Canon is "Hey Arnold!" and God help me Helga is in the house [x-posted]

[moveitfootballhead]

So, you finally succumbed to the inevitable. I can't say I'm surprised. I was, of course, the obvious choice all along. Glad you finally came to your senses and decided to give me the attention I so richly deserve instead of wasting your time on a certain Football Head that shall remain nameless.

So what are our plans from here? I got some world dominating to work on so I don't have all day.

[OOC: This is what happens when I find out that "Hey Arnold!" is getting another movie made and I start re-watching the series. If anyone has suggestions for a better PB feel free to drop a comment.]

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[man_im_pretty]

Well, hey there, mama. You can dominate me any time.

[moveitfootballhead]

[Have a blank stare for a moment and then -]

Excuse me, what?

[man_im_pretty]

Or maybe you're the kind who likes to be dominated? Johnny Bravo don't judge.

I love you for this

[moveitfootballhead]

I was talking about dominating the world, moron, not a person. You know, like a queen or a dictator or my personal favorite, czarina.

:-D

[man_im_pretty]

Czarina, huh? Isn't that some kind of Japanese car?

[moveitfootballhead]

[She's just gonna stare at you for a moment or two, Johnny. This face.]

Your head - it's purely for decorative purposes only, right? Ya know, like a place for your hair to grow and nothing else.

[man_im_pretty]

Hey now, my hair is fantastic.

[moveitfootballhead]

Sure it is, Hair Boy, sure it is.

[crackpotcrocker]

Oh no. It will be I, Mr. Denzel Crocker who will RULE THE WORLD!

Ha-ha-ha - ha-ha-ha-ha!

[man_im_pretty]

Told ya.

Now you tell me, [he waggles his eyebrows], what can Johnny Bravo do for you?

[moveitfootballhead]

Do you mean before you go play in traffic or after?

[moveitfootballhead]

You keep on telling yourself that, Bucko. We'll see who's the last one standing.

[crackpotcrocker]

Bucko?! Look. I'm not the one with huge buck teeth. That's Turner!

And I will! They will all pay for what they did to me. If it's the last thing I, Mr. Crocker do!

[man_im_pretty]

Traffic, huh? You wanna go for a drive? Maybe out to Lover's Lane?

[moveitfootballhead]

Ya know, somehow, I think it may well be the last thing you do, Four Eyes.

[crackpotcrocker]

[There's indistinguishable gibberish and jerky arm movements]

SAYS YOU, YOU POP DEVA WANNA-BE!

[moveitfootballhead]

WHAT?!

[moveitfootballhead]

In your dreams, Meat Head. I'd rather eat ground glass.

[crackpotcrocker]

HA! You heard me.

[moveitfootballhead]

LISTEN HERE YOU TWO-BIT FOUR-EYED HERKY JERKY LOSER! I - HELGA G. PATAKI - HAVE NO DESIRE NOW NOR HAVE I EVER HAD TO BE A 'POP DIVA'!!!

[crackpotcrocker]

...

Good...

Because... It was suppose to be... An insult...

[man_im_pretty]

But what about your dreams, mama? [Flexes dramatically.]

Hoo-hah! You're telling me that they don't include ol' Johnny B?

[moveitfootballhead]

No. They don't.

[moveitfootballhead]

[Helga gives a satisfied smirk knowing she has won this petty little fight.]

What's your name?

[crackpotcrocker]

[Defeated yes and Crocker knows it. However, his face is twisting as if he's thinking 'enjoy this while it lasts. You'll see! He may just be tired on being walked all over on]

I don't see why it matters. But Denzel Crocker.

[man_im_pretty]

Well now, that just ain't right, mama. Cause I know I got what you been looking for.

[moveitfootballhead]

I was curious. That's why it matters. Oh, and I'm Helga. Helga G. Pataki.

[She states her name in such a way that implies that he had better remember it.]

[moveitfootballhead]

No, you most certainly do not.

[Sorry, Johnny, but you're not a certain Football Head with a blue hat.]

[crackpotcrocker]

And who do you think you are sounding so important? You're not empress yet.

[moveitfootballhead]

Yeah, well, I will be someday. You can lay a bet on that, pal.

[man_im_pretty]

Oh yeah? Well, what if I do this?

Hoo-hah!

[He flexes dramatically, showing off his well-muscled biceps.]

[moveitfootballhead]

[She stares at him again. Man, this conversation is going nowhere fast.]

You got a name, Hair Boy?

[man_im_pretty]

[He flexes again.]

Name's Johnny Bravo. What's yours?

[moveitfootballhead]

Helga G. Pataki.

[crackpotcrocker]

Ah optimism. Vaguely recall that. But wait till you go though that thing called - LIFE! And have all that squeezed out of you like a lemon.

[moveitfootballhead]

It's not optimism. It's reality.

[She shrugs.]

Any ways, not like I haven't experienced life.

[crackpotcrocker]

Jeepers you remind me when I was your age. Only less vengeful. But that's besides the point!

Why would someone like you want to rule the world?

[moveitfootballhead]

Because it's moving in a pretty lousy direction if you ask me and I know I could do better. Besides - fame, fortune, popularity - I'm all about that jazz.

[crackpotcrocker]

Mmm. It seems we may have some things in common. But that's besides the point!

[moveitfootballhead]

Oh, yeah? Like what things?