Summary: Calvin attempts to prank Socrates before April first.

And now back to Calvin and Hobbes: The Series
Written by Garfieldodie and Swing123

Let Us Prank the Fool

It was a few days before April 1st in the Calvin and Hobbes neighborhood.

Andy was coming down the stairs of his house in a big hurry.

"I'm late! I'm late!" he cried as he ran through the kitchen.

As he ran, he stopped and noticed Sherman was sitting on the table. He was wearing a sweater vest and glasses as he read from a book. Next to him was an ordinary rabbit that he had put a yellow vest on.

"But I'm not so late that I can't help but notice that something odd has happened. Shermie, what are you doing?" he demanded.

Sherman looked up.

"Just trying to start the day in a civilized manner," he said in a sophisticated accent. He turned to the rabbit. "Are you sure you wouldn't like a little tea, Mr Wiggles?" he asked.

The rabbit just gnawed at his carrot.

Andy sighed as he grabbed some juice from the fridge.

"Look, Sherman, you can dress it up and call any emasculating name you want, but he has to go," he said sternly.

"But I want a pet!" Sherman pouted.

Andy poured his juice.

"I hate to break it to you buddy, but you are the pet."

Sherman looked surprised.

"Well, that may be," he said angrily, "but you need more maintenance than I do!"

"Oh, I ask you for homework help one time…," Andy sighed, downing his juice.

"It was time I could've spent on my research!"

Andy rolled his eyes and walked towards the door.

Sherman continued to read his book. Then he heard a noise.

SPLOOSH!

"ACK!"

Sherman looked up in surprise.

"Mr Wiggles, I do believe we have a spot of bother," he said in that accent.

Sherman got off the table and scurried over to the door. When he got there, his mouth dropped open in shock.

Andy was drenched in a liquid of some sort.

"What is it?" Sherman asked.

"I'm…not sure," said Andy, looking himself over. "It smells like…soap."

Suddenly, a water balloon landed on him.

SPLASH!

"AAH!" he cried.

A few moments later, a giant brush came down and started scrubbing him.

"What the heck is going on?!" he shouted.

In about ten seconds, during which Sherman just stared at him in surprise, only to be joined by his rabbit, Andy was covered in bubbles.

There was a tense pause as Andy glared ahead as the brush was taken away.

It was then that this was followed by manic laughter from the roof.

Andy and Sherman looked up and saw that Socrates was standing on their roof, laughing his head off.

"On the plus side, you look very clean," Sherman said supportively.

Still laughing, Socrates ran off while Andy glared at him.

"That's right! Laugh it up!" he shouted.

Sherman sighed. "Well, it is getting close to April Fool's Day," he said.

Andy gasped.

"Oh-no! How could I forget?! Come on!" he cried, picking Sherman up. "We have to warn Calvin!"

"But it's Mr Wiggles' naptime!" Sherman cried.

Andy ignored him and ran down the street after Socrates.

Hobbes was walking absentmindedly down the sidewalk, going to join Calvin for a game Calvinball. As he walked, he noticed a can sitting on the sidewalk. Upon further inspection, he discovered what it was.

"Tuna?!" he cried.

Then he paused.

"Wait a minute… There's a can of tuna fish on the sidewalk? Should I be suspicious right now?"

He thought for a moment.

"Nope," he decided, shrugging.

He promptly bent down to pick it up.

When he pulled it up, he didn't notice that there was a string on the bottom of it that was being pulled from the sidewalk.

This triggered a series of gears that were moving around under the ground.

Hobbes heard the grinding noise until…

…a water balloon filled with a gooey brown substance hit him in the back of his head.

SPLAT!

"ACK!" Hobbes cried.

Then the insane laughter rang out throughout the area.

Hobbes glared at nothing.

"SOCRATES, GET OUT HERE!" he shouted, wiping chocolate sauce off his body. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE TO WASH THIS OUT?! HOW DARE YOU TOY WITH MY EMOTIONS?!"

Socrates continued to laugh as he ran off.

Hobbes glared.

Just then, Andy and Sherman ran up.

Hobbes and Andy stared at each other.

"Good morning," Hobbes sighed. "Anyone here want some chocolate-coated fur?"

"Hobbes, we have to warn Calvin!" Andy cried.

"April Fools Day is in three days!" Sherman added.

Hobbes' eyes bugged out.

"Oh no! Socrates is probably about to do something extra cruel to Calvin! There's only one thing to do!" he said.

