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Curly: Eugene, you need a new pet. Like a pit bull or a wolverine, or a friendly little alien from another planet you can display like a freak and exploit for a million dollars! Gerald: Curly, did you forget to take your medicine this morning? Curly: … maybe.

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cinematic parallels

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At the punch that had nearly successfully landed on his face, Curly's frame stiffened. An emotional tirade was next on the agenda it seemed. As Helga spat words in his face, of course questions about how he knew, he simply waited it out.

But that wasn't it, oh no. Now he was being dragged to the boy's bathroom! How was she even allowed to just go in there?! She was still a girl, after all. But nobody in this school cared. Bullies got to do what they wanted so long as they were feared. Curly wasn't scared. At least, not right away. He was a tough cookie to crack; he was far too full of mania to save his life. Intrusive thoughts coursed through his head on a daily basis. It took everything most of the time in him NOT to snap. Nobody could disturb him quite like his own psyche. Except for Helga in this moment as her fist collided with the glass of the mirror, shattering it with one blow. Thaddeus gulped.

"Okay, okay. Look.... I just wanted a date with Rhonda. I just want her to actually like me. I want that more than anything. But this is messed up even for me. I could just expose you for something else. Not your identity. You see, Helga. I'm not a bad guy. I know, I know. Complete hogwash. Something you would say, I'm sure." He grew silent, eyes locking onto the blackened and bloodied bruised knuckles. Swallowing another thick lump in his throat, he crossed his arms and hugged himself a little. He had done this...... With just words. WORDS. Such.... power.

He tried again. "I didn't know! I didn't know you'd do this! And.... almost pummel me." Okay, now he SOUNDED like he was saving his skin. "Shit.... You seriously did some damage. We gotta get you to the nurse, like NOW." Tentatively he took her wrist, that of her unscathed hand. Before she could bash his face in, he FLEW the door open and rushed down the hall, pushing through people. "MOVE IT, PEOPLE! NOTHIN' TO SEE HERE! GO ON, GET! PART LIKE THE RED SEA!" And at this, people dispersed, clammering against their lockers when they spotted the two infamous school crazies. And a very distraught looking Helga, who could no doubt be a terrifying threat to anyone who got in her way now of all times.

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“ARRGH!” Curly’s back hit the the lockers with a bang, but he only felt the slightest bit of pain due to adrenaline. His mind was in overdrive, a rather MANIC mood stirring within him and steering him toward every decision he made. He was jovial, and a tad eccentric, as only he would call it. “Now, Helga,” he whispered now that she was close enough. “I would be careful what you did to someone who knows about your other little secret. You pass so well…. It would be a… shame if everyone knew about what you are.” This was sick, manipulative, of course. Curly had no issues with people who were different. But he knew how judgmental the rest of P.S. 118 could be, and he would play on that if it meant he got what he wanted most.

          Her heart sinks into her stomach, feeling like she got sucker punched in the gut knocking the air from her lungs. Her fist makes contact with the cold metal of the locker, leaving a small dent. MISSING his face by an inch, fingers loosen from around his shirt– arms drop, slack at her sides, a throbbing pain pulsing under the skin of her hand. Starting to swell && bruise, she takes a step back but keeps her fingers balled into fists. ❝ How did- I never- ❞ Suddenly very conscious of just how different she really is from everyone. From girls. ( Not that she ever really FORGOT. ) Sapphire hues flicker to the ground. Shame is burning through her like a wildfire that can’t be extinguished- she wants to knock his teeth in. 

         But she can’t- won’t && he knows it. Helga wants to FIGHT him, call his bluff- but she knows better. He may be CRAZY but he isn’t stupid. But… maybe they wouldn’t believe him ? Maybe- no, don’t be stupid. They would believe the psycho over the school bully. Without much thought she harshly grabs onto his wrist, pulling him to the boy’s restroom- locking it tightly. ❝ Listen ya’ little frea- Curly, ❞ She pauses, racking her fingers through her ponytails. ❝ I dunno how ya’ found out about me. ❞ The blonde makes a gesture to insinuate her SECRET. A warmth creeps across her cheeks, angry tears well up in her eyes. Blinking them away, not daring to show any sign of WEAKNESS, Pataki’s are strong- we don’t cry !Pff- Tell that to Olga ? There’s a long silence that seems to fill the air around them, the HELPLESSNESS is building up inside of her. Curling in a tight ball, heavy && cold. 

Don’t punch him. Don’t punch him. Don’t punch him. Don’t punch him. DON’T YOU DARE- 

          Smashing her fist into the closest thing which just happened to be the mirror, BREAKING IT on contact, Helga could feel shards of glass digging into her knuckles. Glass SHOWERED the sink && floor- she couldn’t feel the SHOOTING PAIN right now but she knew she’d be PAYING for it later with a HOSPITAL BILL && a lecture from Bob. Her hand is probably broken, no it is broken. The slightly fearful g l i n t in Curly’s eyes. He should be GRATEFUL that hadn’t been his face because it almost had been a SECOND TIME. 

          ❝ Tell me what you want ?! ❞ Wincing as she picked another piece of glass from her SPLIT OPEN knuckles. 

