"Calvin," Hobbes said when he was taken out of the duffle bag. "That entire trip took over twelve hours!"
"Hey, it's not MY fault that the flight got stuck and all!" Calvin said cooly. His flight hadn't actually gone so well either.
"C'mon, Calvin," his dad said. He didn't want a repeat of Paris.
They walked out of the door into the Austrailian heat. It was now mid-autumn, close to winter, so Australia would be nearing it's summer. "Wow, it's bright out here!" Calvin's mom commented, shading her eyes with her hand.
"Hey, Hobbes!" Calvin said, eyebrows raised. "It's still summer here!"
Hobbes's ears perked up. "You mean nearing summer, right?"
"Yeah..." Calvin said. He hoped Hobbes was going to say what he thought he'd say.
"We can probably bribe your mom to let you on summer break!" Hobbes grinned.
"Hey, yeah!" Calvin exclaimed. "Hey, Mom!" He tugged on her pant leg.
"What, Calvin," she sighed as they were waiting for a taxi, which Calvin's dad had just hailed to come.
"Since it's nearly summer here, can I have a summer vacation?" he asked, looking hopeful.
"No."
Calvin grumbled, and when the taxi got to them, he grumbled some more. He claimed it smelled funny. "Calvin, it's rude to act like that in public!" his dad whispered to him.
"Oh, okay, I'll just sit here in silence," Calvin said grumpily.
The hotel they were staying at was very nice. Calvin had managed to bribe his parents to let him and Hobbes stay in a seperate room. However, it was right next to his parents. "This is SO COOL!" Calvin said as he bounced off of one double bed back onto another. "A whole night without Mom and Dad bossing us around!"
"Yeah," Hobbes replied, as he tried to find the Discovery Channel on the hotel room TV.
"We can do whatever we want!" Calvin grinned as he fell off of the bed. "Ow..."
Hobbes laughed. He got up and helped Calvin up. He looked at the phone, and made an 'important discovery'. "Hey, Calvin, this hotel let's you order food!"
"Really," Calvin said, rubbing his head gingerly.
"Yeah, all you need is our room number, and they'll deliver food to us!" Hobbes felt his stomach. "What's our room number?"
"Um... hang on," Calvin said, and checked the room number. "542."
"Okay, now, which of these little buttons do I need to press?" Hobbes picked up the phone, and looked at it.
"Here, let me do it, you moron!" Calvin grabbed the phone from Hobbes's grasp. "You have to dial the numbers, stupid!"
He dialed the number, and somebody picked it up. "Welcome to the Raddison Hotel Resteraunt. What can I get for you, mate?" a voice thick with Australian accent said from the other end.
"Yes, I'd like..." Calvin trailed off, then looked at Hobbes.
"A super-delux size pizza with all the toppings, two litires of Wild Cherry Pepsi, and a big tub of cookie dough ice cream!" Hobbes whispered to Calvin.
"I'd like a super-delux size pizza with half plain cheese, half all of the toppings, two litires of Wild Cherry Pepsi, and a big tub of cookie dough ice cream!" Calvin said, eyes shining in anticipation of all of the food.
"You sound kind of young," the voice responded.
"Well, I'm 13, and my voice hasn't changed," Calvin lied quickly.
"Oh, well, sure! We'll put this on your bill, mate, and it'll be up to your room in an hour or less!"
An hour later, there was a knock on the door. Calvin looked through the peep hole, and there was a lanky person in his late teens. "Leave it outside of the door," Calvin commanded.
"Okay, sure whatever," the boy said, walking away.
"Oh boy! A super-delux size pizza!" Hobbes said, when Calvin opened the box of pizza. It had forty pieces of pizza, half of which was topped with every pizza topping avalible. The ice cream tub was filled to the brim with cookie dough ice cream. The two litires of Wild Cherry Pepsi were there as well, along with silverwear and paper plates.
Just before they were about to start eating, there was another knock at the door. "Calvin," came his mom's voice, "it's time to go down for dinner!"
