Since the future of a sixth season is unknown at this point in time, I decided to put my own take on the future episodes. This series of 'episodes' are my ideas for future plots, all of which are set after TJM. WARNING: If you have not seen TJM this is a general SPOILER ALERT! Now that that bits done, on with the season!

Episode one: Adjustments

"Now you both have to stay outside." Arnold urged his parents.

"Alright, we'll be out here when you're done." Miles told his son.

Arnold gave them a smile, and turned to join his friends inside PS118.

Miles gave a sigh, "So, now what?"

"Yeah, no kidding." Stella said, "We've been so busy with the paper work, and getting to know Arnold, and the welcome back parties, now it feels kind of, empty."

"Well, we could try to catch up on everything we missed." Miles suggested.

"Hmm, that could be interesting. Where do we start?" Stella asked.

Miles brought his hand to hair, and scratched his scalp, hoping the added friction would provide energy for a good thought.

"We could just walk around the city, see how things have changed." Miles suggested.

"That could be cool, let's go!" Stella stood up from her sitting position, linked arms with her husband and began to walk off.

"Hey, who said you could touch me, hair-boy!?" Arnold blinked at the sudden exclamation by Helga. They were standing at their new lockers, which were side-by-side, and it appeared Arnold had tapped Helga's shoulder.

"Oh, sorry Helga, I was just trying to reach for my Geometry book." Arnold explained, as he reached for the text that was on the side of the locker closest to Helga's locker.

Helga crossed her arms and huffed, "Well, grab it football-head, and let's get a move on!"

"Whatever you say Helga." Arnold stated.

"Darn right whatever I say, and don't you forget it!" Helga said as she and Arnold walked to Mr. Simmons' class.

"Of course Helga." He looked at her with those half-lidded green eyes that filled her heart with so much joy.

She felt her mask start to slip. She was fine with Phoebe, and even Gerald knowing about her crush on Arnold, but she wasn't ready for the whole school to know. Not yet.

She stopped Arnold and herself, looked around for a second, and after deciding this spot was safe, turned to face Arnold.

"Arnold," she whispered, "You know I love you, but I'm not ready for the whole building to know that, so if you could act like you would before with my pranks and insults, that would be great."

"Helga," Arnold whispered back, "I understand how you feel, but I can't turn off my emotions just because other people are around, look I…" He paused when he saw Helga tense up when a couple of second graders passed them, Arnold took a deep breath, and when the kids turned the corner, he continued, "I'll do my best if that's what'll make you feel comfortable."

Helga sighed a breath of relief, "Thank you."

Arnold smiled at her. Though she could be difficult to please, Arnold wanted nothing more than to see her happy.

"Now, can I get a little gift for my generosity?" Arnold asked.

"Like what?" Helga whispered.

"A little peck on the cheek? Just right here?" Arnold pointed at his right cheek.

"Oh, jeez." Helga crossed her arms, and looked away.

"My cheeks been hot all day, and I need something soft and cool to help."

"You're not very funny."

"And I know just the thing to help it."

"You're such an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot."

Helga stopped and looked at Arnold, and smiled, "That you are." Helga gave him a peak on the cheek.

"Very nice!" Miles called to the couple he was taking a picture of, "Thanks for helping us learn how to take pictures! We've been kind of living under a rock for the last few years."

"No problem, thanks for the picture! Have a great day!" The woman told Miles and Stella.

"You too!" Stella told them.

Miles looked back at his wife, "Well, we toured the new museum, ate at the new French restaurants they've put in, and saw a show at the Circle Theatre. What's next?"

"Sit down. My feet are killing me." Stella said as she sat down on a pack bench and took off her shoes to massage her feet.

"Hey, you were the one who didn't want to pay for a seat at the show. It was only twenty bucks more." Miles informed her.

"Twenty bucks is a lot of money!" Stella justified.

"Well, not as much as it used to be." Miles stated.

"Still, it was too much to pay for a seat. I was fine standing." Stella put her shoe back on.

"You know, you would think sleeping for nine years would have some sort of rejuvenating effects, but I just feel tired." Miles complained.

"Well, we did age; maybe this is just part of it." Stella suggested.

Miles sat down next to his wife, and turned to face her.

