I don't own anything but the new neighbors. Oh well.
Calvin hurriedly hauled up the third bucket of water balloons up the pulley to G.R.O.S.S.
headquarters. It had been a long, hard evening of filling and tying, filling and tying, but soon it
would all pay off. Half the night he lay awake, listening to the calming sounds of tiger breath and
imagining the moment he'd be able to use these balloons.
At twenty after ten, First Tiger Hobbes had filled the final bucket. Calvin then let down
the rope ladder allowed his friend entry. It was time to review the facts, to make sure they were
ready to begin the attack.
"Mister President, has secretary Calvin briefed you on the mission ahead of you?"
"Yes, sir. I'm fully aware of my responsibilities as a G.R.O.S.S. officer, and am prepared
to do my presidential duty. The maps have been drawn, and the scouting mission has revealed the
location of the enemy. The weapons have been docked and we are finally ready to proceed with the
plan as soon as you give the order, sir."
"Very well, then. President Hobbes, if you would take up the field supplies, General Calvin
will soon be down to join you."
Hobbes hurried down the rope ladder with three of the fullest balloons. He knew the plan
and he knew there was no chance of failure on this particular mission. He simply had to carry the
"field supplies" over to the bush near the Derkins' residence. Nothing in his mission could
possibly go wrong. It was the general he was worried about. Oh, well... He walked over to said
bush, laid down the balloons and hid himself.
A few minutes later, getting no distress signal from the officer in charge, general Calvin
ran as fast as he could to the base. Finding the supplies left by his commanding officer, he jumped
across a patch of grass into enemy territory. Surveying his surroundings, he saw only one of his
enemies playing in the grass. Susie was alone in he yard, except of course for Mr. Bun. He missed
her again! Well, that wasn't going to be a problem. He still had everything he needed for a major
attack. He slowly and carefully snuck up until he was right behind her, gripped the first balloon,
paused a moment for dramatic emphasis, and let it fly!
In a matter of seconds, Susie was up in arms, screaming and chasing the proud general. The
plan was going smooth as silk. With the exception of a minor flaw in the number of adversaries,
this mission could not have possibly gone any better! Not pausing for a second, he tossed the other
two water balloons, and, hearing that final triumphant splash, he finally reached the entrance to
G.R.O.S.S. HQ. Taking a quick glance behind him to make sure she was still far behind, he climbed
up the rope just as fast as you like, starting to pull it up behind him halfway up. This was it!
He finally made it! Susie was in for the surprise of her life once he got up there! Grabbing the
ledge, the highest general of the Get Rid Of Slimy girlS club pulled himself up, assured of a place
in G.R.O.S.S. history!
Calvin, a six-year-old prodigy of the United States, only had one short glance at his new neighbor
and nemesis, Gina Garringsburg, before being barraged by dozens of his own water balloons.
A/N: Rewiew Guy- I'd love to take your advice, as your fics kick (This is still G) but I'm afraid I
don't know what a Mary Sue is. Hope this isn't one...-P.M.K.
Calvin hurriedly hauled up the third bucket of water balloons up the pulley to G.R.O.S.S.
headquarters. It had been a long, hard evening of filling and tying, filling and tying, but soon it
would all pay off. Half the night he lay awake, listening to the calming sounds of tiger breath and
imagining the moment he'd be able to use these balloons.
At twenty after ten, First Tiger Hobbes had filled the final bucket. Calvin then let down
the rope ladder allowed his friend entry. It was time to review the facts, to make sure they were
ready to begin the attack.
"Mister President, has secretary Calvin briefed you on the mission ahead of you?"
"Yes, sir. I'm fully aware of my responsibilities as a G.R.O.S.S. officer, and am prepared
to do my presidential duty. The maps have been drawn, and the scouting mission has revealed the
location of the enemy. The weapons have been docked and we are finally ready to proceed with the
plan as soon as you give the order, sir."
"Very well, then. President Hobbes, if you would take up the field supplies, General Calvin
will soon be down to join you."
Hobbes hurried down the rope ladder with three of the fullest balloons. He knew the plan
and he knew there was no chance of failure on this particular mission. He simply had to carry the
"field supplies" over to the bush near the Derkins' residence. Nothing in his mission could
possibly go wrong. It was the general he was worried about. Oh, well... He walked over to said
bush, laid down the balloons and hid himself.
A few minutes later, getting no distress signal from the officer in charge, general Calvin
ran as fast as he could to the base. Finding the supplies left by his commanding officer, he jumped
across a patch of grass into enemy territory. Surveying his surroundings, he saw only one of his
enemies playing in the grass. Susie was alone in he yard, except of course for Mr. Bun. He missed
her again! Well, that wasn't going to be a problem. He still had everything he needed for a major
attack. He slowly and carefully snuck up until he was right behind her, gripped the first balloon,
paused a moment for dramatic emphasis, and let it fly!
In a matter of seconds, Susie was up in arms, screaming and chasing the proud general. The
plan was going smooth as silk. With the exception of a minor flaw in the number of adversaries,
this mission could not have possibly gone any better! Not pausing for a second, he tossed the other
two water balloons, and, hearing that final triumphant splash, he finally reached the entrance to
G.R.O.S.S. HQ. Taking a quick glance behind him to make sure she was still far behind, he climbed
up the rope just as fast as you like, starting to pull it up behind him halfway up. This was it!
He finally made it! Susie was in for the surprise of her life once he got up there! Grabbing the
ledge, the highest general of the Get Rid Of Slimy girlS club pulled himself up, assured of a place
in G.R.O.S.S. history!
Calvin, a six-year-old prodigy of the United States, only had one short glance at his new neighbor
and nemesis, Gina Garringsburg, before being barraged by dozens of his own water balloons.
A/N: Rewiew Guy- I'd love to take your advice, as your fics kick (This is still G) but I'm afraid I
don't know what a Mary Sue is. Hope this isn't one...-P.M.K.