HEY ARNOLD!
FAN-FICTION STORY
By Megawacky Max

Original found at - http://megadimension.freeservers.com/fanficing_beatles01.htm

Part 1: Time to be honest

It's Saturday morning, 6:30 am. Arnold's radio alarm starts ringing. Arnold wakes up slowly and turns it off. He looks up, at his huge window ceiling. Grandpa enters Arnold's room.

Grandpa: Hey, good morning, Short-man!

Arnold: (Yawns) Yeah... good morning, Grandpa.

Grandpa: Well, I'm sure you're hungry. Your breakfast is ready. Are you going to eat, or what?

Arnold: Sure, Grandpa... Just give me five more minutes.

Grandpa: OK, Short-man, but I don't know how much more time I can stop Oskar from eating your food.

Grandpa leaves the room. Arnold takes off his pyjamas and puts on his normal clothes. A few minutes later Arnold is having breakfast with the rest of his "family".

Oskar: (Feels relaxed) Aaahhh! Nothing better than a beautiful Saturday morning! You have no idea how much I love weekends!

Arnold: Yeah, why?

Oskar: It's obvious! I don't need to work on weekends!

Suzie: Hey, what are you talking about? You never worked!!

Oskar: What!? So, what I was doing last Wednesday at this same hour?

Suzie: You were at the racetracks looking for coins on the floor!

Oskar: Well... I don't mean the last Wednesday... er... I mean... the other Wednesday... yeah, that's what I mean.

Ernie: Talking about money... You owe me fifty dollars, don't you?

Oskar: WHAT?! ME?! I don't think so! It was fifteen bucks, not FIFTY... I guess.

Mr. Hyunh: No, no... I remember it perfectly. You borrowed FIFTY dollars from Ernie. I was here when you did it.

Oskar: And who asked for your opinion? I borrowed fifteen bucks! Listen carefully: FIFT-EEN dollars!

Ernie: You're nuts!

Oskar: No, I'm not!

Then another "Breakfast Fight" starts. Arnold doesn't want to be part of the mess, so he stands up and leaves the room. Arnold leaves the boarding house. Outside is Gerald waiting for his friend.

Gerald: Hey, Arnold! What's going on inside?

Arnold: Oh... just forget that. It's the typical Breakfast Fight.

Gerald: (Confused) The typical breakfast WHAT?!

Arnold: Just another morning argument. It happens all the time.

Gerald: Looks like you're already get used to that.

Arnold: Something like that, Gerald. Anyway, what are we gonna do today?

Gerald: I don't know... What about fishing? It's a nice day.

Arnold: No, thanks. I'm not in the mood.

Gerald: So? What can we do?

Arnold: Let's go to the park. As you say, it's a nice day.

Gerald: The park? What are we going to do there? We have no kites! And I don't want to play football.

Arnold: I was thinking of a baseball game. Maybe the guys are there. We could try.

Gerald: Yeah, we could. Anyway, looks like this will be another typical Saturday.

Arnold: Gerald... I don't know WHY, but I feel this is NOT a singular weekend day. Believe me, something unusual will happen.

Gerald: Ooh! That's spooky! Oh, c'mon, Arnold! It's just ANOTHER TYPICAL SATURDAY!

Arnold: Well... if you say so, Gerald...

Arnold and Gerald start walking to the park. Meanwhile, at Helga's house, she's waking up. It's ten o'clock in the morning. Helga sits on her bed.

Helga: (Yawns) Saturday again! It's always the same routine. Wake up, have breakfast, boss around, back home, have lunch, then go to Phoebe's house. Later go to the park and boss around again, much later back home again, have dinner, watch TV, take a bath and then go back to bed. Oh! What a life!

Helga walks to the door, but before she can reach the door handle she stops and looks to her closet.

Helga: (Smiles) But, before all that...

Helga walks to the closet. Opens the door and goes inside it. There she turns on the light and approaches her Arnold shrine.

Helga: (Still smiling) Good morning, my beloved Arnold! (sighs) Oh, may I have the honor to see you today? I would like to tell you all what I feel to you. I would like to... (serious now) But... What I'm saying?!? I won't ever say anything to you! (sadly) Why? Why?? WHY??? Why I can't just approach you and say "Arnold, I love you"? Why I'm so shy? (silence, she lowers her head) What's going on with me?

She rises her head and looks sadly to the shrine, smiles again and comes closer to the shrine. Starts dancing around with the shrine's head in her hands, sighs and stops dancing. Someone starts to clap.

Helga: (Frighten) What? Who's there?

Helga looks behind her. There's Phoebe, clapping.

Phoebe: (Still clapping) Whoa! What a show, Helga!

Helga: (Worried) Ph ... Phoebe??? Oh... what are you... doing here?

Phoebe: (Stops clapping) Yesterday you told me to come here today at this hour to go to the park. So, here I am. (She smiles) But, I hadn't  any idea about this "Weird-O-Romantic" show!

Helga: (Worried. Puts her hands on Phoebe's shoulders) Quick! How much did you see?

Phoebe: Enough to understand you love Arnold. Right?

Helga: (Worried) NO! NO! NO! I don't love that stupid football head! That's ridiculous! Heh, heh, heh... Isn't it?

Phoebe: Helga, I know what I saw. You were dancing around your bedroom with an Arnold-like sculpture in your hands. Must I say anything more?

Helga feels slightly dismayed. She knows Phoebe knows about her big secret. She also knows that Phoebe won't say a word about it. After all, she is her best friend.

Helga: OK, let's calm down... I knew some day you'll discover my secret... but I have no idea that day would be today. Yes, Phoebe, you're right. I love Arnold.

Phoebe: I knew it! I knew it! I always suspected you loved Arnold! Well, congratulations, Helga! So, when will you tell him?

Helga: Are you crazy? I can't talk to him!! He mustn't know what I feel for him!!

Phoebe: What do you mean? Don't you want Arnold to know it? Don't you love Arnold?

Helga: Phoebe, it's a hard thing to explain. I've always loved Arnold... but I've never had the guts to talk with him about my feelings. I always thought that, maybe one-day, I would be valiant enough to tell him. But, all the times I tried to say "I love you, Arnold", the words just get stuck. I can't, Phoebe. Believe me.

Phoebe: The only thing I believe is this ... you love Arnold, and I, as your best friend, am gonna help you to say those words to him.

Helga: (Cheers up) Re... Really? You would do that... for me?

Phoebe: I'm your best friend, Helga.

Helga: (Convinced) yes, you're right, Phoebe! I, Helga G. Pataki, will confess all my feelings to the boy I love!

Phoebe: That's the spirit, Helga! Let's go, we gotta find Arnold!

Helga: (Surprised) what?! Now??

Phoebe: Of course, Helga.

Helga: (Nervous) Well, I ... I ...

Phoebe: (Grabs Helga by the arm) C'mon ...

Phoebe and Helga walk to the door. Suddenly, Helga stops.

Helga: But ... WAIT! What if he doesn't love me?

Phoebe: Oh, just forget that!

Phoebe grabs Helga's arm again and pulls her out the door.

- End of part 1 -