Inauguration DayTHE ARNOLD AND HELGA CHRONICLES XXXIX: INAUGURATION DAYBy Jake CollinsArnold had not heard from Helga for over forty-eight hours, which was something of a rare occurrence. As he searched the kitchen for something that vaguely resembled breakfast, Arnold was trying to decide whether he should give Helga a call. He could hear his grandpa answering the front door and letting someone into the boarding house, but this observation did not encroach on his train of thought. However, Arnold was forced to snap out of his reverie as Grandpa entered the kitchen and started speaking to him. Theres a visitor for you, Short Man, the old man announced. A visitor for me? Arnold queried absently. Thats right, Grandpa confirmed.Arnold wandered through to the front room. He was surprised to see Helga sitting on the couch; he had been so busy considering whether he should phone her or not, he had not even considered the
Fast Times at Hillwood HighTHE ARNOLD AND HELGA CHRONICLES XXXVIII: FAST TIMES AT WEST HILLWOOD HIGHBy Jake CollinsArnold settled down on his bed to reread the list of safety checks he had been given by his driving instructor several months earlier, as he still did not feel completely happy that he knew all of them. He had trouble concentrating on this task, and let his eyes wander upwards to his skylight. The stars were beginning to show in the clear night sky, and Arnold smiled at the sight. His mind began to relax, but it was jolted back to full alertness by the appearance of Helga at the skylight entrance. She was tapping frantically on the glass. Arnold! he could hear her cry. Let me in!Arnold did not hesitate. He climbed up the ladder and let Helga into the room. She tumbled down onto the bed with him, and hugged him tightly without ceremony. He could sense that she was upset, so he hugged her back. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Arn
Arnold Vs the DMVTHE ARNOLD AND HELGA CHRONICLES XXXVII: ARNOLD VS THE DMVBy Jake CollinsAnother Monday morning had arrived in the Pataki house, but no one seemed particularly keen to get out of bed. However, when the mailbox flapped noisily in the hall, Helga tore downstairs to check through the mailmans offerings. She had been doing this every morning for almost a week, in the hopes that the one particular item of mail she was eagerly anticipating would have arrived. At last, that morning, Helga got her wish. Ooh, this is from the Police Academy! she squealed excitedly, clutching a large brown envelope to her chest. Oh God, I hope they havent turned me down after all this!Helga rushed into the kitchen to read her post at the table. Ten minutes later, her father entered the room and turned the kettle on. He frowned at Helgas smiling face with suspicion. What are you so happy about? asked Big Bob Pataki.