"What's that?" asked Andy.

"Ignore it and act surprised when he arrives."

Hobbes started to leave, but Andy grabbed him and dragged him away.

Calvin was reading a comic book on his bed. He failed to notice that someone was looping something around his foot.

Then a paper airplane flew into the room.

Calvin watched it land.

"What the…?" he asked.

Grumbling, he got up and went to get the airplane. Unfortunately, this tightened the rope tied around his ankle, and as a result, Calvin was promptly yanked back out of the window.

"AAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGHH!" he screamed.

Calvin flew out above the backyard and landed in the tree house, which was loaded with water balloons.

SPLOOSH!

"ACK!" he screamed.

The rope wasn't done moving yet, and he was yanked into a sandbox, causing sand to stick to him.

"ACK!"

When Calvin finally stopped, he was covered in sand that was stuck to him.

After taking a moment grumble, he listened for the lunatic laughter.

It wasn't long before he could hear Socrates laughing at him.

"SOCRATES!" he shouted.

Socrates ran off, laughing his head off.

Calvin saw him and started to run after him.

"GET BACK HERE!"

"Woo hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!" Socrates laughed, and he ran down the sidewalk towards his mansion.

Finally, Calvin got tired and let him get away.

Just then, Hobbes, Andy and Sherman arrived.

Calvin stared at Hobbes and Andy.

They waited for him to say something.

Calvin's eyes narrowed.

"Revenge…," Calvin hissed.

A few hours later, everyone was cleaned, and they were in Calvin's bedroom.

Calvin was going through a phonebook's yellow pages.

"What are you doing?" Hobbes asked.

"Looking for the nearest prank shop!" Calvin said with determination. "I'm gonna get that Socrates back if it's the last thing I ever do!"

"Come April Fools Day, it might be the last thing you ever do," said Sherman. "Socrates goes nuts on days like that."

"Look, I refuse to sit by and be tricked by Socrates every ten minutes!"

Andy looked at his watch.

At that moment, Calvin reached for his pencil, and when he picked it up, it triggered a string, and suddenly, a squirt of ketchup flew through the air and splattered on Calvin's face.

"Hey!" he cried.

"Remarkable," Andy said, looking at his watch. "It's been ten minutes, you've pranked again, and you're sitting. Coincidence? I think not!"

Calvin glared at him.

"Shut up," he grunted. "I have to do something for all our sakes! If we can just humble Socrates and tone down his pranks, maybe we'll all survive this ordeal."

Sherman nodded.

"He's got a point. Sure, Calvin is number one on the list, but I'm pretty sure we're high up on the list as well," he pointed out.

"What makes you say that?" Hobbes asked.

"Well, just how many people does Socrates actually know?" Sherman sighed.

Hobbes gulped.

Calvin continued to plough through the yellow pages.

"There's got to be someone in here," he said.

A few seconds later, he found something.

"Hey, here's someone! Prank-O-Porium!" he said excitedly.

"Seriously?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, the store is at the edge of town!"

"Wow, how convenient," said Sherman.

Calvin tore the page out of the phonebook and pulled out the box.

"I'm gonna fly down there. Any of you want to come?" he asked, climbing inside.

"Nah," said Hobbes. "I'm gonna take my chances with the pranks."

"Suit yourself."

Calvin flew the box out the window.

Hobbes, Andy and Sherman went about their business until…

"AAUGH!"

WHAM!

They all hurried to the window and looked outside.

Socrates had apparently set up a curved piece of wood just outside the window that had redirected Calvin's box and caused him to crash into a tree.

They all stared at him.

Calvin leaned out of the tree and shouted at them.

"This is why I wear goggles!" he shouted.

The others rolled their eyes and left the window.

Calvin managed to dislodge the box from the tree and fly to the address.

A few minutes later, Calvin landed at the store. He parked the box in the alley and left to look at the front.

In bright lights, it said PRANK-O-PORIUM.

"I wonder how many people actually shop here," he thought.

He opened the door. He was impressed with what he saw. There were fake glasses, spinning bowties, wind-up teeth and several other things that Socrates would probably use.

When he got to the front, he saw the man standing behind the counter looked familiar.

"Klein?!" he asked in surprise.

"Hey, kid," said Klein, looking up from his newspaper. "What can I do ya for?"

Calvin got over the initial shock, and then walked up to the counter.

"I need the help of you and this store!" he said. "I need to know how to prank a prank master! Got any ideas?!"

