Hey Arnold! AFD: The Unaired Scene

AN: So, I bet you're all wondering exactly what Arnold and Helga's thoughts were when they "tangoed" that night. Look no further, it's the tango rendition! This chapter takes place during the April Fool's Day episode. Obviously, I added a couple things that took place behind the scenes that they couldn't put on television. High Teen rating!

J.A.M: Lol, well I can't exactly help what comes out of my mouth. Thanks for the review!

Em Pataki: Oh, Arnold still thinks she's blind, but Helga is picking on him about it. Thanks for the review!

Acosta Perez Jose Ramiro: Yup, he even thinks she's blind almost the whole time at the dance! Although that's in the episode as well, here's my POV on it. Thanks for the review!

CoolGirl-Pataki: I leave it up to the readers to decide whether or not they have sex that night, And yes, this is my interpretation of the end of the April Fool's Day episode. Thanks for the review!

Eveythingicecream: I loved writing that part. My writing was actually not as good eleven years ago, so that shocks me you said it was well written. I'm glad you enjoy it, thanks for the review!

Guest: (July 17th, chapter 2) I laugh every time I read this story back. I pick it up a lot of times when I'm in a bad mood or had a bad day. Thanks for the review!

CHAPTER 5: "The Tango Rendition"

Helga couldn't comprehend how happy she was that she was still pretending to be blind. She had managed to pull off her prank with Arnold that evening and even made him perform for her exclusively; all because he was too dense to believe she could see anything.

Arnold was secured. He would see through on anything to make her happy if she was blind. If he was subterfuge to her blindness, he would do anything to fulfill her. He was completely empty but knew that Helga needed nourishment, so he would give it to her. After all, she was feeble because of her blindness. Arnold hated to admit it, but the guilt of what he did to her earlier was getting to him. Helga was torn apart because of him! She was disrupted, shaken up, and overall…

"… I'm not okay!" She said, waving her cane and her left arm, walking in the middle of the dance floor. "Where's the dumb Football Head that blinded me for life?!"

Arnold rubbed his head, walking over. He was in pain from being thrown to the other side of the dance floor. "I'm right here, Helga."

"Take me to the can, Jeeves. I'm about to explode." She walked away with Arnold, who was taking her right arm in a dignified manner.

Gerald had his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes from behind them.

"Now there's a lovely image…"

Helga loved the fact he was taking a groping effort to be less uncertain or hesitant with her, but she was wondering curiously how far his attempts would go. Would he offer to volunteer himself and go in the bathroom with her? It was tempting, but she needed time by herself to understand, even though she was blind. She was already going crazy with the intensely enthusiastic emotions he was giving her that evening…

Arnold was hesitant and nervous with going through bathroom proceedings with her. He had never been in a girl's bathroom before and had never seen what a girl's bathroom looked like. He knew she was blind and he was unable to figure out if she would be alright by herself in the bathroom alone. Would she have the skills to find the toilet and the sink? Would she need any help undressing herself?

Arnold couldn't believe himself for thinking such things, but he was wondering if she could handle herself effectively in a bathroom stall. He was her steering and she might need guidance. He needed to ask her to figure it out.

He opened a door to the hallway and began to walk her over to the bathroom.

"… Uh, here we are, Helga… the girl's room." He put her hand on the door. "Can you… take it from here?"

She turned to look at him.

"Fine, I'll grope my way into the stall." She was slightly disappointed as she turned away. "Thanks for nothing."

Arnold walked away sadly as she shut the bathroom door. He wasn't sure, and he was also very uncertain; what else could he do since she was blind? He was filled with grudged admiration that Helga didn't need to use him directly anymore.

Helga knew Arnold was an idiot for still being unable to see she wasn't blind. He'd stood intensely beside her that evening and had not given her one moment of peace. She loved playing with her love, but she was getting tired of him drawing into her. All evening, Helga could see how much he was watching her, and hated the fact he couldn't see that she wasn't blind. She'd been watching his moves intensely too.

Helga felt awful for thinking such things, but she was wondering how deeply Arnold wanted to get inside of her. How closely did he want to get to know her…?

Helga moved her arms around to try and find her way to a mirror. She finally reached a mirror on her right side.

"Whew," She took off her glasses, looking sly. "Alone at last…"

She heard a toilet flush behind her and saw Phoebe in the mirror. Her eyes widened as she turned around and backed against the sink.

"Phoebe? Geez, don't scare me like that."

Phoebe was surprised as she pointed at Helga. "Helga, you can see me? Is your eyesight returning?"

