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(The episode opens with a dramatic thunderstorm, sheets of heavy rain cascading over PS 118, setting the scene as the children disembark from the school bus and dash towards the safety of the school building.)
Gerald: Well, Arnold, all we gotta do is make it through two more days of school. Then we'll be sitting pretty at the annual Quigley Field Old Timers game.
Arnold: I can't wait to see Mickey Kaline.
Rhonda: I can't go out there! I can't get my outfit wet, it's dry-clean only!
Arnold: It's okay, Rhonda, you can share my umbrella.
Rhonda: Oh, Arnold, how terribly gallant of you.
(Arnold, Gerald, and Rhonda step off the bus, sharing an umbrella to shield themselves from the pouring rain, while Helga opts to use her book as a makeshift cover. However, her attempt proves futile as the bus splashes water over her when it drives through a large puddle.
In the subsequent scene, Stinky and Sid struggle with food trays in hand, as they wrestle to open the cafeteria door.)
Stinky: I reckon I can't jimmy it open, Sid, on account of my hands are full.
Arnold: I got it. (Opens the door.)
Sid: Thanks, Arnold.
(As Arnold, Sid, and Stinky walk in, Helga follows behind with a lunch tray, but Arnold inadvertently slams the door shut before she can enter. Meanwhile, Harold struggles outside the school, dragging a heavy net filled with basketballs, visibly sweating and having a hard time.)
Arnold: Need some help?
Harold: Oh, yeah. Carrying this heavy stuff is making me all sweaty.
(Arnold assists Harold with the bag, with Helga following behind with a scowl on her face, then she drops the heavy net from her shoulder, hitting her foot.)
Helga: Ow! Arnold, what a hopeless humanitarian, what a chivalrous chump, what an overeager do-gooder geek. How I despise him. And yet, how I adore him. (Plucks a flower from the ground) Oh Arnold, so benevolent, so totally considerate and selfless unto others. And yet, I wish he'd buy a one-way ticket to a galaxy far, far away. Arnold, so stingy with his goodwill, so chintzy, so totally oblivious to the fact that he helps everyone else out barely notices that I exist!
(Arnold swings his bat and the baseball aims towards Helga.)
Helga: If only you would throw a little charity my way for a change, if only you would pay a little attention to me for once in this altruistic life. If only—
(Helga gets hit by the baseball on the head and collapses. A moment later, Helga slowly opens her eyes. The kids surround her, chattering, while Arnold kneels down to check on her.)
Arnold: Helga! Helga, can you hear me?
Helga: Who’s Helga?
(Everyone gasps in disbelief.)
Arnold: You’re Helga.
Helga: Helga, that’s such a nice name. I wish it was mine.
Stinky: It's like Helga turned into some kind of simpleton or something.
Harold: And it's like she got dumber too.
Arnold: I think she might have amnesia.
Sid: Amnesia? That's horrible. What's amnesia?
Arnold: It's when you lose your memory, you know, temporarily.
Gerald: Or for the rest of your life.
Arnold: Anyway, I better take her home.
(Arnold and Helga walks from school, and on the sidewalk.)
Arnold: Look, Helga, I know this whole thing must be pretty scary for you but I don't want you to worry, cause I'm gonna take care of you until you feel better. I'm sure you'll feel better once you get home.
Helga: Home? What is home?
Arnold: Home is where you live, you know, your house.
(Helga starts walking into the road, car horns blaring, unbeknownst what awaits her there.)
Arnold: Helga! (Pulls her out of the road) Helga, you can't walk in the street. You have to stay on the sidewalk.
Helga: (Clings onto Arnold's arm) It's so nice of you to walk me home, little boy. What is home?
(A moment later, Arnold and Helga arrives to her house and went into the kitchen.)
Arnold: Hello? Is anybody here? Why don't I make you some hot soup? I think it might help.
(Arnold heats a bowl of soup in the microwave, then places it on the table in front of Helga and hands her a silver spoon.)
Helga: Spoon!
Arnold: That's right, it is a spoon.
(To his surprise, Helga inserts the spoon into her ear, prompting Arnold to immediately stop her.)
Arnold: (Sighs)
(In Helga’s bedroom, Arnold is patting a pillow as Helga leans backwards on her bed.)
Arnold: You just sit there and relax. (Picks up a book) I'll read you our geography chapter.
Helga: I think I like to read.
Arnold: Okay. It's chapter four.
(Helga takes the book from Arnold, but she holds it upside down and pokes at the pages in enjoyment.)
Helga: (Laughs)
Arnold: (Taking the book back) How about I just read it to you, okay? Chapter four. The New England States. The six states which make up New England are Connecticut, Maine, Massachusetts...
(Arnold looks up and sees that Helga has fallen asleep, snoring peacefully. He tucks her in, closes the lamp on her bedside table, and places a stuffed doll beside her before leaving the room.
The next morning, Helga wakes up and tosses the doll out of the window.)
Helga: Man, I feel like I got hit by a truck.
