A/N: I know it's been a REALLY long time since I updated, but, oh well! You can all punish me later since I've been adding NEW stories to get caught up in. Anyway, I re-read Chapter Seven and I forgot what the 'big surprise' was! Let's just say they didn't see it at the airport, but later, OK? I don't own Calvin and Hobbes. (Special thanks to Systran.aol.net for the translation help!)
"Brazil is wonderful!" Calvin's mom exclaimed when they stepped out into the sunlight of Brazil.
"I still don't see why we have to spend Thanksgiving here," Calvin grumbled. He had hoped to spend Thanksgiving in his hometown, where it might be snowing.
"Well, here, we can see some babes!" Hobbes grinned.
"WHAT? You're a member of G.R.O.S.S.! Get a hold of yourself!" Calvin cried.
"What's gross?" Calvin's dad asked.
"Oh, nothing. It's just my club, Get Rid Of Slimy girlS," Calvin explained.
"That's not gross. That's mean," Calvin's mom said.
"No it isn't!" Calvin protested.
"Gang! Let's not start arguing over stupid things! We're here to have fun!" Calvin's dad said, breaking the two up.
"Oh, whatever..." Calvin muttered.
When they got to their hotel, Calvin asked his dad if he could have a hotel room to himself again. "NO," Calvin's dad said firmly, and paid for one room.
"I don't see why I can't have my own room," Calvin complained as they went up the elvator to their hotel room.
"You proved to us that you can't handle yourself in that kind of a situation," Calvin's mom said.
"Yeah right. All I did was-"
"Order a Super-Delux size pizza, a jumbo tub of ice cream, and two litires of pop," Calvin's dad interrupted.
"Well, only because they had that sort of stuff," Calvin shrugged.
"Well, we're NOT going to try that again!" Calvin's mom said firmly, ending the discussion.
When they got to their room, Calvin immidiatly turned the television on. "Darn it! Only the Spanish Channels!"
"What's so bad about that? Let's go to the 'Bikini Channel!'" Hobbes grinned.
"Oh shut up," Calvin said, and turned off the T.V.
"Calvin," his mom said, "turn the T.V. back on! I want to see the weather!"
"Mom, does this hotel have a swimming pool?" Calvin asked as he turned the T.V. back on.
"Yes. Would you like to go swimming?"
"Yes!" Calvin said, and rushed into the bathroom to change into his swimming suit.
"Now remember, Calvin," Calvin's dad said on their way down to the pool, "NO horsing around! Understand?"
"Yes," Cavlin mutterd.
The elevator continued to move downwards, with Calvin and his dad the only people on it. Suddenly, with a lurch, the elevator stopped. "Uh-oh," Calvin's dad said, his face growing pale.
"What?" Calvin asked.
"The elvator stopped," Calvin's dad responded.
"Well, that means that somebody must be wanting to get on!" Calvin said hopefully.
"I doubt it," his dad said.
"So we're stuck?" Calvin asked.
"Yeah. Hopefully not for very long."
Calvin's dad didn't realize how wrong he was. When they had been stuck in the elvator for an hour, a voice crackled from the speaker in the elevator. "Atenntion, convidados! É você alright?" it asked in Portuguese.
"Um... we speak English!" Calvin's dad replied tentatively.
"Inglês? Agora eu tenho que ir começo um tradutor... Eu odeio o trabalho às vezes..." the voice said, and left them with static.
"I wish Hobbes were here," Calvin muttered. "He'd know how to escape."
Just then, another voice came on over the radio. "My companion is very sorry he left you!" it said.
"Aquele não é o que eu disse!" the voice that had been there earlier hissed.
"Assim que!" the other voice said. "Now, we are going to help you, but it will require somebody very small!"
"I'm small, I guess," Calvin said into the radio.
"Calvin! You're too young! I'll have to do it!" Calvin's dad pushed Calvin aside. "I'm not small, but I might be able to climb out of the elevator shaft!"
"No," the voice repolied. "If you're an adult, the rope might break with your weight dierectly on it. We'll need your son to go."
"Are you sure you want to do this, Calvin?" Calvin's dad asked.
"Well, we need you to climb out of the elevator. Our computer shows that you are only fifteen feet below the next elevator door. Can you climb up there?" the voice asked.
"Sure," Calvin shurgged at both questions.
"OK. We need you to open the tiny hatch above you! Then, climb up the elevator ropes until you reach the next floor!"
Calvin's dad got on his knees and Calvin climbed onto his shoulders. Then, he raised Calvin up to the door. "Be VERY careful," his dad said, as Calvin climbed out of the door and into the darkness of the elevator shaft.
"Boy, it's dark in here," Calvin commented to himself. He looked around and saw how dark the elevator shaft was. The only light was coming from an open door fifteen feet above his head. "Well, here goes nothing," he said, and grabbed onto the elevator rope. He walked across the roof of the elevator, and held onto the rope with all of his might. Then, very slowly, he started to climb. Inching his way up, within ten minutes, he had only climbed three feet. "This'll take forever if I go this slow!" he complained, and quickend up the pace. He was going dangerously fast now, going at about three inches per second. "Ha! I'm going really fast!" Then, he slipped. He wasn't hanging onto the wall anymore. He was dangling ten feet in the air by an elevator rope.