Helga grabbed her friends face to make her see she wasn't blind. "Phoebe, I'm not blind. I can see everything!" She walked back over to a mirror.

Phoebe blinked, putting a hand to her mouth, surprised. "Oh, my."

"… And I especially can see Arnold falling for the greatest April Fool's joke in history!" She drew a picture of Arnold's head for Phoebe to see. "I totally have him fooled, the fool. He's the one who's blind."

Phoebe stared; surprised Helga would pull such an awful trick on Arnold. "Gosh Helga, I'm amazed. I mean, I'm actually…" She began to giggle. "Impressed! It's a brilliant April Fools prank."

Helga stared slyly, unaware that Gerald was listening to everything they were saying through the boy's bathroom air vent.

"Ha – ha – ha! Pretty good, huh? I'm chomping everybody. It's easy as pie! And you know why; because the people we hang out with are lamebrains and saps," Helga grabbed a paper towel to wipe her hands, remembering Arnold. "And the biggest lamebrain is Arnold. Ha! I can't wait to see the look on his idiotic face when I break the news to him. There's just one more dance to go and then it's time to announce the king of fools."

Helga stretched her right leg through the stall to flush the toilet.

Phoebe grabbed her cane as Helga put her glasses back on.

Helga continued speaking. "… but until then, mum's the word, got it?" Helga took her cane.

"Mumming!" Phoebe smiled.

Phoebe grabbed Helga's left arm to help her walk out of the bathroom even though she wasn't blind…

Arnold felt like he'd been punched before he walked over to get some more punch. She'd been treating him terrible and also very awful. She couldn't see anything because of him and he didn't know what else to do about her being blind. He was starting to see she was able to see more clearly than normal for a blind person, but that was not based on reason or evidence that she was no longer blind. After all, he had blinded her, right?

He was very confused…

He remembered Helga's love confession clearly and it made him feel extremely regretful. It was not easy to play the game of love, so he was playing it hard with her. What happened with them that night made his cheeks burn, and what he did to her at the end of it was bad. He shouldn't have called it the heat of the moment. There was more that happened between them than that…

Arnold reached to pour more punch as Gerald approached him with his hands on his hips. "Guess what, man? Helga's faking it. She's totally pretending she's blind."

Arnold was surprised and embarrassed. It took him a moment to perceive Gerald was talking about Helga's blindness, not her FTI confession. "Pretending? Helga?"

Gerald pointed at himself. "I just heard her tell Phoebe the whole thing. She said you're a lamebrain, and a sap, and a chum."

Arnold couldn't believe it. He was angry as he turned away from Gerald. Arnold said, "So, she thinks I'm a lame-brain and a sap, huh?" He drank the rest of his punch, crushing the plastic white cup.

"… And a chump," Gerald put a reassuring arm around him. "Maybe it's time you give Helga G. Pataki a taste of her own medicine."

"Gerald, I think you're thinking what I'm thinking."

Gerald whispered into Arnold's ear… dance a feisty tango with her and throw her in the water...

Arnold's smile widened. He knew just the way to do it.

Arnold turned to his best friend and said. "That's even better than what I was thinking."

Phoebe listened curiously to Helga's story about her silly afternoon and evening with Arnold. She directed her friend over to the nearest table that was farthest away from everyone. Helga was blind and couldn't see anything, so she took off her glasses a moment.

Helga said, "Criminy, these dark glasses are giving me a headache. Phoebs, don't ever go blind, you understand?!"

Phoebe giggled. "I find it quite amusing that Arnold would judge you're blind after you've seen a taxi, called the manager at Slauson's by his name-tag, and cared for him after he fainted."

Helga shrugged. "I've been pretty careless since he's so thickheaded. I mean, the moron still thinks I'm blind." Helga sighed. "Oh well, it's not so bad. He's been answering to my every command. I even got a free ticket to an event this evening."

Phoebe blinked once at her friend.

Helga grinned. She continued talking, looking slightly sheepish at the way he acted. "… Uh, yeah, it's some artifact that happened between us. Arnold showed me parts of him I never thought I'd see…"

Mr. Simmons was standing next to Principal Wartz as he looked out at the people on the dance floor. He held up his arms to get their attention.

"All right, people. It's time to… tango." He grabbed Principal Wartz, acting like he was going to dance with him.

Phoebe and Helga giggled to themselves privately about what Helga just said.

