*rubs hands together* A+H 1, 4, 11, 12, 14, 20, 137. I wanna say 64 w/ Arnold telling it to both Helga and Thad lmao. You don't have to do all of these obvs, your pick!
I did four. Including 64 which is a double drabble because the beauty of Helga and Tad cannot be contained!
1: The skirt is supposed to be this short.
He couldn’t help it. He stared. How could he not?
His angel, his tormentor, the love of his life…
Was wearing a cheerleader uniform.
Proof that the world had tilted on its axis sometime during the night and he had ended up in some weird alternate universe.
Because there was no way that Helga Pataki would ever be caught dead in a cheerleader uniform.
And yet, here she was.
“You…”
“Yea.”
“But…”
“I know.”
“Are you even wearing anything?”
“The skirt is supposed to be this short. You done now?”
He blinked.
“Damn.”
“No words, eh?”
Oh, he had words.
4: Who gave you that black eye?
She had a suspicion, she thought as she spotted him walking towards her with his newest accessory but she wanted confirmation.
“So,” she asked. “Who gave you that black eye?”
Curly grimaced. “Nadine.”
Well. That was unexpected.
“Nadine.” She deadpanned.
“Nadine.” He confirmed.
She stared at him. And his shiner. Finally…
“Why?”
Another grimace.
“I accidentally sat on her stink bug community.”
She couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing.
“How?”
“Funny story that.” He grimaced once more. “I’ll never be able to get that crunch out of my head.”
“Nadine packs quite a wallop.”
Another grimace. “That she does.”
14: Take. It. Off.
“Take. It. Off.”
Rhonda was seething. Tad had been running around the school that day in a white tee shirt that read “Rhonda’s favorite boy toy”
Now she stood before him in an empty classroom, hands in fists at her side, glaring at him. He stood there, the picture of innocence, watching her clueless.
“But, I am your favorite boy toy.”
“Well I hardly want that advertised, now do I? Take it off.”
“But, if I take it off, I won’t have a shirt to wear.”
Her furious glare morphed into a lecherous grin.
“That’s rather the point, darling boy.”
64: Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, no goats
“What are you two doing?”
“Nothing.” The answer came much too fast, and much too innocently given the fact that the website they were both currently looking at was for the purchase of farm animals.
His eyes scanned the website, putting two and two together. Tad and Helga, together, the Homecoming game was next week, against Hillwood’s biggest rivals. Rivals who stole their mascot uniform earlier this year and put it up on the steps of City Hall so it was mooning the morning traffic. He sighed.
“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, no goats.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tad deadpanned.
“I don’t want to know.” Arnold left the classroom.
Helga and Tad looked at each other after he left.
“He didn’t say anything about sheep.” Tad reasoned.
“Aren’t they in the same family?” Helga asked. “No, it has to be better.”
“But we were thinking goats. How does he do that?” Tad wondered.
Helga scrolled down a bit more until her eyes alighted on another item.
“A bull?”
“Too dangerous. It has to be something big, something grandiose.”
The two shared a look and a grin.
“A cow!”
They pressed send.
