Hey Arnold! and Courage the cowardly dog crossover

Chapter 1

It's been 6 years since we moved from Nowhere, Kansas, to Hillwood, New York. Its always been the three of us, well, up until a year ago. There's me, my brother, Sid, my Dad, Dr. Gerhart, and now my year old son, Brandon. As of recently, I made a fatass named Harold my bitch.

"Vanna? Did you have to make Harold your bitch?" Sid asked. "Yes, yes I did. After 6 years of him bullying me, I had enough and beat the shit out of him. Now, he does my bidding, Sid" I told him. He sighs and opened the fridge to get us a couple of drinks. "Good morning, you two. Honey, Brandon wants you" Dad said. "Ok, Daddy. I'm on my way" I said.

When Brandon saw me walk into his room, he reached out for me to pick him up.

"Mommy, uppy!" Brandon said. Picking him up, I knew he really needed a diaper change. After he was in a new diaper, my brother comes in and told me that Harold and Stinky were at the door. "Ok. *starts coughing hard* Damn it" I groaned. Walking to the front door, I let them in as Harold handed me a BK bag and a drink.

Handing Brandon to Stinky, I took the bag and drink from him. "Sid, could you please tell Daddy that I don't feel good, while I call the school?" I asked Sid. Nodding, he goes and tells Dad that I don't feel great, and I called the school, sick. Dad came in as I hung up with the school. "Havana? You alright, my child? *feels daughters forehead* You're burning up. Go lay down on the couch. I'll take the day off and take care of you, Vanna" Daddy said.

Putting the food on the coffee table, I told my bitch and brother to go to school, as well as Daddy.

"Are you sure, Havana? I mean, I could stay home and take care of you" Daddy said. "Yes, I'm sure, Dad. I've stayed home before all by myself. Besides, if anything, I'll call you if I get worse" I said. Nodding, he ushered Sid and Harold out the door, leaving Stinky to take care of me and help me watch Brandon.

Little did my brother and bitch know, was that I was going out with Stinky. "So, did Harold get me my usual, honey?" I asked. Pulling my breakfast out of the bag, he nods and kissed the top of my head. "Yup, the eggnormus burrito, potato crowns, and cherry coke icee, everything large, babe" he said. "Yay" I squeaked as he fed me a potato crown.

"Naked boy!" Brandon screamed. "Honey, don't scream, Mommy isn't feeling good" I said. "I'll get him dressed and in a clean diaper, Vanna" Stinky said. I nodded as he picked Brandon up while I ate. Once my son was dressed, Stinky made himself my pillow.

Laying my head on his chest, we watched TV until it was around lunchtime. "So, uh, what do you want for lunch, babe? I could call and order a pizza or Chinese. Which do you want? If not those, I could take your car to the Hot Dog Shop and get us cheesy ranch bacon fries with their shrooms, and for Brandon, I'll get him plain fries and a hot dog" Stinky said. "Honey, they deliver and I do want that. Sounds good to me. Brandon?" I asked.

"Fries!" Brandon screamed. "Mommy said no screaming, sport" Stinky said. I gave him a look of gratitude and then hugged him. As he was about to call the Hot Dog Shop, the land line rang. "Hello......Sid, calm down and tell me what happened between you and Rhonda......Oh my. Her dad is going to kill you, bro. *feels faint and even warmer* Are you near Daddy?......Tell him my fever is higher and to meet us at the hospital, because I think it might be pneumonia, because my lungs feel like they are on fire" I said as he told Daddy.

"Stinky? Did you call the Hot Dog Shop yet?" I asked. "No, I'm about to, why? Are you getting worse?" he asked me. I nod as he picked up Brandon and took him to my car as I grab my keys, purse, phone, the diaper bag, and my shoes.

"Is Mommy going to die?" I heard my son ask. "She's not going to die, not while I'm here, kiddo" Stinky told Brandon. Once he got Brandon in the car, he came back and grabbed the keys, diaper bag, and took me to the car.