Disclaimer: I don't own Calvin and Hobbes.
Chapter Two
"Okay Calvin, I'll do it." Susie hesitantly said to Calvin, who was standing on her front door step. Calvin started to do a victory dance, but sheepishly stopped when he saw Susie go bug-eyed. Three leaves floated between the two. The hum of a leaf blower filled the air along with the smells of delicious food coming from each of the houses. It had been five days since Calvin had his brilliant idea, the reason being because Susie had been sick all weekend and the beginning of Thanksgiving week.
"Thank you!" Calvin was so happy about this that he stooped down to the lowest low; to say thanks to a girl.
"We'll start Saturday after Thanksgiving." Susie closed the door with a bang, leaving Calvin in shock about studying on a Saturday.
"Who was that dear?" Mrs. Derkins called from the kitchen.
"It was just Calvin, Mom." Susie called back.
"I do hope your father comes back soon with Nana and Granddad. Was he trying to throw a water balloon at you?" Susie's Mom asked as Susie walked into the kitchen. A pleasant aroma of a pie drifted from the oven as Mrs. Derkins prepared the mashed potatoes.
"No, he wanted me to tutor him for school." Susie reached into the fruit bowl, groping for an apple. Her Mom caught her hand.
"You can't have an apple. We'll be eating in a few hours." Mrs. Derkins scolded with a twinkle in her eye. "It seems like only yesterday he was throwing rotten apples at you. I guess he's taking his studying seriously now."
Susie eyed her Mom. "It was yesterday." She said indignantly. They both laughed.
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"Mom? When will we be eating? I'm starved!" Calvin complained as he came into the kitchen with Hobbes slung over his shoulder.
"Soon." His Mom was bent over a dish where she was making some mashed potatoes. "So where were you this morning?"
Calvin shrugged and began setting the table in order to avoid the question. He felt the glare of his mother on him but still didn't turn. Only when his Mom cleared her throat and gave Calvin the death glare would Calvin turn and explain. He sighed and told his Mom his predicament and his solution for it. His Mom sighed. "Calvin, how many times have I told you to actually spend some time on your homework and to pay attention in class." Calvin, who had heard this lecture several times, began moving into an alternate ego.
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Spaceman Spiff has been captured by the evil alien species of Zomergs. They have taken him to their interrogation room in order to gain the secret formula from our hero.
"So here is the famous Spaceman Spiff." The leader of these aliens spoke from a doorway with some torture device that looked like a spoon. "Now we shall extract from you the secret formula. Guards, take him to------"
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"Calvin, are you paying attention?" Calvin nodded. His Mom started to continue but there was a loud beep from the kitchen. "Ahh!! The turkey!" She stopped and ran to the kitchen. Calvin took the opportunity to slip away.
Chapter Two
"Okay Calvin, I'll do it." Susie hesitantly said to Calvin, who was standing on her front door step. Calvin started to do a victory dance, but sheepishly stopped when he saw Susie go bug-eyed. Three leaves floated between the two. The hum of a leaf blower filled the air along with the smells of delicious food coming from each of the houses. It had been five days since Calvin had his brilliant idea, the reason being because Susie had been sick all weekend and the beginning of Thanksgiving week.
"Thank you!" Calvin was so happy about this that he stooped down to the lowest low; to say thanks to a girl.
"We'll start Saturday after Thanksgiving." Susie closed the door with a bang, leaving Calvin in shock about studying on a Saturday.
"Who was that dear?" Mrs. Derkins called from the kitchen.
"It was just Calvin, Mom." Susie called back.
"I do hope your father comes back soon with Nana and Granddad. Was he trying to throw a water balloon at you?" Susie's Mom asked as Susie walked into the kitchen. A pleasant aroma of a pie drifted from the oven as Mrs. Derkins prepared the mashed potatoes.
"No, he wanted me to tutor him for school." Susie reached into the fruit bowl, groping for an apple. Her Mom caught her hand.
"You can't have an apple. We'll be eating in a few hours." Mrs. Derkins scolded with a twinkle in her eye. "It seems like only yesterday he was throwing rotten apples at you. I guess he's taking his studying seriously now."
Susie eyed her Mom. "It was yesterday." She said indignantly. They both laughed.
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"Mom? When will we be eating? I'm starved!" Calvin complained as he came into the kitchen with Hobbes slung over his shoulder.
"Soon." His Mom was bent over a dish where she was making some mashed potatoes. "So where were you this morning?"
Calvin shrugged and began setting the table in order to avoid the question. He felt the glare of his mother on him but still didn't turn. Only when his Mom cleared her throat and gave Calvin the death glare would Calvin turn and explain. He sighed and told his Mom his predicament and his solution for it. His Mom sighed. "Calvin, how many times have I told you to actually spend some time on your homework and to pay attention in class." Calvin, who had heard this lecture several times, began moving into an alternate ego.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Spaceman Spiff has been captured by the evil alien species of Zomergs. They have taken him to their interrogation room in order to gain the secret formula from our hero.
"So here is the famous Spaceman Spiff." The leader of these aliens spoke from a doorway with some torture device that looked like a spoon. "Now we shall extract from you the secret formula. Guards, take him to------"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Calvin, are you paying attention?" Calvin nodded. His Mom started to continue but there was a loud beep from the kitchen. "Ahh!! The turkey!" She stopped and ran to the kitchen. Calvin took the opportunity to slip away.