Chapter eight: Rhonda and Curly
"Now listen Curly just because I accepted your offer to have dinner with you at Chez Paris does not mean it's a date." Rhonda said while she was walking to Chez Paris with Curly.
"Oh, you know you love me, my darling." Curly said in his own creepy way.
"No I don't, and if you keep talking like that I'll run home and never speak to you again!"
"I'm sorry Rhonda. I'll wait for you."
"Whatever, Curly."
They arrived at the restaurant a couple of minutes later and walked in. Then Rhonda just froze at the sight of Arnold and Helga sitting in the same section that Rhonda and Curly were going to be seated.
"Please don't notice us, please don't notice us." Rhonda whispered to herself as she neared the table.
"Hey Rhonda what are you doing here?" Said a voice behind her. It was Arnold.
"Oh, Arnold what a nice surprise." Rhonda said.
"What are you doing here with the lost child?" Helga asked sheepishly.
"I can ask you the same thing Helga." Said Rhonda.
"Well, um…, I um." Helga stuttered.
"Listen, Rhonda, if you don't tell anyone that you saw us here then we won't tell anyone that we saw you here with Curly." Bargained Arnold.
"Deal." Rhonda sighed. She hated not being able to spill gossip, but what could she do? She couldn't let anyone know about her 'date' with Curly. Her reputation would be ruined.
"Thank you. Enjoy your date." Arnold said.
"Likewise." Rhonda said. Rhonda walked away to join Curly.
"Nicely handled, Arnold." Complemented Helga.
"I bet you could've handled her just fine." Stated Arnold who was far too modest for his own good.
"You're too modest Arnold." Helga said.