Chapter 14

The Plan

"Helga? Where've you been, honey?"

"Out, Miriam," Helga said, stepping into the kitchen.

"Oh, okay, that sounds fun."

"OLGA! Get over here!"

"Coming, DAD!" she shouted back at her father.

"Olga, I need you to fix this blasted TV! I need to watch my new beeper commercial!"

"It's Helga,Dad! H-E-L-G-A!"

"I know how to spell, Olga. Now hurry up, and fix the television!"

"How am I supposed to know how to fix the television? I'm not a mechanic!"

"Your sister could have done it. She won an award for best technician of the year. And she was only six years old!"

"Fine! I'll see what I can do," she said, crawling behind the TV. "Bob, you didn't even plug it in."

"Oh, really? Well, that explains a lot. Now get out of my way, my commercial's on!"

"Hi, I'm Big Bob, the Beeper King. Here at 'Big Bob's Beepers', I'll do everything I can to make sure that you get a quality beeper, at a price you can afford. No refunds!"

"Big Bob's Beepers!"

"Warning, restrictions may apply."

"Oh, brother," Helga muttered. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go join a motorcycle gang and rob a bank."

"Yeah, whatever, just keep it down."

"I'll do that, Bob," she said, as she climbed the stairs to her room. Once she was there, she quickly shut and locked her door and ran to her closet.

"Oh, Arnold!" she exclaimed, talking to her shrine. "What a glorious day it has been! Okay, so maybe I got smashed into a wall, and now I'll probably have a headache till kingdom come, but still! Oh, my sweet angel! How kind you are to me! But why? I certainly haven't done anything to deserve it. After all, I've been anything but nice to you, and yet you risk getting your wonderful face bashed in for me! And nothing did you do for Li-la. And then you walked me home and, oh, Arnold! If only everyday could be like this one! Then I could show you what I'm truly like inside, and maybe, just maybe, you would start to feel the same way about me." She sighed happily but then stopped.

"But how could you?" she wondered. "How could you love me when you don't even know how I feel? I mean, I know that guys are supposed to make the first move, but I don't think we're gonna get anywhere with that rule. You're the type of guy who needs someone's help before you can realize your own feelings, much less someone else's. Alright, fine, you're dense. But that's all the more reason that I should tell you! If I ever want to have any chance at all of being loved by you, or maybe I'm just tired of waiting, then I have to take drastic measures. I must be insane. Oh, well. Now, what's a way that I can confess, without actually doing the confessing?" She thought for awhile.

"Oh! I know! I'll just send him a love letter. It's that simple! I'm surprised I never thought of it before. But the letter better be good if I want to get my point across. I bet I'm gonna regret this, but I dare. I dare!"

With that she picked up a purple pen and pad of paper and began to write.