A/N: Yola! Hang-ten! Mushi Mushi! Hola! Aloha! Yo! Screamhili!

Did any of that make sense? Because if it did...... dang.

Oh well. Anyway, here's a story I've been dying to write ever since I thought it up! I will be inserting myself into the story! I'll be the new girl at PS118 named Aurora! That's not my real name, but my mom DID ALMOST name me that. My real name is nothing even close to that. I'd tell ya what it is... but my mom has banned me from letting out information that's too personal. *Shrugs* It's a good thing, I guess. Anyway, I'm now Aurora, and I'm becoming one of the gang! WHOO HOO! I've always wanted to be able to just... JUMP into a tv show and set everyone straight. 'Cause people on tv tend to be really clueless about what's going on around them, or who's the perfect person for them.

So I'm gonna be playing match maker! YAY! FUNITUDE! So here I go.

*Jumps into swirling vortex and plummeted into the show*

Disclaimer: She doesn't own anything. OH! I'm her mom! HI!


Match Maker

Chapter 1

She screamed as she plummeted from the bright, blue skies of Hillwood city.

She threw up a silent prayer that she would live. Then again, this WAS the cartoon world. If you can walk down the street and get hit by an anvil randomly, and survive, then falling from the sky should be a piece of cake to live through.

The ground was coming closer... and closer.... and closer still till-

"OOOOOOOOOW!"

-she hit the concrete.

She groaned loudly and struggled to get to her feet. After a few minutes of trying, she gave up and just laid there. Maybe she should have thought this through a little better.

HONK! HONK! HONK!

She jolted slightly at the sudden noise coming from the road, but didn't get up. This was it. This was going to be her untimely end. Dying in some stupid cartoon version of the world she once lived in.

She was preparing herself to see the cartoon animated version of God when something crashed into her sideways suddenly, pushing her out of the way of the fast moving truck.

She watched in amazement when the truck passed, honking all the while. What hit her? She looked around her, suddenly feeling much better. She looked to her left. No one. She looked to her right. Nothing. She shook her head, once again attempting to get to her feet. Suddenly, though, she was lifted to her feet by her arms. So there was someone helping her. But who?

She stood weakly, and turned around to see who her rescuer was.

His head was rather oblong, and his eyes were a bright green. He wore a green sweater over top of a yellow and red plaid button shirt that was too big for him, and thus, reached all the way down to his knees. He wore some simple sky blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers. He looked at her with concern. Well, she found him. Arnold.

She smiled gratefully at him, but also a bit awkwardly. "Thanks." She said quietly.

He brightened at knowing that this strange new girl was okay. "No problem... but why were you laying in the middle of the road anyway?"

Her eyes widened. What was she supposed to say? 'Oh, I come from another dimension where you're nothing but a made up cartoon character. I decided it might be fun to be one for a while and to knock some sense into that football head of yours, so I just jumped into a vortex and came falling from the sky, only to land on the road and get rescued by you. So... How's it going?' As if... Instead she shrugged. "I... uh..." She kept a cool head despite the situation, while her inner self ran around screaming in panic. "It's a long story, and I'd rather not talk about it... My name is Aurora, by the way." She held out her hand, smiling.

He smiled back and took her hand. He was startled by her grip, but decided to just ignore it. "I'm Arnold." He said politely, shaking her hand.

She smiled lightly and withdrew her hand rather forcefully. "Nice to meet you. So I'm kinda new around here. Do you happen to know where there's a hotel or something I could stay at?"

He raised an eyebrow, looking her up and down. "You're nine, right?"

She raised an eyebrow, before realization struck her. She looked down at herself, and realized that she was five years younger than she was before. She could've slapped herself for forgetting something so vital. She had set the machine to decrease her age down to nine so she could be in the forth grade and observe her prey better. She laughed nervously. "Oh, yeah. I know. But I kinda take care of myself. My mom told me to rent a hotel room... you know... While I wait for her to get her butt down here." She shrugged, mentally patting herself on the back.

Arnold frowned, feeling sorry for the poor girl. She kind of reminded him of someone... But he just couldn't quite put his finger on who. He shrugged, forcing a smile. "Sure, there's one not too far away that I can show you to." He smiled at her and gestured her to begin walking down the road.