Calvin nearly passed out when his mom said that. "Quick!" he hissed at Hobbes. "What should we do?"
"Don't look at me!" Hobbes said, starting to eat.
"Um... I'm not really hungry, Mom... In fact, I have a stomach ache, so I'd rather lie down in here!" Calvin lied.
"Oh. Okay, sweetie. Hope you feel better!" His parent's footsteps echoed down the hallway.
"That was close," Calvin said, whiping away the sweat which had accumulated on his forehead.
Calvin's parents found out about what he had done. It was ineveitable. The next morning, they planned on going on a tour of Sydney. His parents opened his hotel room with the key that they had. Calvin was asleep, the television was on, and the big box of pizza, the tub of ice cream, and the two litires of Wild Cherry Pepsi were on the floor, all empty. His parents were really mad at him. This time, he had a REAL stomach ache.
"Calvin," his mom said, a vein throbbing in her head, "WHY did you order a super-delux pizza, two litires of pop, and a tub of ice cream without telling us?"
"We were hungry," Calvin said, staring at his shoes.
"Being HUNGRY doesn't give you an excuse to go ordering food! It's expensive!" Calvin's dad hollered. "If we had known you were hungry, we would have gone to dinner sooner!"
"But-"
Calvin's parent's apparently didn't get a 'but'. Calvin had a sore one, later in the day. "This isn't fair! Why do we have to take a stupid tour of another stupid city?" he complained to Hobbes.
"Because, we ordered all of that food last night," Hobbes said, moaning. He had also gotten a stomach ache.
They were currently seeing the Sydeny Opera House, which Calvin had thought was very boring.
"Hey, I just got an idea!" he said, grinning evily.
"Uh-oh..." Hobbes said, hoping he didn't get into any more trouble.
"C'mon, Calvin," his dad said, pushing him a little too hard.
Calvin didn't get into any more trouble for the rest of the day. When they got back to the hotel, Calvin's parents stopped at the front desk and told them not to accept any orders from room 542 until they left Australia. Calvin's mom also gave him extra homework that night, and Hobbes was very tired. Calvin's day hadn't been so well.
"Hey, it's not MY fault that the flight got stuck and all!" Calvin said cooly. His flight hadn't actually gone so well either.
"C'mon, Calvin," his dad said. He didn't want a repeat of Paris.
They walked out of the door into the Austrailian heat. It was now mid-autumn, close to winter, so Australia would be nearing it's summer. "Wow, it's bright out here!" Calvin's mom commented, shading her eyes with her hand.
"Hey, Hobbes!" Calvin said, eyebrows raised. "It's still summer here!"
Hobbes's ears perked up. "You mean nearing summer, right?"
"Yeah..." Calvin said. He hoped Hobbes was going to say what he thought he'd say.
"We can probably bribe your mom to let you on summer break!" Hobbes grinned.
"Hey, yeah!" Calvin exclaimed. "Hey, Mom!" He tugged on her pant leg.
"What, Calvin," she sighed as they were waiting for a taxi, which Calvin's dad had just hailed to come.
"Since it's nearly summer here, can I have a summer vacation?" he asked, looking hopeful.
"No."
Calvin grumbled, and when the taxi got to them, he grumbled some more. He claimed it smelled funny. "Calvin, it's rude to act like that in public!" his dad whispered to him.
"Oh, okay, I'll just sit here in silence," Calvin said grumpily.
The hotel they were staying at was very nice. Calvin had managed to bribe his parents to let him and Hobbes stay in a seperate room. However, it was right next to his parents. "This is SO COOL!" Calvin said as he bounced off of one double bed back onto another. "A whole night without Mom and Dad bossing us around!"
"Yeah," Hobbes replied, as he tried to find the Discovery Channel on the hotel room TV.
"We can do whatever we want!" Calvin grinned as he fell off of the bed. "Ow..."
Hobbes laughed. He got up and helped Calvin up. He looked at the phone, and made an 'important discovery'. "Hey, Calvin, this hotel let's you order food!"
"Really," Calvin said, rubbing his head gingerly.
