A/N: Well now, my first FanFic. Ever. Hope you enjoy it, whomever you may be! c:
Disclaimer: Calvin and Hobbes is by no means mine, nor are any of Mr. Watterson's fantastic inventions of the imagination.
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As Calvin was packing his clothes and necessities into an already full suitcase, his mother called him to come downstairs; she handed him a duster, a miniature vacuum and a large black garbage bag.
"I want you to clean out your closet before you leave. Who knows what might be growing in there? I don't want to have to wake up in the middle of the night with one of your childhood rot monsters chasing after me." She grimaced. She hadn't been near Calvin's closet for nearly four years, ever since she found a moldy sandwich partying on the floor of the back corner, plastered to the carpet.
"Yeah, yeah," Calvin muttered, "Whatever you say, Mom." Calvin's mom patted him on his yellow head absently and went back to cooking dinner. He rolled his eyes.
As Calvin barreled through his closet, throwing stray garbage into the trash bag, he marveled at the things that he found in there. The majority of his stuff was so small! He couldn't remember the last time he took out his toboggan, or played with his Stupendous Man cape.
He smiled as he remembered the time he'd been stuck in the closet playing Stupendous Man, the man who needed no assistance. In his predicament, he had shifted his focus and played "Stupendous Man: Defender of the Darkness of Doom" for over an hour until his dad came home, opened the closet, and nearly had a heart attack when Calvin had leapt out at him with an extremely loud, "YAHHHH!"
Needless to say, Calvin had been grounded for a week for pillaging his Mom's coats, stepping all over her shoes, and scaring his father half to death.
Digging through his closet, Calvin also found his water gun (and part-time transmogrifier), a hefty helmet, packs of water balloons, yellowed newspaper hats, a tiny red spaceship, sports balls and sticks, as well as a pack of flags in a variety of colors.
Turning to put the sport equipment into a cardboard box he had found in the closet (labeled on the side as 'Transmogrifier' and 'Duplicator'), he heard shuffling behind him. He looked back at the closet. Nothing seemed amiss; everything was still in its gigantic pile. When he turned around again, he heard more shuffling, and something being moved. He whipped around, but all he saw was a pile of old trains, plastic toy cars, a scarf, and a thick orange and black striped rope-like object. Frowning, he turned around again and finished putting away the flags. The pile of toys was quiet. Calvin looked at the pile suspiciously, and walked out of the room to find another box.
Halfway down the stairs, Calvin heard a loud CRASH. He sprinted back up to his room and stood in the doorway wide-eyed.
A small tiger standing on its back paws was dusting himself off, and the remains of the glass lamp that used to be on the nightstand were around him. Looking up at the doorway, he smiled.
"You're a lot taller than I remember, Calvin," Hobbes said with a mischievous grin.
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A/N: Well, what do you think? It'd be wonderful if you R&R.