Disclaimer: Ho! Ho! Ho! For you, Bill Watterson, I will recognize the fact that you indeed own Calvin and Hobbes and no more liberties will be taken against your wonderful comic.
Well, maybe a couple liberties…
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"Ooowww…thish really hurtsh." mumbled Calvin, rubbing his head in pain. Tommy looked over with the same, harsh look on his face. "Maybe we shouldn't have had sho mush shereal…" he slurred.
Moe sat across the table, merely staring, amazed he had gotten this far. He had really expected he would be expelled from the party when he showed up, but nobody had had the guts to stand up to him. At night, just as everybody is refilling their bowls or using the restroom, he was going to cream him good. Teach him to try to stand up to him in gym class. Teach him something good…uh…
Susie and Candice were talking amongst each other, occasionally glancing at Calvin and Tommy, who had both eaten a little too much of the new cereal, and then taken a few aspiring (overbalanced, don't you think?) and had managed to end up a semi-drunken heap each.
"Thish really hurtsh." mumbled Calvin again. "We heard you!" shouted Tommy, which only sparked his roaring migraine.
Across the room from the fire, Frosty danced across town to the train station on the TV.
"That Froshty…what ish he trying to pull? A shnowman comesh alive and he decides he'sh going to waste it all on singing and being merry. I bet you a real shnowman would…live up hish life. You know, eat Froshted Shugar Bombs and stuff, maybe get shome friends, learn to drive, spend an hour a day at the shooting range." groaned Tommy.
Calvin shook his head slowly and blurredly. "No, a shnowman…he isn't nice. I've met a real shnowman before. He washn't really kind. He tried to kill me."
Across the way, Susie rolled her eyes sympathetically. Not the snow goon story again. She had been involved in this one, but it was a brief roll.
"He wash evil." Everybody (save Tommy, also tired in that drunk-yet-sober way, and Jerad, who had gone home with a migraine to beat a hangover) merely stared at Calvin, who started to wonder if Calvin realized what he was saying.
"A snowman can't kill you. Snowmen…they aren't alive, Calvin. Ok? Get that through your thick-" "But he wash!" Calvin interrupted quickly, spilling the bowl that lay in his lap onto the carpet. Candice closed her mouth.
"I brought him alive. He tried to kill me, and then he made more. I defeated him, though. Oh yesh, I did." he said, resting his head somberly at the end. Candice sneered. "Alright, Mr. Brings Frosty Alive, do it again, right now. We're going to go out and you're going to prove to us that you can bring snowmen alive. If suddenly Frosty springs up with an axe and tries to cut us down, I'll personally apologize. Otherwise, you have to be our slave-monkey for the rest of the night. Capice?"
Calvin nodded slowly, trying to ward off his migraine enough to see that this was all a big mistake.
"Alright then, get your coats. We're making a snowman."