Wow. Two chapters in one year. Amazing. I don't got much to say. Hopefully when skools out I'll do more with this stuff. And this will probably be short.
Disclaimer: wanna disclaimer? Go back three chapters.
Chapter 9- Grandma Says She's An Alien
Arnold opened the door to his new home carefully, bracing himself for the stampede of various domestic, and sometimes not-so-domestic, animals. When nothing happened he relaxed and went inside. They still had all their pets, but they seemed to have enough room to run in the huge house.
"I'm home." Arnold called, finding the kitchen vacant.
"In here, Kimba!" Pooky's voice floated to him from the living room. Arnold walked across the white linoleum of the kitchen floor and through a dark wooden arch in the wall that led into the living room.
There he found his grandparents in a mess of cardboard boxes, crumpled paper towels and packing peanuts.
"Hey, Arnold." Phil greeted him, unwrapping a ceramic horse from a paper towel. "How'd your first day of school go?"
"Not so well." Arnold sighed, pushing some packing peanuts off the plastic- wrapped couch and sitting down in their place. "After nearly knocking Jen unconscious, I found out that Helga Pataki has moved here too. Why Helga? Almost anyone would've been better than Helga G. Pataki!"
Phil looked up as he set the horse on the coffee table. "Helga... Helga... isn't that the name of that little unibrowed, pig-tailed girl who hates your guts, yet seems to follow your every move?" He asked.
"Yeah, that's Helga." Arnold answered. He picked up a figurine of his best friend Gerald and studied it. "And that's not all. My new teacher, Ms. Bitters, has so many 'issues' I don't think the best psychiatrist in the world could help her, let alone me."
"Yeah, I think that lady has a few screws lose." Phil muttered then added quickly. "But, hey, it was just your first day! Maybe you caught her in a bad mood or something."
"A REALLY bad mood." Arnold agreed. "She spent three hours in the afternoon telling us how we'd all die painful, painful deaths. She went from kid to kid telling us each exactly how we'd die. According to her, my head will implode."
"Eeee... glad I'm not you." Phil told him.
"I'll go down with my ship!" Pooky exclaimed. She placed her hand over her heart, one foot up on the coffee table and looked strait ahead. "The SS Titanic will be her name! Arrrrr me matey!"
"Another old lady with a screw loose." Phil murmured.
Suddenly a high pitched squeal screeched through the house as Abner, Arnold's pet pig, ran into the room and jumped onto the couch, trying to push himself behind Arnold.
"Whoa! What's wrong, boy? What's got you so shook up?" Arnold asked his trembling pet. More screams and a green dog and blue cat running into the room answered his question.
"Well, there's my colorful little friends!" Pooky exclaimed happily.
"Pooky! What the heck are those!?" Phil cried. Pooky hugged the little creatures.
"This here is Gir." Pooky answered, gesturing to the dog. "And the cat is Cat. Rather appropriately named if you ask me. Although he's not really a cat. They're robots, and they belong to the alien kids."
"'Alien kids'?" Arnold echoed. "Grandma, there's no such things as aliens."
"Oh, Arnold! How can you say such a thing?" Pooky asked, shocked with her grandson's response. "Of course there're aliens! How else do you explain that green little girl right over there then?" She pointed out the window. Arnold stood up and walked over to the window to see what his grandma was pointing at.
Jen and Dib were walking down the sidewalk pass the house. Jen was studying a dandelion and Dib was telling her about something. Jen didn't seem entirely interested in what he was saying, but she was trying.
Arnold sighed. "Grandma, that's Jen. She's not an alien, she has a rare skin condition."
"Two people one the same block have the same RARE skin condition?" Pooky asked with a wise grin.
"They're cousins. It runs in the family." Arnold replied.
"That's just what they want you to think." Pooky told him, sounding mysterious. "They fill your head with crazy stories," She wiggled her fingers strangely. "They make you believe things and then... THEY ATTACK!"
"Grandma..." Arnold groaned, rolling his eyes.
"If it takes filling heads with crazy stories to make you an alien then you must be from Pluto, Pooky." Phil told his wife. "Actually, it explains a lot."
"If they're not aliens, then how about the robots?" Pooky said, sounding sure that comment would settle the discussion.
"It's a cat and a dog." Arnold insisted. "And how do you know they belong to Jen?"
"They don't." Pooky said. "Only Cat does. Gir is the OTHER alien's!"
"Other ali—" Arnold groaned again. "Hey!" He exclaimed as Cat jumped onto his head, and waved out the window.
"HIIIIIIIIIIII!!!" He screamed to the oblivious Jen and Dib.
"Did that cat just say 'Hi'?" Phil asked suspiciously with narrowed eyes. Cat leaned forward toward the window, grabbing hand-fulls of Arnold's blond hair to keep himself on the boy's head. This sent Arnold off balance and he fell into the window. Gir laughed, ran forward and attached himself to Arnold's leg, pulling him to the floor. Cat sat down on Arnold's head and put the little blue hat on his own head.
"Awwww! They like you, Arnold!" Pooky exclaimed, smiling.
"Maybe you two should be taken home." Arnold suggested. "I'm sure whoever does own you is looking for you." Cat jumped off his head and Arnold struggled to his feet. Cat took Gir's example and hugged Arnold's other leg. The two oddly colored animals laughed insanely, Pooky joined in. Abner cowered in the far corner of the room. Phil considered joining the pig.
"Alright, let's find your homes." Arnold decided. He slowly made his way toward the kitchen, dragging one creature-clad foot at a time. Pooky's wild laughter followed him the whole way.
Okay, short, but I got something done, kay? The next chapter has more plot development in it. And the chapter AFTER that one is good. This one is really just filler. Well, no. This chap has some important points to it that help the plot. Well, please review and let me know how you think it's coming.
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