Reunion
I don't own Calvin and Hobbes
Calvin smiled as he lifted another box up. "Calvin? How's it going?" Calvin's mother shouted.
"Just fine, Gramma!" shouted a little child from Calvin's side.
"Max," Calvin asked, "Why don't you go downstairs and play video games!"
"Sure!" Max, Calvin's son smiled, and he began walking down the stairs. Calvin smiled, and shook his head. He moved another large box, and then saw an incredibly small box standing in a corner.
"Could it be..." Calvin wondered, walking over to it and lifting off the lid. He saw a map, crudely drawn. He smiled at the sight of his old blueprint for his snow fortress. He found the only draft of his self-help book, a few Captain Napalms, and other tidbits from his childhood. He set the box aside, and continued moving cardboard.
Half an hour or so later, Calvin found a small box. Out of it was an oval, with black and orange stripes. It was more like a coffin than a cardboard box to Calvin. He lifted the lid, and gasped.
The gasp was all her could manage, as a giant tiger jumped out. He was just about to scream when he looked at the tiger, who was staring at him. They both spoke at the same second-
"Hobbes?"
"Calvin?"
Calvin embraced his friend. "Hey, Hobbes!" he smiled. "How's it been?"
Hobbes just smiled. "Same old. If you hadn't left tuna fish, though, I'd be dead. How about you?"
"So-so." Calvin smiled. "I never got married, since Susie moved away from me, then she was rn over by a truck."
"Who's the little boy I heard?"
"Oh, that's Alexander Maximillian Watterson the Third, but I just call him Max after my uncle."
"How's Ms. Wormwood?"
"Dead."
Calvin and Hobbes stayed silent for a minute, then continued to inquire about each other's lives. They talked for about an hour when Max shouted up the stairs, "Almost ready?"
Calvin picked up the box he'd found. His mom and dad were moving into a smaller house, not interested in such cleaning anymore. Calvin smiled at Hobbes. Hobbes waved, and Calvin fought the tears that were welled up in his eyes. "Sorry." Hobbes said. "I just can't follow somebody so old..."
Hobbes sighed, and sat down on the floor. If Hobbes hadn't been so filled with melancholy, he would have noticed Max sneaking up behind him. Max grabbed Hobbes, who nearly had a heart attack. "He hugs good, daddy." Max smiled.
"Yes, Max," Calvin smiled, "He hugs good."
The true understanding happened then, having taking seemingly forever to occur between two friends.
I don't own Calvin and Hobbes
Calvin smiled as he lifted another box up. "Calvin? How's it going?" Calvin's mother shouted.
"Just fine, Gramma!" shouted a little child from Calvin's side.
"Max," Calvin asked, "Why don't you go downstairs and play video games!"
"Sure!" Max, Calvin's son smiled, and he began walking down the stairs. Calvin smiled, and shook his head. He moved another large box, and then saw an incredibly small box standing in a corner.
"Could it be..." Calvin wondered, walking over to it and lifting off the lid. He saw a map, crudely drawn. He smiled at the sight of his old blueprint for his snow fortress. He found the only draft of his self-help book, a few Captain Napalms, and other tidbits from his childhood. He set the box aside, and continued moving cardboard.
Half an hour or so later, Calvin found a small box. Out of it was an oval, with black and orange stripes. It was more like a coffin than a cardboard box to Calvin. He lifted the lid, and gasped.
The gasp was all her could manage, as a giant tiger jumped out. He was just about to scream when he looked at the tiger, who was staring at him. They both spoke at the same second-
"Hobbes?"
"Calvin?"
Calvin embraced his friend. "Hey, Hobbes!" he smiled. "How's it been?"
Hobbes just smiled. "Same old. If you hadn't left tuna fish, though, I'd be dead. How about you?"
"So-so." Calvin smiled. "I never got married, since Susie moved away from me, then she was rn over by a truck."
"Who's the little boy I heard?"
"Oh, that's Alexander Maximillian Watterson the Third, but I just call him Max after my uncle."
"How's Ms. Wormwood?"
"Dead."
Calvin and Hobbes stayed silent for a minute, then continued to inquire about each other's lives. They talked for about an hour when Max shouted up the stairs, "Almost ready?"
Calvin picked up the box he'd found. His mom and dad were moving into a smaller house, not interested in such cleaning anymore. Calvin smiled at Hobbes. Hobbes waved, and Calvin fought the tears that were welled up in his eyes. "Sorry." Hobbes said. "I just can't follow somebody so old..."
Hobbes sighed, and sat down on the floor. If Hobbes hadn't been so filled with melancholy, he would have noticed Max sneaking up behind him. Max grabbed Hobbes, who nearly had a heart attack. "He hugs good, daddy." Max smiled.
"Yes, Max," Calvin smiled, "He hugs good."
The true understanding happened then, having taking seemingly forever to occur between two friends.