Klein stared for a moment and then started looking around the store.

"Well…," he said. "I think I can help you out."

"Great! What can I get?!"

Klein pulled out a box from behind the counter.

"Well, you could always try this stuff," he said. "It's our Starter Kit."

"Cool!" said Calvin, looking at it. "What's in it?"

"Oh, just your basic pranking jokes. We've got all your basics here."

Klein started pulling stuff out.

"Well, we have your standards," he said, laying stuff out. "We got your whoopee cushions, we got your squirting flowers, we got your spinning bowties, we got regular ties that roll up like noise-makers, we got your trick wires, we got pies, we got joy buzzers, we got silly string, we got condiments, we got fake gum, water balloons, disguises and mustaches and roller skates and fake hands and fake thumbs and fake toes and a fake nose and wigs and exploding figs and bending twigs and fake wings and ding-a-lings and loads and tons of other things! We got yo-yo's with invisible strings! We got sunglasses with songs to sing! We got dental floss and balls to toss, action Diana Ross! We got magnets and fragments and flip flops and garden crops! We got worms in a bag! We got a suit with a tag! We have also a TV that doesn't change channels! Air conditioners stocked from air from our air conditioned air condition factory!"

Klein wiped the sweat from his brow and gasped for air.

Calvin looked impressed.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah, pretty much your standard stuff," Klein sighed, leaning against the counter in exhaustion.

Calvin took the box.

"How much is it?" he asked.

Klein pondered.

"Well, normally, it'd be ten bucks, but since you're such a smooth-looking kid, how about five?" he decided.

"Deal!" Calvin said excitedly, handing him the money.

Klein scanned the box and handed it to him.

"Oh!" Klein said, remembering. "And since April Fools Day is coming up, how about a free rubber chicken?"

He pulled out the chicken.

"Yeah, sure," said Calvin, taking it. "Thanks, Klein. I would think that would've come with the actual kit though."

"You and me both," Klein sighed.

Calvin waved goodbye and left the store.

Klein pulled out his newspaper again.

"Huh," he said. "Drew Carey's on a potato diet."

Calvin returned home with the box of pranks. He showed it to Hobbes and MTM.

"What do you guys think?" he asked.

Hobbes looked inside.

"It looks pretty substantial," he said.

"There's enough stuff in there to keep an entire senior class pranking for at least a semester," MTM commented.

Calvin nodded excitedly.

"I can't wait to see Socrates' face when he gets pranked by me!" he said.

Calvin picked up the box.

A few seconds later…

SPLUT!

"ACK!"

Calvin was immediately sprayed with water.

"What the heck…?" Hobbes said.

Hobbes looked under the box. There was a piece of gum stuck under it, and it was attached to a piece of string that ran under the floor.

"When did he set that up?!" Calvin demanded.

"It must have been when we were asleep," Hobbes said.

Calvin groaned as he wrung his hair out.

"Mark my words," MTM said. "Time is a great healer…unless you've got a rash, in which case, you're better off with ointment."

Calvin and Hobbes glared at him.

Then Hobbes realized something.

"Uh-oh," he said. "This must mean that Socrates knew you were going to get the kit! He knows you have it!"

"Brilliant deduction," Calvin said, sighing. "Well, I won't let that stop me. I'm gonna get Socrates back if it's the last thing I ever do!"

Calvin took the kit and out of the room.

Hobbes and MTM sat there for a minute.

"He's dead," MTM said dully.

Hobbes just nodded.

Socrates was up in his room, laying on his bed, and planning out his next prank.

Next to him were several piles of rolled up blueprints.

He tapped his chin with a pencil, and continued to think.

"Hmm," He said. "Everything appears to be thought through. If the catsup bottle is placed fifteen feet three inches from the net, then the net will have enough room to snatch the poor victim up."

He chuckled to himself, and rolled the latest blueprint up.

"This is the life." He sighed. "Now then, time for my ten minute prank break!"

He then proceeded to close his eyes, and prepared to drift off to...

Suddenly, his eyes popped open.

He sat up, and sniffed the air.

"I sense... a presence." He whispered.

He looked around in all directions, then, he spotted it.

A shadow was right outside his door. The shadow had spikes on top of its head.

Socrates' eyes narrowed, and he grinned.

Calvin was behind the door with Hobbes.

"OK, Hobbes." He whispered. "He's in the area. We'll break in, and gag him!"

