A/N: Just to let you know, my computer doesn't have Microsoft Word. I installed it, but it won't work. So I've been using WordPad, and if you catch a spelling error, it's not my fault. Besides, it's the story, not the spelling, right? Ugh... I sure hope so!
After the event with the pyramid, Calvin decided to stick with the tour group. He was thorughly dissapointed in not getting to go in any pyramids after the first one, but he did buy a nice miniature sphinx that was being sold at a gift stand. It was four dollars, which his dad said was too expensive.
Finally, after being in Egypt for a week, Calvin's dad said there was a meeting he had to go to in Paris. Calvin had really enjoyed going to England, and he hoped Paris was the same.
On the way to Paris, Calvin actually got a seat for Hobbes on the airplane they were on. Hobbes was fasinated by looking out of the window.
"Hey! There's a cloud that looks like Aunt Gertrude!" Hobbes said, pointing to a blobby cloud.
"Ugh... I don't feel so good..." Calvin moaned. He had been feeling plane sick since he had ordered a pop (A/N: Soda, to all of you non-Michigan/Ohio/Indiana/any where else people.) and had insisted on drinking it real fast. So now, he was plane sick.
"Well, you shouldn't have had that pop, Calvin. It's not good to drink that sort of stuff on a plane," his mom said from the seat in front of his.
"Yeah, but-" Calvin started to say.
"She has a point, Calvin," Hobbes inturrupted.
So Calvin just sat on the plane with his sick bag at hand.
Thankfully, Calvin didn't get sick. In fact, when they landed in Paris, Calvin ran off with Hobbes to an arcade in the airport. "Oh, good! It's 'Attack of the Braindead Ninja Zombies 4!' I've been wanting to play this!" Calvin said. He pulled out a quarter, but the video game wouldn't accept it. So he kicked the machine, which broke it, and he and his parents were asked to leave.
"Well, you certainly made a mess of things there, Calvin," his mom said crossly.
"Like it's my fault that we don't have any French money," Calvin grumbled.
Once again, the family decided to see the sights of Paris. All Calvin really paid attention to was all of the kissing. "Yuck! He's actually ENJOYING that!" Calvin exclaimed, pointing to a kissing couple.
"It's rude to point, Calvin," his mom said, as she looked at the Eiffel Tower.
"I'm sick of sight-seeing," Calvin muttered to Hobbes. "C'mon, let's go explore!"
"Remember where that got us last time?" Hobbes replied, not looking away from the French girl he was watching.
"Yeah, but this is a CITY. Nothing bad can happen! No ancient booby traps!" Calvin said, and he grabbed Hobbes's paw, and they were off.
"Let's take a tour of the French sewer system!" Calvin said, once they were far enough away from his parents.
"Let's not and say we did," Hobbes said, a look of disgust on his face.
"OK... then let's climb the Eiffel Tower and fly off!" Calvin said, and he pulled out a red cape and mask from the backpack he had on.
"Calvin, that's not-"
Hobbes was cut short, because Calvin stood heroically, and started running.
"A bolt of crimson flashes through the French sky! Yes! It's STUPENDOUS MAN! Champion of freedom!" Calvin narrated to himself. He weaved in and out between crowds, and reached an elevator about to go up.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but this is super hero business," Calvin said, pushing an old lady out of the way, about to get onto the elevator.
"This is obviously the work of the evil Mom Lady!" Calvin continued, as the elevator went up to the second story of the tower. Rushing out of the elevator, Calvin juumped into the next one.
Back on the ground, Calvin's parents saw Hobbes and Calvin's open backpack lying on the sidewalk. "Great. We turn our backs for a second, and he runs off," Calvin's dad said.
"Where could Calvin have gotten to?" his wife asked, a note of panic in her voice.
"Dear, we have an answer," Calvin's dad responded, and pointed up to the Eiffel Tower, where a small boy with a cape and a mask on was perched at the edge.
"Stupendous Man has come up with a stupendous plan!" Calvin said to himself. He had his arms outstreched, and the wind was rustling his cape. He thought he looked quiet heroic. "To free all of these slaves of the evil Mom Lady, he must fly off of her Evil Tower!"
Then, to the horror of his mother, he tried to jump. Fortunatly for him, a man grabbed him around the waist before he could fall.
"GOTCHA!" he said. Calvin whirled around and saw his face. It was his Uncle Max.
"Uncle Max? What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Come on, Calvin," Max said sternly.
"OH MAX! YOU SAVED HIM!" Calvin's mom said, hugging Max, nearly squishing Calvin in the process.
"It was nothing, really," he said, and handed Calvin to his dad.
"Young man! We are going to have a serious talk about what you did!" Calvin's dad said to Calvin, as he set him down on the sidewalk.
