I don't own Calvin and Hobbes. This story will also introduce my own original character, unlike anyone ever seen in Calvin and Hobbes Fan fictions.
Many of you Calvin and Hobbes fans have heard of the infamous Noodle Incident. An incident so terrible that Calvin refuses to acknowledge his part in it, even to his best friend.
But what happened? Why does Calvin feel so guilty about it? Why is Calvin so scared that someone will discover his part in it? And why is it named so strangely?
This fan fiction will tell you the truth about the Noodle incident. Read on, and discover the terrible truth.
15:29
November 18th…
Calvin came home one Tuesday afternoon happier than usual considering that he'd been at school all day.
"I'M HOOOMME!" Calvin called out as he opened the door to come face-to-face with a charging tiger. "Darn. Why didn't I see this coming?"
The next thing Calvin knew, he was on the ground, feeling the impact of being tackled by the world's most popular tiger, Hobbes.
"That was a good tailspin." Hobbes bragged cheerfully, as the duo dusted themselves off. "It knocked you down so fast that…"
"Let's disregard your imprudent antics, high-quality companion." Calvin said.
"Huh? Why are you talking like that?" Hobbes asked.
"Because, today I just got my very first A." Calvin smiled as he showed Hobbes a paper on the American Revolution. "And you know what that means."
Hobbes snatched the paper and read it. It was true. Calvin had gotten an A. "That the world is coming to an end?"
"Ha Ha!" Calvin said. "Must I point out Dad's promise at the beginning of the school year?"
19:14
September 6th…
"Now Calvin I know that you have a short attention span and that tomorrow is your first day of school." Calvin's Dad explained.
"So, is that why you tied me up to this chair?" Calvin snapped.
"Yeah basically." Calvin's Dad admitted. "Now, I'm going to make this speech short."
"Thank god!"
"Just be quiet already." Calvin's Dad said. "Now, I cannot stress the importance of good grades and studying. They will basically decide what you're going to do with your life. And they will build character…"
"AHH! HOBBES! MOM! SOMEONE! HELP ME! DAD'S TALKING ABOUT CHARACTER AGAIN!" Calvin screamed as he attempted to squirm out of his chair.
"Shut up!" Calvin's Dad snapped. "I'll just skip to the point. Do you know that arcade downtown?"
"Of course!" Calvin answered. "I plan to be buried there. Under hours of kids playing 'The Antonio Brothers' Or 'Swift the Hedgehog'!"
"Yeah so anyway…"
"And 'Horsy Kong' and 'The Story of Hilda'…" Calvin continued blissfully.
"Uh… Calvin…"
"And 'Balloon Battle' and 'Mac Man' and 'Froggar'…" Calvin listed.
"Stop Listing Videogames…"
"And 'Frost Climbers' and 'G-Zero' and…"
"IT'S MY TURN TO SPEAK!" Calvin's Dad shouted. "Anyway, I will no longer be allowing you to go there once a month like in the past."
Instantly, Calvin shut up. "How dare you? You've always hated me, haven't you? I've suspected it all my life."
Dad buried his face in his hands. "Calvin, I don't hate you. I just think it's time to earn your arcade privileges now. I have a deal. For every assignment that you can get an A on, I'll take you to the arcade. Now, if you do good enough, you'll be able to go pretty much every school day. But if you don't study, then I may never have to take you again. Do we have a deal?"
"If I say no, will I still be allowed to go once a month?" Calvin asked.
"No!"
"We have a deal."
15:31
November 18th…
"You had a golden deal like that and you still didn't study?" Hobbes asked taken aback as the duo entered the house.
"Of course. Video games are great and all, but they just aren't worth it." Calvin explained before he entered the living room to find his parents on the family couch.
"Hello my Primary Care givers. Your preferred adolescent has approached." Calvin called out.
"What are you doing?" Calvin's Mom asked. "Did you eat a thesaurus or something?"
"Do the pair of you happen to remember Dad making a little deal with me?" Calvin asked as he handed his Dad the paper. "Well it's time for you to hold up your end of the bargain."
Calvin's Dad yelped out in shock. "No way. I don't believe it."
"Well it's true!" Calvin replied. "I'll see you in the truck."
"You cheated didn't you?" Mom accused. "Quick, who's your favourite War Hero?"
"Benedict Arnold!" Calvin replied, causing Mom and Dad to instantly stare.
