A/N: Well, I'm back! I had this weird idea to make a bunch of stories that involve marshmallows. I thought it over, and I decided I'd go along with it anyway. But tell me if you want me to stop.

Disclaimer: I don't own Calvin and Hobbes, Bill Watterson and always will. So take that, Calvin and Hobbes movie fans!

"Hobbes, look!"

Calvin walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl. "Mom bought a packet of marshmallows!"

"Hmm," Hobbes walked over looking interested. The bowl looked very inviting. He picked a marshmallow up. "This feels like it has something on it."

"Oh don't worry," said Calvin. "All of them feel like that."

"Well, if you say so." Hobbes popped it in. "KHIAJSIJM! SS-W-WE-E—TTT!"

"Oh, yeah, about that. The marshmallows were a bit tasteless, so I sprinkled a bit of sugar on them." Calvin picked up a marshmallow and ate it. "Mmmmm. Pure delight."

Hobbes glared at him.

"OK. This oughta work." Calvin walked across once agan, holding two sandwiches. "Here, Hobbes. Try this," he said, handing him a sandwich.

Hobbes looked at it strangely. "This doesn't have any sugar, right?"

"Right."

Hobbes took a bite - and spit it into Calvin's face. "EEEEEEWWWWWW! What the heck is this!?"

"I spread a thin layer of nutella over the marshmallows."

"Nutella? Are you sick? Who has chocolate with their marshmallows?"

"Well, for starters, everybody?"

"Hmpf." Hobbes looked away. "I'm not eating this."

"Fine. Picky, picky."

Calvin came back with another bowl of marshmallows. "Here. You'll like these."

"Do these have anything on them?" Hobbes asked suspiciously.

"No."

"Do these have anything sugary on them?"

"No."

"Well then, let's dig in!" Hobbes grinned, rubbing his hands

SNARF SNARF SNARF SNARF!

"WACK! THOOO!" Hobbes spat his mouthful out. "WHAT IS THIS?"

"Oatmeal. Why?"

"OATMEAL!"

"Yeah, I stuffed the marshmallows full of oatmeal."

"WHY!"

"I wanted to see how it tasted."

"BLEAH! TAKE YOUR STUPID OATMEAL AND GO AWAY!"

"OK, OK!"

"AND IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME PROPER MARSHMALLOWS, I'LL MAKE MY OWN SANDWHICHES!

"OK! Jeez!"

Calvin came back with another bowl full of- you know. Marshmallows.

Hobbes glared at him. "Do these have anything weird inside?"

"No."

"Anything weird on the outside?"

'Nope-sies."

"Fine. BUT - if there's anything weird inside, I'm going to spit it in your face."

"OK."

Hobbes picked up a marshmallow and ate it. "THOOO! NOW WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"I put pickles inside."

"PICKLES? YOU TOLD ME THERE WAS NOTHING WEIRD INSIDE!"

"Pickles aren't weird, are they?" said Calvin, rubbing the pickle/marshmallow off his face.

"THEY MOST CERTAINLY ARE! FROM NOW, I MAKE MY OWN MARSHMALLOW SANDWICHES! AND YOU HAVE TO EAT THEM!

"OK, fine! Some people just don't appreciate art.." muttered Calvin as he walked away.

"Mmmm! There's nothing I like better than a delicious tuna-mayo-marshmallow sandwich, don't you?"

Calvin glared at Hobbes and tried to stomach another bite of the disgusting concoction.

THE END