"Why can't anything go right for me?" Calvin said, as they walked away, leaving a stuffed tiger on the sidewalk.
After the event with the pyramid, Calvin decided to stick with the tour group. He was thorughly dissapointed in not getting to go in any pyramids after the first one, but he did buy a nice miniature sphinx that was being sold at a gift stand. It was four dollars, which his dad said was too expensive.
Finally, after being in Egypt for a week, Calvin's dad said there was a meeting he had to go to in Paris. Calvin had really enjoyed going to England, and he hoped Paris was the same.
On the way to Paris, Calvin actually got a seat for Hobbes on the airplane they were on. Hobbes was fasinated by looking out of the window.
"Hey! There's a cloud that looks like Aunt Gertrude!" Hobbes said, pointing to a blobby cloud.
"Ugh... I don't feel so good..." Calvin moaned. He had been feeling plane sick since he had ordered a pop (A/N: Soda, to all of you non-Michigan/Ohio/Indiana/any where else people.) and had insisted on drinking it real fast. So now, he was plane sick.
"Well, you shouldn't have had that pop, Calvin. It's not good to drink that sort of stuff on a plane," his mom said from the seat in front of his.
"Yeah, but-" Calvin started to say.
"She has a point, Calvin," Hobbes inturrupted.
So Calvin just sat on the plane with his sick bag at hand.
Thankfully, Calvin didn't get sick. In fact, when they landed in Paris, Calvin ran off with Hobbes to an arcade in the airport. "Oh, good! It's 'Attack of the Braindead Ninja Zombies 4!' I've been wanting to play this!" Calvin said. He pulled out a quarter, but the video game wouldn't accept it. So he kicked the machine, which broke it, and he and his parents were asked to leave.
"Well, you certainly made a mess of things there, Calvin," his mom said crossly.
"Like it's my fault that we don't have any French money," Calvin grumbled.
Once again, the family decided to see the sights of Paris. All Calvin really paid attention to was all of the kissing. "Yuck! He's actually ENJOYING that!" Calvin exclaimed, pointing to a kissing couple.
"It's rude to point, Calvin," his mom said, as she looked at the Eiffel Tower.
"I'm sick of sight-seeing," Calvin muttered to Hobbes. "C'mon, let's go explore!"
"Remember where that got us last time?" Hobbes replied, not looking away from the French girl he was watching.
"Yeah, but this is a CITY. Nothing bad can happen! No ancient booby traps!" Calvin said, and he grabbed Hobbes's paw, and they were off.
"Let's take a tour of the French sewer system!" Calvin said, once they were far enough away from his parents.
"Let's not and say we did," Hobbes said, a look of disgust on his face.
"OK... then let's climb the Eiffel Tower and fly off!" Calvin said, and he pulled out a red cape and mask from the backpack he had on.
"Calvin, that's not-"
Hobbes was cut short, because Calvin stood heroically, and started running.
"A bolt of crimson flashes through the French sky! Yes! It's STUPENDOUS MAN! Champion of freedom!" Calvin narrated to himself. He weaved in and out between crowds, and reached an elevator about to go up.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but this is super hero business," Calvin said, pushing an old lady out of the way, about to get onto the elevator.
"This is obviously the work of the evil Mom Lady!" Calvin continued, as the elevator went up to the second story of the tower. Rushing out of the elevator, Calvin juumped into the next one.
Back on the ground, Calvin's parents saw Hobbes and Calvin's open backpack lying on the sidewalk. "Great. We turn our backs for a second, and he runs off," Calvin's dad said.
"Where could Calvin have gotten to?" his wife asked, a note of panic in her voice.
"Dear, we have an answer," Calvin's dad responded, and pointed up to the Eiffel Tower, where a small boy with a cape and a mask on was perched at the edge.
"Stupendous Man has come up with a stupendous plan!" Calvin said to himself. He had his arms outstreched, and the wind was rustling his cape. He thought he looked quiet heroic. "To free all of these slaves of the evil Mom Lady, he must fly off of her Evil Tower!"
Then, to the horror of his mother, he tried to jump. Fortunatly for him, a man grabbed him around the waist before he could fall.
"GOTCHA!" he said. Calvin whirled around and saw his face. It was his Uncle Max.
"Uncle Max? What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Come on, Calvin," Max said sternly.
"OH MAX! YOU SAVED HIM!" Calvin's mom said, hugging Max, nearly squishing Calvin in the process.
"It was nothing, really," he said, and handed Calvin to his dad.
"Young man! We are going to have a serious talk about what you did!" Calvin's dad said to Calvin, as he set him down on the sidewalk.
"Why can't anything go right for me?" Calvin said, as they walked away, leaving a stuffed tiger on the sidewalk.