transformation photos as Gerald held him down. Arnold finally quit resisting and looked at the photos, only to come to the realization that it wasn't Cecile… it was Helga… Gerald let him up, but Arnold was now extremely angry.

"How dare you! Are you really that crazy? Tricking me into thinking you were my beloved French pen pal, Cecile! That's just cruel, Helga!" Of all the low things Helga had done to him, this had to be top 10.

"Arnold" Phoebe defended "That was never her intention! We did this for Helga, Not as a prank. Helga didn't feel good about herself, and I thought a makeover would help her feel better! I didn't know it would make her appear as your French pen pal."

Arnold began storming off the field, his dislike for Helga growing through the roof. Everybody stood awestruck at what just happened, and Helga looked down to her feel sad, and uncomfortable.

Gerald didn't follow, thinking his best friend needed some alone time to quell his heartbreak.

Everybody else stood there confused, and nobody with answers. The group decided the best thing to do was to start their game.

"Helga, where are you going?" Phoebe asked quietly

"I need to go take care of something." Phoebe began to follow Helga "Alone, Phoebe." Helga clarified.

"Are you certain?"

"Yeah, this is something I have to do, alone." Helga assured her friend "I'll be back later."

"Okay Helga, good luck!" Phoebe hugged her best friend, before sharing goodbyes as Helga walked to the Shortman Boarderhouse.