A/N: Peter and Socrates are MY original characters. Don't steal 'em.
After Calvin was yelled at, he decided to go sulk and talk to Hobbes, when suddenly, he noticed his tiger wasn't there! "Hey, Mom!" Calvin called to his mom, who was talking with his dad and his Uncle Max.
"What, Calvin?" she said sternly.
"Where's Hobbes? asked Calvin.
"Didn't you bring him with you?"
"No! I can't find him!" Calvin said, a note of panic in his voice. His mom came over, and the searched around the hotel room; under the bed, in the closet, in the bathroom, but they couldn't find him. Calvin was in histarics.
"Suppose he hates me! What if he ran away?" Calvin said, tears brimming in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Calvin. No one stole Hobbes, and I'm sure he didn't run away!" his mom said. She was mad at Calvin, but she knew how much Calvin loved his stuffed tiger. So she told him they'd go out and go back to where they were when they left the streets.
Meanwhile, back on the streets, the boy and the lion that Calvin and Hobbes had met on the ship walked down the street. When the came upon Hobbes, the lion, Socrates, saw him sleeping. "Would you look at that! A lion won't just curl up on the street and fall asleep!" he said, as he yawned loudly.
"Right, Socrates," the boy said.
"Hey, Peter?" Socrates said to the boy, who was obviously Peter.
"What?" Peter said, as he bent down to tie his shoe.
"Should we wake him up?"
"Sure. Why not?" Peter said, and he chucked a rock at Hobbes.
"OW!" Hobbes said, coming awake. "Who did that? Calvin? Is that you?"
"Nope. Sorry. My lion buddy over here said I should wake you up," Peter said, pointing to Socrates, who grinned.
"Listen, I'd appreciate it if that inferior excuse for a cat wouldn't suggest throwing things at me," Hobbes said cooly.
"Oh yeah? If lions are so 'inferior', then how come they are used on the opening sequence of every MGM movie?" Socrates said, his grin gone.
"Because, the MGM workers weren't afraid to encounter a lazy male lion."
Socrates snapped. In one leap, he landed with a thud next to Hobbes, but not exactly as he planned. He hit the ground hard and fell. "Ha! Score one for the tiger!" Hobbes mocked, and sidestepped as Socrates made another lunge for him. "Tut tut... I've seen house cat's do better!" Hobbes still taunted, as he stepped out of the way once again.
Peter tried to stop Socrates, but the lion had other ideas. "Not now, Peter. This is personal," Socrates said, through gritted teeth.
After three more attemps, Socrates grazed Hobbes's footpaw with his outstrecthed claw. Hobbes calmly set his claws out, and scratched the lion's face.
"HOBBES!" came Calvin's voice from behind him. Running up to him, he hugged him. "Finally! I've found you!"
Socrates just stared at the pair sullenly. "HA! LOOK AT THE SISSY PUUTY TAT, GETTING HUGGED BY A LITTLE BOY!" Socrates called loudly.
"Excuse me?" Calvin said, walking up to the lion. "Did you just call my best friend a 'sissy?' I'll have you know, that that tiger over there is best friend I've ever had. DON'T EVER INSULT HIM AGAIN!" Calvin jumped onto the lion and started kicking and biting in every avalible spot. After thirty seconds, Socrates managed to slink away.
"Yeah, that's right, pussy cat! Crawl back to the sewer where you belong!" Calvin yelled, with several scratch marks on his face.
"Wow, Calvin! I never knew you had that in you!" Hobbes said as the two of them walked to a magazine rack where Calvin's mom was buying an American magazine to take on the flight that they would be taking to Australia in the next two weeks.
"Neither did I! After he insulted you, I couldn't let him get away with that!" replied Calvin as he indicated to his mom that he was ready to go.
The next two weeks in France were spent studying and sitting in the hotel room while Calvin's dad went to meetings. Finally, Calvin's family got to go to Australia. This time, however, the flight was longer, and Calvin couldn't get Hobbes a seat.
"Great," Hobbes muttered on the way to the airport. "Long hours trapped in your duffle bag next to your dirty clothes. Sounds real great."
"Oh, be quiet, you big baby! It's not that long!" Calvin retorted, as he pulled his duffle bag open.
"You want me to get in NOW?" Hobbes said, a look of horror on his face.
"We just need it so you can go through the baggage checking line. So get in!" Calvin said, as he shoved Hobbes, who refused to budge, into the duffle bag.
After they got through the line, Calvin quickly pulled Hobbes out. "That was a half an hour!" Hobbes said, glaring at Calvin.
"OK, so the baggage check line was longer than I expected! Sue me!" Calvin said, as Hobbes stood up next to Calvin.
"I can't believe I have to go through more of that," moaned Hobbes.
"Big deal. I have to sit with Mom and Dad for all that time, so consider yourself lucky," Calvin muttered to Hobbes, as sevearl passerbys stared at the boy talking to a stuffed animal.
The trip was a little longer than Calvin had expected. It had taken the airplane three hours just to take off, not to mention the hours it took to go from Europe to Australia. Then, they had to wait two hours for the plane to land, due to the fact that their were ten planes waiting to land. Boy, Calvin thought. I'm not looking forward to seeing Hobbes soon!
