Calvin grumbled as he scribbled down words onto a sheet of notebook paper. He still couldn't believe he'd been brought back to school. His plan had been going so well, too! What had gone wrong?! Now he was stuck in a detention room, writing his own will. Or "explanation", as the teachers called it. Well, he'd just have to rely on his written rhetoric skills to get out of this one.
I was framed. I didn't do anything wrong. I was on my way back from the bathroom when I saw Jimmy Charleston dashing into the cafeteria. I followed him, only because I know he's a troublemaker and wanted to see what it was this time. I saw him putting salamanders and worms in the kitchen, but didn't think anything was wrong until lunchtime. I smelled a rat then, and approached Jimmy about it, but he threatened to throttle me, so I ran. You guys know the rest. If you want someone to go after, find Jimmy. Don't pick on me! I'm innocent!
Calvin slammed the paper onto the faculty monitor's desk, then returned to his desk. Five minutes down, fifty-five to go.
Later that day, Calvin was taking a walk with Hobbes through the woods. The same woods which he'd run into at lunch. However, Calvin was feeling down about the entire incident. "Boy, did I get in trouble today at school," he said as he dragged his feet along the ever-present leaf litter. "Wow."
"What happened?" Hobbes inquired kindly. Calvin, however, was in no mood to chat. "I don't even want to talk about it," he replied.
The two walked in silence for a moment, letting the woods say a few words. Hobbes then broke the silence with, "Did it have anything to do with all those sirens about noon?"
"I said I don't want to talk about it," Calvin growled. Boy, he wished all this could be forgotten within a few weeks.
Out of nowhere, a loud voice was heard, belonging to Calvin's father, home from work. "Where's that kid?!"
"What did you do now?" Hobbes asked, rolling his eyes. Calvin's palm hit his forehead.
Calvin's wish would not come true. Quite the opposite, in fact. The occurrences of the day would live on forever in Chagrin Falls Elementary and Patterson family history. The subject would come up again and again in parent-teacher conferences, report cards, and the ever-present reminding of Hobbes (Calvin did tell him what had happened that day, eventually). It was always referred to with the same name: The Noodle Incident.
The end.