The noodle incident
Chapter one
This is my version of the noodle incident. Don't get confused with Swing123's story, the noodle incident, okay? Good.
"Calvin, dinner!" Mom called.
Calvin sighed.
"C'mon, Hobbes. Let's go."
Calvin grabbed Hobbes and they went downstairs for dinner.
"NOOOOOOOOOO! The horror! The horror! The rated K story horror!" Calvin screamed, shoving his bowl of noodles away from him.
"Calvin, it's just noodles!" Mom said.
"I hate noodles! I must be allergic to them!" Calvin yelled.
"Calvin, you have to do or eat stuff you hate. It'll build character." Dad said.
"Can I eat something else?" Calvin asked.
"Yes. We have noodle bean salad, noodle green bean casserole, and chicken noodle soup. What'll it be?" Mom said.
Calvin's mouth dropped.
He had to eat the noodles.
Hobbes was reading Calvin's comics.
He can also hear Calvin barfing up noodles in the bathroom.
Calvin stepped out of the bathroom, dizzy.
He collapsed on the bed.
"What am I gonna do?" Calvin said.
"I can't get rid of these noodles…"
Calvin's brain just hatched an idea.
"Oh no." Hobbes said.
"Oh yes." Calvin said.
It was 11:30 PM, and Calvin's parents were sleeping at the time.
Calvin and Hobbes went downstairs to the kitchen where Calvin saw a pot of leftover noodles on the counter.
He grabbed that, and put all the noodles in a plastic bag.
"They always say that things always happen at 11:30 at night." Hobbes yawned.
Calvin put the plastic bag on top of his bedroom drawer.
After that, Calvin and Hobbes went to sleep.
Hobbes didn't sleep too well.
"Something is going to happen. I know it." He said.
Calvin and Hobbes woke up at 6:43 AM.
Calvin grabbed the plastic bag of noodles on top of the drawer and walked to his bus stop.
As usual, Susie was standing next to Calvin at the bus stop.
"What's in the bag?" Susie asked.
"None of your business." Calvin said.
"C'mon, tell me!" Susie said.
"NO!" Calvin said.
So Susie was mad at Calvin the whole day.
It was 12:30 PM.
It was time for lunch.
Calvin wasn't in the cafeteria.
Instead, he was standing in front of Mr. Spittle's office door.
Uh-oh.
That can't be good. Please R&R!