Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! Or anything else that probably sounds like you could make some money off of it.
This will be a short collection of drabbles and/or oneshots that are directly related to my story The Swing of Things. They are best described as 'deleted scenes'; ideas and moments that I enjoyed the thought of, but felt did not fit well in any of my chapters. I'm also hoping these will suffice when the juices aren't flowing to crank out any new chapters.
There will be nine chapters, with ratings varying from PG-R. The rating, as well as a brief description and time at which it takes places, will be at the beginning of every chapter.
Enjoy!
Chapter Title: Slugger
Timeline: Sometime during the first month or two of school.
Rating: PG
Summary: Harold finds out the hard way that you should never bad mouth Helga's baby. Drabble.
Word Count: 251
Helga froze in the middle of the hallway, and behind her she could hear Harold laughing obnoxiously at his snide comment.
She'd been dealing with his digs at her since pre-k, but this went beyond any of that.
And she wasn't going to let this one fly.
She whipped around and stomped up to the still laughing football player and gripped his collar. Harold instantly shut up as Helga then proceeded to drag him over to the vacated janitor's closet.
As she slammed the door shut, the big teen scowled, "Hey, Helga what's the big-
"Listen here, ya over sized maroon!" Helga snapped as she shoved him against the door, and fisted her hands into his jersey, "I could care less about the cut rate insults you throw my way, but don't you ever, and I mean ever, say anything about my son again. Ever. Do I make myself clear, Pink Boy?"
Harold vigorously nodded his head, and Helga released him a moment later. She gave him an evaluating look before staring him right in the eyes, "You know what? I'm not entirely convinced you do."
The kids walking by the door paused as they heard a muffled cry for someone's 'mommy' before Helga came out, brushing her hands off. Noticing the curious looks, she scowled, "What the heck are you chuckle heads looking at?"
The blonde made her way down the hallway to her next class, and a moment later Harold came out clutching his stomach, muttering, "Madam Fortress Mommy!"