"Yeah, all you need is our room number, and they'll deliver food to us!" Hobbes felt his stomach. "What's our room number?"
"Um... hang on," Calvin said, and checked the room number. "542."
"Okay, now, which of these little buttons do I need to press?" Hobbes picked up the phone, and looked at it.
"Here, let me do it, you moron!" Calvin grabbed the phone from Hobbes's grasp. "You have to dial the numbers, stupid!"
He dialed the number, and somebody picked it up. "Welcome to the Raddison Hotel Resteraunt. What can I get for you, mate?" a voice thick with Australian accent said from the other end.
"Yes, I'd like..." Calvin trailed off, then looked at Hobbes.
"A super-delux size pizza with all the toppings, two litires of Wild Cherry Pepsi, and a big tub of cookie dough ice cream!" Hobbes whispered to Calvin.
"I'd like a super-delux size pizza with half plain cheese, half all of the toppings, two litires of Wild Cherry Pepsi, and a big tub of cookie dough ice cream!" Calvin said, eyes shining in anticipation of all of the food.
"You sound kind of young," the voice responded.
"Well, I'm 13, and my voice hasn't changed," Calvin lied quickly.
"Oh, well, sure! We'll put this on your bill, mate, and it'll be up to your room in an hour or less!"
An hour later, there was a knock on the door. Calvin looked through the peep hole, and there was a lanky person in his late teens. "Leave it outside of the door," Calvin commanded.
"Okay, sure whatever," the boy said, walking away.
"Oh boy! A super-delux size pizza!" Hobbes said, when Calvin opened the box of pizza. It had forty pieces of pizza, half of which was topped with every pizza topping avalible. The ice cream tub was filled to the brim with cookie dough ice cream. The two litires of Wild Cherry Pepsi were there as well, along with silverwear and paper plates.
Just before they were about to start eating, there was another knock at the door. "Calvin," came his mom's voice, "it's time to go down for dinner!"
Calvin nearly passed out when his mom said that. "Quick!" he hissed at Hobbes. "What should we do?"
"Don't look at me!" Hobbes said, starting to eat.
"Um... I'm not really hungry, Mom... In fact, I have a stomach ache, so I'd rather lie down in here!" Calvin lied.
"Oh. Okay, sweetie. Hope you feel better!" His parent's footsteps echoed down the hallway.
"That was close," Calvin said, whiping away the sweat which had accumulated on his forehead.
Calvin's parents found out about what he had done. It was ineveitable. The next morning, they planned on going on a tour of Sydney. His parents opened his hotel room with the key that they had. Calvin was asleep, the television was on, and the big box of pizza, the tub of ice cream, and the two litires of Wild Cherry Pepsi were on the floor, all empty. His parents were really mad at him. This time, he had a REAL stomach ache.
"Calvin," his mom said, a vein throbbing in her head, "WHY did you order a super-delux pizza, two litires of pop, and a tub of ice cream without telling us?"
"We were hungry," Calvin said, staring at his shoes.
"Being HUNGRY doesn't give you an excuse to go ordering food! It's expensive!" Calvin's dad hollered. "If we had known you were hungry, we would have gone to dinner sooner!"
"But-"
Calvin's parent's apparently didn't get a 'but'. Calvin had a sore one, later in the day. "This isn't fair! Why do we have to take a stupid tour of another stupid city?" he complained to Hobbes.
"Because, we ordered all of that food last night," Hobbes said, moaning. He had also gotten a stomach ache.
They were currently seeing the Sydeny Opera House, which Calvin had thought was very boring.
"Hey, I just got an idea!" he said, grinning evily.
"Uh-oh..." Hobbes said, hoping he didn't get into any more trouble.
"C'mon, Calvin," his dad said, pushing him a little too hard.
Calvin didn't get into any more trouble for the rest of the day. When they got back to the hotel, Calvin's parents stopped at the front desk and told them not to accept any orders from room 542 until they left Australia. Calvin's mom also gave him extra homework that night, and Hobbes was very tired. Calvin's day hadn't been so well.