"WOO-hoo!" Calvin was, once again, getting off the school bus. It was a Friday, and there were only two more days of school left before summer vacation. He started running toward his house, then remembered that Hobbes usually jumped on him when he opened the door.

So Calvin opened the door, ducked, then jumped on Hobbes, giving him a hug. "This time I gotcha, buddy!" he shouted.

Hobbes decided not to maul Calvin and go with the hug, after all, he liked them, especially from Calvin. Hobbes was dragged into the house as Calvin danced around and celebrated. Completely forgetting that his three-page essay, of which he only had one page done, was due on Monday. Mom looked around the corner of the kitchen hallway at Calvin and cradled her stomach, but she also hid a smile.

Calvin ran upstairs and belly flopped on his bed, he bounced off the other side, landed next to his desk, and noticed his essay. Calvin gulped, then set to work.

Tracer Bullet, private eye, is doing paperwork. He's so bored that he's doing work to get un-bored.

An hour later, Calvin had added a half-page, but he couldn't concentrate, so he went downstairs to see if dinner was ready. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, Calvin heard his parents talking in the living room. Calvin put his ear to the keyhole in the door and listened.

Tracer Bullet has heard of a new mystery that he's to solve, but no one's come to him about it, so he decides to investigate of free. He hears the commissioner and his wife talking, while he's in a local bar. This seems odd so Tracer decides to investigate.

Mom and Dad were talking while Dad drank some coffee. "It's great news," he responded, "I'm happy and I'm sure it'll put Calvin out of his comfort zone, tho afterward I'm sure he'll be happy."

Tracer Bullet is out of his zone! He hears the Commissioner talk about torturing him! He decides to retreat, and investigate later with his new friend, Spaceman Spiff.

Calvin retreated back upstairs, went into his room and worked until his mother called him down for dinner. When that happened, he had two pages complete. At dinner, Calvin regarded the usual slop like it was pure poison until his father said that, "If you eat it, you'll turn so old that you partially rot. That's why I put this special sauce on it, so it doesn't affect me"

After dinner, Calvin and his father set up Monopoly. By Calvin's bath time, Calvin owned Boardwalk, Park Place, New York Avenue, and Reading Railroad. While Dad owned Pennsylvania Avenue, Pacific Drive and North Carolina Street, all were mortgaged and Dad was bankrupt. Calvin had won!

Calvin went to bed, content and happy. In the morning, Calvin waited until his parents were both in the living room, drinking coffee, then went downstairs, dragging Hobbes and holding two dart pistols.

Tracer Bullet, along as his new friend Spaceman Spiff are at the Commissioner's hotel room. The Commissioner's house is being disinfected of termites. Tracer Bullet listens at the keyhole, while Spaceman Spiff listens at the bottom of the door.

"I don't see why we are listening, Calvin. After all, your parents said that they would tell you, didn't they?" Hobbes pointed out.

"Shut up, Spiff," Calvin retorted, I'm trying to listen!"

After his friend is silenced, Tracer returns to the door. It is deadly silent in the hotel room. he can only hear a slow, muffled, thump. Too late, our hero realizes that the Commissioner is coming to the door. He grabs his gun, and so does Spiff, who's blaster is set to "Rare". The Commissioner bursts through the door, Spiff and Tracer fire!

After the plastic darts settled, Calvin was grounded for the rest of the weekend. He had to pick up all the darts, eat breakfast, and stay in his room to finish his homework, and then clean his extremely messy room.

When Calvin had finished cleaning his room (he'd done that first), it was time for him to go to bed. The next day tho, Calvin was ready to investigate.