Phoebe: Oh, Lila! What an impressive arrangement!
Lila: We just have to make sure Helga doesn't find out!
Phoebe: If she did, well we'd be departed!

Later at Arnold and Gerald's lockers.
Arnold: What's this?
Gerald: Lets see. (Reading.)
Arnold by beloved,
I love you so,
Do you love me?
I doubt it so,
But you seem to know me,
The real me.
Say you love me,
And I will be the real me forever more!
~Your secret admirer~
Arnold: Who could it be? Maybe it's Li-
Gerald: Don't even say it! It's not! She doesn't like you like you! Remember?!
Arnold: Right. Then who could it be?
Lila: It's working.

The next day.
Arnold: (Reading.
) …so meet me at Slauson's tonight,
I'll be wearing a blue volleyball uniform.
Please come, Dear one!
Y.S.A.
Gerald: Are you going to go?
Arnold: Of course. And you're going to be my back up.
Helga: I'm sure we're going to win tonight, Pheebs.
Phoebe: You mean at the volleyball play-offs?
Helga: No duh!
Arnold and Gerald gasp. Arnold faints and Gerald stares.
Helga: Take a picture; it will last longer! Crimany!

That night at Slauson's.
Arnold: OK. Phoebe, what's going on?
Lila: Well, don't tell Helga we said so but…
Phoebe: She cares for you very severely.
Lila: Since she told me, and Phoebe figured it out we decided to help since she's too shy to tell you.
Arnold: So you're saying that you wrote the notes?
Lila: Not exactly…
Phoebe: The first one was a poem Helga wrote that we stole and used.
Arnold: I knew that there was a sensitive side to Helga. You know she is kind of nice and…pretty…

The next day.
Arnold: Hey, Helga!
Helga: Hey, football head!
Arnold: I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me.
Helga: Where.
Arnold: The movies, to see That Oh-so Special Someone. Do you want to come?
Helga: Sure.

At the movies.
Arnold: Hey, Helga. I really, really like you!
Helga: And I really, really like you.
Arnold: Do you want to do something else tomorrow?
Helga: Of course.

~The End~
(*Kinda corny ain't it?*)