After Calvin was yelled at, he decided to go sulk and talk to Hobbes, when suddenly, he noticed his tiger wasn't there! "Hey, Mom!" Calvin called to his mom, who was talking with his dad and his Uncle Max.
"What, Calvin?" she said sternly.
"Where's Hobbes? asked Calvin.
"Didn't you bring him with you?"
"No! I can't find him!" Calvin said, a note of panic in his voice. His mom came over, and the searched around the hotel room; under the bed, in the closet, in the bathroom, but they couldn't find him. Calvin was in histarics.
"Suppose he hates me! What if he ran away?" Calvin said, tears brimming in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Calvin. No one stole Hobbes, and I'm sure he didn't run away!" his mom said. She was mad at Calvin, but she knew how much Calvin loved his stuffed tiger. So she told him they'd go out and go back to where they were when they left the streets.
Meanwhile, back on the streets, the boy and the lion that Calvin and Hobbes had met on the ship walked down the street. When the came upon Hobbes, the lion, Socrates, saw him sleeping. "Would you look at that! A lion won't just curl up on the street and fall asleep!" he said, as he yawned loudly.
"Right, Socrates," the boy said.
"Hey, Peter?" Socrates said to the boy, who was obviously Peter.
"What?" Peter said, as he bent down to tie his shoe.
"Should we wake him up?"
"Sure. Why not?" Peter said, and he chucked a rock at Hobbes.
"OW!" Hobbes said, coming awake. "Who did that? Calvin? Is that you?"
"Nope. Sorry. My lion buddy over here said I should wake you up," Peter said, pointing to Socrates, who grinned.
"Listen, I'd appreciate it if that inferior excuse for a cat wouldn't suggest throwing things at me," Hobbes said cooly.
"Oh yeah? If lions are so 'inferior', then how come they are used on the opening sequence of every MGM movie?" Socrates said, his grin gone.
"Because, the MGM workers weren't afraid to encounter a lazy male lion."
Socrates snapped. In one leap, he landed with a thud next to Hobbes, but not exactly as he planned. He hit the ground hard and fell. "Ha! Score one for the tiger!" Hobbes mocked, and sidestepped as Socrates made another lunge for him. "Tut tut... I've seen house cat's do better!" Hobbes still taunted, as he stepped out of the way once again.
Peter tried to stop Socrates, but the lion had other ideas. "Not now, Peter. This is personal," Socrates said, through gritted teeth.
After three more attemps, Socrates grazed Hobbes's footpaw with his outstrecthed claw. Hobbes calmly set his claws out, and scratched the lion's face.
"HOBBES!" came Calvin's voice from behind him. Running up to him, he hugged him. "Finally! I've found you!"
Socrates just stared at the pair sullenly. "HA! LOOK AT THE SISSY PUUTY TAT, GETTING HUGGED BY A LITTLE BOY!" Socrates called loudly.
"Excuse me?" Calvin said, walking up to the lion. "Did you just call my best friend a 'sissy?' I'll have you know, that that tiger over there is best friend I've ever had. DON'T EVER INSULT HIM AGAIN!" Calvin jumped onto the lion and started kicking and biting in every avalible spot. After thirty seconds, Socrates managed to slink away.
"Yeah, that's right, pussy cat! Crawl back to the sewer where you belong!" Calvin yelled, with several scratch marks on his face.
"Wow, Calvin! I never knew you had that in you!" Hobbes said as the two of them walked to a magazine rack where Calvin's mom was buying an American magazine to take on the flight that they would be taking to Australia in the next two weeks.
"Neither did I! After he insulted you, I couldn't let him get away with that!" replied Calvin as he indicated to his mom that he was ready to go.
The next two weeks in France were spent studying and sitting in the hotel room while Calvin's dad went to meetings. Finally, Calvin's family got to go to Australia. This time, however, the flight was longer, and Calvin couldn't get Hobbes a seat.
"Great," Hobbes muttered on the way to the airport. "Long hours trapped in your duffle bag next to your dirty clothes. Sounds real great."
"Oh, be quiet, you big baby! It's not that long!" Calvin retorted, as he pulled his duffle bag open.
"You want me to get in NOW?" Hobbes said, a look of horror on his face.
"We just need it so you can go through the baggage checking line. So get in!" Calvin said, as he shoved Hobbes, who refused to budge, into the duffle bag.
After they got through the line, Calvin quickly pulled Hobbes out. "That was a half an hour!" Hobbes said, glaring at Calvin.
"OK, so the baggage check line was longer than I expected! Sue me!" Calvin said, as Hobbes stood up next to Calvin.
"I can't believe I have to go through more of that," moaned Hobbes.
"Big deal. I have to sit with Mom and Dad for all that time, so consider yourself lucky," Calvin muttered to Hobbes, as sevearl passerbys stared at the boy talking to a stuffed animal.
The trip was a little longer than Calvin had expected. It had taken the airplane three hours just to take off, not to mention the hours it took to go from Europe to Australia. Then, they had to wait two hours for the plane to land, due to the fact that their were ten planes waiting to land. Boy, Calvin thought. I'm not looking forward to seeing Hobbes soon!