Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! All characters and stories belong to the ever talented Craig Bartlett, and Nick. The cover art is genaminna from Deviantart. The song lyrics are from Spyro the Dragon video game soundtrack. Welcome to my interpretation of The Jungle Movie. I know it's been done time and again, but what Hey Arnold! Fan doesn't want to read a jungle movie story, since we have yet to see it in reality. SIGH. One day I hope. Anyway, Enjoy, and as always, reviews are very much appreciated!

Guide You Home

(The Jungle Movie)

Part I

The Dream

"This is the darkest night. The stars have all faded away. Quiet upon this world. Through the clouds there is a light, we will find our way."

Prologue

"My name is Arnold Shortman, and at ten years old I currently have no parents."

A man and a woman raced through the thick, dense and undeniably hot jungle. Angry yells echoed behind them; they were far at first, but fast approaching. In their arms was a covered bundled clutched to their chest for dear life.

"They left me when I was a baby, in order to pursue a life of adventure in the deepest jungles of San Lorenzo."

They reached a cliff with no other way to avoid the approaching mob other than down, down a steep fall where survival was unlikely. The man clutched a leather whip at his hip in one hand, the other clutched and squeezed the free hand of his wife. The covered bundle was clutched in her other arm.

"I never knew them, but from the stories I've heard, they were amazing, big hearted people with a calling bigger than anyone of us, even me."

The crack of the whip reverberated off the deepest part of the jungle and wrapped around a tree branch. It wasn't a certainty, that way, but to jump would mean certain death, so they decided to take the chance to live, knowing it was something they had to do..

"My father being a doctor and anthropologist, and my mother a doctor, they devoted their lives to helping those who could not help themselves. This drew them into a quest to keep an ancient mysterious tribe from succumbing to extinction."

Safely on the other side, the sound of angry voices now muffled by distance, the man and the woman approached what looked to be a path laid out before them, leading to a pedestal carved from stone with the figure of a crudely carved eye. They looked to each other, doubting the validity of the familiar symbol, but took a few cautious steps toward it anyway, eager to return the precious treasure to the rightful owners…

"They left on one last mission to help The Green Eyed people, this mysterious ancient tribe that lives somewhere in that jungle. They were suffering from a fast and widely spreading disease that only my parents were able to cure with their vast knowledge and experience. Of course they went, there was no way that they wouldn't have."

Step after slow, deliberate step brought the duo closer to the pedestal. Around them, the jungle seemed to come to life; the animals roared and birds yelled. It was as if in warning. Neither heeded it. The next step was the final one before the ground opened up and swallowed them both, package and all. The pedestal remained, its poorly carved imitation eye watched in a cruelly mocking way.

"That was nearly a decade ago and I have not heard from them since. This is why I write this essay. I am their son, left alone with no parents, and more importantly with no answers. I don't seek to win this trip for any sort of educational purposes. I need to win this trip so that I can finally find peace of mind. At ten years old, no kid should have to suffer as I have; No kid should be without parents, but at the very least, no kid without parents should have to live not knowing what happened."

She read the essay over, scanning it like a hawk for grammatical errors, or any other way she could make it flashier and more emotional.

When it passed to her satisfaction, she folded it up, stuffed it in an envelope and addressed it from Arnold , PS118's address to The Archeological Research Society of Central American Essay Contest. She had seen a flyer for it around school. It was open to the 6th grade and up. Two Shoes had seen it, but his view of the world was so black and white that because they were only in the 5th grade, he wouldn't bother to enter, no matter how much it obviously broke his heart. She was different however and because she was so confident in her abilities as a writer, and had such disregard for rules and regulations, she took the chance for him.

It was just after 9pm. Lights were supposed to have been out by then, but she knew they wouldn't care. They wouldn't even notice. And they didn't; they didn't notice as the girl slipped out into the darkness of the night, swathed in a dark brown trench coat, black sunglasses and a hat to hide the mop of blond that stuck out on either side of her head, all for anonymity.

She looked from left to right, and when no one was in sight she stalked her way over to the mailbox on the corner and mailed the essay. Another quick look to make sure no one noticed the deed, and she then bolted back to her home, up the stairs and into her room, all the while going unnoticed, like the little shadow she had grown accustomed to being.

This time, however, she didn't mind it. Not if she could help her beloved. She crawled into bed, pleased with her work and passed out, very much in anticipation of the next two to three weeks it said to allow for a response…

Short prologue. First chapter will be longer. And if you're waiting for the next chapter to Let It Go, I apologize for the delay. This idea hit me and I needed to use my free day for it. But I have been working on next chapter of LIG and it is like 90% completed..So I should have it out sometime this week. As always thank you for your continued support! Please R and R :)