"No, Hobbes! Come on, say it! Please?" Calvin's complaining was really getting to the tiger.
"Ok, fine, I'll say it! Just, go over there or something, ok? Sheesh..." Calvin brightened up and
ran around the corner while his friend, rolling his eyes looked up into the sky from the backyard.
"Well, sir, it's 11:45 and I don't see him." Hobbes moaned, invoking his best sarcasm. "Are you
sure he'll show up?" He then looked around in every direction. "Sir? Calvin? Why, wherever could he
be?"
Suddenly, a crimson streak hurried from the side of the house. It would have been much more
impressive if the mighty Stupendous Man (Destroyer of injustice and all that stuff) hadn't tripped
and fallen halfway to the tree. He did get up though, and he continued running on short legs toward
the First Tiger of G.R.O.S.S.
"Sorry I'm late, mister president! I had to liberate some cookies from the clutches of the
tyrannical Mom-Lady!"
"Oh. brother..." Hobbes muttered under his breath. This was one thing even he found embarassing
about his friend. "Well, It's good to finally make your aquaintance, Stupendous Man. Those are some
nice tights."
"What? I'm not wearing tights!"
"You aren't? I thought they were a little big for you... What kind of super hero doesn't wear
tights, anyway?!"
Calvin deflated a bit. "Come on Hobbes... please?"
"Oh, all right..." Hobbes cleared his throat. "Say, Mr. Stupendous Man, you didn't by any chance
see Dictator-For-Life Calvin, with whom you're apparently on a first name basis, yet have never
been seen with in public, on your here, did you?"
"Why, yes I did! He said he wasn't feeling well, and that we should just go along with this as
planned. Are you ready, sir?"
"Sure. Let's get it over with." Calvin gave him a sad, desperate look. "I mean, of course! This
will be a monumentous event in Get Rid Of Slimy girlS history! Let's go!"
And they went.
A/N: A short, pointless chapter while I think of what Stupendous Man should do. Suggestions
welcome.
"Ok, fine, I'll say it! Just, go over there or something, ok? Sheesh..." Calvin brightened up and
ran around the corner while his friend, rolling his eyes looked up into the sky from the backyard.
"Well, sir, it's 11:45 and I don't see him." Hobbes moaned, invoking his best sarcasm. "Are you
sure he'll show up?" He then looked around in every direction. "Sir? Calvin? Why, wherever could he
be?"
Suddenly, a crimson streak hurried from the side of the house. It would have been much more
impressive if the mighty Stupendous Man (Destroyer of injustice and all that stuff) hadn't tripped
and fallen halfway to the tree. He did get up though, and he continued running on short legs toward
the First Tiger of G.R.O.S.S.
"Sorry I'm late, mister president! I had to liberate some cookies from the clutches of the
tyrannical Mom-Lady!"
"Oh. brother..." Hobbes muttered under his breath. This was one thing even he found embarassing
about his friend. "Well, It's good to finally make your aquaintance, Stupendous Man. Those are some
nice tights."
"What? I'm not wearing tights!"
"You aren't? I thought they were a little big for you... What kind of super hero doesn't wear
tights, anyway?!"
Calvin deflated a bit. "Come on Hobbes... please?"
"Oh, all right..." Hobbes cleared his throat. "Say, Mr. Stupendous Man, you didn't by any chance
see Dictator-For-Life Calvin, with whom you're apparently on a first name basis, yet have never
been seen with in public, on your here, did you?"
"Why, yes I did! He said he wasn't feeling well, and that we should just go along with this as
planned. Are you ready, sir?"
"Sure. Let's get it over with." Calvin gave him a sad, desperate look. "I mean, of course! This
will be a monumentous event in Get Rid Of Slimy girlS history! Let's go!"
And they went.
A/N: A short, pointless chapter while I think of what Stupendous Man should do. Suggestions
welcome.