I don't own anything but the new neighbors. Oh well.
"First Tiger Hobbes, mark into the club logbook that the new neighbors' arrival occured at
1:30 P.M., twenty-five minutes after the movers arrived." whispered Calvin, Supreme
Dictator-For-Life and top scout of G.R.O.S.S. from behind the hedge.
"Yes, sir. All marked sir." Hobbes replied, peeking over to get a glimpse of their new
neighbors. He saw a hispanic couple get out of the car, they looked about the same age as Calvin's
parents, followed by a rather old woman, who was clutching tightly to her purse and looking around
herself, taking the neighborhood in. But there was no little girl. "Sir, are you sure these are the
right people? There aren't any other new neighbors moving in"?
"No, Hobbes, these are the ones..." But he wasn't quite so sure himself. Where was the enemy?
She had to be around here somewhere. Once again, he surveyed the area. Trucks. Boxes. A sofa being
carried in the house. An old lady. A man and a woman looking at their new home. A stray kitten
leering at the scene. But where was the new adversary? He looked around to make sure she wasn't
plotting a sneak attack. Where was she?!
Eventually, he and Hobbes decided it would be best to scout the entire neighborhood. They
started at Calvin's house and slowly made their way from tree to bush to house on the left side of
the block. Still no sign of her. They backtrailed and made similar progress on the right side,
stopping at Susie's house and peeking in through the window to look for their unnamed foe. Still
nothing. Finally, with some disappointment, they decided it was time to head home. Perhaps Calvin's
parents had misheard when they were talking to Mrs. Dirkins. Oh well. They could still launch an
attack on Susie.
Before they entered the house, they heard the sound of grown-ups pretending to have fun.
Calvin metally prepared himself for a painfully long afternooon of cheek-pinching relatives he'd
never met before. Probably an Aunt Sally or great-uncle Jim who could magically procure coins from
his ear. he remembered the time his dad did that. Hobbes shook him all day long and they still
never found any more.
Walking in, he was immediately addressed by his mom. "There you are, Calvin! Come on in
here and meet your new neighbors!"
Wait a second... They were here?!
"First Tiger Hobbes, mark into the club logbook that the new neighbors' arrival occured at
1:30 P.M., twenty-five minutes after the movers arrived." whispered Calvin, Supreme
Dictator-For-Life and top scout of G.R.O.S.S. from behind the hedge.
"Yes, sir. All marked sir." Hobbes replied, peeking over to get a glimpse of their new
neighbors. He saw a hispanic couple get out of the car, they looked about the same age as Calvin's
parents, followed by a rather old woman, who was clutching tightly to her purse and looking around
herself, taking the neighborhood in. But there was no little girl. "Sir, are you sure these are the
right people? There aren't any other new neighbors moving in"?
"No, Hobbes, these are the ones..." But he wasn't quite so sure himself. Where was the enemy?
She had to be around here somewhere. Once again, he surveyed the area. Trucks. Boxes. A sofa being
carried in the house. An old lady. A man and a woman looking at their new home. A stray kitten
leering at the scene. But where was the new adversary? He looked around to make sure she wasn't
plotting a sneak attack. Where was she?!
Eventually, he and Hobbes decided it would be best to scout the entire neighborhood. They
started at Calvin's house and slowly made their way from tree to bush to house on the left side of
the block. Still no sign of her. They backtrailed and made similar progress on the right side,
stopping at Susie's house and peeking in through the window to look for their unnamed foe. Still
nothing. Finally, with some disappointment, they decided it was time to head home. Perhaps Calvin's
parents had misheard when they were talking to Mrs. Dirkins. Oh well. They could still launch an
attack on Susie.
Before they entered the house, they heard the sound of grown-ups pretending to have fun.
Calvin metally prepared himself for a painfully long afternooon of cheek-pinching relatives he'd
never met before. Probably an Aunt Sally or great-uncle Jim who could magically procure coins from
his ear. he remembered the time his dad did that. Hobbes shook him all day long and they still
never found any more.
Walking in, he was immediately addressed by his mom. "There you are, Calvin! Come on in
here and meet your new neighbors!"
Wait a second... They were here?!