Preface: I've done Action/Adventure, Humor, Drama, and Romance fanfics. Now it's time for me to write a parody fanfic featuring a certain cartoon show we all love and and a certain movie that's fun to watch during a lazy afternoon. The setting of this story is not in Middle-Earth, but a familiar place that we've come to know so well. The City. And this fic follows the movie rather than the book, so the purists and elitists out there will have plenty of reasons to complain. :) Much of the dialogue is from the movie, with thanks to the transcripts I found on the net. And finally, the characters will play different roles and ally with different factions throughout the story.
Legal junk: I don't own Hey Arnold, but Nickelodeon does and Mr. Craig Bartlett created it. But this fic belongs to me. Clear? Good.
Chapter 1: Prologue
"The City is changed…
I feel it in the water…
I feel it in the earth…
I smell it in the air…"
"Much that one was is lost. For none now live remember it."
"It began in 60 years ago during the Great Depression in a Cereal Company with the forging of the great decoder rings as a final effort to save their business. Some were given to the fourth graders - calm and mostly wisest of all elementary school children."
A group of unknown fourth graders from the 30's, three of them, held their hand in the air, showing the decoder ring on their fingers.
"Others were to the sixth grader lords - great obnoxious people who can't wait to go to middle school."
There were seven sixth graders standing in a circle, picking up the rings on a table in front of them.
"While the rest, were given to the fifth graders - who above all else, desire power."
Large, bulky children, all nine of them, stood within each other like a formation of bowling pins, with a ring in their hands.
"For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each grade. But they were all deceived, for another ring was made. In the land of that company, inside the comforts of the CEO's office, he forged in a secret master Ring, to control all others. And into this Ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to grab as much profit as he could get."
"One Ring to rule them all."
"One by one, children rich and poor fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. An alliance of the company's employees and the children's parents marched against riot police on the slopes of the Cereal Factory they fought for jobs and higher wages."
And in front of the gates to the Cereal Company, there was a vast mob of people and a group of riot police on the grounds to the entrance. The workers and parents shouted angrily at the police, taunting them, as the cops snarl back, trying to keep the peace. Not waiting any further, the Alliance of workers and parents began to attack the riot police, rushing across the paved road that separated the two groups. The riot police chief gave the command to his men to engage.
"Beat them up only when they're attacking you!" shouted the chief.
The riot police raised their batons and riot shields, and waited for the angry mob to engage with them. As the wave of the first angry mob reached the first line of the troops, the riot police swung their batons down, beating the mob as they come, one after the other. Soon the parents, the workers and the riot police engaged in battle altogether. But alas, the mob was all too powerful for the riot police to handle.
"Victory was near. But the power of the Ring could not be undone."
The Cereal Company CEO strode onto the battlefield, and the workers looked at him in trepidation. The Dark Lord, towering the parents and the workers, brandished his cane and showed them the Decoder Ring of Power glowing on his finger. In fear, some of the workers back off. All the energy and power that assisted them in the riot were gone, because they were scared and intimidated by the sheer fierceness of CEO's look on his face. The CEO lifted his cane, pointed to a random worker and then pointed him to the street, indicating that he got fired. He repeated it again to another person. A parent who had enough of this shenanigan, attacked the CEO, but the CEO caught him in time and pinned him onto the fence. Horrified, his wife ran to her husband.
"It was in this moment when all hope had faded, the wife gave the CEO a slap."
The Decoder Ring of Power instantaneously flew out from the CEO's finger. The CEO let out a cry as the Ring separated from him. He went back into his office, sending a wave of confusion and perplexity through the rioters.
"The CEO, failed to meet expected profits for the month, not to mention was unpopular amongst his workers, filed for bankruptcy. The Ring then passed to the wife and then to her son, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. The Decoder Ring of Power had a will of its own. It betrayed the son and left him. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth and for 60 years, the Decoder Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer."
"The Ring came to the creature Curly, who took it deep into the bowels of his abode. And there, it consumed him."
"It came to me, my own, my love, my own, my prrrreciousssssssss. Curly!" Curly said to himself, as he rubbed and caressed the Ring repeatedly.
"The Ring brought to Curly unnatural mind alteration. For five hundred hours it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Curly's room, it waited. Darkness crept back into the concrete forest of the city. Rumor grew of a shadow in the east, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Decoder Ring of Power perceived. Its time had now come. It abandoned Curly."
The Ring fell down from Curly's room through the window and made its way to the sidewalk.
"But something happened then the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely person imaginable."
"What's this?" an old person said as she picked it up from the sidewalk. "A ring? Hey, it kinda looks like one of those decoder rings that one cereal company used to make when I was a little girl." It was Grandma Gerthie.
"LLLLLLLOOOSSSSSSSSTTTTT!" Curly cried from his room, as he overturned every single thing that can be overturned to search for the ring, "My precious is lost!"
"Woops, time to go!" And Grandma fled.
"For the time soon come they will shape the fortunes of all."
"So how you guys like my narration?" Rhonda asked, "Better than Gerald, huh?" she asked again enthusiastically with a broad smile, eagerly anticipating for a constructive comment. But most of her classmates were either bored or nearly asleep. "Aw, c'mon!" she raised her voice.
"Rhonda," Stinky said, "I know you hate Curly and all, but do ya have to make up all these elaborate stories just so ya could bash the poor kid?"
"Yeah," Gerald nodded, "Somehow, it kinda explains why he ain't in class for several days already."
"Now children, calm down. Let's not point our fingers around." Mr. Simmons interjected, "Rhonda, I was expecting a report about the city's history, but unfortunately you apparently had something else in mind."
"Mr. Simmons, please." She appealed back, "This is not a made-up story. What happened to the cereal factory sixty years ago is true! I heard it from my grandpa myself that it was that very cereal company that made all those rare, novelty decoder ring – which I heard can fetch up to 20,000 bucks nowadays."
"Yeah…" Mr. Simmons replied back, pondering, "Now that you mentioned it, I think I have heard of the Ring of Power from my father when I was your age. But then again, he said it was all a hoax. There's no such thing as a 'Ring of Power'. Therefore, what have you presented just now was just an urban legend that doesn't have any credible sources whatsoever and cannot be accounted as the city's history."
Rhonda produced a sad face, knowing her presentation was rejected.
"I suggest if you still want to make a report about the cereal company, you should present to us how it affected the city's economy during the Great Depression, so I'll give you a chance to redo your assignment, and I expect you to turn in your report on Monday after the weeklong school vacation. Okay, next up: Sheena."
The bell rang.
"Well class, I guess we have to continue this after the break." Mr. Simmons said. "Have a fun, meaningful vacation everyone!" he exclaimed, as the kids shouted joyfully.
And so Gerald walked out with his best friend Arnold to the bus stop, talking to each other, "Man, oh, man! One week's worth of vacation! It's not long but it'll be worthwhile. So, what are your plans, man?" he asked.
"Spend some quality time with Grandpa, that's for sure." Arnold replied back, smiling at him.
"I thought your gramps went over to Florida for some get-together with his old platoon buddies or something."
"Yeah, but he's coming back today. I can't wait to see him again." He smiled broadly.
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