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Song of the Day: Pixies - Debaser

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Season 5 Episode 21a - Grandpa’s Packard

If anyone would be impressed with the Jolly Olly Man’s GTA action on Grandpa’s car, it’d be Curly. While the whodunnit aspect of this episode was OK, the showdown between the Jolly Olly Man and Arnold/Grandpa in the garage was a good little action sequence. Overall…not bad.

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Mafia au sentence starters

“So you got the money?”

“Are you really gonna try to go after me?”

“Listen,kid,you’re talking to the biggest name in organized crime right now,don’t piss me off…”

“Okay,but I ain’t gonna find a horse head in my bed like in godfather,right?”

“One more fucking thing out of you and you’re done for.”

“Woah,woah,easy now,huh? Kid’s just starting out.”

“How are you suppose to replace me if you can’t go one second without tryin’ beat the shit out of someone?”

“Listen,it’s not all about intimidation,alright? You gotta know how to lead to…”

“So you’re the leader of which gang now?”

“Did someone disrespect you?”

“Listen,alright just hear me out,I’ll have your money just not right now.”

“Is it too cliche if I say I’m Italian?”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“So you want a favor,huh?”

“Okay,maybe I was a little harsh,but do it again and I’ll cut your eyes out.”

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Snippets of a Hey Arnold piece I’m working on. More to come!

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"ARRGH!" Curly's back hit the the lockers with a bang, but he only felt the slightest bit of pain due to adrenaline. His mind was in overdrive, a rather MANIC mood stirring within him and steering him toward every decision he made. He was jovial, and a tad eccentric, as only he would call it. "Now, Helga," he whispered now that she was close enough. "I would be careful what you did to someone who knows about your other little secret. You pass so well.... It would be a... shame if everyone knew about what you are." This was sick, manipulative, of course. Curly had no issues with people who were different. But he knew how judgmental the rest of P.S. 118 could be, and he would play on that if it meant he got what he wanted most.

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“Well, that’s not very affable of you, Helga.” This was a rather sarcastic response from the shorter boy, a crap-eating grin glued to his face. “I see you’re having a fine day. Sun shining, birds singing,… football heads everywhere gaining a little EXTRA attention from the likes of you…~” What was this? Was that… blackmail? Ooooh. Quite possibly.

           A surge of PANIC seeped into her HEART before R A G E took its place && her insides CLENCHED UP, but she kept her ANGER in place- despite how a TWISTER of ANXIETY was welling up into of her. ❝ Look ya’ little FREAK- don’t think jus’ cause we’re kinda FRIENDS doesn’t mean I won’t kick yer teeth in ! ❞ Helga knew what the little PHYCO was doing, what GAME he was playing. He was trying to BLACKMAIL her- hold it over her head that she LOVED Arnold Shortman. Will two can play at that && Helga G. Pataki doesn’t LOSE toANYONE, she’s a PATAKI damn it && Pataki’s don’t lose. EVER ! She was CRACKING her fingers, one by one, Helga’s eyes felt damp she blinks a few times. Don’t lose FOCUS, Pataki. If Curly isn’t SCARED yet. He REALLY should be. 

            ❝ I don’t care what Hair Boy is doin’ or who he’s spendin’ time with- Jus’ like I don’t care that I’m about ta’ beat ya’ inta’ a BLOODY PULP. ❞ Her WORDS come out through GRITTED TEETH, moving closer to the boy until she can feel his WARM BREATH on her face. Pale fingers curl around the scruff of his shirt SLAMMING him into the lockers- a few people STARED but did nothing, it was just Helga Pataki being well, Helga Pataki. Plus EVERYONE ( besides Arnold && Pheobe ) were SCARED of her.

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"Well, that's not very affable of you, Helga." This was a rather sarcastic response from the shorter boy, a crap-eating grin glued to his face. "I see you're having a fine day. Sun shining, birds singing,... football heads everywhere gaining a little EXTRA attention from the likes of you...~" What was this? Was that... blackmail? Ooooh. Quite possibly.

OPEN STARTER:

          ❝ Move it, bucko. Unless ya’ wanna eat yer teeth for lunch ! ❞

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"What's bothering me? WHAT'S BOTHERING ME?! Oh, I'll tell you. Two words. Nuthouse. Well, it's sort of two words, and KIIIIINDA one word-

-BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS. My parents have committed the ULTIMATE INJUSTICE! They shoved me into stupid Crystal Waters! Which, if you didn't know, is the NUTHOUSE FOR YOUTH! And all because I wanted to be a burglar for Halloween! Stupid pigs... Stupid parents... Stupid (in)justice system."

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Stinky: I wrote a love song!

Sid: Is it about lemon pudding?

Stinky: NO!

Stinky: ...yes.

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Curly: I object!

Helga: You're out of order!

Curly: No, YOU'RE out of order! This court's out of order! THE SODA MACHINE IN THE GYM IS OUT OF ORDER!

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Pixel Aesthetic 💙

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HELLO, FELLOW HEY ARNOLD! RPERS!

"The name's Thaddeus. Thaddeus 'Curly' Gammelthorpe. Remember me?! Ohhh, you may not. But you WILL soon! Very soon. You see, I have devised a plan that will blow the socks off of everybody in the entirety of P.S. 118! The plan is......." -insert the intensity of a dramatic pause that will inject immediate GRANDEUR.-

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"Share me!"