"We're not that old, not yet. We still have a few good years left in us." Miles stood back up, "Let's do something fun!"

"We haven't been having fun?" Stella asked.

"I mean more fun! Let's go catch a movie, go to a club, and go dancing. Like we did when we were young!" Miles exclaimed.

"Alright, alright, but first we need to pick up Arnold from school." Stella said.

"Yeah, in five hours." Miles said.

"What?! It's only been an hour?! How is that possible?!"

"Well, the new museum was only the size of the boarding house, you got sick after eating cat brains and eggs at the French place, and you started complaining about your feet hurting at the show after twenty. Honestly the longest part of today was trying to figure out how that camera phone worked. Touch screens? That's new." Miles stated.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"Helga, come on. Mr. Simmons loves this part. It's his favorite thing on the first day of school." Phoebe told her agitated best friend.

"But we've all known each other since preschool! What's the point of reintroducing ourselves?" Helga asked.

"Excellent question Helga. I want this year's class to feel very close to each other and work as a team. After this year, you're all moving on to middle school, and we may all not be together again, so this last year should feel very special!" Mr. Simmons explained. "Now, I want everyone to introduce themselves to the class and say something fun they did over the summer. Arnold, we'll start with you then go left to right through the rows."

"Oh, um, okay." Arnold stood up while clearing his throat, "Hey everyone, I'm Arnold, and a fun thing I did over the summer was going to San Lorenzo, and found my parents."

"Very exciting Arnold! How are your parents?" Mr. Simmons asked.

"They're good." Arnold smiled, "They're adjusting well."

"I'm sorry, a bucket of popcorn is how much?!" Stella yelled at the teenage cashier at the movie theatre.

"Hon remember, twenty bucks isn't what it used to be." Miles tried to reason.

"It's literally headed up buttery air Miles! What about that is worth twenty bucks?!" Stella argued.

"Well, it comes with two large drinks." The teenage cashier said.

"The drinks will have to be pretty big to justify…" The cashier put the cups on the counter, "wow those are ginormous, one ultra-combo please."

"Howdy y'all, I'm Stinky, and a fun thing I did over the summer was get held hostage by an evil river pirate."

"Thank you Stinky, sounded like you had a very interesting summer, along with everyone else." That part Mr. Simmons said under his breath. "Okay, now that we got that out of the way, it's time to review what we did last year, and apply it to what we're doing this year, now…"

Arnold began to drift away, from Mr. Simmons, when he saw Helga out of the corner of his eye, sitting in the row next to him, behind Gerald. She was resting her head on her hand, looking uninterested at Mr. Simmons. She's so beautiful. Arnold thought, the way her golden strands of hair extend into beautiful wings of yellow brilliance. Oh how I want to kiss you as passionately as before. In the jungle. I owe everything to you, and I'm so lucky you chose me to be the center piece of your affections. It pains me every day to think it took me so long to realize that I really do l…

"Arnold!" Mr. Simmons yelled suddenly.

"What!?" Arnold looked around confused, then looked at Mr. Simmons, who had write a quote on the board.

"Who gave this quote Arnold?" Mr. Simmons asked.

"Oh, um…" Arnold read the quote quickly, and instantly knew who it was. "President Lincoln, Mr. Simmons."

"Right Arnold, now please try and pay attention." Mr. Simmons told him.

"Alright sir." Arnold responded, his cheeks turning red.

Helga looked over at Arnold, and saw his blush. He looks so cute when he blushes. Helga thought, maybe he needs another quick smooch to cool down those flaming hot surfaces.

"Helga, my dearest, it is because of you, that I have found my long lost parents, and I am forever in your debt." Fantasy Arnold told Helga, wearing a one third buttoned shirt, tight black pants, and holding a rapier, "What can I do to repay such kindness?"

"Oh, Arnold, one does not repay kindness," Fantasy Helga, wearing a long white sequenced dress told him, "The only thing I ask is one solitary kiss."

"This you shall have, I shall kiss you from sunset until sunrise, with the moon as our only clock. There is only one thing that I need to tell you."

"What's that my love?"

Fantasy Arnold opened his mouth and out came the lunch bell ringing.

"What the?!" Helga shouted.