(Miriam opens her bedroom’s door.)
Miriam: (Enunciating) Good morning, dear. How are you feeling?
Helga: I'm just peachy, Miriam, how are you feeling?
Miriam: Oh, well, I'm just fine, Helga, but then again, I'm not the one who got hit on the head with a baseball and caught amnesia yesterday.
Helga: Amnesia?
Miriam: Oh, yeah. You couldn't remember anything. You were just completely helpless. Anyway, thanks to that nice little blonde boy from your class...
Helga: Blonde boy? What blonde boy?
Miriam: Oh, now, what was his name? Arthur?
Helga: Arnold!?
Miriam: That's it! Arnold walked you home, and he made you a little snack, and then, he helped you with your homework. Oh, he even tucked you in when you fell asleep, and then, he waited downstairs till I got home. Anyway, I'm glad you're feeling better, honey.
(Miriam leaves and closes the door.)
Helga: This is unbelievable! Arnold was in my house and he was actually taking care of me, and he tucked me in. Oh, man, the old football head must feel really guilty about knockin' me out and giving me amnesia. Otherwise, he'd never be doing all that nice stuff for me.
Helga: (Eureka!) That's it! That's how I can finally get Arnold to pay attention to me. I'll fake having amnesia, so that he'll keep feeling responsible for me, and I can at last spend time with him.
(Helga runs from her bedroom to outside, meeting Arnold by the sidewalk.)
Arnold: Hey, Helga. How are you feeling?
Helga: Uh, I'm feeling...
Arnold: Confused?
Helga: Yes, I'm confused. Oh, what did you say your name was again?
Arnold: Arnold. And the reason you're confused is because I hit you on the head with a baseball. Anyway, I'm really sorry, and I came over to walk you to school. That is if you're up to it.
Helga: Oh, I'm up to it, all right. I mean, I would like to go to your school. Thank you.
(Then thunder starts to rumble, and rain begins to pour.)
Helga: Oh, no, Archibald. The sky, it is making water.
Arnold: It's Arnold. And it's just raining. (Opens an umbrella and hovers it over them) You can share my umbrella with me.
Helga: (In her thoughts) Arnold is actually sharing his umbrella with me. (Fluttering sigh)
(They walk all the way to school, and heavy skies of rain disappear.)
Arnold: Looks like the sun's coming out.
Helga: (Kneels down to the flowers) And look, there are little suns coming out of the ground, Arlas.
Arnold: It's Arnold, and those are flowers. Colorful plants that smell good. Here.
Helga: Why, thank you.
Helga: (In her thoughts) Arnold just gave me a flower. I think I'm gonna die!
Arnold: Well, you deserve it. You remembered to walk on the sidewalk this morning. See, we're already at school. You didn't even need me to guide you.
Helga’s inner voice: Think, Helga, think. Come up with something fast.
Helga: Of course, I didn't need you to guide me, Oswald. I know exactly what I'm doing.
(Helga walks straight into the road, and then a huge truck blares a strong horn.)
Arnold: Helga! (Pulls Helga out of the road) Maybe I spoke too soon.
Harold: Hey, Arnold. What happened to you yesterday? You and me were supposed to go to the arcade and get four extra large pizzas.
Arnold: Sorry, Harold. I was with Helga all afternoon. She still has amnesia.
(All muttering indistinctly.)
Arnold: It's true. She can't remember anything.
Gerald: (Pulls Arnold to the side) Arnold, what in the heck are you doing?
Arnold: What do you mean?
Gerald: I mean, what are you doing spending a whole entire afternoon with Helga Pataki? And then, walking her to school the next day?
(While Gerald is talking, Arnold takes a look at Helga removing her bow from her head and giggles while looking at it in her hands.)
Arnold: What else am I supposed to do, Gerald? This whole amnesia thing is my fault. I'm responsible. I can't just ignore her.
Gerald: Of course you can.
Arnold: Gerald.
Gerald: All right, but I'm warning you, this is not gonna be fun.
Harold: (Enunciating slowly) Hello, Helga. My name is Harold. Do you remember me?
Helga: Well, of course, I remember you, Cheryl.
Helga: (In her thoughts) Sheesh, what a buffoon.
Arnold: Come on, I'll help you find your locker.
Helga: What is locker?
(Arnold and Helga climbs the stairs into the school, leaving the rest baffled.)
Stinky: I reckon that's the most pathetic thing I've ever seen.
Rhonda: She's turned into a total freak.
Harold: And she's calling me Cheryl!
(The next scene, Arnold and Helga are near the school lockers...)
Helga: My, oh my, Archie, these things you call books are very heavy.
Arnold: It's Arnold, and I'll carry them. (He takes the books from Helga and carries them.)
Helga: (Fluttering sigh in her thoughts)
(In the classroom, Arnold is helping Helga with her geography book, not until Rhonda enters the scene...)
Rhonda: Ready to discuss last night's reading assignment, geography buddy?