"This is a bad idea." Hobbes said.

"Then, we'll throw him out the window in the fudge we have in that kiddy pool."

"It's still a bad idea."

"And after that..." he paused. "We'll run for our lives."

"This is the worst idea I've heard in years." He thought for a second. "Days. Hmmm, OK, a few hours."

"Shut up. Come on, it's time to launch all attacks!"

Calvin held up a rope, and kicked the door open.

That's when Hobbes vanished.

"FEEL THY WRATH, RED TAILED TIG...AAAAAAAAUGH!"

Socrates was already in the doorway, shooting silly string into Calvin's face.

Calvin went stumbling backwards, then collapsed, as he was buried under a mountain of the gooey wet substance.

"I love this stuff." Socrates sighed.

Finally Calvin somehow climbed his way out of silly string, and faced Socrates.

"Let it be known, kitty, that someday, I WILL PRANK YOU!"

Socrates chuckled.

"Sure, Calvin, sure. But always remember," He bent down to his level. "I'm always one step ahead of you."

And with that, Socrates pulled out a remote, and pushed the big red button in the middle.

SPROING!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The floor Calvin was standing on shot upward, and Calvin went flying out the window.

He crashed into Socrates' lawn.

When he opened his eyes he saw Hobbes staring down at him.

"How'd it go?" He asked.

Calvin glared at him.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He demanded.

A little while later, Socrates was busy setting up another trap for Calvin.

He was running a small string down the sidewalk, and around a tree trunk where he had a bed sheet drenched in honey and flour hung on the branch.

Calvin was watching him from a bush, holding the MTM.

"Look at him, MTM," He growled. "The stupid tiger thinks I'm going to fall for that!"

"Yep," MTM said.

"Well, we'll see who's going to be on the receiving end of this phone call!" Calvin muttered.

"We sure will," MTM said.

"Alright, MTM," Calvin said. "When I scream 'die', I want you to activate your fan feature to full power, and send Socrates into that bed sheet, got it?"

"Uh huh," MTM said.

Calvin peered through the bushes and glared at Socrates, who was grinning like mad, attaching the string to the bed sheet.

"1... 2... 3... DIEE!!"

Calvin leaped from the bushes, suddenly, holding the MTM out in front of him.

VRRRRRRRRRRRR!!

Suddenly a large wind burst from the tip of the MTM, heading straight for...

Socrates had vanished.

Calvin looked around.

"MTM. Deactivate." He said, holding the MTM down.

The MTM's fan died down.

Calvin scratched his head, and looked around.

"Where did that cat go? He was here just a second ago."

He took a step forward to search for the tiger.

SPRONG!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGH!!"

Suddenly, Calvin stepped in a loop in the string, which suddenly tightened, and pulled Calvin forward.

He dropped the MTM on the ground, and went gliding across the ground into the bed sheet, ripping it off the branch, and settling over Calvin's head.

POOOF!!

Socrates and MTM watched as Calvin struggled with the sheet, screaming, now covered in a thick layer of honey and flour.

"Life is good," Socrates grinned at the MTM.

"Yes, I know," MTM replied.

And with that, Socrates went skipping away, laughing his head off.

"OK, Andy," Calvin growled, as he and Andy stood behind Calvin's house. "Socrates is out setting up another trap for me in the front yard. Are we ready?"

Andy was holding several cans of silly string.

"Yep," He said. "We ran after him, blast him with the silly string, causing him to stumble backwards into that hole he dug, filled with the buckets of paint."

"Correct." Calvin said.

"I'm ready," Andy shrugged.

"Good," Calvin whipped out two extra cans of silly string. "Socrates, say your prayers."

Socrates was around the other side of the house, placing smoke bombs all around the yard, whistling to himself.

He seemed to take no notice to Calvin and Andy, who were peeking out at him from behind the house.

"OK," Calvin hissed. "One... two... three... TASTE NONTOXIC CHEMICALS, KITTY!!"

Socrates looked up.

Calvin was racing after him, spraying wildly with the can, while Andy watched, from the house.

Socrates grinned, and held something up.

It was his own can of silly string.

PPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST!!

"AAAAAAAAAAUUUUGH!!"

Calvin fell backwards upon impact, and stumbled straight into the hole Socrates had dug.

SPLASH!! CLANG!! CLANG!!

Socrates grinned, stood up, and left.

There was a long moment of silence.

Andy walked over to the hole.