Phoebe saw Arnold. She grabbed Helga's left arm and pointed at him, hoping that Helga would see him and Gerald walking over… even though she was blind.

Helga blinked. She was worried Arnold would know they were talking intimately about him. She put on her glasses to show him she was still blind, even though she really wasn't.

Arnold grabbed Helga's right shoulder. He was angry she managed to make him perform for her all evening, but he felt less guilty that she wasn't blind. Now, he knew she had gone along with everything he had been doing to her, certainly she didn't mind. …

"Oh, there you are, Helga! Just in time for the tango." He narrowed his eyes, suggestively.

Helga was unresistant as she held out an arm and drew back her head. "Bring it on, Football Head. Let's cut a rug."

Phoebe stared at them both, wondering how much they would tango that night…

Arnold dragged her out to the middle until she was away from everyone. To do it properly, he knew they needed to be alone.

She had been playing pretend with him for too long. It was time for him to have some fun with her.

Arnold pulled her left arm towards him aggressively and quickly turned her around grabbing her possessively. She was all his and he could do whatever he pleased to her. Oh, he had the power now. He could have his way with her anyway he wished.

She couldn't see what he was doing to her, she was blind…

Helga couldn't move or walk even if she wanted to. She had never been this close to him and she didn't know how to feel about Arnold's new-found determination towards torturing her.

Arnold groped her body to him and walked quickly to her right side. He stopped himself a moment to swing Helga aggressively to his left. Oh, this was the sense of control he liked. He was beginning to understand why Helga liked being so aggressive. It was fun watching your opponent black out.

It was fun watching their eyes bulge open even though they were blind.

Helga's glasses flew off and her eyes opened wide at the amount of distance Arnold was leaving between the both. She grabbed her glasses quickly to stare in shock at him. She didn't understand where he was getting his energy from.

What was the purpose of tossing her around? Did he like to watch her head be thrown back in agony?

Arnold narrowed his eyes slyly, knowing what she was thinking. He was overjoyed to give it another go. He pulled at her again; bringing her possessively to him and tangoing in the other direction.

It didn't matter what direction they went in while tangoing, either way was fun. A tango was a tango and Arnold was going to tango with her as hard as he could. When would be the next time he would have a blind girl wrapped around him?

Helga moaned, feeling even stranger as Arnold swung her around over to her left again. It didn't matter if she was blind or not, she couldn't think.

He pulled her against him even more intimately, looking deeply into her eyes. He was trying to convince himself the reason he lifted up his left leg was to swing her around more roughly to her right side. It was, wasn't it? After all, she was blind… well, kind of.

All of it was so fun. He loved agitating her, and she was available to be agitated.

Harold and Patty looked up from looking at each other. They stared in amazement at Arnold tossing Helga to the right side of the dance floor and bringing her back to him closely.

Arnold was provoked deeply and that was why he was aggravated… but he had her now. He had her whether she was blind or not.

He narrowed his eyes, seeing her terrified and shocked look. She would listen when he was going mad.

He said, "Must be strange not being able to see anything," he narrowed his eyes at her even more. "Anything at all."

Helga looked away, unable to stare into his eyes, even though she was blind.

She didn't understand it, she loved him, and she didn't know why she didn't understand her unhappy and sad feelings. Why didn't she want to be so cozy close…?

…She guessed it was because she didn't feel a friendly and informal atmosphere while being surrounded by him…

She finally spoke, somewhat hesitantly.

"It is, it's very…" Arnold dipped her roughly, continuing to disclose his true identity.

Helga was honestly terrified, as she looked back up and spoke questionably to him.

"Arnold, you're being kind of rough."

Arnold reminisce those words from the past, a smug expression filled his face. He could seduce her easily. Tangoing wasn't a responsibility. He could clearly train her to follow all his commands. All he had to do was turn on the charm a little.

"Don't worry my poor, blind, friend." He said hoarsely, dipping her closer to the ground and moving in on her. "You're in good hands."

He smiled flirtatiously at her as he pulled her back up roughly, making her groan.

She loved the fact he was taking control, yet she hated it. She was supposed to be the dominant one in acting; she was better in drama than him, anyway.

She was wrapped around him now and was starting to like this side of him that he hid from everyone … but he couldn't know she liked his aggressive side! She had to regain composure; show him she wasn't an accessory he could toy around with all night.

She liked the shaking vibe he was filling her with, but what on earth was taking place underneath them?

Arnold threw her carelessly across the right side of the dance floor as the ground began to open underneath them. All the kids stopped tangoing…

…Except for Arnold and Helga…

Harold dragged Patty away from the opening, so she wouldn't fall through.

