Okay, it's been a while, but now I can finish up this 5th Anniversary story of my Oh Rhonda series that I started on last year. Deeply sorry for these delays, but at least it's over now, and next anniversary's stories won't focus on such a long story! Anyway, enjoy!

As the two kids and two adults were gathered in the car, with Sharlene driving, Rhonda looked down in disappointment as Arnold looked to her in concern. "What's wrong, beautiful?"

"I don't know. I guess I feel that because of us dropping out of the race, we kind of copped everyone out of an entertaining race." Rhonda gave a sigh.

"Maybe so, but you had your rights." Arnold said as he put his hand on his girlfriend's and rubbed it. "And let's be honest. If we ate all those... burgers forever, I don't think your club is going to let us live it down."

Rhonda couldn't help but giggle. "I suppose that's true."

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I certainly learned something from being in this strange town." Olga smiled... before frowning. "That these are people are crazy! I mean, have you seen all these people in the fur suits and the babies? It's insane!"

"I don't know, Olga." Sharlene shrugged as she turned the corner. "I personally think that meeting all these people were more of an experience than the actual races themselves."

"Maybe so..." The blonde haired girl sighed. "But I certainly wouldn't want to be involved in something like kart racing again with these strange characters. And we certainly met a lot of them. I mean, what's next, four mutant turtles from the sewers?"

"What do you mean, we're in the wrong era for the races?" Donatello, a turtle in a purple mask asked the race official as he frowned, looking at the four turtles in their karts.

"You're technically not owned by our company. Wait for a few years, then come back and talk to us!" The race official frowned.

"Awwww..." Michelangelo, the turtle in the orange mask, frowned. "Like, that's totally not cool."

"Well, at least we tried to enter." Raphael, the turtle in the red mask, frowned. "So what now, Leo?"

Leonardo, the turtle in the blue mask, paused to think. "How about we get back to New York, take care of the Kraang, then meet up with April for training and pizza!"

Michelangelo grinned as he got in his cart and drove off, the three turtles following as Michelangelo called out, "You're speaking my language, Leo! Booyahkasha!"

"Well, whatever the case may be..." Sharlene shrugged. "At least we had a fun time. Too bad you guys won't remember this experience."

"What are yo-" Arnold started to ask, but before he could go any further, Sharlene held her fingers up and snapped them, causing Arnold, Rhonda and Olga to go into a sleeping trance. Sharlene stopped the car as she waved her hands in front of them. As soon as she was sure she was satisfied, she transformed back into Solara as she got out of the car and started to say some mysterious enchantments that didn't make much sense in one ear, but might make sense in another ear. "Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick, A-Nick, Nick, Nick, Nickelodeon!"

The same orange portal from before suddenly popped into view as Sharlene gave a nod in satisfaction, transforming back into Sharlene and getting into the car as she drove into the portal straight back to Hillwood...

A couple of days later, somewhere in Hillwood in the park, an old lady and a little girl were out playing cards as the old lady was seemingly interesting in the conversation she was holding with the girl. The old lady, of course, was Marcie talking with her old friend, Solara as she had recently told the old woman about her recent adventures at the Nicktoon Stadium.

"Well, I have to offer my congratulations to you, Solara." Marcie grinned as she and the little kid were in a private section somewhere, playing cards. "You certainly showed you were a hero for saving the dimensions."

Solara bared her teeth as she grumbled, "I hate playing hero, though..."

"Still, all the dimensions would have collapsed with us in it had you not convinced the other racers to drop." Marcie explained. "So tell me, what do Olga, Arnold and Rhonda know of this adventure?"

"Nothing. As soon as we got home, I wiped their memories of the invitations and the Nicktoons Stadium like it never happened." Solara explained as she played another card. "So basically, this crossover was for nothing... oh well, not that it matters anyway."

"Probably for the better." Marcie nodded. "After all, too much information can really hurt a lot of people..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're just lucky I didn't choose this moment to grab Helga from Rhonda's brain and destroy her like I should have!" Solara grumbled as Marcie played another card.

"It does show you have some restraints, and that's a good thing." Marcie grinned. "After all, maybe there is hope for you yet..."

"Don't push it, old lady!" Solara crossed her arms. "We may be friends/enemies, but that doesn't mean you can give me hope that I'll turn back to good! I am literally evil and can easily break your old withered bones in a second."

Marcie could only shake her head. "Oh, like you tried to do that one time?"

"Ugh..." Solara groaned as she played another card. Marcie smirked as she put one more card on the table.

"I win. Uno." Marcie grinned.

"What?!" The evil little girl's eyes widened as she saw she still had multiple cards left and groaned, handing the cards back to Marcie. "Best five out of seven?"

"Hmmm... okay." Marcie said as she took the playing cards and started to shuffle them up. "But let's play a new game. Crazy Eights?"

"Fine." Solara rolled her eyes. "I'll beat you yet..."

Meanwhile, over at Arnold's house, as Arnold and Rhonda were studying homework in Olga's room, Olga was coming in, seemingly rubbing her head as the two kids looked up to her. Rhonda looked concerned as she asked, "Olga, is there something wrong?"

"Kids, have you ever had the feeling that we've been away somewhere recently, but you don't remember where we went?" Olga asked.

Arnold and Rhonda looked at each other, blinking in confusion as Rhonda paused, "Now that you mention it... I do have that strange feeling. Arnold?"

"Yeah, you know, I think you may be right." Arnold paused. "But where would we have went together, just the three of us?"

The three people pondered for a bit as Olga sighed, "Well, wherever we went, maybe it wasn't all that important."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Rhonda said as she turned to Arnold. "Okay, Arnold, this project isn't going to finish itself."

"Right!" Arnold nodded as he pulled out the glue. "Let's get that diorama finished up!"

Olga watched the two kids with a smile as she started to depart. But little did anybody else realize was that from within Rhonda's brain, Helga was sitting down comfortably in Rhonda's mind, replaying the forgotten memories that were displayed on the monitors involving the Nicktoons Stadium with a small smile on her face. She then gave a sigh as she pushed the stop button and pushed the delete button, knowing that these memories probably wouldn't even matter... because every day was coming closer and closer for Rhonda to finding out the truth... on finding out who Rhonda really was...

Orange Ratchet Story

"That's All, Folks!"

An Orange-Ratchet Fanfiction

And that is it for this story! How did you guys like it? And now, my final thoughts!

Again, my apologies for the delay in the story, but at least I finished it before the anniversary deadline, and well, overall, the crossover with Oh Rhonda meeting other shows was okay at best. Not the best Oh Rhonda story I made, but at least it's there and I hope I got you guys entertained from it. It was a little difficult getting back to the mindset of the first Oh Rhonda story, since it was so established, but I think I handled it okay, for the most part. Still, next anniversary story won't be as big, but I think you'll find it entertaining all the same! Anyway, thank you all for reading, and have a very wonderful day!