A/N: Really? I've never read your story about a terrible dream, Reveiw Guy. I guess that's because I never could look you up until I changed the Parental Controlls on AOL... whoops! Did I just say that? Anyway, I don't own Calvin and Hobbes.
Calvin was walking through a long stretch of the woods with his best friend, Hobbes, along with his twin sister, Cynthia. Cynthia looked a lot like Calvin- she had the same color of hair, but it wasn't as full of cowlicks as Calvin's was. She had the same colored eyes, and, unfortunatly, the same personality. With TWO kids almost EXACTLY alike running through the house, their parents went on their second, third, fourth, and fifth honeymoon. They were currently on their sixth, and they left the twins with their Uncle Max.
"Cynthia, did you HAVE to come?" Calvin sighed exasperatedly. He and Hobbes loved to run around in the woods- by themselves! With his sister tagging along, it wasn't exactly a little slice of paradise.
"Yes, I did!" Cynthia stuck her tounge out at Calvin.
"WHY?" he asked.
"Because, stupid, I'm out here to catch a bear! You have Hobbes and I need a best friend!" she explained, as though she had said it before.
"A bear in the house? That'd be interesting..." Hobbes remarked.
"Yeah, Hobbes. It'll be great having a GIRL in the house!" Cynthia was the only other person who seemed to talk to Hobbes. Everybody else put an emphasis on 'Hobbes' or 'tiger.'
"A bear?" Calvin looked blankly at her. "Why would you want a bear?"
"Why would you want a tiger?" She laughed and walked off in a different direction in the forest. Hobbes ran up to catch her, leaving Calvin still staring at nothing in the dust.
"A little closer... a little closer!" Cynthia was whispering this to herself, watching as a young bear cub sniffed at her 'trap.' It was just like the one Calvin had built to catch Hobbes, only it was baited with salmon instead of tuna. The bear sniffed the salmon, and grabbed it, which resulted in it hanging upside-down by the foot paw, happily munching on the salmon. "YES!" Cynthia said louder this time.
Calvin groaned. It was bad enough with just Cynthia! Now, with a bear, G.R.O.S.S. would be outnumbered by the members of V.I.L.E! ((A/N: Read my first fic to find out about this.))
"What's your name?" Cynthia said when she walked up to the bear cub, still happily munching on the salmon.
"Tulip," the bear, obviously a she, answered, then continued eating.
"Well, c'mon, Tulip! You're going home with me!" Cynthia untied Tulip, and she landed on the ground with a thud.
"What'll we do at your house?" Tulip asked as she swallowed the last of the salmon.
"Have an emergency meeting of V.I.L.E. That's what we'll do!" Cynthia grinned evily, and Calvin gulped.
"Gentelmen!" Calvin exclaimed in his 'top secret' headquarters of G.R.O.S.S, "This emergency meeting of the club G.R.O.S.S. (Get Rid Of Slimy girlS) shall now come to order! Dictator for Life Calvin presiding!" Calvin was trying his best to look important, with his newspaper-folded hat, but he was failing, since the hat was sliding off several times. "Today, our offical club enimy V.I.L.E. (Vanquish Ignorant maLe Efforts) has gained a new member, and offically a new enimy! Club War Stratagist Hobbes will now provide us with a plan of attack!"
"Thank you, Dictator," Hobbes put his paper hat on, which was folded better than Calvin's. "I suggest that we go to the headquarters of V.I.L.E. and lure the new member out to our headquaters, then demand a ransom!"
"Only one problem! We don't know where Cynthia keeps her headquarters!" Calvin pointed out.
"Then let's go find them!"
The pair climbed down the rope ladder of the tree house, and went into the house.
"Where do you think Cynthia would go for a headquarters?" Calvin asked when they got to his room, which was very messy.
"I don't know. She's your sister," Hobbes said, and lied down on the bed.
"Well... it's not in her room... maybe in the basement?" Calvin scratched his head.
"Let's try down there," Hobbes said, and they left Calvin's room.
The basement was dank and musty, and when they got down there, they found to their avail that she wasn't there. Calvin suggested they try outside, so they climbed the stairs and stepped out into the bright sun.
"I don't see her any where, do you?"
"HEY! CALVIN!" Calvin spun on his heal to see Cynthia and Tulip, eaching holding a water balloon in BOTH hands. "Prepare for the downfall of G.R.O.S.S!"
* * * *
"AHHH!" Calvin sprang up for the second time that night.
Calvin's mom rushed into the room, and clicked on the lights. "What is it, honey? Did you have a bad dream?"
"DON'T LET CYNTHIA GET ME!" Calvin dived under the covers.
"Who's Cynthia?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh... it was all a dream..." Calvin rubbed the sweat off of his forehead.
