Meet Hazardous Harold

Harold Mitchell is nine years old. His mum describes him as "all elbows and knees"—which was a nice way of saying he was tall and gangling, and he tripped over his own feet at least three times a day. His light brown hair never stayed combed for more than five minutes, and his shoelaces had a magical ability to untie themselves whenever he wasn't looking.

His best friends Murphy and Mia say Harold is the king of last-minute ideas. His teacher, said he had "untapped potential" (which was teacher code for "could do better if he actually tried"). And his mum said he was "creatively spontaneous" (which pretty much meant he left everything until the last possible second).

But here's the thing: Harold always figured things out. Eventually. Usually. Well... most of the time.