Arnold: Sure.
Helga: But I want you to work with me, Artemis.
Arnold: I'm Arnold, Helga, and your geography buddy's over there. Her name's Sheena.
Helga: But I don't understand. Sheena isn't the nice boy who takes care of me. She's not the one who gave me my amnesia and walks me to school.
Arnold: On second thought, Rhonda, I think I better work with Helga today.
Rhonda: But we're partners, Arnold.
Arnold: I know, but she still really needs my help.
Rhonda: Fine, I'll go work with someone else.
Helga: (In her thoughts) That's right, princess, keep on walkin'.
Arnold: That's great, you're holding your book the right way today.
Helga's inner voice: Nice going, Helga.
Helga: Yes. It is great. Now, let us begin. "States England New The Four Chapter."
Arnold: Helga, wait, you gotta read from left to right. "Chapter four: The New England States." See?
Helga: (Fluttering sigh in her thoughts)
Stinky: I reckon Helga's gone from bad to worse.
Rhonda: And she stole my geography buddy.
Gerald: This is definitely not good.
(In the next scene, Helga is "fascinated" by the door blocking the way to the outside school grounds.)
Helga: What is strange clear wall that is blocking our way to outside, Arlo?
Arnold: It's a door. Let me get it for you.
Helga: Oh, how kind are you.
Helga: (In her thoughts) And now I've got you all to myself.
Stinky: Hey, Arnold, ain't you gonna sit with us today?
Arnold: Sorry, guys, I gotta sit with Helga. She needs me.
Helga: (In her thoughts) That's right, boys, I need him. So shove off.
Sid: Okay. Suit yourself.
Helga: I think I'll start with a spoonful of this nice blue pudding.
Arnold: Helga, you're doing great! Yesterday, you didn't even know how to use a spoon and today you do.
Helga's inner voice: Keep it together, Helga, you can pull this off.
Helga: Not know how to use a spoon? Why, that's crazy talk!
Arnold: Actually, why don't I help you?
Helga: (In her thoughts) My love is feeding me. This is too good to be true.
Harold: Helga's like a dumb little baby.
Sid: She's a regular nitwit if you ask me.
Rhonda: It's disgusting! I can barely look.
Gerald: (Sassy disapproval)
(BELL RINGS)
Helga: Whatever is this device, Ambrose?
Arnold: I'm Arnold, Helga, and this is a drinking fountain. Here, I'll show you how it works.
Helga: (Chuckles) I like to drink.
Arnold: Wait here while I go to my locker. I'll be back in a minute to walk you home.
Helga: (To herself) My plan is working out so perfectly. Arnold has at last given me the love and care and attention I so richly deserve. And best of all, there's nothing anyone can do to spoil it.
Gerald: Only three more hours to the old timer's game, buddy.
Arnold: I can't go, Gerald. I have to take care of Helga.
Gerald: Arnold, how much time are you gonna spend with that girl? I mean, missing the old timer's game? This is ridiculous.
Arnold: Look, Gerald, it's like I said before, I'm responsible. So, I really don't have a choice.
Gerald: I feel for you, buddy. I really do.
Helga: Oh, Arnold. What have I done? (Pulls out her love locket) What selfish, ill-conceived plot have I dumped into your most innocent of laps? Oh, my darling. If only I'd lived well enough alone instead of forcing you to hang out with me. If only I had accepted the way things were instead of conniving you into showering me with undeserved attentions. Alas, my love, if I can't have you of your own free will, then I shan't have you at all. And so, I must do the one thing that can right to him whom I have so wronged. Arnold, I must set you free.
Arnold: Ready to go?
Helga: Yes, Andrew, I am ready.
Helga: "Okay, Helga. Act like you've never acted before."
(Helga gasps as she purposefully slips unto the puddle of water, hits her head against the water fountain, and falls down to the floor.)
Arnold: Helga! (Kneels down) Helga, are you okay?
Helga: I'm fine, Arnold. Now, give me a little breathing room, would you!?
Arnold: Did you just call me Arnold?
Helga: That's right, football head. Now quit hovering over me and help me up!
Arnold: (Helps her get up) Helga, I know this is gonna be hard for you to believe, but you got hit on the head with a baseball and you've had amnesia for the past two days. You couldn't remember anything.
Helga: Hmm. Come to think of it, I guess I might feel a little bit weird.
Arnold: I think you oughta go home and lie down. I'll walk you, okay?
Helga: You don't have to do that, Arnold. I told you, I'm fine.
Arnold: I know I don't have to, Helga. I want to. I want to make sure you're okay.
Helga: Well, then, thanks, I guess.
Arnold: It's no problem.
Helga: Hey! What do you think you're doing!?
Arnold: I was gonna carry your books.
Helga: I said you could walk me, pal. I didn't say you could get all weird and mushy.
Arnold: Sorry.
Helga: You should be.
Helga: (In her thoughts) Arnold's walking me home. And he offered to carry my books. (Fluttering sigh)
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