Indiana Calvin felt the cave crumble around him. The light grew as the
roof caved in at one place, then another. He jumped onto a giant rock,
then prepared to use his whip to wrap it around a tree branch hanging from
the ceiling. One try and a miss, then another try and another miss, "Third
time's the charm," he thought to himself as he snapped the whip toward the
branch. It wrapped around and Indiana Calvin smiled. With the priceless
persian golden chalece in his hand, he swung across a vast chasm. The
branch almost snapped , but he managed to make it.
"CALVIN!" A voice shouted. "What are you doing standing on the couch, and with my favorite vase no doubt?" In front of him stood his Mom and behind her, his Dad. It was true, the rock was a chair, the branch was a chandelier, the vast chasm was the space across the room between the chair and the couch and the priceless persian golden chalece was his Mom's favorite vase. Once again, Calvin was a victim of his wild imagination. " I should have never let you watch Raiders of the Lost Ark." His Mom sighed and took the vase from him. "From now on, play outside."
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Indiana Calvin stepped out of the cave, exsasted and furious, for his rival Dr. Mom had, with a bunch of bloodthirsty natives at her back, had taken the golden chalece from him. He now was hiding in the bushes with a pistol, for Dr. Mom had sent the natives after him. As he looked up and down the narrow path, he saw a small native coming closer. He held the pistol and fired. "MOM!" The native screamed and started running off, dripping.
"Appairently, the native is a mommy's girl," thought our hero. Girl was definantly right, for he had hit Susie Derkins with a water balloon.
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Indiana Calvin now stood in front of a large tree. Above was the ancient meeting place of G.R.O.S.S. He needed to find the correct password in order to enter that sacred place and retreive the Minutes of the G.R.O.S.S, an ancient book containing their rituals and plans. Always, a ferocious feline guarded the meeting place. He would only back off and lower a climbing rope if Indiana Calvin could guess the correct password. Luckly for our hero, he had learned the password several years ago.
"Tigers are wise and fleet of paws
They are terrific, much better than Jaws.
With terrific claws and sharpest teeth,
If I was a tiger, that would be neat.
The feline noded in approval and the rope came down. Our hero climbed slowely up and retrieved the Minutes of G.R.O.S.S.
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A/N I couldn't think of a last line so I took the one from the poem in Calvin and Hobbes. As always R/R.
"CALVIN!" A voice shouted. "What are you doing standing on the couch, and with my favorite vase no doubt?" In front of him stood his Mom and behind her, his Dad. It was true, the rock was a chair, the branch was a chandelier, the vast chasm was the space across the room between the chair and the couch and the priceless persian golden chalece was his Mom's favorite vase. Once again, Calvin was a victim of his wild imagination. " I should have never let you watch Raiders of the Lost Ark." His Mom sighed and took the vase from him. "From now on, play outside."
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Indiana Calvin stepped out of the cave, exsasted and furious, for his rival Dr. Mom had, with a bunch of bloodthirsty natives at her back, had taken the golden chalece from him. He now was hiding in the bushes with a pistol, for Dr. Mom had sent the natives after him. As he looked up and down the narrow path, he saw a small native coming closer. He held the pistol and fired. "MOM!" The native screamed and started running off, dripping.
"Appairently, the native is a mommy's girl," thought our hero. Girl was definantly right, for he had hit Susie Derkins with a water balloon.
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Indiana Calvin now stood in front of a large tree. Above was the ancient meeting place of G.R.O.S.S. He needed to find the correct password in order to enter that sacred place and retreive the Minutes of the G.R.O.S.S, an ancient book containing their rituals and plans. Always, a ferocious feline guarded the meeting place. He would only back off and lower a climbing rope if Indiana Calvin could guess the correct password. Luckly for our hero, he had learned the password several years ago.
"Tigers are wise and fleet of paws
They are terrific, much better than Jaws.
With terrific claws and sharpest teeth,
If I was a tiger, that would be neat.
The feline noded in approval and the rope came down. Our hero climbed slowely up and retrieved the Minutes of G.R.O.S.S.
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A/N I couldn't think of a last line so I took the one from the poem in Calvin and Hobbes. As always R/R.