I don't own anything but the new neighbors. Oh well.
Calvin had been living in the same neighborhood as this Gina girl for three days now. It seemed to
him that if G.R.O.S.S. didn't retaliate soon, that annoying litte brat would think she won already.
Hobbes had been sent out to watch her with the keen eyes of a killer feline ever since the last
club meeting. Apparently, she'd spent much of her time laughing with Susie. This was the most
humiliating thing that could happen to a six-year-old.
But for now, he was not just any six-year-old. He was the Supreme Dictator-For-Life of Get Rid Of
Slimy girlS! He had certain duties to uphold, and one of them was to keep his cool in just this
sort of situation. He needed a new plan. G.R.O.S.S. needed a new plan. And he was the only one who
could provide it.
"...And hail Calvin, too!" Hobbes finished the song, well aware that Calvin had stopped singing
half way through. He wasn't going to press the matter, though. He knew his friend and leader had
alot to ponder for the moment. Instead, he began to read the minutes from the last meeting. "Ten
forty-two A.M.: General Calvin regains full consciousness. Ten forty-five A.M.: General Calvin
threatens his senior officer, President Hobbes, for having woken him through aquatherapy. Ten
forty-seven A.M.: President Hobbes carefully ceases a riot amid the ranks, caused by group defeat
at the hands of the enemy. Ten fifty A.M.: General Calvin regains consciousness again. Ten
fifty-two A.M.: Dictator-For-Life Calvin, to the mass "boo"ing of the entire club, unfairly gives
President Hobbes twelve unprovoked demerits, assumedly taking out his anger at the enemy. Ten
fifty-five A.M.: President Hobbes reads the minutes from the previous meeting, club morale is low,
possibly because of a further lack of anthem-singing. Eleven A.M..." Calvin had that look again. If
this was not a good reason to stop talking in itself, then the fact that no fights had started over
the reading of the minutes certainly was.
"Mr. President? I think I have a plan. All G.R.O.S.S. members of lower rank than president are
dismissed. But know, all of you, that we will soon have our revenge against our new foe." The
Dictator broke up the meeting early. He didn't want to tell anyone until he was sure, but he
suspected there may be a leak within G.R.O.S.S. headquarters that tipped those two girls off. He
turned to his trusted companion.
"Hobbes. I really have a great idea! Here's what we do..."
A/N: Ok, this might be a bad idea, and I'm sure everyone's guessed it already, but he HAS got a
plan.
Calvin had been living in the same neighborhood as this Gina girl for three days now. It seemed to
him that if G.R.O.S.S. didn't retaliate soon, that annoying litte brat would think she won already.
Hobbes had been sent out to watch her with the keen eyes of a killer feline ever since the last
club meeting. Apparently, she'd spent much of her time laughing with Susie. This was the most
humiliating thing that could happen to a six-year-old.
But for now, he was not just any six-year-old. He was the Supreme Dictator-For-Life of Get Rid Of
Slimy girlS! He had certain duties to uphold, and one of them was to keep his cool in just this
sort of situation. He needed a new plan. G.R.O.S.S. needed a new plan. And he was the only one who
could provide it.
"...And hail Calvin, too!" Hobbes finished the song, well aware that Calvin had stopped singing
half way through. He wasn't going to press the matter, though. He knew his friend and leader had
alot to ponder for the moment. Instead, he began to read the minutes from the last meeting. "Ten
forty-two A.M.: General Calvin regains full consciousness. Ten forty-five A.M.: General Calvin
threatens his senior officer, President Hobbes, for having woken him through aquatherapy. Ten
forty-seven A.M.: President Hobbes carefully ceases a riot amid the ranks, caused by group defeat
at the hands of the enemy. Ten fifty A.M.: General Calvin regains consciousness again. Ten
fifty-two A.M.: Dictator-For-Life Calvin, to the mass "boo"ing of the entire club, unfairly gives
President Hobbes twelve unprovoked demerits, assumedly taking out his anger at the enemy. Ten
fifty-five A.M.: President Hobbes reads the minutes from the previous meeting, club morale is low,
possibly because of a further lack of anthem-singing. Eleven A.M..." Calvin had that look again. If
this was not a good reason to stop talking in itself, then the fact that no fights had started over
the reading of the minutes certainly was.
"Mr. President? I think I have a plan. All G.R.O.S.S. members of lower rank than president are
dismissed. But know, all of you, that we will soon have our revenge against our new foe." The
Dictator broke up the meeting early. He didn't want to tell anyone until he was sure, but he
suspected there may be a leak within G.R.O.S.S. headquarters that tipped those two girls off. He
turned to his trusted companion.
"Hobbes. I really have a great idea! Here's what we do..."
A/N: Ok, this might be a bad idea, and I'm sure everyone's guessed it already, but he HAS got a
plan.