Calvin's Finest
I don't own Calvin and Hobbes
A/N- It's gonna be three chapters.
It was roughly 6 PM, Eastern Time, when they called his newspaper. He called himself Calvin there, and nobody seemed to know his last name. Still, he was the one to intercept the call.
"Calvin, Daily Moon speaking." Calvin sighed into the receiver.
"Calvin, eh?" A police officer's voice replied. The voice was identifiable only by the occasional pause, in which a piece of a donut entered the mouth. "There's been an odd string of robberies downtown. Our detectives are baffled, so we want a reporter. Tell that to your boss."
"Sure." Calvin sighed, putting the receiver down. Who was this policeman kidding? A reporter wouldn't be any good. Not when Stupendous Man was in the area.
Meanwhile, at the crime scene, a controversial detective was ushered onto the scene. Rain had slightly effected his trenchcoat, but he otherwise was untouched as he lit up a cigarette. He stared at the ground. Not really much to stare down at.
Suddenly, the dark area was illuminated by another figure dropping down from the sky. A massive crimson flash emitted from the skies, and Stupendous Man had touched down.
Tracer Bullet snarled slightly at the newcomer. He didn't agree with the seemingly fascistic solutions of the superhero.
"Put out the cigarette, Tracer." Stupendous Man sighed, his eyes piercing his cowl. "It's really bad for your health."
"Thank you, mister walking, talking public service announcement." Tracer growled, taking another puff from the stick in his fingers.
"I suppose you've got some ideas, Trace?" Stupendous Man inquired, giving up on saving Tracer from the throes of lung cancer.
"Plenty." Tracer arrogantly boasted. "None of which I intend to share with you."
Tracer now turned around and began walking down an alley to the next crime scene. Stupendous Man was there, too.
"This isn't going to work, Tracer." Stupendous Man pleaded with the shadowed figure. "We've got to work together."
"What is this, an episode of Batman?" Tracer demanded, turning towards the ground. He stared at the demolished safe door, and walked into the safe. Stupendous Man followed Tracer, who found a twenty-dollar bill and stuck it in his coat.
"Well, Sherlock?" Stupendous Man smiled at his comrade.
"Cut the corn." Tracer sighed, taking another whiff of his cigarette. "I know who we're after."
"Really?" Stupendous Man asked, gleeful as a five-year-old at Christmas. "Where?"
Tracer simply turned around, taking the rain completely in stride, and walked through the dimly-lit streets.
"Hey!" Stupendous Man shouted, jumping into the air. "Don't forget about me!"
And so, as Tracer pushed his way through the rain, Stupendous Man followed, desperately trying to crack the private eye.
I don't own Calvin and Hobbes
A/N- It's gonna be three chapters.
It was roughly 6 PM, Eastern Time, when they called his newspaper. He called himself Calvin there, and nobody seemed to know his last name. Still, he was the one to intercept the call.
"Calvin, Daily Moon speaking." Calvin sighed into the receiver.
"Calvin, eh?" A police officer's voice replied. The voice was identifiable only by the occasional pause, in which a piece of a donut entered the mouth. "There's been an odd string of robberies downtown. Our detectives are baffled, so we want a reporter. Tell that to your boss."
"Sure." Calvin sighed, putting the receiver down. Who was this policeman kidding? A reporter wouldn't be any good. Not when Stupendous Man was in the area.
Meanwhile, at the crime scene, a controversial detective was ushered onto the scene. Rain had slightly effected his trenchcoat, but he otherwise was untouched as he lit up a cigarette. He stared at the ground. Not really much to stare down at.
Suddenly, the dark area was illuminated by another figure dropping down from the sky. A massive crimson flash emitted from the skies, and Stupendous Man had touched down.
Tracer Bullet snarled slightly at the newcomer. He didn't agree with the seemingly fascistic solutions of the superhero.
"Put out the cigarette, Tracer." Stupendous Man sighed, his eyes piercing his cowl. "It's really bad for your health."
"Thank you, mister walking, talking public service announcement." Tracer growled, taking another puff from the stick in his fingers.
"I suppose you've got some ideas, Trace?" Stupendous Man inquired, giving up on saving Tracer from the throes of lung cancer.
"Plenty." Tracer arrogantly boasted. "None of which I intend to share with you."
Tracer now turned around and began walking down an alley to the next crime scene. Stupendous Man was there, too.
"This isn't going to work, Tracer." Stupendous Man pleaded with the shadowed figure. "We've got to work together."
"What is this, an episode of Batman?" Tracer demanded, turning towards the ground. He stared at the demolished safe door, and walked into the safe. Stupendous Man followed Tracer, who found a twenty-dollar bill and stuck it in his coat.
"Well, Sherlock?" Stupendous Man smiled at his comrade.
"Cut the corn." Tracer sighed, taking another whiff of his cigarette. "I know who we're after."
"Really?" Stupendous Man asked, gleeful as a five-year-old at Christmas. "Where?"
Tracer simply turned around, taking the rain completely in stride, and walked through the dimly-lit streets.
"Hey!" Stupendous Man shouted, jumping into the air. "Don't forget about me!"
And so, as Tracer pushed his way through the rain, Stupendous Man followed, desperately trying to crack the private eye.
