Arnold--Hey Arnold!--Barplace

[mm_mono]

The football head that walks into the bar today isn't the one we all know and love.

Well, he is the one we all know and love, he's just lost a few years

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[kitchen_zen]

Know who else couldn't resist?

A Hey Arnold! fan who happens to work at a preschool.

She's not really tall for an adult, or at least there are adults who are much taller than her, and she's rather stout. ("Just like the teapot," she tells her own children.)

She has two of them in tow, actually. A pair of two-year-old twins, one with brown hair and eyes, the other the spittin' image of a baby Ron Weasley.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" she says to the first one, holding the other's hand. "You can't just run away from the line like that!"

Then she notices Arnold, before noticing where they are.

"Hiya! Are you a new student?"

[mm_mono]

He blinks at her and smiles shyly. "I'm going to preschool today."

He's very helpful!

[kitchen_zen]

"Then you've come to the...right...place..." she says, looking around at their surroundings. "Or not, but I work for the school, so you're on the right track. I'm Miss Auralie."

She's got the boy with brown hair by the hand now too just as the redhead starts to fuss and say, "Diaper change!"

"Oh right, I gotta change Billy here. If you want to come along, we can find a way back together. I've been here before, so the preschool should be just on the other side of the door we came in through."

[mm_mono]

"Okay," he says amicably, "I'm Arnold and I don't wear diapers anymore."

He's a big boy now~

[nofriendlyghost]

... small Arnold is small.

And staring John is staring.

He didn't know things like that could happen here.

... and yet part of him is asking him why he's surprised.

[mm_mono]

Since John is staring, Arnold is going to wander over to him. He is, after all, a grown-up.

"Hi!" he declares once he's close.

[nofriendlyghost]

"Hi."

o_________O

[mm_mono]

"I like your shirt," he says brightly, then pauses.

"I like your shirt because it's the same color as your pants."

There we go, complete thought.