[It's fine. This is fine. She knows this is a dream world, the tapir told her so... that still sounds really freaking weird in her head... but whatever, she'll play along and act like this is normal, and soon enough she'll wake up back in class! Right?
That's what Helga tells herself until she walks through a pile of leaves and her foot doesn't come out. So she does what any normal person would do: Kick it out. Except, of course, the leaves don't move away and instead pull her back into the mound and she lets out a shriek.
A few minutes later, there's a five-foot mass of autumn colours bounding through the streets and flailing from side to side like it's trying to dance the mambo. Underneath the rustle, passersby can hear the rampant groaning and cursing of a very distressed child.]
I said get off, you filthy yard mulch! Go swallow some dope who likes jumping into you!
Bugged Trees
[Once free of the leaves, she relents and finally picks an abode, naturally going for a treehouse at the edge of town. Maybe this will give her a chance to wind down and figure out what she'll do, or at least allow some place to relax alone...
Which would have been the case if not for the seclusion also attracting a swarm of insects. Some beetles knocked out her door, drawing in a group of ladybugs critiquing the poor entranceway before she was able to shoo them off. But the last straw happens at night as she tries to set up her sleeping space. In the midst of anxiety, she is compelled to write a verse about how lonely it is, far away from her beloved, lost in the recesses of her own subconscious dreamscape until he either comes to find her or she manages to return to the new bliss that is reality where they are finally together in sweet union...
And a bunch of crickets decide this warrants a screechy string quartet right on her roof, prompting Helga to climb outside her house in the middle of the night caring little about anyone nearby who might be sleeping.]
I DON'T need your company, I DON'T need your sympathy, so TAKE your little bug concert and LEAVE! ME! ALONE!
Migrainetions
No really, I'm fine.
[This is what Helga will insist if anyone asks, but her demeanour says otherwise: Her eye's twitching, her pigtails are sticking out at bizarre angles, and her voice sounds like she swallowed cement.
But the most telling sign she's not too alert is probably the fact that she's about to wander dangerously close to some baby winged giraffes, and the nearby parents look ready to nail her ass for it.]
Oversized Veggies
[She eventually wanders to the fields, finding somewhere secluded enough to rant out loud to herself.]
Great! I save the day and finally win the affections of my one true love, and then right on our first day of sixth-grade coupling, I daydream so hard about our beautiful future that I wind up in this dump! It's so archaic here, it's better suited for Stinky or something.
[As if responding to her insult, a giant pumpkin suddenly comes barrelling in her direction. She yelps and runs as it follows her and bores a groove into the hillside.]
All right, I know he had a prize-winning pumpkin! You don't have to rub it in by running me over!
Helga Pataki | Hey Arnold!
[It's fine. This is fine. She knows this is a dream world, the tapir told her so... that still sounds really freaking weird in her head... but whatever, she'll play along and act like this is normal, and soon enough she'll wake up back in class! Right?
That's what Helga tells herself until she walks through a pile of leaves and her foot doesn't come out. So she does what any normal person would do: Kick it out. Except, of course, the leaves don't move away and instead pull her back into the mound and she lets out a shriek.
A few minutes later, there's a five-foot mass of autumn colours bounding through the streets and flailing from side to side like it's trying to dance the mambo. Underneath the rustle, passersby can hear the rampant groaning and cursing of a very distressed child.]
I said get off, you filthy yard mulch! Go swallow some dope who likes jumping into you!
Bugged Trees
[Once free of the leaves, she relents and finally picks an abode, naturally going for a treehouse at the edge of town. Maybe this will give her a chance to wind down and figure out what she'll do, or at least allow some place to relax alone...
Which would have been the case if not for the seclusion also attracting a swarm of insects. Some beetles knocked out her door, drawing in a group of ladybugs critiquing the poor entranceway before she was able to shoo them off. But the last straw happens at night as she tries to set up her sleeping space. In the midst of anxiety, she is compelled to write a verse about how lonely it is, far away from her beloved, lost in the recesses of her own subconscious dreamscape until he either comes to find her or she manages to return to the new bliss that is reality where they are finally together in sweet union...
And a bunch of crickets decide this warrants a screechy string quartet right on her roof, prompting Helga to climb outside her house in the middle of the night caring little about anyone nearby who might be sleeping.]
I DON'T need your company, I DON'T need your sympathy, so TAKE your little bug concert and LEAVE! ME! ALONE!
Migrainetions
No really, I'm fine.
[This is what Helga will insist if anyone asks, but her demeanour says otherwise: Her eye's twitching, her pigtails are sticking out at bizarre angles, and her voice sounds like she swallowed cement.
But the most telling sign she's not too alert is probably the fact that she's about to wander dangerously close to some baby winged giraffes, and the nearby parents look ready to nail her ass for it.]
Oversized Veggies
[She eventually wanders to the fields, finding somewhere secluded enough to rant out loud to herself.]
Great! I save the day and finally win the affections of my one true love, and then right on our first day of sixth-grade coupling, I daydream so hard about our beautiful future that I wind up in this dump! It's so archaic here, it's better suited for Stinky or something.
[As if responding to her insult, a giant pumpkin suddenly comes barrelling in her direction. She yelps and runs as it follows her and bores a groove into the hillside.]
All right, I know he had a prize-winning pumpkin! You don't have to rub it in by running me over!