Disclaimer: I don't own anybody.  The idea for this story came from the Review Guy.

            Calvin stared at the test paper.  "2+6."  He stared at it harder.  Nothing.  His head went blank.  In desperation, he poked Susie, who was sitting across the aisle.  "Psstt!  Hey Susie, what's the answer for number 5?"

            "10,000." Susie replied without even looking at him.

            "Um... what's the answer for number 6?"

            "A gazillion."

            "Number 7?"

            "A billion."

            It was lunch.  Susie tried to hold down an urge to throw up when Calvin claimed that he was eating snail sandwich garnished with kitty litter.  "Want a bite?"

            "Calvin!  That's gross!"

            "Really, it's good." Calvin held up the sandwich in front of her.

            "EWW!  MISS WORMWOOOOD!"

            When Miss Wormwood  gave back the test papers, Calvin stared in disbelief.  He had gotten a D-.  Each of his answers for numbers 5, 6, and 7 were crossed out. 

            Calvin scowled at Susie.  She was smirking happily at him, showing him the A printed on her paper.  "I'm going to get you for this, Susie."

            Calvin sat on his bed, putting.  Next to him lay Hobbes, lazily reading a comic book. 

            "I just can't believe it.  I hate Susie, that rotten, no-good, stinking..." Calvin clenched his teeth.  "There's got to be some way to get rid of her."

            "I have an idea." Hobbes said.

            "Yeah?"

            "First, I want to see a can of salmon."

            Later that day, Susie was walking near Calvin's tree house.  Suddenly, she saw a stuffed kitten hanging from a rope attached to the tree branch.  As she grabbed the cat, the rope slipped and a whole bucket of mud came pouring down.

            Calvin peered down from his tree house.  "Having a good time, Susie?  Ha! Ha!"

            As he watched Susie fume and run for her house, Calvin and Hobbes rolled on the floor of the tree house, laughing.

            'Whew," Calvin said when they calmed down.  "We should do this more often."

            Hobbes stared in surprise at his head.

            "What are you staring at, fuzzball?" Calvin said.

            "When did you get a green halo around your head?"

            ""A HALO!???  GET IT AWAY!" Calvin dashed across the tree house.  The green circle of light remained where it was.  Suddenly, out of it popped three men in strange clothes.  One of them carried a blaster.  Each of them had on the same type of hat used in G.R.O.S.S.

            They looked around in bewilderment.  Then they looked at Calvin and gave a shout.  "It's him!"

            Calvin gulped nervously.  "Uh, who are you guys?"

            "You are the founder of our secret society!" The men fell on their knees.  

            "You mean G.R.O.S.S.?"

            "Yes, great one.  We have already destroyed a number of girls.  Oh, and this is the sacred tiger which we use for our ceremonies!" They looked respectfully at Hobbes, who was leaning on the wall.

            Calvin blinked.  Then he smiled.  "Yes!  YES!  At last!  You, my followers, must destroy a wicked girl named Susie Derkins.  Go, my faithful minions!"

            "Uhh... sir, I'm afraid we cannot." The man with the blaster stood up and said.

            Calvin frowned.  "Why not?   I am the great supreme dictator for life Calvin!  You must obey me!  Bow to me!"

            "I regret to tell you that... you are dicTRAITOR for life."

            "WHAT!  I am not!"

            "Dictraitor to be."

            "NO!  NEVER!"

            "And I must, under the laws of G.R.O.S.S., execute you, though regretfully."

            Calvin leaped back.  "NO WAY!  HELP!"

            The man aimed his blaster.  He fired.

            R&R!