I don't own anything but the new neighbors. Oh well.
Calvin panicked. Somehow, the enemy and her entire family had already infiltrated his very home.
He had to do something. He needed some time to think. Maybe Hobbes would have an idea. He quickly
muttered that he was feeling sick and darted to his room, draging Hobbes behind him. Slamming the
door, he got down to business.
"Okay, First Tiger, you know the situation. We are in a state of red alert! The enemy's in
and we still don't even know what she looks like! This may well be the saddest day in G.R.O.S.S.
history. We are desperately in need of some help here! what can we do?!"
"Well, sir, so far as I see it, we're more or less stuck. Either you continue to fake sick
or we'll just have to go on down and lose the advantage of surprise. Even if we do, however how
could this possibly affect us? After all, she's currently surrounded by grown-ups, and she still
knows nothing about us! So far as I can see, we're still in the clear. Of course, we can't allow
this sort of thing go on. You're a personnal witness to how bad it is for club morale. My
suggestion is that we wait until tomorrow, and launch a sneak attack like you wouldn't believe! We
have the entire remainder of the day to fill balloons, and it would be an excellent morale boost to
barrage her on her second day in the neighborhood."
"President Hobbes, you're brilliant! Upon the next meeting, you are to be awarded a medal
of genius for cool headedness in the face of crisis! Now then, on to the the current problem. It
would seem rather an act of cowardice, were I, supreme leader of Get Rid Of Slimy girlS, to remain
in bed at a time like this! No, I say we greet our new nemesis and get a good look at her! You stay
here, Mr. President. This is a matter of utmost secrecy. Top Scout Calvin is to go alone, his
chappeau of office gone to hide his identity." Calvin removed his hat and stuck out a hand to
Hobbes. "Goodbye, mister President. It has been an honor working with you." With a final call of
"Viva G.R.O.S.S.!" the brave scout made his way through the door and downstairs.
A/N PLEASE R&R! A little advice about what to do with the new girl would really be appreciated!
-P.M.K.
Calvin panicked. Somehow, the enemy and her entire family had already infiltrated his very home.
He had to do something. He needed some time to think. Maybe Hobbes would have an idea. He quickly
muttered that he was feeling sick and darted to his room, draging Hobbes behind him. Slamming the
door, he got down to business.
"Okay, First Tiger, you know the situation. We are in a state of red alert! The enemy's in
and we still don't even know what she looks like! This may well be the saddest day in G.R.O.S.S.
history. We are desperately in need of some help here! what can we do?!"
"Well, sir, so far as I see it, we're more or less stuck. Either you continue to fake sick
or we'll just have to go on down and lose the advantage of surprise. Even if we do, however how
could this possibly affect us? After all, she's currently surrounded by grown-ups, and she still
knows nothing about us! So far as I can see, we're still in the clear. Of course, we can't allow
this sort of thing go on. You're a personnal witness to how bad it is for club morale. My
suggestion is that we wait until tomorrow, and launch a sneak attack like you wouldn't believe! We
have the entire remainder of the day to fill balloons, and it would be an excellent morale boost to
barrage her on her second day in the neighborhood."
"President Hobbes, you're brilliant! Upon the next meeting, you are to be awarded a medal
of genius for cool headedness in the face of crisis! Now then, on to the the current problem. It
would seem rather an act of cowardice, were I, supreme leader of Get Rid Of Slimy girlS, to remain
in bed at a time like this! No, I say we greet our new nemesis and get a good look at her! You stay
here, Mr. President. This is a matter of utmost secrecy. Top Scout Calvin is to go alone, his
chappeau of office gone to hide his identity." Calvin removed his hat and stuck out a hand to
Hobbes. "Goodbye, mister President. It has been an honor working with you." With a final call of
"Viva G.R.O.S.S.!" the brave scout made his way through the door and downstairs.
A/N PLEASE R&R! A little advice about what to do with the new girl would really be appreciated!
-P.M.K.