Calvin has never thought he would sympathize with his parents. Even as he grew and matured.
Calvin is twenty-seven years old. His mind is foggy as he takes Hobbes out of the dryer and hands him to his son. It is six in the morning, and the six-year-old has woken him up much too early.
Need... Coffee...
"Thanks Dad!" says the kid. "Gotta go, Hobbes and I have a plan to work out!" Plan? That doesn't sound good.
Calvin makes his coffee, takes a shower, and gets dressed. He prepares to leave, making his way out to the car. As he opens the door, he turned back to the house. His eyes travel from bottom to top...
What was his son doing on the roof?!
Calvin sighs and sprints for the shed where the ladder was.
The kid, who is wearing a bungee cord, prepares to leap.
Retribution was at hand.