Alright, people. A new wacky idea snuck on me in the dead of night (well, more like the middle of the afternoon), and I have an urge to start a new fic. BUT, this will be a series of drabbles about different characters… though they'll all have one thing in common: they'll be fluff-shots.

Here is a series of fluffy moments I've decided to throw out at my favorite cartoon/movie/book/anime characters. Some may be crossover'd, others may include OOC-ness (depending on the characters used), and some might just leave you melting. …I'm open for suggestions!

So, here's the first set!

Characters: Calvin and Hobbes.

From: Calvin and Hobbes comic strips.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Bill Watterson.

~T~

It was another dreadful day for Calvin.

His mother had stormed into his room, yelling at him to get up before he missed the bus. Sluggishly, he slipped his school clothes on and ate breakfast, then was forced to go out into the rain to wait for the bus…

Only problem was that someone's dog started chasing him, making him hide in someone's garden until the hound had decided to run after something else… but by that time, the bus had left. The owner of the garden, Mrs. Feeny, shouted at Calvin to get out of her flowers, and it was no doubt she would be making a complaint to his parents about trampling her petunias.

He was late to school… though that didn't bother him. He hated school. The only thing that made him hate it more was how his homework assignment got drenched in the rain, forcing the teacher to give him an 'F' (though she would have done it anyway, since he had made up answers at the last minute before bedtime the previous evening).

During lunch, Moe had caught him in the hall, demanding fifty cents (double of what he usually asked for). Unfortunately, there had been a hole in Calvin's pocket which the money had slipped out of… and soon there was a six-year-old-shaped crater in the wall.

Ms. Wormwood then announced a pop math quiz. Having never paid attention to the subject, Calvin tried to cheat off Susie for the umpteenth time, and was caught by the teacher as usual, flunking the test and being sent to the principal's office.

The day dragged on, and not even spacing off into a Spaceman Spiff or Tracer Bullet fantasies helped the six-year-old get by, obviously because he was bracing himself for whatever disaster of the day awaited him next. …That, and the teacher kept yelling at him to pay attention when she noticed he kept slipping into his dream world.

It was then, finally, time to go home… though the rain had turned to hail, and Calvin had tried to catch the bus… if his zipper didn't get caught in his pants at his last restroom break and delayed him, and the six-year-old was forced to wait until the balls of ice stopped falling before having to walk home in the gloomy weather once more.

What a rotten day… he thought. If only I could have stayed in bed. I should have faked sick… or maybe had hid out in the treehouse until 3 o'clock. Oh, well… at least it can't get any worse…

There was barking then, and the deranged dog from that morning once again bounded after Calvin. "Augh! Not again!" he cried, running to his front door, yanking it open-

*KA-POW!*

…getting greeted by one of Hobbes' usual pounces. The tiger pinned him down, looking back at the house, seeing the crater they had made. "Wow! Another six inches from yesterday! That's a new record!" he exclaimed, then heard growling, seeing the dog. "Whoa! Who owns this furball?"

"I don't know, but he won't stop chasing me!" Calvin said, standing up. The dog snapped at him, nipping his arm. "Ow!"

Hobbes growled and swiped at the dog's snout, leaving a scratch, and the canine ran off yelping. "Hmph, and I thought they were supposed to be man's best friend."

They walked into the house, where Calvin's Mom awaited them. "Calvin, Mrs. Feeny called, and she said she caught you in her garden-" she began, then noticed the bite on Calvin's arm. "My goodness! What happened?"

"Call the pound and report a rabid dog, Mom! Someone's hellhound has been after me all day!" Calvin snapped.

"Who's dog was it?"

"I don't know. It started chasing me from the bus-stop, until I hid in Mrs. Feeny's garden. I was late for school, and my homework got drenched, and then there was a hole in my pocket where my money fell out and Moe pounded me again, then I flunked a test, then I had to wait after school until it stopped hailing, and then the same dog started chasing me again as soon as I reached the block! It's been nothing but mayhem for me all day!"

"Oh, that's terrible… Lets take care of that bite. I'll be right back," She walked out of the room.

"Boy, sounds like Lady Luck skipped out on you for the day." Hobbes said.

"Yeah, and it's all because of that dumb dog. If it hadn't chased me, I would have made it to school on time, my homework would have been dry, I wouldn't have lost my money, Moe wouldn't have pounded me, I could have concentrated better in class, saving me a trip to the principal's office and giving me more time to use the bathroom…" he sighed, sitting down. "This day was a disaster. That dumb dog is still loose, and will probably try to eat me alive as soon as I step foot outside."

Hobbes put an arm around him. "Not while I'm around, it won't. I've had trouble with a dog in the past, too, when one kidnapped me… though on the bright side, I ended up having tea and cookies with Susie. I got a few bites, but got cookies."

"Yeah, meanwhile I've got this gash in my arm, and Mom's probably going to have to perform surgery to fix it up. And I'll probably get rabies, too."

"And that's the reason why that dog should keep away. Messing with me is no big deal- we tigers can handle a mono-e-mono fight with other creatures. But when it comes to my best friend, we're more vicious than a whole pack of dogs! If it chases after you again, he's going to end up with more than a scratch on his snout."

Calvin gave a small grin. "Thanks, buddy." he hugged his friend, tightly.

"Anytime, pal."

Calvin's Mom came back with some peroxide and a band-aid. "I got some Gargoyle© band-aids for you to cover up that bite with, and this peroxide will keep it from getting infected," she said, dabbing some of the liquid on then covering it up. "And if that dog comes around again, I'll be sure to call someone to pick it up, before it bites anyone again."

"I wouldn't worry about it, Mom." Calvin said, keeping an arm around Hobbes, who appeared to be just a stuffed animal in his mom's sight. "Hobbes gave that dog one heck of a claw-mark on his snout, so I bet it'll think twice before coming around here again. After all, not everyone on the block has a tiger around,"

His mom chuckled. "I'll call the pound, just to be on the safe side. Why don't you go sit by the fireplace and get dry, and I'll get you some cookies."

Calvin and Hobbes sat by the fireplace, warming up. The tiger spread out on his back, allowing the six-year-old to lean against his warm tummy, as his mom brought them chocolate chip cookies to munch on. Today was a pretty bad day… Calvin thought, listening to Hobbes' breathing. But when you've got a best friend to watch your back, it's not a big deal.

~T~

I always loved Calvin and Hobbes' warm, fuzzy moments… and I'm shocked to see that I've never written one until now! O.O

Hope you enjoyed, and stay tuned to see which characters come up next!