A/N: Wow. Lot's of reviews. At least- more than I expected. 18 as of the time of writing. It's nice getting reviews. And no, Elf of Rivendale, I'm not Bill Watterson. But am I really that good?!?!? Woah... also, answering part two of your question, I do own every Calvin and Hobbes book, with the exception of "The Authoritive Calvin and Hobbes." I guess you could say I'm obsessed! I hope this chapter doesn't seem a little strange... I know that scientists live on Antarctica... but that's from going to Lonely Planet and doing research. By the way, this chapter was intended to be a short story, but I changed my mind. Anyways, on we go with the adventures around the world.
Visiting Australia was nice, Calvin thought. However, visiting Antarctica was like being in snow heaven! Mounds upon mounds upon mounds of snow piled up when the plane which Calvin's family had been in landed in Antarctica. Calvin had been wrapped in layers of clothing just so he could keep the circulation in his body going. His parent's had given him and Hobbes a big lecture about how dangerous it would be on Antarctica, because there wouldn't be any adults besides scientists on the entire contenint.
"Wow, look at all of the snow!" Calvin said, amazed at the white blur of objects surrounding the station where they landed. Calvin immidiatly grabbed Hobbes and was about to go make snowmen when his dad stopped him.
"DON'T go running off, Calvin," he said sternly, grabbing onto the back of Calvin's coat.
"Couldn't I make a snowman?" Calvin pleaded.
"Only if you have someone out here with you," Calvin's mom responded, already shivering from the intense cold.
"Dad, will you stay out here with me and Hobbes?"
"Fine..." Calvin's dad grumbled.
An hour or so later, Calvin had sucsessfully built himself an army of snowmen. Then, he had a spur of the moment idea. "Let's try to make GOOD snowgoons!" Calvin proposed to Hobbes after admiring his handiwork.
"WHAT??!?" Hobbes replied, shocked. "GOOD snowgoons? ARE YOU NUTS!?!?"
However, his words were lost to Calvin. "THE POWER INVESTED IN ME BY THE MIGHTY SNOW DEMONS, I COMMAND YOU, MY ARMY, TO LIVE AND WORK WITH ME!"
A wind stirried, and snow blew across Hobbes's face. He was pleading silently that the snowgoons wouldn't come to life- that they would just stay snowmen. However, he was very wrong. The entire army of snowmen (all thirty six) grunted. They saw Calvin and Hobbes, and started towards them.
Calvin stood for a moment, in shocked silence, before he suddenly snapped back into his senses. "RUN, HOBBES! RUN!"
"HOW COME THEY'RE EVIL?" Hobbes managed to say as the two of them ran away from the snowgoons, and also away from Calvin's dad, who was having a conversation with a scientist.
"DON'T ASK ME!" Calvin panted as the pair ran, still being chased by the snowgoons. "QUICK! INTO THAT CAVE!" Calvin indicated to a cave in the side of a large hill- almost tall enough to be a mountain.
They ran into the cave, and greatfully sat down. "Boy, am I hot!" Hobbes panted, brushing the sweat off of his brow. Even in the cold weather of Antarctica, he was sweating.
"Yeah, it was nice meeting you, Jim," Calvin's dad said, waving to the scientist he was talking to.
"I'll see you around!" the scientist waved back, walking back inside to the station.
"Now, where did Calvin get to?" Calvin's dad muttered. He saw Calvin's army of snowgoons, but they were stationary. Calvin was no where in site. "Calvin?" he called, a little worried.
No answer.
"Calvin?" he called again, this time a little louder.
Still no answer.
"CALVIN!" He was really worried now. "Oh great... he's gone off on his on!" He ran inside of the station, to alert his wife.
"Oh my-" she said, before fainting.
A short while later, a rescue squad snowmobile was sent out to look for the boy and his tiger. They turned on sirens, so if Calvin was concious, he would be able to hear them. Calvin's dad was driving one, following the rescue squad.
"It's getting dark," Calvin said, teeth chattering. They had run away from the snowgoons a little over two hours ago, and they were already chilled to the bone, despite the fact that they had layers of clothes on.
"Should we try to build a fire?" Hobbes said, shivering.
"Yeah, but there isn't any wood," Calvin replied.
"Hey! I can hear something!" Hobbes's ears perked up at the sound of a siren.
"Let's go find what it is!"
The two ran out of their cave haven, and rushed down the hill, where seven snowmobiles were parked. Calvin saw the six scientists, his dad among them. "DAD!" Calvin cried, rushing down to greet his father, who was looking quiet worried.
"CALVIN!" he said, hugging his son. After a few minutes of sentiment, he grew quiet stern. "WHY did you run away? Don't you know you can get KILLED in this weather!?!"
"It was the snowgoons, Dad! They chased us up this hill and we hid from them!" he pointed to the stationary army.
"I don't want any nonsense! Get on this snowmobile!" Calvin obliged, grabbing onto Hobbes's back, whilst the tiger held onto Calvin's dad's back.
Calvin gulped the whole ride back. He was definatly going to get into trouble, running away in Antarctica. He decided not to think of what would happen until after it was over.
In truth, Calvin had expected worse. He was grounded, forbidden to go outside, had his comic books taken away from him, and on top of all of that, he was given extra homework. He wasn't having a lot of fun, staying in the scientist station for a week, but eventually, the family had to fly to South America. It was nearing Christmas, so they would fly back to North America and stay at their house for Christmas and New Years, then fly to Aisa and then the vacation would be done, and boy, would Calvin be glad to get home near May, for summer break!
"Calvin," his mom said when they were flying away from Antarctica, "don't fidgit like that!"
