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Blind Date:Panic in the StreetPools of golden light lined the sidewalk as Arnold and Gerald walked towards Chez Paris in the crisp night air. Gerald looked over at Arnold and asked, "How're you feeling?"
"Nervous, but excited! I feel like doing this is a great way to start changing things for the better." He smiled and allowed his half lidded gaze to grace his face. Meanwhile Gerald stiffly nodded as he went through numerous disaster scenarios in the extremely likely event that everything blew up in his face. He just didn't see why Phoebe found it wise to set Arnold and Helga up, but he had learned to trust his girlfriend. Plus, even though she was small, she had the ferocity and fury of a thousand crazy ninjas.
They rounded the corner and arrived at Chez Paris, where Gerald grabbed the door for Arnold with a slick, "After you, Romeo." Arnold just rolled his eyes and walked in.
"Welcome to Chez Paris. Do you have a reservation?" inquired a stuck up looking maitre'd.
"Yea. Romeo, the seven o'c
Blind Date: Blinded By TruthHelga sat at her desk, staring listlessly at her reflection in the mirror as Phoebe curled her freshly blown dried hair. Her eyes traveled to a crack at the right side of the mirror, the sight of it making her heart twinge a little. The memory of what had caused that crack was something that she had been unable to erase no matter how hard she tried. Phoebe noticed Helga slightly wince which caused her to inquire as to what was the matter.
"Nothing Pheebs. Just felt a draft, that's all." Phoebe eyed her skeptically, but kept on curling her hair rather than pushing further. She knew better anyways and wasn't about to push her luck after the closet incident.
They continued to remain in silence for the next fifteen minutes. "You remember when we all used to hang out together? Just the four of us?" Phoebe suddenly said in an attempt to break the unbearable silence. Helga shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She did remember and could still easily recall all their exciting adventures. There ha
Blind Date: Box of MemoriesA petite Asian girl approached the blue house as the sun set, casting everything around her in a warm glow. It was just before 5 PM on Valentine's day, the time she had agreed to come over and help Helga get ready for the blind date. She was excited, but also nervous for the night as she knew that so many things were about to change. Hopefully, they would all be changes for the better and not permanent damaging ones. Her white Converse sneakers smacked the concrete as she hopped up the steps and opened the front door with the spare key Helga had given her years ago for emergency use. She figured that Helga wouldn't mind if she let herself in. A quick glance around was enough for Phoebe to conclude that Helga's parents had already left for the night.
Phoebe dashed up the stairs and softly knocked at Helga's door. When there was no answer, she slowly opened it and peered in. "Helga? Helga are you here?" Her eyes landed on Helga sitting on the bed, her pigtails hanging limply on her shoul
Blind Date: Time to Look UpArnold lay on his bed with his arms behind his head, silently gazing out his skylight as the first rays of sun began to touch the sky. He had had a difficult time sleeping last night and had finally given up at four in the morning, opting to just get dressed for school and think instead as he had done so many times before. Nothing had gone right for him over the past several months. First his grandmother had lost her fight with the bacterial infection and had succumbed to her disease, then Kathleen had decided that after nearly two years of being in a relationship with him that she wanted different things. He knew that she had broken it off with him simply because she didn't know how to handle the cruelness of reality. The day that they had attended his grandmother's funeral, she had just sat there as still as a china doll, visibly uncomfortable at all the grieving and quite unsure of what to do. When Arnold had broken down shortly after the burial, Kathleen had simply walked away, opt
Blind Date: A Morning ProposalLight began to flood the light green wallpapered room as a loud, blaring beeping emitted from the clock on the table by the bed. A hand drowsily appeared from under the soft pink duvet and slammed down on the clock, narrowly missing the snooze button. Frustratingly, the hand slammed down again, this time achieving its goal. Helga peeked out from underneath the sanctuary of her covers and peered at the clock, groaning as she saw the bright red 6:30 staring back at her. Time to get ready for another bland day of high school. She managed to pull herself out of bed and stumble across her room where she sleepily opened the closet door. The closet was fairly bare compared to her childhood years when it had held elaborate shrines to Arnold, the boy whose love she had for him constantly tormented her young heart and soul. All that remained of this former worship was a dusty box filled with volumes one through thirty-seven and a half of her poetry regarding him.
She cast a quick glance at the b
Blind Date: An Extreme PlanThe locker closed with a slam as a sixteen-year old blonde haired girl turned to face her best friend. "Hey Pheebs, what's up?" Helga said with a soft smile.
Phoebe returned her friend's smile, but hesitated in answering as she looked in to Helga's darkened blue eyes. That look, it was still there. Her eyes had appeared to be missing some life ever since shortly after Helga had turned fourteen. Phoebe had never entirely figured out why Helga had appeared to die a little at that point, but she had logically reached the assumption (being the logical person that she was of course) that it had something to do with Arnold. Even though she had attempted to pry the truth from Helga, she had proven to remain tight lipped about it, refusing to talk at all about anything regarding Arnold. Phoebe responded, "Not much, Helga. Are you ready for Valentine's Day?"
Helga raised her left eyebrow in disgust at the very mention of the holiday. "Seriously Pheebs? Why would I care about that nauseating, ca
Themes of Hey ArnoldThemes of Hey Arnold!
Throughout the show's run, there have been a multitude of life lessons and morals imparted to the viewers. These have been learned through the mistakes of various characters or simply through different life experiences. In thinking over these lessons learned, several themes appear that show that while the lessons themselves were individual, the overall ideas of Hey Arnold were quite broad and powerful.
This is arguably the biggest theme of the show as we are exposed to all kinds of love during the various episodes and it is practically present in some form in all the episodes. These kinds of love include unrequited, first love, familial love, platonic love, and unwanted love.
In the category of unrequited love, it is fairly obvious that Helga is the main character that is demonstrative of this theme. Throughout the six years of her crush/obsession over Arnold, he has never once returned the same sentiments of love to her. She has had to d
Motifs of Helga and ArnoldMotifs of Helga and Arnold
To begin, let's first define motif for those of you who don't know. A motif is a recurring subject, theme, idea, etc. It is clear to see that the show has quite a few motifs surrounding the explosive relationship of Helga and Arnold. Whether or not you believe they are soul mates (which you totally should because it's true) is totally up to you. However, allow me to shed some light on the motifs used for them.
1. Arnold Hears Helga
Tendra has already discussed this one in a prior post, however it is clearly a big motif within the show. First started in the first episode on Nickelodeon, "Downtown as Fruits", it has remained a quintessential gag. The first one went like this:
Helga: Hey! Where are the fruits?!
Phoebe: They're not here Helga. They never showed up.
Helga: What? *blinks* Arnoooooold!!
*cut to wide city view then to bus*
Arnold to Gerald: Did you hear something just now?
This gag continues throughout the series, mos
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