Helga
"Dad I'm home!" Helga called as she walked in. "Where in the world have you been all day Olga?! I have chores you need to do!" Bob yelled. Helga rolled her eyes "Helga and I was at practice dad didn't you read my note?" Helga turned to her father. "No! I don't care about your stupid note! You should have asked me if you could be in whatever you're in before you just went off!" Bob stomped his foot and Helga crossed her arms. "Well it's not like you pay any attention to what I do anyways. Sheesh you don't even ever say my name right. How was I supposed to know you would care?" Helga threw her arms up the the air when she said that. "That's it little lady! Go to your room! You're grounded for a month and your not aloud to be in that concert!" Helga was now very furious. "No dad! I'm not missing this opportunity to be in this concert with Arnold just so you can get what you want! You never really care about what I think and never care about anyone else but Olga! I mean for God's sake dad you even kicked mom out and blamed me for her being drunk all the time!" Helga squinted her eyes and turned around. "I'll be in my room getting ready for the concert…" she turned her head to see her dad. "As if you care." After that she was on her way upstairs.
Arnold
"Hey Gerald." Arnold turned to his best friend as they were meetingat Arnold's house. "Hey my man what's up?" they did their signiture hand shake as Gerald sat down on Arnold's desk chair. "Not much. I just need to figure out what to wear to the concert." Arnold looked at his wardrobe and Gerald chuckled. "Dude you are starting to sound like Rhonda. Chill out just wear your red plaid shirt with a white shirt under. See problem solved." Gerlald snapped his fingers and leaned back. "Ok." Arnold laid down on his bed staring out throught the skylight. "Oh yeah you talk to Pataki yet?" Gerald looked at Arnold to see him shrug "Couldn't. The teachers were there the whole time directing us and we didn't get any time alone." Gerald shook his head. "You need to ask her before the concert ends because I bet you a million bucks Wolfgang's ganna be there and it's not going to be pretty. Wolfgang won't leave you alone 'til you prove to him that he can't controll your relationship." Arnold sighed "I guess you're right. I better get ready."
When Helga was ready she went for the door… but couldn't open it. "Crap. Bob you better come freaking unlock this door!" but had no reply. 'Ugh. Now I gotta call for help' she thought. She grabbed her phone and called Phoebe. "Hello?" "Hey Pheebes can you come and bust me outta my room? Bob locked me in." "Well I'm very sorry Helga but I'm helping them set up." "Well then who else can I get to help me?" "… Well… I can call Gerald. Him and Arnold should help you." Helga's eyes widened. "Is that my only other option?" "I'm afraid so Helga." Helga sighed. "Ok call them. But hurry! I'm going to be late!" Phoebe and Helga hung up and Phoebe dialed Gerald's number. "Hey Phoebe. Whatchya need?" Phoebe giggled "Um I have a favor to ask you. The concert isn't going to happen if you don't do this." Gerald raised an eyebrow afraid of what she has to say. "And that is…?" "Well when Helga went up into her room to get ready for the concert her dad locked her in and needs some help getting out…" Gerald sighed "Oh my God seriously? Ugh ok we'll go get her." They said their goodbyes and hung up. "What she say?" Arnold was very curious. "We need to go help Helga get out of her room. Her dad locked her in."