Sid and Stinky stared in confusion at the ground.

"Um, fellers. Is it just me or is the floor moving?"

Everybody except Arnold and Helga began to back away.

Arnold led her away to the right, from the pool opening and everybody else. He couldn't continue to manipulate her emotions when she was distracted with anything besides him.

Helga was completely drawn into him now. She couldn't turn away if she wanted to. As strange as it sounded for her to think, she needed to create some comfortable distance between them, for once, get up on his level…

…Unfortunately, Arnold wasn't having it. He was satisfied she was dissembling to be blind. He loved the notions he was throwing at her as he blocked off the area around them. He was on top of things. No matter how many times she walked backwards, he wasn't letting her go.

She wouldn't mind if he held her hostage, anyway…

"Helga…" He walked awkwardly to his right, feeling emotionally unrestrained for some reason. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

He stopped his right leg, taking an interval and quickly throwing her off to her right before either of them could react.

Helga nearly choked at Arnold purposely trying to get to know her more personally again.

He brought her in front of him and smiled daringly at her, putting his two arms around her to grab her hands.

She smiled. She wasn't about to let him have the last move. He wanted to tell her something; she could perceive it. Certainly, there was a secret she wasn't telling him as well; she wasn't blind. She could see clearly what he had been carrying on.

She would regain victory in the hostage game he was playing with her. She would dominate him and take him as her prisoner.

She grinned at him as she said, "There is?" Arnold continued to move with her. "Funny, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, too."

Arnold looked down nervously as she grabbed his arm…

…But she threw him aggressively over to his right before he could make a move.

Arnold didn't care about the attention they were starting to attract. He didn't care about Sheena yelping in pain and scowling down at him. What he did care about was Helga tossing him away before he could make a seductive move on her again.

He couldn't help but think; why was she torturing him so…?

Then, he wondered slightly why he was thinking that she was torturing him so…

He scowled back at Helga's smug expression, wanting to dominate her more and not understanding why a blind person would dominate him… Oh, wait, she wasn't blind. He'd completely forgotten…

He was feeling uncomfortable and irritated. How dare she do that to him?! He was calling the shots now.

He pulled her back to him as everyone continued to stare at the two preteens.

Helga nearly choked once again at Arnold's determination.

"Yeah," Arnold took a breath, not appreciating her groping and rubbing his butt, even though his body seemed to like it for some reason. "I've just been waiting," He handedly studied her curiously. "Waiting for the right moment…"

Arnold looked concerned over his recent attempts to get to know her. He was so curious and despite what happened before, he still didn't know her that well. He had a lot going on her.

Helga groped him tighter, replying confidently. "So have I."

Arnold moaned when they were away from everyone else, not aware that people were staring at them. He needed to regain his dignity, somehow…

What was wrong with him? He was only playing around with her. This was only a game. He couldn't possibly have feelings that went any deeper, right…?

Helga was too busy concentrating on Arnold's state to care about anything else. She would regain control. She would regain control if it took until the end of the dance; she wasn't blind.

Arnold looked desperately to her.

Feeling her groping hand on his waist, he whispered, "…Trying to examine me like you did an hour ago? Because if you want to do it again, you're already making me ready, feel that?" he said, pressing a certain part of himself against her leg as they turned around. "Or would you rather see than feel?"

Helga saw the pool water and turned away, so Arnold wouldn't accidentally fall in. She knew he wasn't concentrating correctly because of her…

…And she loved it!

"Are you kidding? I'm blind, Arnold!"

Arnold narrowed his eyes; quite aware she had just turned away from the water he wanted her to fall into. While she was turned away from everyone, he rubbed his hands on her torso in a similar fashion, just enough to get her wound up, even though she was blind.

He smiled smugly. "I can see you obviously can't see anything."

Helga liked the way he was feeling her to make her feel something. She smiled, admitting. "…but I can trace everything you're doing."

He whispered seductively. "Am I opening your eyes?"

Helga grinned back teasingly. "Yup!"

Arnold continued to rub her as they turned back the other way to walk towards the water again.

He whispered to her. "I'm bothering you, huh?"

Helga sighed admirably, growling at her weakness. "I'm aggravating you, too!"

Arnold narrowed his eyes. "I'm irritating you more…"

Helga cried out. "I'm annoying you!"

Arnold grit his teeth. "I'm mocking you…"

Helga wept. "I'm disturbing you, can't you see?!"

