To please people who find this story 'relevant' as I was just told, I'm making sure it's clear to everyone that when there are quotes from the show, I know Hey Arnold! Has the actual rights to them. They are not my words.
I posted that information on my bio page, but I never know what's going to upset people.
ENTRY 1: Downtown As Fruits
Well, I gotta say, the night didn't end as badly as the day started…
"For crying out loud Miriam! How in the heck am I supposed to go to work without my big white belt?!"
"I put it back in the closet after I picked it up from the cleaners daddy!"
I sat at the counter with my cereal, listening to Bob scowl over a cheap piece of junk he seems to believe could run the business itself. There I wondered how my play would be going that night. Would I receive the standing ovation my heart eagerly desired, or did those losers even bother to practice their lines?
Auditorium
"Hey Arnold!"
"Huh?"
"GET OFF THE STAGE!"
There I was ready to hammer everyone's lines so far inside them, they could taste them, and what happened? A certain someone decided it was his moment to steal the spotlight. Pttss...Arnold. What a daydreamer. What a shrimp. What a goody two shoes. Guy can't keep his head out of the clouds for one day!
Later That Evening
"Hey! Where are the fruits?"
"They're not here Helga. They never showed up."
"What? ARNOLD!"
That play was my masterpiece! I poured my heart and soul into making sure every wimpy kid participating in it knew what they were doing! I didn't spend the little free time I had after school each day coaching those lamebrains just to have two of them play hookey!
Watching my sorry excuse for classmates get hit one by one with whatever the audience had in their pockets began to demolish my dignity bit by bit. A part of me was ready to pound football head into smithereens. Yet, an even bigger part of me just couldn't stay mad at him. The way he's always thinking of others. The way he tends to see the good in every bad situation. The way he always manages to do the right thing.
As I made my way onto the center of the stage, ready to admit defeat, I was thrashed aside. After sliding across the stage, angry as can be about not having the easiest time fixing my costume, I realized my love had come through for me!
After hearing those buffoons finish up the lyrics to the final song (the only one they actually managed to do a decent job on), the crowd gave a standing ovation...and it was all thanks to my beloved.
Oh Arnold! Where would we all be without your moral conscience?