"Brazil is wonderful!" Calvin's mom exclaimed when they stepped out into the sunlight of Brazil.
"I still don't see why we have to spend Thanksgiving here," Calvin grumbled. He had hoped to spend Thanksgiving in his hometown, where it might be snowing.
"Well, here, we can see some babes!" Hobbes grinned.
"WHAT? You're a member of G.R.O.S.S.! Get a hold of yourself!" Calvin cried.
"What's gross?" Calvin's dad asked.
"Oh, nothing. It's just my club, Get Rid Of Slimy girlS," Calvin explained.
"That's not gross. That's mean," Calvin's mom said.
"No it isn't!" Calvin protested.
"Gang! Let's not start arguing over stupid things! We're here to have fun!" Calvin's dad said, breaking the two up.
"Oh, whatever..." Calvin muttered.
When they got to their hotel, Calvin asked his dad if he could have a hotel room to himself again. "NO," Calvin's dad said firmly, and paid for one room.
"I don't see why I can't have my own room," Calvin complained as they went up the elvator to their hotel room.
"You proved to us that you can't handle yourself in that kind of a situation," Calvin's mom said.
"Yeah right. All I did was-"
"Order a Super-Delux size pizza, a jumbo tub of ice cream, and two litires of pop," Calvin's dad interrupted.
"Well, only because they had that sort of stuff," Calvin shrugged.
"Well, we're NOT going to try that again!" Calvin's mom said firmly, ending the discussion.
When they got to their room, Calvin immidiatly turned the television on. "Darn it! Only the Spanish Channels!"
"What's so bad about that? Let's go to the 'Bikini Channel!'" Hobbes grinned.
"Oh shut up," Calvin said, and turned off the T.V.
"Calvin," his mom said, "turn the T.V. back on! I want to see the weather!"
"Mom, does this hotel have a swimming pool?" Calvin asked as he turned the T.V. back on.
"Yes. Would you like to go swimming?"
"Yes!" Calvin said, and rushed into the bathroom to change into his swimming suit.
"Now remember, Calvin," Calvin's dad said on their way down to the pool, "NO horsing around! Understand?"
"Yes," Cavlin mutterd.
The elevator continued to move downwards, with Calvin and his dad the only people on it. Suddenly, with a lurch, the elevator stopped. "Uh-oh," Calvin's dad said, his face growing pale.
"What?" Calvin asked.
"The elvator stopped," Calvin's dad responded.
"Well, that means that somebody must be wanting to get on!" Calvin said hopefully.
"I doubt it," his dad said.
"So we're stuck?" Calvin asked.
"Yeah. Hopefully not for very long."
Calvin's dad didn't realize how wrong he was. When they had been stuck in the elvator for an hour, a voice crackled from the speaker in the elevator. "Atenntion, convidados! É você alright?" it asked in Portuguese.
"Um... we speak English!" Calvin's dad replied tentatively.
"Inglês? Agora eu tenho que ir começo um tradutor... Eu odeio o trabalho às vezes..." the voice said, and left them with static.
"I wish Hobbes were here," Calvin muttered. "He'd know how to escape."
Just then, another voice came on over the radio. "My companion is very sorry he left you!" it said.
"Aquele não é o que eu disse!" the voice that had been there earlier hissed.
"Assim que!" the other voice said. "Now, we are going to help you, but it will require somebody very small!"
"I'm small, I guess," Calvin said into the radio.
"Calvin! You're too young! I'll have to do it!" Calvin's dad pushed Calvin aside. "I'm not small, but I might be able to climb out of the elevator shaft!"
"No," the voice repolied. "If you're an adult, the rope might break with your weight dierectly on it. We'll need your son to go."
"Are you sure you want to do this, Calvin?" Calvin's dad asked.
"Well, we need you to climb out of the elevator. Our computer shows that you are only fifteen feet below the next elevator door. Can you climb up there?" the voice asked.
"Sure," Calvin shurgged at both questions.
"OK. We need you to open the tiny hatch above you! Then, climb up the elevator ropes until you reach the next floor!"
Calvin's dad got on his knees and Calvin climbed onto his shoulders. Then, he raised Calvin up to the door. "Be VERY careful," his dad said, as Calvin climbed out of the door and into the darkness of the elevator shaft.
"Boy, it's dark in here," Calvin commented to himself. He looked around and saw how dark the elevator shaft was. The only light was coming from an open door fifteen feet above his head. "Well, here goes nothing," he said, and grabbed onto the elevator rope. He walked across the roof of the elevator, and held onto the rope with all of his might. Then, very slowly, he started to climb. Inching his way up, within ten minutes, he had only climbed three feet. "This'll take forever if I go this slow!" he complained, and quickend up the pace. He was going dangerously fast now, going at about three inches per second. "Ha! I'm going really fast!" Then, he slipped. He wasn't hanging onto the wall anymore. He was dangling ten feet in the air by an elevator rope.