This one has been a long time planned. I mean, not nearly as long as the MCU, but the pieces took a while to come up with and fit together since this story involves a huge ensemble cast.

As with many other stories in my imagining of Hey Arnold! season 6, this one is a retread- I mean, uh… spiritual successor to a classic episode. That episode in question is… Longest Monday… which is not among my favorites.

Well, okay, I actually do like it a lot despite the very dubious morality of it, with the older kids being portrayed as irredeemably one dimensional monsters and the bleak implication that the fourth graders will one day abuse the younger generation just to keep the tradition alive. Arnold and Gerald questioning whether they would stoop to Wolfgang's level when they got older did tease a sequel though…

Arnold's fifth grade year mostly passed us by off screen however, so let's see if their views have changed by the end of sixth grade. In my version of the universe, they went through fifth grade without celebrating Trash Can Day, and a year later some are not happy about that…

I had this random idea for the Hey Arnold! kids to form some kinda Avengers team to fight their bullies, and despite my only wanting to make this another standard little episode it ended up boasting an ensemble cast with a lot of development for each of them individually… so this is going to be several chapters longer than my usual form of HA! stories.

Chapter 1: Abhorrent Alliance

As Sunday afternoon gradually faded into evening, the setting sun marked the end of yet another weekend for the schoolchildren of Hillwood. More than the end of a weekend, today marked the beginning of the end of an era for many kids, who would now begin their final week of elementary school. The resulting feeling of excitement in the air overshadowed any fears or doubts the kids felt for what would come next, and the graduating class now found respite by banding together for a casual team competition in the vacant lot affectionately known as Gerald Field.

The lot had proven to be a popular destination not just amongst the sixth graders, but to many younger classes too. After waiting for a large group of fourth graders to finish their game, the sixth grade class at last took to the field that they had once cleaned out and transformed into a baseball and alternatively a football field two years ago. They were joined by a number of fifth graders as well, and soon paired off in a game of grade versus grade. In stark contrast to former class relations in years past, the rivalry between the fifth and sixth grade classes this year was a friendly one for the most part.

And yet, while most kids in the sixth grade were indifferent or even happy to play with the younger kids, some discontent had risen amongst a small but growing few. Discontent had festered into anger and loathing among an even smaller few, and now atop the rooftop of one of the buildings enclosing the field, one such sixth grade boy watched the kids playing below like a hawk eyeing its prey.

As he watched, his displeasure with his fellow classmates' willingness to fraternize with what he considered to be the enemy continually festered. He detested the younger kids, and his fellow classmates' willingness to tolerate them. He glared at them through glass covered eyes and scowled.

"Look at those saps." he hissed, "It's not bad enough they kowtow to the fourth graders who should be groveling at our feet, but they share our field with the fifth graders, profaning it with their presence. It just ain't right."

Suddenly a shadow covered the boy as a much larger boy hovered over him. The smaller boy looked up at the barrel chested muscle bound titan of a schoolboy who stood over him with his arms crossed. To most kids this gargantuan hulk of a sixth grader inspired fear and awe, and yet the small nerdy kid before him grinned when he saw him.

"Hiya boss," the boy bowed to his towering superior.

"What do I have to work with?" the large boy grunted, "Bunch of little butt wads by the looks of it."

The small boy grinned as the setting sunlight reflected from his circular glasses.

"Sure, most of 'em have become lambs before the slaughter, but some of 'em have the potential to become like their predecessors of old, see?"

He pointed at a blonde sixth grade girl below, who was bellowing in the face of a fifth grader and threatening him with her fist.

"Most of 'em devolved into pacifist suckers this year, but some of them still possess the sort of beastly nature, that when properly manipulated can be reigned in… and thus shall they act as the tools by which we shall craft the future, by breaking this world as it is-"

"You really love making these epic proclamations don't you, freak?" the larger boy cut him off.

"How can I not relish this? Look at them. Consorting with fifth and fourth graders like it's no big deal. They don't see how they've bargained away all their power… and squandered any respect from those little brats. Our class could have been so much more…"

The large boy huffed, "Not much more…"

"But they were led astray by a false prophet!"

The nerdy kid pointed down to the field below, where a boy of short stature with unruly blond hair was pacifying the feisty girl that had been threatening the fifth grader before.

"An insufferably mild mannered dope who somehow manages to sway the hearts of hundreds! Everyone thinks the sun just shines out of his butt… he's even believed by some cultures to be some demigod born of a volcanic eruption…"

"Huh?"

"That football headed fool, who twice foiled my revenge plots, continues to soak in underserved glory for turning our class into the heard of sheep they are today! These upstart fifth graders fill me with disgust… for neither they nor the fourth graders of today ever had to suffer through the beatings of mountainous upperclassmen just to maintain their hold over this field! They can never appreciate it as we did! This very field that by the blood sweat and tears of our class became what it was…"

The larger boy looked at his petite cohort with a skeptical scowl.

"I have the support of Gino's organization, but why does a shrimp like you want to bring back the old ways?" he asked, "A guy your size was… and still is a prime target."

"Listen I ain't never been one of them, see?" the small boy growled, "I've always been somewhat outcast among the rest of them. Time and time again I've been denied my dues… even my fair princess never returned my raging geyser of affection for her… like she was somehow immune to my incomparable charm. I've never attained the sort of respect from them I deserved. They all just think I'm overreactive… some even think I'm a little unhinged. But I'll show them all who's overreactive… they'll all be eating those words when they see me as the savior of PS118! Then I, not Arnold will be the one everyone remembers."

The hulking boy regarded the small boy with the outsized personality and grinned. He inhaled deeply and spoke.

"Tomorrow everything changes. Tomorrow those ungrateful little punks will repent with their blood sweat and tears… hey you're right… these epic proclamations do feel good."

"Care to laugh maniacally with me?" the small boy asked.

"Save it." the other said, "Tomorrow begins the longest Monday of their lives… then you can laugh all you want."

"So begins the new legacy of our sixth grade class… and all will remember my name…"

"Just don't forget who you're working for." the sinewy boy said, "We have the unique honor of restoring Wolfgang's vision…"

The two of them grinned devilishly at the lively throng below, eager for the coming day when their laughter would turn to cries of terror.

DUN DUN DUN. I wanted to be just a little mysterious, though it should be fairly obvious who the evil nerdy kid is… but who's the other one? Ah, you can probably guess, but what evil scheme have they got brewing? Find out in the next chapter.

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