Okay, I am back. Sorry for the wait.my computer is pretty bad. anyway,
thanks for all the replies. They help me a lot. I don't own anything
related to Hey Arnold. Here we go.
The ride to their new house wasn't a long one, but it was longer since they had to pick up Helga's stuff from her old house to bring.
The day was mediate in temperature and the hills that surrounded the road were pale green. It contrasted strangely with the blue of the sky.
"So." said Arnold from the passenger's seat. "Here we go."
Helga smiled as she pulled up to her old house, which she had been packing up for weeks. The few boxes sat right inside the empty living room.
As Arnold stepped inside, he looked around. 'So this is where she went off to.' he thought to himself.
"Arnold, c'mere." Helga said as she rummaged through a box and pulled out a smaller looking one.
"What's that?" He asked as he kneeled by her side on the floor.
She opened the box and he peered in at the contents. A pink bow. Arnold remembered that pink bow. A locket. Arnold remembered that locket too.
"Helga.how'd you get that?" he said as he examined it. "My grandma gave this to my grandpa on their anniversary years ago.we never could."
"Open the clasp?"
"Y-yeah."
"Lemme see it." She said as she took it away and expertly opened it, revealing the inscription inside.
"I don't understand." he said slowly.
Helga smiled and began that story, then, to Arnolds appeal, the story of her little pink book and so on.
Near the end of Helga's fifth story (About the parrot) she noticed the intrigued look in his eye.
"What?" she asked, setting the objects back in the box.
"You know," he said. "All of those stories put together would make a pretty good book."
The phone rang, piercing the silence in the Johansen household.
"I got it!!!" shouted Claye as he darted from the couch to the phone. Apparently he had forgotten he was much too short to reach it. That didn't stop him from trying though.
"Claye, stop jumping like that I got it," said Gerald as he picked up the receiver.
"Hello? Oh, Pheebs. yeah, we're fine. how did it.what? Y-you.we are? You're serious? Are you okay? Alright, hurry home.. I love you too.mmhmm. bye."
Receiver down.
Claye couldn't tell if his daddy was happy or going to be sick.
"Dad? Is every thing okay with her?" he asked softly.
Gerald nodded in a shaky way as he made his way the couch where he lied down and turned off the TV.
Phoebe hung up her cell phone, reopened it and dialed a different number.
"Please pick up, Helga." she whispered to herself.
Helga looked into Arnold's eyes. It seemed they had a sort of communication, like a sort of telepathy the way they moth moved in at the same time.
They were interrupted however by a ring from Helga's cell phone, which boasted the 'Habenerra' from 'Carmen'.
Helga was simply going to throw the phone over her shoulder, but stopped when she saw the CID.
Arnold watched as Helga answered the phone.
"Phoebe? Hi. Oh. we're just.cleaning up." She said with a wink at Arnold. He smiled. "Yeah. and?.What?..Oh, Pheebs.really? Oh my. wow, Pheebs."
'What?' Arnold mouthed at Helga.
Helga moved the mouthpiece of the phone.
"Phoebe's gonna have a baby." Helga said as she turned back to the phone.
Okay. I hope you all are liking it. I have to tell you, though, its coming to the end. Three more installations to go. Reply and tell me how I am doing so far. Questions? Comments? Ill answer any questions you got and take all the suggestions. Thanks you guys. You Rock!
Ladida
The ride to their new house wasn't a long one, but it was longer since they had to pick up Helga's stuff from her old house to bring.
The day was mediate in temperature and the hills that surrounded the road were pale green. It contrasted strangely with the blue of the sky.
"So." said Arnold from the passenger's seat. "Here we go."
Helga smiled as she pulled up to her old house, which she had been packing up for weeks. The few boxes sat right inside the empty living room.
As Arnold stepped inside, he looked around. 'So this is where she went off to.' he thought to himself.
"Arnold, c'mere." Helga said as she rummaged through a box and pulled out a smaller looking one.
"What's that?" He asked as he kneeled by her side on the floor.
She opened the box and he peered in at the contents. A pink bow. Arnold remembered that pink bow. A locket. Arnold remembered that locket too.
"Helga.how'd you get that?" he said as he examined it. "My grandma gave this to my grandpa on their anniversary years ago.we never could."
"Open the clasp?"
"Y-yeah."
"Lemme see it." She said as she took it away and expertly opened it, revealing the inscription inside.
"I don't understand." he said slowly.
Helga smiled and began that story, then, to Arnolds appeal, the story of her little pink book and so on.
Near the end of Helga's fifth story (About the parrot) she noticed the intrigued look in his eye.
"What?" she asked, setting the objects back in the box.
"You know," he said. "All of those stories put together would make a pretty good book."
The phone rang, piercing the silence in the Johansen household.
"I got it!!!" shouted Claye as he darted from the couch to the phone. Apparently he had forgotten he was much too short to reach it. That didn't stop him from trying though.
"Claye, stop jumping like that I got it," said Gerald as he picked up the receiver.
"Hello? Oh, Pheebs. yeah, we're fine. how did it.what? Y-you.we are? You're serious? Are you okay? Alright, hurry home.. I love you too.mmhmm. bye."
Receiver down.
Claye couldn't tell if his daddy was happy or going to be sick.
"Dad? Is every thing okay with her?" he asked softly.
Gerald nodded in a shaky way as he made his way the couch where he lied down and turned off the TV.
Phoebe hung up her cell phone, reopened it and dialed a different number.
"Please pick up, Helga." she whispered to herself.
Helga looked into Arnold's eyes. It seemed they had a sort of communication, like a sort of telepathy the way they moth moved in at the same time.
They were interrupted however by a ring from Helga's cell phone, which boasted the 'Habenerra' from 'Carmen'.
Helga was simply going to throw the phone over her shoulder, but stopped when she saw the CID.
Arnold watched as Helga answered the phone.
"Phoebe? Hi. Oh. we're just.cleaning up." She said with a wink at Arnold. He smiled. "Yeah. and?.What?..Oh, Pheebs.really? Oh my. wow, Pheebs."
'What?' Arnold mouthed at Helga.
Helga moved the mouthpiece of the phone.
"Phoebe's gonna have a baby." Helga said as she turned back to the phone.
Okay. I hope you all are liking it. I have to tell you, though, its coming to the end. Three more installations to go. Reply and tell me how I am doing so far. Questions? Comments? Ill answer any questions you got and take all the suggestions. Thanks you guys. You Rock!
Ladida