A/N: The idea for this is based on all the polls Calvin shows to his Dad.
As with all the stories I'm slowly moving to my other account due to the
reasons on my profile, this one will be slightly re-edited (I say slightly
because I didn't find as much problem with this, as with say..the Calvin
and Hobbes show (my version).
Disclaimer: I don't own Calvin and Hobbes
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Winter threw a blizzard at the neighborhood and although many saw it, they were all in their cozy houses drinking hot chocolate. But the events in one house are..shall we say, interesting. "Dad, we have the new polls!" The six year old boy slowly went up to his Dad, who was reading the newspaper. The boy, Calvin, held a bunch of papers covered with charts and graphs that almost covered the small boy.
"Oh joy." His father muttered sarcastically, and then turned a page of the paper. The fire in the fireplace crackled. He slowly shook his head when he glimpsed the article about how his son had flooded the street, preventing all traffic from going through the neighborhood due to the ice that covered the street. Sure, all the kids had had fun but he had stretched a muscle when he fell down.
"It's partly good news." His son commented, as if wanting attention. His father nodded then slowly put down the paper.
"Calvin, if you want to tell me about the polls, get it over with. I can't stand the suspense." The Dad rolled his eyes, but the yellow-haired boy didn't notice.
"Well, popularity is dropping, especially with the target group, mainly the six year olds and the tigers. But from the second group, the Moms, is a feeling of sympathy. They seem to know how hard this job is. Unfortunately they are not the majority." Calvin stopped for a moment to let the words sink in.
"If you can just think up a way to gain the target groups respect, you could stay in office for a longer time." Calvin hit his head in frustration. "Wait a minute! I'm you advisor! I can help you think up ideas." The Dad and Calvin both knew that that was an act, but the boy continued. "One of mine is to increase the amount of dessert. One other idea is to let them go to bed later. Another -"
"Listen Calvin, as much as I appreciate all this, I think I have it under control." The man stood up, stretched and winced as the muscle he had pulled started hurting.
"But what if they revolt and kick you out?" Calvin faked a horrified look.
"I have an idea," Calvin's Dad bent down and whispered into his son's ear. "I'll just make them go to bed earlier. Then, later, I'll raise the time when they go to bed and then they'll think their bedtime isn't so bad after all. And for the desserts --" Calvin's eyes widened and he bolted out of the room.
Calvin's Dad grinned and thought to himself, "I knew that would settle it." With that he went into the dining room for dinner.
Disclaimer: I don't own Calvin and Hobbes
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Winter threw a blizzard at the neighborhood and although many saw it, they were all in their cozy houses drinking hot chocolate. But the events in one house are..shall we say, interesting. "Dad, we have the new polls!" The six year old boy slowly went up to his Dad, who was reading the newspaper. The boy, Calvin, held a bunch of papers covered with charts and graphs that almost covered the small boy.
"Oh joy." His father muttered sarcastically, and then turned a page of the paper. The fire in the fireplace crackled. He slowly shook his head when he glimpsed the article about how his son had flooded the street, preventing all traffic from going through the neighborhood due to the ice that covered the street. Sure, all the kids had had fun but he had stretched a muscle when he fell down.
"It's partly good news." His son commented, as if wanting attention. His father nodded then slowly put down the paper.
"Calvin, if you want to tell me about the polls, get it over with. I can't stand the suspense." The Dad rolled his eyes, but the yellow-haired boy didn't notice.
"Well, popularity is dropping, especially with the target group, mainly the six year olds and the tigers. But from the second group, the Moms, is a feeling of sympathy. They seem to know how hard this job is. Unfortunately they are not the majority." Calvin stopped for a moment to let the words sink in.
"If you can just think up a way to gain the target groups respect, you could stay in office for a longer time." Calvin hit his head in frustration. "Wait a minute! I'm you advisor! I can help you think up ideas." The Dad and Calvin both knew that that was an act, but the boy continued. "One of mine is to increase the amount of dessert. One other idea is to let them go to bed later. Another -"
"Listen Calvin, as much as I appreciate all this, I think I have it under control." The man stood up, stretched and winced as the muscle he had pulled started hurting.
"But what if they revolt and kick you out?" Calvin faked a horrified look.
"I have an idea," Calvin's Dad bent down and whispered into his son's ear. "I'll just make them go to bed earlier. Then, later, I'll raise the time when they go to bed and then they'll think their bedtime isn't so bad after all. And for the desserts --" Calvin's eyes widened and he bolted out of the room.
Calvin's Dad grinned and thought to himself, "I knew that would settle it." With that he went into the dining room for dinner.