"Benedict Arnold?" Dad said. "He was nothing but a scumbag traitor."
"Well he was upset about the promotion of junior officers over a popular hero like he was at the time. Pennsylvania authorities were charging him with violating military regulations, which ended up in causing him being tried by a court-martial. And he did really need money to pay for a bunch of wartime expenses and to pay for his Philadelphia extravagances. Plus Arnold also really disliked the Franco-American alliance." Calvin explained.
The parent sighed. As much as they hated that their son idolized the world's most famous traitor, there was no doubt about it. Calvin actually studied for that assignment.
"Alright. Go to the car. We've got to make a quick call." Calvin's Dad said as he grabbed the phone and dialled a number.
"Cool!" Calvin called out enthusiastically. "Come on Hobbes! We're gonna play video games."
As Calvin ran for the vehicle with Hobbes in tow, Dad began talking to someone over the phone.
"Hi Bill, it's me. I'm calling to say that Calvin got an A. Today is November 19th, who won the pool… Uh, huh… dammit…Oh well, you better call them now. I'll see you later."
"So who won?" Mom asked.
"The Waterson couple down the street won with April 31st, 2012." Dad answered.
"Damn it. We lost by less than a month."
16:12
November 18th…
"Wow you're good." Hobbes said as he watched Calvin play a racing game, and easily dominated it for the twentieth time.
"I know!" Calvin replied as he sped past the next checkpoint, by far in first place.
"I can't believe you had to use stilts to reach the pedals." Hobbes commented.
"I don't care." Calvin said as he made a sharp turn.
"I really don't wanna see you when you grow up. You are a natural at racing." Hobbes added, before Calvin stood up on his stilts in celebration.
"Boo ya! First place!" Calvin called out. "I rule!"
"You got all the high scores." Hobbes pointed out.
"I'm good…" Calvin replied as he started adding his initials again.
The duo walked over to a nearby arcade game called "Comets".
Calvin inserted some quarters that his mom had given him. As he started playing the game, a slip of paper was handed to Calvin.
"Huh." Calvin said as he looked around to try and see who had done it. He had no idea where the person had gone.
"Watch out!" Hobbes called out.
Calvin looked at the game to see himself nearly getting crushed by a comey. He just barely managed to dive his character out of the way.
"Hobbes, take over." Calvin ordered quickly.
Hobbes grabbed the controls and started playing as Calvin read the note,
"To Whom it May Concern,
Meet me tonight at 123 Swing Avenue, Nine O'clock. I have a job for you.
Anonymous
P.S. The payoff will be a three-week vacation from school. Plus a clean permanent record and a rather decent amount of money."
Calvin studied the paper. He wondered who had given it to him. And what did the person mean by job. It was something he was determined to find out. But first things first…
"Get off of there, Hobbes!" Calvin said as he walked after his friend.
"No doing. It's time for me to get a high score." Hobbes replied before a comet suddenly crushed his character. "Darn it."
20:05
November 18th…
"Good night, Calvin." Mom said as she tucked Calvin into bed.
"Yeah… good night…" Calvin replied as Mom began to walk away.
Just before leaving however, Mom paused as turned to her kid. "What're you planning?" She asked suspiciously.
"Excuse me?"
"You didn't put up any fuss at all." Mom pointed out. "That's never happened."
Calvin pretended to look hurt. "Does a son need a reason to let his mother relax for once?"
Mom looked at Calvin suspiciously as she left the room. As soon as she was out of earshot, Hobbes turned to Calvin and asked, "What're you planning?"
"I'm just planning to sneak out for a business deal." Calvin answered as he got up and walked to his closet. He pulled out a jacket and put it on.
"Cover for me." Calvin added as he began to climb out of the window.
"Only if you tell me exactly what is going on!" Hobbes said.
"Deal!"
20:58
November 18th…
After much wandering of the streets, Calvin walked into 123 Swing Avenue, which turned out to be nothing but an empty lot.
"Oh. Reeeaal Mature!" Calvin said. "Lure me out here in the middle of night for nothing."
Calvin sighed and began to leave before hearing a very familiar, and very intimidating voice.
"Hello Twinkie."
And by the way, Benedict Arnold is not one of my heroes. I barely even know anything about him. I just searched a dictionary for that info. I'm a freaking Canadian. Where am I going to learn about the American Revolution?