"Sorry, Mom," he muttered, and sat down. Calvin was glad to be flying away from Antarctica, and into South America. They'd land in Brazil, and stay for a week and a half. So far, the entire trip had been going on for three months.
"Welcome to Brasilia, Brazil!" the captain's voice crackled over the radio when they landed. The family got out and gathered their luggage, and they were about to get a big surprise.
Visiting Australia was nice, Calvin thought. However, visiting Antarctica was like being in snow heaven! Mounds upon mounds upon mounds of snow piled up when the plane which Calvin's family had been in landed in Antarctica. Calvin had been wrapped in layers of clothing just so he could keep the circulation in his body going. His parent's had given him and Hobbes a big lecture about how dangerous it would be on Antarctica, because there wouldn't be any adults besides scientists on the entire contenint.
"Wow, look at all of the snow!" Calvin said, amazed at the white blur of objects surrounding the station where they landed. Calvin immidiatly grabbed Hobbes and was about to go make snowmen when his dad stopped him.
"DON'T go running off, Calvin," he said sternly, grabbing onto the back of Calvin's coat.
"Couldn't I make a snowman?" Calvin pleaded.
"Only if you have someone out here with you," Calvin's mom responded, already shivering from the intense cold.
"Dad, will you stay out here with me and Hobbes?"
"Fine..." Calvin's dad grumbled.
An hour or so later, Calvin had sucsessfully built himself an army of snowmen. Then, he had a spur of the moment idea. "Let's try to make GOOD snowgoons!" Calvin proposed to Hobbes after admiring his handiwork.
"WHAT??!?" Hobbes replied, shocked. "GOOD snowgoons? ARE YOU NUTS!?!?"
However, his words were lost to Calvin. "THE POWER INVESTED IN ME BY THE MIGHTY SNOW DEMONS, I COMMAND YOU, MY ARMY, TO LIVE AND WORK WITH ME!"
A wind stirried, and snow blew across Hobbes's face. He was pleading silently that the snowgoons wouldn't come to life- that they would just stay snowmen. However, he was very wrong. The entire army of snowmen (all thirty six) grunted. They saw Calvin and Hobbes, and started towards them.
Calvin stood for a moment, in shocked silence, before he suddenly snapped back into his senses. "RUN, HOBBES! RUN!"
"HOW COME THEY'RE EVIL?" Hobbes managed to say as the two of them ran away from the snowgoons, and also away from Calvin's dad, who was having a conversation with a scientist.
"DON'T ASK ME!" Calvin panted as the pair ran, still being chased by the snowgoons. "QUICK! INTO THAT CAVE!" Calvin indicated to a cave in the side of a large hill- almost tall enough to be a mountain.
They ran into the cave, and greatfully sat down. "Boy, am I hot!" Hobbes panted, brushing the sweat off of his brow. Even in the cold weather of Antarctica, he was sweating.
"Yeah, it was nice meeting you, Jim," Calvin's dad said, waving to the scientist he was talking to.
"I'll see you around!" the scientist waved back, walking back inside to the station.
"Now, where did Calvin get to?" Calvin's dad muttered. He saw Calvin's army of snowgoons, but they were stationary. Calvin was no where in site. "Calvin?" he called, a little worried.
No answer.
"Calvin?" he called again, this time a little louder.
Still no answer.
"CALVIN!" He was really worried now. "Oh great... he's gone off on his on!" He ran inside of the station, to alert his wife.
"Oh my-" she said, before fainting.
A short while later, a rescue squad snowmobile was sent out to look for the boy and his tiger. They turned on sirens, so if Calvin was concious, he would be able to hear them. Calvin's dad was driving one, following the rescue squad.
"It's getting dark," Calvin said, teeth chattering. They had run away from the snowgoons a little over two hours ago, and they were already chilled to the bone, despite the fact that they had layers of clothes on.
"Should we try to build a fire?" Hobbes said, shivering.
"Yeah, but there isn't any wood," Calvin replied.
"Hey! I can hear something!" Hobbes's ears perked up at the sound of a siren.
"Let's go find what it is!"
The two ran out of their cave haven, and rushed down the hill, where seven snowmobiles were parked. Calvin saw the six scientists, his dad among them. "DAD!" Calvin cried, rushing down to greet his father, who was looking quiet worried.
"CALVIN!" he said, hugging his son. After a few minutes of sentiment, he grew quiet stern. "WHY did you run away? Don't you know you can get KILLED in this weather!?!"
"It was the snowgoons, Dad! They chased us up this hill and we hid from them!" he pointed to the stationary army.
"I don't want any nonsense! Get on this snowmobile!" Calvin obliged, grabbing onto Hobbes's back, whilst the tiger held onto Calvin's dad's back.
Calvin gulped the whole ride back. He was definatly going to get into trouble, running away in Antarctica. He decided not to think of what would happen until after it was over.
In truth, Calvin had expected worse. He was grounded, forbidden to go outside, had his comic books taken away from him, and on top of all of that, he was given extra homework. He wasn't having a lot of fun, staying in the scientist station for a week, but eventually, the family had to fly to South America. It was nearing Christmas, so they would fly back to North America and stay at their house for Christmas and New Years, then fly to Aisa and then the vacation would be done, and boy, would Calvin be glad to get home near May, for summer break!
"Calvin," his mom said when they were flying away from Antarctica, "don't fidgit like that!"
"Sorry, Mom," he muttered, and sat down. Calvin was glad to be flying away from Antarctica, and into South America. They'd land in Brazil, and stay for a week and a half. So far, the entire trip had been going on for three months.
"Welcome to Brasilia, Brazil!" the captain's voice crackled over the radio when they landed. The family got out and gathered their luggage, and they were about to get a big surprise.