I don't own anything but the new neighbors. Oh well.
"WHA- ACKTHPTH! WOAH---OOF!" Calvin fell full on his back down the ladder into his yard. He was
mostly unharmed, but this is just not the sort of situation he wanted to get into. What the blue
blazes is going on here?! Who was that girl?! What's my hand doing way over there on the ground?!
And why on earth do those big, round, red clouds look like they're getting bigger?!
Soon, weak, defeated and very wet, General Calvin rose from the ground. How could this happen?! He
was so close! They must have seen him preparing the balloons. It was the only explanation. He could
still see Susie's face, that mocking grin was going to haunt his sleep for weeks to come. Somehow,
he had to get back at them. One way or another, that new girl was going down.
Slowly, at the same pace Napoleon left Waterloo, an honored G.R.O.S.S. veteran marched back to
where his leader was waiting to hear of a glorious victory, knowing all the while that he'd never
live this down.
Seeing the brave general returning from battle, Hobbes tried as hard as he could to hold back his
laughter. He knew it wouldn't work all along. There was just NO WAY Calvin could pull it off.
Solemn-faced over a body screaming with laughter, the stuffed tiger didn't say a word as Calvin
carried him back to the tree house.
Calvin, finding the hat that fell from his head when he fell, assumed the Dictator-for-Life trot,
walked slowly around his inanimate friend.
"So, 'A sneak attack', eh? 'We have all night to fill balloons', eh? Twelve demerits for leading
the club into it's most humiliating defeat! ...And gimmie back that medal!"
A/N: Oh sweet Kung-Fu Jesus action figure with ninja of Nazareth death grip! That's a Mary Sue?!
Well, don't worry, Review Guy. This is Calvin and Hobbes, not Leave it to Beaver!
"WHA- ACKTHPTH! WOAH---OOF!" Calvin fell full on his back down the ladder into his yard. He was
mostly unharmed, but this is just not the sort of situation he wanted to get into. What the blue
blazes is going on here?! Who was that girl?! What's my hand doing way over there on the ground?!
And why on earth do those big, round, red clouds look like they're getting bigger?!
Soon, weak, defeated and very wet, General Calvin rose from the ground. How could this happen?! He
was so close! They must have seen him preparing the balloons. It was the only explanation. He could
still see Susie's face, that mocking grin was going to haunt his sleep for weeks to come. Somehow,
he had to get back at them. One way or another, that new girl was going down.
Slowly, at the same pace Napoleon left Waterloo, an honored G.R.O.S.S. veteran marched back to
where his leader was waiting to hear of a glorious victory, knowing all the while that he'd never
live this down.
Seeing the brave general returning from battle, Hobbes tried as hard as he could to hold back his
laughter. He knew it wouldn't work all along. There was just NO WAY Calvin could pull it off.
Solemn-faced over a body screaming with laughter, the stuffed tiger didn't say a word as Calvin
carried him back to the tree house.
Calvin, finding the hat that fell from his head when he fell, assumed the Dictator-for-Life trot,
walked slowly around his inanimate friend.
"So, 'A sneak attack', eh? 'We have all night to fill balloons', eh? Twelve demerits for leading
the club into it's most humiliating defeat! ...And gimmie back that medal!"
A/N: Oh sweet Kung-Fu Jesus action figure with ninja of Nazareth death grip! That's a Mary Sue?!
Well, don't worry, Review Guy. This is Calvin and Hobbes, not Leave it to Beaver!