"Well... I'm going back to bed. Good night, Calvin," Calvin's mom shut the light off and closed the bedroom door, and very quickly, Calvin was asleep again.
Calvin was walking through a long stretch of the woods with his best friend, Hobbes, along with his twin sister, Cynthia. Cynthia looked a lot like Calvin- she had the same color of hair, but it wasn't as full of cowlicks as Calvin's was. She had the same colored eyes, and, unfortunatly, the same personality. With TWO kids almost EXACTLY alike running through the house, their parents went on their second, third, fourth, and fifth honeymoon. They were currently on their sixth, and they left the twins with their Uncle Max.
"Cynthia, did you HAVE to come?" Calvin sighed exasperatedly. He and Hobbes loved to run around in the woods- by themselves! With his sister tagging along, it wasn't exactly a little slice of paradise.
"Yes, I did!" Cynthia stuck her tounge out at Calvin.
"WHY?" he asked.
"Because, stupid, I'm out here to catch a bear! You have Hobbes and I need a best friend!" she explained, as though she had said it before.
"A bear in the house? That'd be interesting..." Hobbes remarked.
"Yeah, Hobbes. It'll be great having a GIRL in the house!" Cynthia was the only other person who seemed to talk to Hobbes. Everybody else put an emphasis on 'Hobbes' or 'tiger.'
"A bear?" Calvin looked blankly at her. "Why would you want a bear?"
"Why would you want a tiger?" She laughed and walked off in a different direction in the forest. Hobbes ran up to catch her, leaving Calvin still staring at nothing in the dust.
"A little closer... a little closer!" Cynthia was whispering this to herself, watching as a young bear cub sniffed at her 'trap.' It was just like the one Calvin had built to catch Hobbes, only it was baited with salmon instead of tuna. The bear sniffed the salmon, and grabbed it, which resulted in it hanging upside-down by the foot paw, happily munching on the salmon. "YES!" Cynthia said louder this time.
Calvin groaned. It was bad enough with just Cynthia! Now, with a bear, G.R.O.S.S. would be outnumbered by the members of V.I.L.E! ((A/N: Read my first fic to find out about this.))
"What's your name?" Cynthia said when she walked up to the bear cub, still happily munching on the salmon.
"Tulip," the bear, obviously a she, answered, then continued eating.
"Well, c'mon, Tulip! You're going home with me!" Cynthia untied Tulip, and she landed on the ground with a thud.
"What'll we do at your house?" Tulip asked as she swallowed the last of the salmon.
"Have an emergency meeting of V.I.L.E. That's what we'll do!" Cynthia grinned evily, and Calvin gulped.
"Gentelmen!" Calvin exclaimed in his 'top secret' headquarters of G.R.O.S.S, "This emergency meeting of the club G.R.O.S.S. (Get Rid Of Slimy girlS) shall now come to order! Dictator for Life Calvin presiding!" Calvin was trying his best to look important, with his newspaper-folded hat, but he was failing, since the hat was sliding off several times. "Today, our offical club enimy V.I.L.E. (Vanquish Ignorant maLe Efforts) has gained a new member, and offically a new enimy! Club War Stratagist Hobbes will now provide us with a plan of attack!"
"Thank you, Dictator," Hobbes put his paper hat on, which was folded better than Calvin's. "I suggest that we go to the headquarters of V.I.L.E. and lure the new member out to our headquaters, then demand a ransom!"
"Only one problem! We don't know where Cynthia keeps her headquarters!" Calvin pointed out.
"Then let's go find them!"
The pair climbed down the rope ladder of the tree house, and went into the house.
"Where do you think Cynthia would go for a headquarters?" Calvin asked when they got to his room, which was very messy.
"I don't know. She's your sister," Hobbes said, and lied down on the bed.
"Well... it's not in her room... maybe in the basement?" Calvin scratched his head.
"Let's try down there," Hobbes said, and they left Calvin's room.
The basement was dank and musty, and when they got down there, they found to their avail that she wasn't there. Calvin suggested they try outside, so they climbed the stairs and stepped out into the bright sun.
"I don't see her any where, do you?"
"HEY! CALVIN!" Calvin spun on his heal to see Cynthia and Tulip, eaching holding a water balloon in BOTH hands. "Prepare for the downfall of G.R.O.S.S!"
* * * *
"AHHH!" Calvin sprang up for the second time that night.
Calvin's mom rushed into the room, and clicked on the lights. "What is it, honey? Did you have a bad dream?"
"DON'T LET CYNTHIA GET ME!" Calvin dived under the covers.
"Who's Cynthia?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh... it was all a dream..." Calvin rubbed the sweat off of his forehead.
"Well... I'm going back to bed. Good night, Calvin," Calvin's mom shut the light off and closed the bedroom door, and very quickly, Calvin was asleep again.