They both stopped moving, looking around at everybody watching them…

Helga's eyes widened, (AN: Let's all say it together… "Even though she was blind!"… DV rolls eyes)

She scowled at Arnold. "Why is everyone staring at us?!"

Arnold dipped Helga roughly to distract her from everyone but him. She squealed in surprise. He said, "Are you blind?! They're looking at you because you're more turned on than I am!"

She growled, "Not on your life, you fool…"

He had to be dominating somehow. He had to take control. This was the only way he could do it. "There's only one fool here, and it's you, Helga." He brought her up from the dip to swing her towards the pool.

"No…" Helga took off her glasses, stopping before she went in. "You, Arnold!"

Arnold was feeling inflamed in every way as he brought Helga under him. "Actually, it's you, Helga!" He insisted, tossing her across the dance floor on top of the pool water, putting his hands on his hips and staring at her smugly.

More turned on? He had to admit, she had won that victory. "…April Fools."

Helga was stunned and screamed as she was dropped into the water.

Everyone gasped at the event that took place between them…

Arnold had beaten her. He'd beat her at her own aggressive game by dominating her and throwing her into the pool water.

There was nothing else she could do. The tango was over and he'd won…

Helga came up out of the water, coughing and exhaling abruptly. She looked up hesitantly at Arnold, feeling small.

He smiled smugly. "Joke's on you this time, Helga. I know you're not blind!"

Helga didn't care for the moment how Arnold found out she wasn't blind. She cared about regaining her dignity in front of everyone, even though Arnold had already won the tango.

"Fine," She turned away a moment. "You win. The least you can do is help me out of here."

She held out a right hand for him to grab and he reached out, deciding he could let down his guard slightly to let her out of the water.

Helga grabbed his hand roughly, pulling him in with her. Oh, she liked the feelings of being in control.

Arnold squealed out in surprise, feeling tons of things wash over him as the water got all over him when he went under. How could he be so stupid? Of course, she would pull him in with her.

He felt defeated and embarrassed as he came back up to look at her.

She smiled smugly. "Ha! Gotcha again, Football Head."

Everyone had gone… except for Arnold and Helga.

Arnold stepped out of the pool to walk out of the gym and into the hallway a moment. He had ignored Helga the entire time. He was too embarrassed to deal with what he had faced with her, and too smug to admit it was wrong. She had been messing with his brain all evening. He only felt it was right to return the favor. What was so wrong with that?

Why did he feel so awkward with her?

Helga was staring at the hallway door, feeling apprehensive. She was in the pool. She understood quickly that he left her alone. What was he going to do next?

What's he doing walking away and leaving me all wet in here. Where's he going?

Arnold came back with two white towels, throwing one flamboyantly towards the pool and not looking at her. He was too embarrassed and ashamed to speak to the girl he'd been experimenting with all night…

Thankfully, Helga caught the towel, but she was starting to worry about Arnold. He was acting strangely distant towards her, and she hated not knowing what was going on with him.

She climbed out of the water, placing the towel around her shoulders, and wringing out her pigtails.

Where were her glasses…?

She began to walk over to him, cautiously.

Arnold heard footsteps from behind him and turned himself to face her, holding out the glasses he retrieved from the bottom of the pool.

Helga took them gently, not needing them anymore. She could see what he did to her. It killed her to see him so weak. She had to snap him out of his state.

"…What was that for, Football Head!?"

Okay, maybe not the most appropriate way for her to start the conversation, but she was mad.

Arnold's eyes widened slightly. He couldn't blame her for being angry, but once he started playing the game with her, he couldn't stop himself.

"…A little shower to cool you down?" He offered, remembering his earlier thought when she grabbed his shirt up in his room.

What else could he say to her?

Helga couldn't believe he had such courage to confront her. He purposely did the things he did to her that night, knowing her bullying reputation!

She was proud of him…

…But it would take her quite some time to get over the shock he threw at her.

"I'm speechless." She admitted.

Arnold looked away from her eyes, guessing he came off too strong. He had to show her that he cared, that he wasn't all about taking control of her.

He liked it when she took control…

"I…" He paused a moment to look back at her. "… Liked it if you liked it."

Helga blinked. Could they do it again? Here?

She looked around the gym to make sure nobody was listening to them.

She turned back to Arnold, chancing a smirk.

"Are you blind? That was fun!" She tagged his arm roughly. "Now let's do it again, away from everyone!"

She dragged him away before he could respond, deciding she could let her guard down and let him inside one more time…

The End!