Please remember that flames will be used to fry marshmallows.
A suction gun lay on the ground, abandoned by its owner. Suddenly a child's hand reached out and grabbed it.
"A weapon! Perfect!" a voice said. "Hobbes is never going to suspect this!"
Rustling followed as somebody climbed a tree, giggling maliciously.
"Torpedo one...fire!" thpow!
"Torpedo two...fire!" thpow!
"Torpedo whatever...fire!" thpow!
"ALL RIGHT! I SURRENDER! YOU GOT ME!"
A yellow ochre tiger bounded out of a nearby bush, three suction cups stuck to his back.
"HA HA HA! I KNEW YOU'D SURRENDER!!" screamed the unknown voice.
A spiky-haired blond boy fell from the tree he'd been firing from. "So, how did ya like it, Hobbes?" he asked the tiger.
Hobbes glared at the boy. "Oh, I had the time of my life, Calvin," he snarled.
Calvin sighed. "Do I detect a note of sarcasm?"
"Maybe. You wouldn't have liked it either, fur makes suction awful if the thingys get a grip." Hobbes pulled at one of the suction cups, wincing as they popped off.
"Maybe you didn't notice, butthead, but I do not have fur." Calvin had a skeptical look on his face.
"Calling me names now, huh? Well, you're a muffin face!" Hobbes glared at the six-year-old, the last of the suction cups in his paws (or should I say hands?).
"Oh yeah? Poopaws!" Calvin leaned forward, all thoughts of his finding driven away.
"POTTY MOUTH! CALVIN IS A POTTY MOUTH!!" Hobbes ran around, his hands cupped to his mouth as he shouted this breaking news.
Just then, a woman yelled out the door.
"CALVIN! DINNER!"
She watched as her son plodded down his favorite wagon riding hill, stuffed tiger in his arms. He seemed to be having a "fight" with his tiger. She smiled, and turned back to the lemonade she was making.
"Great," Calvin muttered, "And I almost called you my most ingenious name yet…"
"Hey, it's all right," Hobbes said. "I didn't want to know it anyways."
Calvin smiled.