Disclaimer: I do not own Calvin and Hobbes, or anything related to the series.
"Spaceman Spiff is hidden in the dark chamber of evil aliens. He thought for sure they were going to devour him, but instead, they have decided to let him go. Spaceman Spiff sees the aliens coming with the keys, ready to unlock his cell and set him free, knowing he would not make a tasty meal."
The school bell rang.
Calvin was the first to spring out of his seat. He jumped up and ran out of the classroom before Ms. Wormwood could even say "Have a nice summer, children."
Calvin burst out of the doors to the school and shoved everyone out of his way when he was running to the bus. He was running to his school bus until he was stopped.
"Hi, Calvin," said a familiar voice behind him. Calvin turned around and saw Susie walking towards him, with that big smile on her face. "Calvin, aren't you happy that it's summer?"
"Yes!" Calvin said. "Now don't bug me, I want to get on the bus so I can go home!"
"Wait!" Susie said as Calvin turned around. "Do you want to get together and play sometime this weekend? I'm sure we'll have lots of fun over each other's houses."
Calvin scoffed. "Heck, no!" he said. "I wouldn't invite you over my house, or go over your house, even if you were the last girl on earth!" Saying this, he walked away, leaving Susie staring at him with eyes filled with anger and sadness at the same time.
He hopped on the school bus and was smiling the entire ride home, knowing a difficult year of school was over and that he would have about three months of relaxation.
When the bus finally came to Calvin's stop, Calvin hopped off and ran into his house. Of course, Hobbes tackled him as usual when he came in through the door. But, Calvin didn't care the slightest bit today.
"Hobbes!" yelled Calvin, taking off his jacket and throwing it on the floor. "It's finally summer! Can you believe it!"
Hobbes was smiling too. "Now I can torment you all day and not just during the late afternoon and night."
"This is going to be awesome!" yelled Calvin, jumping up and down. "No more getting up at 7:00 in the morning, no more homework, no more tests, no more Ms. Wormwood, and best of all, no more-"
"Hi, Rosalyn," Calvin heard his mom say. Calvin's eyes opened wide in terror and turned around. There she was, standing there…Rosalyn. Rosalyn looked back at Calvin with the same nasty look he was giving her.
"What gives!" Calvin yelled, walking over to his mom. "What's Rosalyn doing here? How come she isn't smooching with her boyfriend at a movie theater?"
"Calvin!" his mom yelled. "Your father and I are going to the annual family picnic this year, and you're not coming."
"Why not?" Calvin yelled.
"Because you are a pest to everyone there," his mom said, sternly. "You always ask when we're going home, you refuse to eat anything, and you don't want to talk to any of your relatives."
"I don't even know those people!" Calvin raged. "Besides, I eat stuff. Like…um…brownies? Yeah, I eat lots of brownies there."
Calvin's mom sighed. "You never eat any real food. Besides, you wouldn't like what your father is bringing."
"That's right, Calvin," said Calvin's dad, coming out of the kitchen, carrying a clear plastic container with a home made food in it. "These are Cajun-marinated steaks. They're very spicy, I needed a lot of hot sauce to make them."
"Yes, but did you absolutely HAVE to buy three bottles of hot sauce? You didn't even need one bottle when making those steaks," Calvin's mom said angrily.
"Hey, I don't see you making anything!" Calvin's dad shot back, but then turned to Calvin and started talking to him to avoid an argument. "Anyway, this will be a three day picnic, so I want you to behave for Rosalyn."
"THREE DAYS!" yelled Calvin, full of rage. His summer was already getting ruined.
"Yes, the picnic is one day," Calvin's mom said. "One day to drive up there, one day to spend there, and one day to drive back. Do the math."
Calvin's parents walked outside towards their car, with Calvin having a look of distress on his face. "Be good for Rosalyn!" they yelled, getting into their car. They drove off, and Calvin's face dropped.
As soon as Calvin's parents drove away, Rosalyn looked at Calvin and started poking him hard in the chest.
"Listen, you little punk," she said in a soft, yet aggressive tone. "I don't like starting my summer with you anymore than you like starting yours with me. But, listen up. If you do as I say and don't try anything stupid like you've done in the past, then these three days will go by quickly. Got it?"
"Sure. Of course I've got it," Calvin said in an irritable tone. "Just to let you know, Roz, I'm not going to let you push me around at all. I don't take orders from stupid, slimy, evil girls like you!"
"Why you little!…" Rosalyn yelled, going for him. But, she regained self control and stopped. "Listen here, Calvin," she said. "I'm going to be cooking for you over the next few days, along with doing your laundry and making sure you get a bath. Please, try not to make my job so hard."
Calvin didn't say anything. He didn't think Rosalyn deserved his respect, after all the annoying times she had to baby sit him. An evil smile slowly started to spread across Calvin's face, and he started formulating a plan to make this his best attempt at ruining Rosalyn's night (or in this case, weekend) yet.