"You know, Hobbes, some people never get to walk in a beautiful forest like this one," Calvin commented with a sigh, waving his hand around to show all the beauty and grace of the towering oaks, pines, and conifers. Beautiful green leaves hung from the trees, forming a curtain of...eh...greenery, and green grass formed a carpet of...green. Calvin closed his eyes and smiled.

"And some people," muttered Hobbes. "face the nerve-chilling prospect of never doing anything else."

"Shut up. We'll find our way home."

"Oh, really?" said Hobbes sarcastically. "Then tell me you recognize this."

Calvin looked around. "Nope, guess I don't. I guess we're really lost this time."

"Thanks to you and your stupid, dorky 'nature walk' idea."

"Shut up. Besides, you were the one who said you saw a tigress babe this way."

"WHAT? I did NOT!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"DID TOO!"

"I SO DID NOT!"

"Okay, let's calm down," suggested Calvin. Hobbes panted. His face was red and his fangs were bared. His claws were extended as if threatening to kill Calvin. His fur was puffed up, making him look like an angry cat.

"We'd-better-forage-for shelter," he gasped. Then his face brightened. "This will be fun! We can be modern Robinson Crusoes, living off the land by our wits! We'll be rugged explorers!"

"Yeah! We'll be free from all the constraints of civilization! Oh boy!" cried Calvin. The two began foraging through the forest excitedly, and then...

"Hey, isn't that our back yard?"

"Why, so it is."

The two looked at each other sadly. Their grand adventure had ended as soon as it had started...or had it? The two looked at each other with mischief in ther eyes, and grinned.

"I don't care how long you'll be gone. I'm only making you ONE sandwich," Calvin's mom informed as she spread the peanut butter.

"Then do we have any rifles?" asked Calvin.

"No! What do you think this place is?" she demanded. "We don't hunt! We never did!"

"Then what is this?" asked Calvin, dragging up an old, old rifle from the basement.

"What the ? Where did that come from?" cried his mother, dropping the butter knife. She put her hands to her cheeks. "Could it be...the White Ghost?"

"Who's the White Ghost?" asked Calvin, dropping the rifle with a bang.

His mother jumped, and continued. "He is a frightening specter who floats around, never doing anything but leaving odds and ends in basements. The items he places can explode at any time! Throw it away!"

Hobbes had meanwhile been trying to fire the rifle. At last...

BANG!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" yelled Calvin's mom. Then she fainted.

"What?" demanded Hobbes. "I was just firing the rifle."

Calvin shrugged. "C'mon, let's take the sandwich."

"Who gets it?"

"Me, of course, tuna-brain! You don't like peanut butter anyways!"

"What do you want me to do? Forage for berries and hunt deer?"

"Well, duh! You are a tiger! I am a helpless human!"

"Helpless? You've got a rifle, haven't you?"

"Well, still, you're faster and be-" Calvin stopped all of a sudden, and clapped his hands to his mouth.

"At last! You admit it!"

"GRRRRRRRRRRR! I'll get you for that!"

And Hobbes ran off, snickering, Calvin chasing behind.

"Now, what do we do first?" said Calvin thoughtfully.

"Ermmmmm... search for shelter, of course!"

And so, the two brave, brave adventurers set out on their journey to find lodgings for the night. They came across some fallen trees that would have done, if they weren't rotten and old, likely to fall apart at the slightest touch. They vetoed it in a landslide decision and continued their search. By the time they found a nice, cozy cave, the sun was setting. They crawled inside and soon nodded off-almost.

"Hobbes?"

"Mmmm?"

"G'night."

"Good night, Calvin."

The next morning, they awoke, dew gathered on their bodies. Calvin shivered. "Ugh. Should have slept further in." He shook the dew off his body as well as he could. Hobbes yawned, stretched, and arched his back. It took Calvin a few minutes to realize what was about to happen.

"AHHHHH! HOBBES, NOOOOOOO!" Too late! Hobbes shook himself, spraying water all over the boy. "Ugh!" snarled Calvin.

Hobbes laughed. "So, thus begins our first day as Robinson's successors!"

"Great!" yelled Calvin. "I'll be Robinson, you'll be Friday!"

"What? No way! I'm strong, tough, and hairy! I'll be Robinson! You're pathetic and snivelly! You be Friday!"

"What? You dare call me pathetic? Take this!" With that, he slugged Hobbes, hard.

"Ooooooooo...you'll pay for that!" The ferocious tiger lunged.

Soon, the two were rolling around, biting each other, throwing insults,and generally being chaotic and crazy as usual.

Finally, the skirmish ended. The two bruished and slightly bloody battlers looked up, as if worrying that someone had seen them. No one had. The forest was quiet, except for birds singing tentativelyin the trees. Suddenly, a magnificent buck burst through the greengrowth, coming closer and closer. Calvin and Hobbes stared, openmouthed, as the dollar bill drifted down and settled at their feet.

Calvin grabbed it. "MINE!"

Hobbes tried to snatch it from him. "I want it!"

RIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

The bill tore in two, leaving them each with approximately half. They looked at each other, at the bill, then at each other.

"Your fault." They had spoken in unison. They glared at each other. If looks could kill, they'd both be dead as doornails. Luckily, looks couldn't. But claws could. Hobbes raised his paw, the razor-sharp claws extended, and he attacked. Calvin's scream practically laid flat the forest. Ouch.

"Maybe we aren't fit for this," mused Calvin, nursing his wounded arm.

"Why?" enquired Hobbes, as he rubbed his tail that Calvin had stepped on.

"We fight over a dollar bill! In case you haven't noticed, there are no shops out here!"

"OF COURSE I NOTICED PINEAPPLE HEAD!"

"OH REALLY FURBALL?"

Hobbes lunged, setting a record of three battles between the same people in a day.