The Hey Arnold! Fantasy Adventure Epic [COMPLETED]

Chapter 5

Arnold, Helga, Phoebe and Gerald arrived at the drawbridge of a massive kingdom.

"Who goes there?" yelled the knight sitting up atop the wall; he had a think Southern accent.

"Lemme handle this," whispered Gerald to the group. He then turned to address the soldier. "G'day, my fine sir. We are just a quartet of weary travelers, wishing to grace this fine kingdom with our patronage – selling our wares, and waxing poetic of our exploits."

The knight scratched his head. "I dunno what none of those fancy words mean, but I reckon I'll let ya in anyhows."

The drawbridge came down. Gerald looked at Phoebe and gave a little wiggle of his eyebrows, causing her to giggle. Helga just sighed and Arnold shook his head.

As they approached the castle, they received several stares and murmurs from the onlookers. Phoebe lowered her head and Helga avoided eye contact.

"Now listen up," whispered Helga. "Wellington Downs might look like high society, but it's a regular autocracy. Their princess is a spoiled brat that will throw you in her dungeons just for looking at her funny, so watch what you say."

"For a lowly firework salesman, you're certainly well-versed in your regional politics," Gerald said suspiciously.

.Helga shot him a dirty look. "What so I can't try to better myself? Check your privilege, plebe."

The eventually reached the entrance and were granted an audience with the princess herself. They stood side-by-side in her royal court, and the trumpets blared.

A person decked out in frilly garb and red coke-bottle glasses cleared his throat. "Presenting, Her Excellency, Princess Rhonda Lloyd of Wellington Downs!"

A young girl appeared in the court, her short black hair adorned with a large, pink pointed hat with silk trim. She was wearing a long pink flowing garb the same colour as the hat. The clothing looked comfortable enough to be mistaken as pajamas; in fact, the princess' throne was fashioned more like a chaise than a traditional throne, and she lounged on it without regarding her guests.

Arnold took a step forward. "Your Majesty, I—"

"Kneel."

Arnold paused. "Huh?"

"I said, 'kneel'. You're in front of royalty, after all"

"Oh. Sorry," Arnold kneeled, and Phoebe and Gerald followed suit. "As I was saying—"

"Wait a minute," Rhonda put her hand up to silence Arnold, then pointed an accusatory finger at Helga.

"Why isn't she kneeling?"

Helga scoffed. "Yeah. In your dreams, Princess!"

There was an audible gasp from the rest of the court's audience. Rhonda sat up in surprise. "What did you say?"

"I said, there's no way I'm prostrating myself in front a pompous, overbearing drama queen!"

Rhonda narrowed her eyes. "Don't I know you?"

Helga suddenly became very flustered. "O-of course not! Hey Phoebe – tell her that her hat looks stupid?"

Phoebe blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

"Y-yeah, she's got a stupid hat – almost as stupid as tall-hair boy's hair!"

"Oh no, you are not wrapping me into your little game!"

As Gerald and Helga went at it again, Arnold tried in vain to retain the peace. "Guys? Guys...?"

"Enough!" yelled and enraged Princess Rhonda. "How dare you come to my home and insult the throne! You will pay dearly for those remarks. Guards! Lock them in the dungeon!"

"But we didn't do anything!" cried Arnold as the guards took him away. "Don't you want to know why we're here?"

"Don't know, don't care," said Rhonda, matter-of-factly.

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