Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold or its characters, they belong entirely to their creator, Craig Bartlett.

Author Note: Here is another chapter for you all! Sorry for putting this pathetic chapter up for you to read, but I do hope you enjoy it to some extent. I'm sorry things have been rather slow, but things should pick up soon, at least I think it will. Thank you again for all your WONDERFUL reviews!

Chapter 5: Spy Time

It's a fresh sunny morning, as the warmth of the sun chases the chill from the night away. The birds are singing, while all else is quiet and calm. And there beside a building hides two-, wait hides. Yup, its Arnold and Gerald huddling by the side of Helga's home overdressed in the typical detective outfit. The full length trench coat, oversized hat, and dark sunglasses.

"Arnold, its kind of hot don't you think," whispers Gerald.

"Yeah, we should ditch these outfits right," replies Arnold as he gives Gerald a sidelong glance.

"You think," answers Gerald sarcastically.

Just as they finish getting rid of their detective clothing, out walks Helga slamming the door shut. Arnold and Gerald quickly get in step behind her all the while trying to hide behind anything they can find along the way. Phoebe soon shows up and starts walking beside Helga, soon becoming engaged in a consuming conversation, actually Helga' giving orders while Phoebe writes them down intently.

Helga and Phoebe reach the bus stop and continue to talk, while Arnold and Gerald watch them through the gaps of several trash cans. Soon the bus arrives and the girls quickly boards the bus, but the boys don't move an inch, too afraid to be seen. They stay put and continue to watch until the bus is out of sight.

"Ummm...Arnold, that was the bus right," states Gerald.

"Right."

"That bus was our ride to school right."

"Right."

"Then how are we suppose to get to school!"

Arnold's eyes widens in realization and then he says with a sheepish expression, "We better make a run for it then."

Gerald sighs in exasperation as they take off running towards school. They get to school out of breath with no bus in sight, having dropped off its passengers long ago. There were still kids making their way to school, but there was no sight of Helga or Phoebe.

"We just started spying and we already lost her, unbelievable," gasps Gerald as he continues to regain his breath.

"Come on Gerald, lets go find her," pants Arnold.

They slowly make their way to school in search for pink and wide blond pigtails. As they enter the building, Arnold feels something smack against his head causing him to stop. He reaches up into his hair and pulls out something wet and sticky.

"A spit wad," whispers Arnold in surprise, "Helga must be close by."

He soon hears a snicker and turns to his left to see Helga leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and the guilty straw in her hands. Phoebe standing close by looking like the right hand girl she is.

"What's the matter football head, got something in your hair?"

But before Arnold could respond Helga snickers some more and walks away with Phoebe trailing behind.

"At least she spared us the search expedition," remarks Gerald.

"Yeah," agrees Arnold as they continue to follow Helga to class. He observes her walking or swaggering to class. She has a rather different demeanor from this morning he notices in surprise.

"She actually had a more feminine walk this morning."

As they entered the classroom, Arnold and Gerald decided to sit behind Helga and Phoebe so to get a better view of her movements and also to avoid her spit wads. The rest of the school time remained the same as any other day, except for the fact that Arnold and Gerald kept staring at Helga. Though they kept an attentive watch over Helga there were moments when she would suddenly disappear and reappear. For some reason they would always find Brainy knocked out somewhere after these disappearances. Finally, school ended and they were allowed to leave.

"Maybe we'll be able to see more of who Helga is outside of school away from the surroundings we normally see her in," states Arnold.

"Perhaps," reply Gerald.

So they continued to follow Helga where ever she went and Helga went everywhere, almost as if she was trying to give anyone following her a hard time. She went to the movies, playing field, game center, stores, food places, and of course a few good hours watching live wresting matches. Arnold and Gerald were having a hard time keeping up with her. It was difficult keeping her pace and at the same time stay hidden or at least inconspicious.

"Is Helga on a sugar rush today or something," asks Gerald, out of breath.

"I don't know," breathlessly replies Arnold.

They've just followed Helga to a park, at a rather rapid pace, and is finally allowed a moment to collapse behind some bushes. Helga is a few feet ahead on a bench, seemingly brooding.

"I wander what she is thinking about," thoughtfully says Arnold as he gazes at Helga between the bushes' leaves.

"Who knows what Helga thinks about, maybe she's plotting a new way to annoy you," replies Gerald.

"She seems a bit lonely there by herself."

Arnold is still watching Helga when she suddenly pulls out a little pink book.

"Pink again?"

Helga soon pulls out a pen as well and cracks open the book. She starts to intently write several lines inside it, lost in thought.

"That book seems familiar. . ."

Something sparks in his memory as words start to float in his mind, "H is for the head I'd like to punt . . ."

"Seriously Arnold, we haven't seen anything unusual from Helga. I think spying is not getting us anywhere," states Gerald, cutting off Arnold's thoughts.

"Huh, oh, yeah maybe you're right, but lets just finish spying on her today," replies Arnold as he turns to look at Gerald.

"All right."

Arnold returns to watching Helga, but she has already put away the book as well as the pen and is on the move again.

"Come on Gerald, its time to go."

"Ok, lets do this."

To their disappointment or relief, Helga has returned to her house. She is about to enter when Big Bob sees her through the window. He yells out to her, "Hey, Olga!"

"Its Helga dad," states Helga exasperated.

"Oh right, whatever. Olga is here and your mom is cooking a meal, so hurry on inside and help out."

A depressed expression crosses Helga's face as she mutters, "Che, why should I help out."

Arnold becomes startled when he catches sight of her sad face before she disappears inside the house.

"What was that expression? Why did she look so upset for a second there? Is the reason for her behavior behind that expression?"

"We're not going to get anymore spying done now. Let's go Arnold."

"Okay. This day has flown by."

"Yeah, with us chasing after Helga all day," laughingly replies Gerald.

Arnold gives Helga's home one last glance hoping that maybe it will reveal something to him, but it does not. It continues to impassively stands in place, helping to guard whatever secrets Helga may hold. With a sigh, Arnold follows Gerald away from Helga and her mysteries.