"Sorry, Calvin, I thought you meant 1, 2, 3, go. Didn't think you'd do it on three." He called down.

Calvin, now covered in paint, glared up at Andy.

"OK, why do I have to take part in this lunatic plan?" Sherman demanded, perched on Calvin's shoulder.

"Because I told you to, now shut up for a minute, and let me think," Calvin replied.

Sherman crossed his arms, and scowled.

Calvin watched Socrates from the tree house.

He was pouring a trail of super glue down the sidewalk, whistling to himself.

"OK," Calvin said, turning to the hamster. "When I say go, I want you to pull on this string."

He handed Sherman a string.

"Why?" Sherman asked.

Calvin pointed above his head.

"There's a large bucket full of paint right up there. Once you pull it, it will dump all over the dumb cat."

"Uh huh." Sherman said. "And why can't you do this?"

"Because I'll be busy dumping this on him," Calvin said, holding a bucket of feathers up.

Sherman rolled his eyes.

Socrates walked underneath the tree, still pouring a trail of glue behind him.

"Reeeeaaaddy... aaiiiiiiiiimm..." Calvin hissed. "GO!!"

Sherman yanked on the string.

Socrates looked up.

Suddenly there were two buckets falling down towards him.

He sighed, and stepped out of the way.

CLANG!! SPLAT!!

There was a long moment of silence.

Calvin, Sherman and Socrates all stared at the two buckets on the ground.

Then, Calvin's eyes narrowed and he growled.

"YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!!" He screamed, climbing down from the tree house.

"No, I suppose I wasn't." Socrates commented.

"You were supposed to hold still so I could dump all that paint on you!!" Calvin shouted.

"Yeah, that was what you were doing." Socrates nodded.

Calvin growled and held his head in frustration.

Socrates grinned sweetly at him, and continued pouring the glue down the sidewalk.

"HEY!" Calvin shouted, after him. "GET BACK HERE! I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU, YET!!"

Calvin stepped forward.

Sherman slapped his forehead.

Calvin looked down.

He was standing right in the middle of a giant puddle of glue.

Which currently had feathers mixed in with it.

There was a long moment of silence.

Calvin heaved a deep sigh.

"That figures." He growled.

Meanwhile, Hobbes was up in Calvin's room, reading a comic book.

The MTM was sitting next to him.

Suddenly, the MTM started talking.

"Good book?" He asked.

Hobbes looked up.

"Yes," He nodded.

Then, he turned back to the comic.

There was a moment of silence.

"What's it called?" MTM asked.

Hobbes looked up.

"Uh... Captain Napalm Issue 5532." He said.

"Ah, yes, the nuclear fusion chamber story." MTM said.

"Yep."

Hobbes turned back to the comic book.

There was another moment of silence.

"Any good villains in it?" MTM suddenly cut in.

Hobbes sighed.

"MTM, I'm trying to read. Why don't you go do something or... something?" He asked.

"I'm sorry," MTM said. "I can't help myself. I've already downloaded and read every single book ever written in the history of mankind."

Hobbes stared at him.

"Every single book?" He asked.

"Every single book in existence." MTM said.

There was a small pause.

"Well... That's weird..." Hobbes said, finally.

"Do you know what the worst book ever written was?" MTM asked.

"What?" Hobbes asked.

"Football: It's a Funny Old Game, by Kevin Keegan." MTM replied.

Hobbes rolled his eyes.

"Without any books, I can't do anything anymore but watch movies!" MTM said. "You know how hard it is to find a good movie today?"

"Look, can I just get back to my story?" Hobbes asked.

"Sure," MTM replied.

There was a moment of silence.

Hobbes continued reading.

Suddenly, MTM spoke up, again.

"I'm at a loose end, now," He said.

Hobbes groaned, and put the comic book, away.

"I don't know what to do with myself." MTM whined.

"Can't you just start over again?" Hobbes asked.

MTM paused.

"You know, that's not a bad idea," He said, finally. "Here do you think you could wipe my memory drive for all books written by Madeleine L'Engle? I could read those up, tonight."

"Sure, why not?" Hobbes said, putting the comic book down. "How do I do that?"

"Just push the 'play' button twice and the 'program' button three times," MTM said.

Hobbes did so.

"I've done it," He said.

"Done what?" MTM asked.

Hobbes stared at the CD player.

"Erased Madeleine L'Engle." He said.

"Who's she, then?" MTM asked.

Hobbes sighed, and buried his face into his hands.