She complied and began walking down the sidewalk, where he fell into place at her side. She noticed him looking at her, and frowned. Not good. Let's hope it was for a good reason. "What?" She asked in a rather uneasy and worried tone.

"Oh, nothing... That's just an interesting outfit, is all." He said, examining her clothing.

She blinked, and looked down at herself, only to be startled by some new clothes she hadn't been wearing before. She was now wearing a short dress that went a few inches above her knees, that had three bands of color on it. The first was red, the second was orange, and the third was a bright yellow, and it was all trimmed with white. Underneath she wore some simple white pants, and then some red and white sneakers. The dress, she noticed, was a spaghetti strap. She grinned, completely in awe of her new cartoon clothing that matched her style so perfectly. But then she remembered the shorter boys comment and smirked.

"You're one to talk, Seniorita Skirty." She giggled at her ridiculous name, and looked to him to see a bewildered look on his face.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm referring to your kilt there, with the blue tights underneath. I didn't know there was a ballet studio in Hillwood." She laughed again.

He frowned. "That's not very nice." He observed, looking straight ahead.

She stopped laughing and looked at him, surprised. "I'm just funning with ya. I didn't mean to make you feel insulted. I know that's a shirt and those are pants... I think they suit you well. But I just couldn't resist cracking a few jokes. Sorry."

He looked back at her, and smiled, his sign of accepting her apology.

Aurora stopped by an alley, though, noticing a bit of pink in a trash can. She smirked. This was going to be fun. "Oh, Arnooooold!" She called out, cupping her mouth with her hands like a bullhorn.

He stopped, just noticing she wasn't at his side anymore, and looked back to see Aurora grinning at him for whatever reason.

He walked back to her, and looked up at her questioningly. "What is it, Aurora?"

Her grin only widened as she noticed the trash can lid flinch a bit. She wondered if she could make her crack. She slipped her arm into Arnold's, and giggled. "I just wanted you to see how ever so delightful this... alley is." She giggled again, but more at how stupid that sounded, but not really caring.

Arnold raised an eyebrow, as he looked at her, then at the alley. "Um... It's really nice." He said, uneasily.

She watched as two bright blue eyes stuck out of the trash can, watching them closely.

She smirked, before leaning down and kissing Arnold on the cheek. He jumped a little by her forwardness, but allowed the blonde girl to kiss his cheek, not quite sure what to make of it.

The trash can instantly fell over, and rolled a bit away, but Aurora quickly separated herself from Arnold and picked it back up, setting it up straight. She then grabbed the lid off, and laughed at the girls frightened expression.

Arnold blinked at this new girl's odd behavior and walked a bit closer to see what was so funny.

Aurora smiled at Helga reassuringly, and then slapped the trash can lid back on quick before Arnold could see it's contents.

"WOW! I don't think I've ever smelled garbage that wreaked THAT bad!" She laughed again, before walking casually out of the alley, grabbing a bewildered Arnold on her way out.

The was going to be almost too fun.


Aurora grinned as she entered her new hotel room and locked the door, observing how quaint and nice it looked with all the friendly stripes on the bedding and pastels and smells of air freshener.

She ran over and jumped onto the bed, laughing as she went.

She then stopped, and looked up at the ceiling. "I know that everything I'm doing is being written down this very moment... So... I'd like to inform everyone who's reading this that this is the end of the chapter, I'm going to take a nap now... OH! And remember to review!" She then layed back on the bed and closed her eyes, a smile resting on her tired face. She opened her eyes back up slowly. "Sorry this chapter was so short. We'll continue this once I'm awake again. Also, if anyone wants to be inserted into the story, just tell me a name in your review for what people should call you here, it doesn't have to be your real name, and tell me your characteristics so I'll know who I'm dealing with, and I'll pull you into the Hey Arnold world for a little while to mess around. Also... if there's anything specific you want to do in the story, put that in there too. I'm not guaranteeing I'll let you do what you want in here, but I will tell you what you can do in order to wreak a little havoc without messing up my delicate plan." She grinned at the ceiling, and winked. "I want this to be fun for everyone." She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of giant hamsters breathing fire on some poor random city.