"Come on Helga, it's time for lunch! They're serving your favorite pudding today!" Phoebe said.

"Oh, yeah, right, duh. I'm coming Phebs, just let me get packed up." Helga said.

"Helga?" Arnold was suddenly standing next to her desk. She jumped.

"Jeez, don't scare…"

"Could I talk to you for just one second?" Arnold asked.

"Umm, sure. Phebs, save me some pudding, please." Helga said.

"Saving." Phoebe stated simply and walked out.

Helga stood up, "What do you need football-h…"

Arnold suddenly grabbed her and kissed her passionately.

Helga was surprised at first, but allowed herself to fall into the kiss.

They eventually broke it due to breathing, and looked at each other, smiling.

"I saw nothing." They both jumped at the voice of Mr. Simmons.

"Oh, Mr. Simmons! We weren't, I mean."

"What Arnold means is, we didn't, I mean."

"We were just practicing." Arnold said.

"Yeah, practicing." Helga said.

"For what?" Mr. Simmons asked.

Arnold and Helga both looked at each other.

"CPR." They said at the same time.

"You know, ninth grade it's coming up fast." Arnold said.

"Can never start studying too early, you know." Helga fake laughed.

"Have a good lunch you two." Mr. Simmons said simply.

Arnold and Helga stepped out of the classroom.

"Arnold, what were you thinking?!" Helga whispered.

"I don't know." Arnold whispered back.

"Anyone could've walked in and saw us!" Helga whispered as they walked down the hall.

"I know." Arnold kept his face looking down.

Helga continued, "You know how much ridicule we would've gotten?! You know how much respect we would lose!?"

"You would lose." Arnold countered.

"Oh, so now you're making this about me, even though it was your fault?! What's going on with you?!"

"I can't hide it Helga!" Arnold was done whispering, "I can't deny my feelings! I can't pretend they're not there! I don't want to hide them, I want to embrace them!"

"Arnold please, people are looking at us." Helga looked around, concerned.

Arnold took a deep breath, "How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"How did you keep it bottled up for so long? The amount of love and longing that drove you to keep my picture on you all the time, it must've…" Arnold paused, and looked at her with sorrowful eyes, "I'm so sorry."

"For what?" Helga asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

"For making you wait. For torturing you for so long. For allowing you to build up in your mind what I could never be. For being so caught up in my own sadness, and everyone else's sadness, that I never took time to notice you." Arnold looked down at the floor, unable to look at her, "I'm so sorry."

"Arnold, look at me." Helga paused, "Look at me." Helga took Arnold's chin in her hand, and forced his eyes to meet hers. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You got that? Nothing."

Arnold looked at the sincerity in Helga's eyes. He nodded.

"Good, now, you okay to go eat lunch? Because that tapioca goes fast." Helga pointed her thumb towards the lunch room.

"Well, we can't have that happen, not before we get there." Arnold smiled.

"You're darn right!" Helga told him. The two ran to the cafeteria to join the rest of their friends for lunch.

"I can't eat another bite." Miles said.

"It's literally buttered air, how could it make you feel this bad?" Stella asked.

"I don't know, but I think you went overboard getting the large refilled three times." Miles said.

"Hey, that thing was twenty bucks, I'm getting value out of it." Stella justified.

"Whatever you say, hey, there he is!" Miles smiled at his son as he walked down the front steps of the school.

"How was your first day back?" Stella asked.

"It was okay, what did you guys do?" Arnold asked.

"We told you, we were going to wait out here for you." Miles answered.

"Oh, well, that's very nice, but you guys can go and do whatever you like. Speaking of which, is it alright if Helga and I go to dinner next Friday? We'd like to go to this one French restaurant, I think its called Chez Pa…" Arnold looked behind him, and saw his parents running back towards the school holding their hands to their mouth.

"Bathrooms in the same place?!" Miles called to Arnold.

"Umm, they should be!" Arnold called back.

They opened the doors, and pushed Eugene down into the rosebush by the stairs.

"Sorry kid!" Stella said.

Eugene got out and picked the thorns from his arms, "I'm okay."

Well, that's the first episode! Review and tell me what you thought, or if you have any future ideas, let me know, and I might work them in. Until the next update!

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