The kids backed off after Arnold�s outburst, but the kids were the least of their problems. They all got home to very angry parents.. except Arnold of course.
"Gerald! Upstairs! Now!" yelled Mrs. Johanssen.
"Yes Mommy," said Gerald trying to be cute so he wouldn�t be punished as much.
Gerald�s mom followed him into his room and they had a little talk
"Gerald, I'm very disappointed in you. Public affection especially at your age is a big no no. Jamie-O never did that at your age. I'm sorry but I am going to
forbid you from seeing Phoebe until I tell you you can."
"Yes Mom," said a sad Gerald
"Phoebe what on earth were you thinking!!!" yelled Mrs. Hyerdahl.
"We were just kissing." said Phoebe meekly
"Oh, your teacher said canoodling and I thought something else, I'm sorry"
"Mom!" squealed phoebe with shock
"Well, you still have to be punished even if it was just kissing. You can�t see Gerald until further notice."
Phoebe just cried.
Sid and Nadine had near identical conversations with their parents and were both very sad.
"HELGA!!!!!!!" boomed Bob as she got home from school.
"Hey Bob, you called me Helga, and you�re home early from work. It must be my birthday,� said Helga sarcastically.
"YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE LITTLE LADY! OLGA WOULD NEVER...."
"Bob, calm down, I'm watching TV," said Mirriam
"Helga, I forbid you from seeing ORPHAN BOY ever again! Olga had much better taste in boys and of course she waited until she got to high school to begin
dating and I hear that you are caught making out with ORPHAN BOY in a public situation. Go to your room and STAY THERE!!!!"
"DON'T EVER CALL HIM ORPHAN BOY AGAIN!!" Helga screamed and ran up to the solitude of her room.
"Hey Short man, hear ya got caught liplocking with that Helga girl. Heh, its about time!"
"Grandpa!" said Arnold turning bright red.
"Your fruitcake of a teacher called wantin me to punish ya! Boy did I tell him good!! hehe I'm such a wily old coot. Well, invite her over already, I've got some
empty rooms in the boarding house." Grandpa winked.
"Grandpa!" said Arnold again. but decided to call Helga to see if she could come anyway and hoping her parents were as nice as Grandpa was about it.
"Hello, is Helga there?"
"Who�s askin?" said Bob
"Arnold"
"What! Don't ever call here again ORPHAN BOY!" yelled Bob and slammed down the phone.
Arnold looked as if he were about to cry. He hated being called orphan boy and reminded of his missing parents like that. Then he got an idea.
"Hello." said Bob
Arnold made his voice as high pitched as he possibly could and said in the cutest falsetto, "Hi, this is Phoebe, is Helga there?"
"Hold on," said Bob.
"HELGA!!! Phoebe's on the phone!!"
"Ok, Dad. Hello."
"Helga, I think your dad really hates me. And does he have to call me
Orphan boy?"
"ARNOLD!!!" she screamed quietly. "I try to stop him from calling you
that, but he does hate you. I don't know why."
"So you want to come over?"
"I can't. My dad forbade me and just to make sure, he put a special
padlock on the door that he has the only key to."
"You have a window with a tree under it, don't you? Or did he padlock
the window too?"
"Oh, you genius, I love you!"
"I love you too."
"I'll be right over, bye."
"Bye." Helga crept out of her window and climbed down the tree, heading
to Arnold's.
*****
The phone rang. Arnold picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Arnold, man, I'm dying!!"
"Gerald?"
"My mom won't let me see Phoebe! How's Grandpa taking it?"
"He told Mr. Simmons off when he called here and then he made me call
Helga. I was going to anyway, I was just shocked."
"I wish my mom forced me to call Phoebe. She actually watched me dial
the phone to make sure I was callin' you and not her!"
"Don't worry, I think of something so that both you and Phoebe and Sid
and Nadine can all come here and do your thing." Arnold blushed at his
statement.
"Thanks man, you're true blue. I guess I'll just have to hang on till I
can see my wonderful de-licious Phoebe again."
"Delicious? Gerald, you're weird."
"I know man, but her kisses are de-licious."
"Would you stop saying it like that?"
"De-licious Phoebe kisses."
"Bye, Gerald."
"De-licious." Arnold hung up.
"Hey Arnold! Your girlfriend's here."