"MTM, you just asked me to erase all books by Madeleine L'Engle from your memory." He groaned.

"Why should I do that? I've never heard of her." MTM said.

"You've never heard from her because I just erased her from your memory," Hobbes moaned.

"What'd you do that for?" MTM asked, sounding annoyed.

"You asked me to!" Hobbes shouted.

"When?" MTM demanded.

"Just now!" Hobbes yelled.

"I don't remember this," MTM said.

Hobbes rolled his eyes.

He set MTM back onto the desk, and picked his comic book up, again.

Just then, Calvin burst into the room.

Hobbes and MTM looked up.

Calvin was in horrible shape. He had a bad limp in one leg, there was glue and feathers all over him, there were sticks and leaves stuck in his hair, he was soaking wet, and he was shaking from anger.

Hobbes and MTM stared at him.

"Bad day?" MTM asked.

Calvin glared, angrily at the CD player.

"Guess so," MTM said.

"What's wrong, Calvin?" Hobbes asked. "Didn't your plan work?"

"NO, IT DIDN'T!" Calvin shouted, trudging over to his desk. "That stupid Socrates always seems to be one step ahead of me! I don't know how he does it but he is impossible to prank!"

"Oh come, now," MTM said. "No one is impossible to prank."

"Well, Socrates is," Hobbes said.

"Maybe, I should just throw the towel in and give up," Calvin sighed. "Socrates can't ever be pranked. I declare it a practical impossibility."

Hobbes and MTM exchanged glances.

Well, Hobbes looked down at the MTM and the MTM's scanners went up to Hobbes. Pretty much the same thing.

Socrates was outside, again, rigging yet another trap.

This time he was placing a net coated in honey on the ground, and running a rope along one of the tree branches.

Suddenly, Calvin's door burst open.

Socrates looked up.

Calvin, Hobbes, Andy and Sherman were standing in the doorway, glaring at the tiger.

"Oh, hey Calvin," Socrates said, casually. "Don't worry. This one isn't for you. I'm aiming on taking out the postman!"

"Socrates, I've come to admit defeat before you," Calvin growled walking towards the red tailed tiger.

"Well it's about time," Socrates said. "You starting to get a little annoying."

Calvin glared at him.

"You're obviously the pranking master here, so I need not even try to prank you anymore," He sighed in defeat.

"Yes, well, I always knew you would never get anywhere with it." Socrates said, wrapping the rope around the tree trunk.

"By the way, Socrates, your shoe is untied," Calvin said, suddenly, examining his fingernails.

"Oh well thank..."

Socrates looked down at his feet.

But in the process of doing so, he accidently let go of the rope.

Suddenly, the rope started spinning around the trunk, and set another mechanism off.

TWAAAAANG!!

"YIKES!!"

Suddenly, the net sprang upward, trapping Socrates inside, and closed up.

Calvin, Hobbes, Andy and Sherman stared at Socrates, now hanging from the tree in a net covered in honey.

"I can't believe he fell for that," Sherman said, rubbing his head.

"It's worse," Andy said. "Socrates doesn't even wear shoes."

Socrates glared at them.

"OK, Hardy, har, har, you got me. Could you get me down, now?" He asked.

"Actually, I think some time up in a tree might do you some good, Crateso," Calvin said, crossing his arms. "Give you some time to think over your next prank,"

"This isn't funny, Calvin," Socrates said.

Calvin laughed.

"Sure it is!" He said. "It's hilarious! YOU ACTUALLY FELL FOR THE SHOE BEING UNTIED TRICK!!"

Socrates rolled his eyes.

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going to go get a small snack down at the General Store," Hobbes said. "A little bag of skittles or something."

"Oooh, I'll come," Calvin said. "I have a couple of dollars with me! We can get something good!"

"Wait a minute, what about me!" Socrates yelled. "You can't leave me up here!"

"Don't worry, Socrates," Andy said. "Honey should melt away the rope in about an hour, let's go, guys!"

And with that, Calvin, Hobbes, Andy and Sherman walked off towards town, leaving Socrates to consider his situation.

"Just an hour?" He said, thoughtfully, staring at the rope. "Maybe I should have put peanut butter on it, instead."

Sure.

The End

Voice work

Pamela Segall Adlon Calvin
Tom Hanks Hobbes
Ryan Stiles Socrates
Andrew Lawrence Andy
Colin Mochire Sherman
Norman Lovett MTM
Robert Klein Klein

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