Sailor Helga 🌙 | A Hey Arnold! / Sailormoon Crossover Fanfic

Act 2 - Chapter 4

Part 3

Note:

For the sake of clarity, whenever a character is in their transformed state, their name will be given in italics.

For example:

Helga G. Pataki = Helga

Sailor Moon = Helga

It was Saturday. Patty awoke in her bed to the sound of crying downstairs. Swiftly, she changed out of her pajamas and tip-toed downstairs to observe the situation.

There, she found her mother being consoled by her father in the living room. The house was in a state of disarray; furniture had been toppled over, and a window facing the main street had been smashed open.

"It's okay, sweetie..." reassured Mr. Smith, though his tone didn't convey the same message.

"What happened here?" Patty asked cautiously.

Mrs. Smith held her breath between sobs, just long enough to dab a handkerchief against her damp eyes. "We've been robbed, Patty...!" she finally blurted out, only to bury her head back into her comforting husband.

Patty's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're kidding."

"It must have happened in the middle of the night," determined Mr Smith. "I'm just surprised we hadn't heard anything. That burglar's lucky he didn't run into me, the coward...!"

"Did they steal anything valuable?" asked Patty.

"Well...they didn't take any of money, fortunately, but they did swipe..."

"THEY STOLE MY MOTHER'S HEIRLOOM!" cried Mrs. Smith, and she went back to bawling hysterically again.

"That's terrible. Mom, I'm so sorry."

"Well, the police will be here soon," advised Mr. Smith. "And mark my words, they'll find the guy responsible for this mess!"

"I hope so. I guess I'd better tidy up in here." Patty proceeded to pick up the broken pieces of a vase on the floor, then went to get a broom to sweep up the dirt. All the while, Diana watched diligently from the top of the steps.

"...and that's how I won first place in the science fair," said Phoebe, concluding her story.

"Wow, that's really cool, Phoebe," commented Gerald sincerely. "You're very smart."

Phoebe blushed at the compliment. "Thank you, Gerald."

They were both walking down the sidewalk together on a gloomy afternoon. Phoebe was on her way to Helga's house – she would later accompany her to Gerald Field for an upcoming baseball match – and had run into Gerald along the way. Throughout the years the two had remained very good friends, but had never progressed beyond that. Phoebe did have a slight crush on him, but had decided against acting on her feelings; after all, Gerald had displayed affection for quite a few other girls since the fourth grade. Top it off with the fact that he was considered one of the "cool" kids, and she knew for certain that pursing anything with Gerald would be a lost cause.

At last, they reached the Pataki household. Phoebe had turned to Gerald and smiled. "Well, good luck with your baseball game today."

"Thanks," said Gerald. "Hey, Phoebe..." he paused, and looked down at his sneakers, which he scuffed nonchalantly on the sidewalk. "I was wondering..."

"Yes...?" Phoebe looked at him with piqued interest.

Gerald continued: "I was wondering...if you're not doing anything tomorrow afternoon, maybe we could-"