Calvin and Hobbes: Mission Sugar Rush
(Disclaimer: I do not own Calvin and Hobbes, or the Chips Ahoy( and Oreo(
cookie companies)
Chapter 3: The Punishments
Calvin sat on his bed with a scowl on his face. "This is terrible! Grounded for a week, just because we locked our evil babysitter in the closet." "Yeah, and we didn't even get to keep the movies and video player we ordered!" Hobbes complained as he tried to draw on Calvin's comic books without him seeing. "This is tyranny! We should sue! As a matter of fact, I'm going to go downstairs right now," said Calvin, hopping off of the bed, "and- UGGGHHHHH!" Calvin clutched his stomach. He quickly jumped back onto it. "Forgot about your stomach, huh?" said Hobbes. "Never again will I eat an entire package of Chips Ahoy( and Oreo( cookies," he moaned. "I feel like my stomach is going to explode!" He glanced at a container of chalky pink stomach medicine beside his bed. "O-R-E-O, ohh ohh," sang Hobbes. "That's right, rub it in, Hobbes. Just because you were too busy playing with Rosalyn's cell phone to eat anything." He growled. "That thing is so cool," he said. "It had twenty different rings to choose from! And I got in to her personal phone book and wrote down all of the numbers. Here." Hobbes handed him a piece of paper. "Awesome! Hurrah for Secret Agent Hobbes!" said Calvin. "Now, if only I could get to a phone..." Their conversation was cut short as the door opened. It was his Mom carrying a TV tray and a bowl of soup. "How's your stomach, Calvin?" she asked sympathetically, even though he was in deep trouble. She set the tray up and put the bowl on it. "It feels terrible. Like I'm going to barf up my guts." "Don't worry, dear, I have just the thing," she said. "I'm being taken off of punishment and you're buying me a game system?" Calvin's eyes grew wide with hope. "Don't push it, kid," she said. "I brought you some soup and it's time for your medicine." "Oh NO!" he groaned. "Not that! Please! It tastes like sour milk, dinner mints, and bubblegum flavoring all ground up into one horrible concoction, guaranteed to ease stomachaches by forcing them to gag themselves to death! Please, mother! I beg of you! Do not"- GULP! Calvin's mother dumped a capful of it into his mouth. "Gagggggg..." said Calvin. On the floor, Hobbes stifled a snicker. "I don't know who in our family gave you this morbid attitude." She said. "I also have something to tell you." "I only have six months to live?" he said. "Knock it off. Calvin, to ensure this doesn't happen again, your Dad and I have decided to put all the cookies into the cookie jar." "So? We put most of the cookies into the cookie jar anyway." "I'm not finished. The cookie jar, however, will be placed on a high shelf above the refrigerator, so only an adult on the stepstool can get it. Meaning you have to ask before you have any cookies." "WHAT?" Calvin's eyes looked like they were about to pop. "You can't be serious! That is tyrannical! You can't do that!" "Believe me, I can. Now eat your soup." "I'm not through! You can't do this to me! You can't! It's practically child abuse!" "Do you want to be grounded for two weeks?" his Mom asked. He sighed. "Before you go, could you get Hobbes for me?" he asked. "Sure." His Mother picked Hobbes up and presented him to Calvin. "Calvin, why did you draw mustaches on all the characters in this comic book?" she asked. Calvin groaned as he was handed Hobbes. "Now get some rest, OK?" she turned off the light and closed the door. He yawned, growing sleepy from the medicine. He stared around his room; at the afternoon sun peering through the window as it was setting. The covers felt warm and comfortable. He yawned once more and slept until morning.
Chapter 3: The Punishments
Calvin sat on his bed with a scowl on his face. "This is terrible! Grounded for a week, just because we locked our evil babysitter in the closet." "Yeah, and we didn't even get to keep the movies and video player we ordered!" Hobbes complained as he tried to draw on Calvin's comic books without him seeing. "This is tyranny! We should sue! As a matter of fact, I'm going to go downstairs right now," said Calvin, hopping off of the bed, "and- UGGGHHHHH!" Calvin clutched his stomach. He quickly jumped back onto it. "Forgot about your stomach, huh?" said Hobbes. "Never again will I eat an entire package of Chips Ahoy( and Oreo( cookies," he moaned. "I feel like my stomach is going to explode!" He glanced at a container of chalky pink stomach medicine beside his bed. "O-R-E-O, ohh ohh," sang Hobbes. "That's right, rub it in, Hobbes. Just because you were too busy playing with Rosalyn's cell phone to eat anything." He growled. "That thing is so cool," he said. "It had twenty different rings to choose from! And I got in to her personal phone book and wrote down all of the numbers. Here." Hobbes handed him a piece of paper. "Awesome! Hurrah for Secret Agent Hobbes!" said Calvin. "Now, if only I could get to a phone..." Their conversation was cut short as the door opened. It was his Mom carrying a TV tray and a bowl of soup. "How's your stomach, Calvin?" she asked sympathetically, even though he was in deep trouble. She set the tray up and put the bowl on it. "It feels terrible. Like I'm going to barf up my guts." "Don't worry, dear, I have just the thing," she said. "I'm being taken off of punishment and you're buying me a game system?" Calvin's eyes grew wide with hope. "Don't push it, kid," she said. "I brought you some soup and it's time for your medicine." "Oh NO!" he groaned. "Not that! Please! It tastes like sour milk, dinner mints, and bubblegum flavoring all ground up into one horrible concoction, guaranteed to ease stomachaches by forcing them to gag themselves to death! Please, mother! I beg of you! Do not"- GULP! Calvin's mother dumped a capful of it into his mouth. "Gagggggg..." said Calvin. On the floor, Hobbes stifled a snicker. "I don't know who in our family gave you this morbid attitude." She said. "I also have something to tell you." "I only have six months to live?" he said. "Knock it off. Calvin, to ensure this doesn't happen again, your Dad and I have decided to put all the cookies into the cookie jar." "So? We put most of the cookies into the cookie jar anyway." "I'm not finished. The cookie jar, however, will be placed on a high shelf above the refrigerator, so only an adult on the stepstool can get it. Meaning you have to ask before you have any cookies." "WHAT?" Calvin's eyes looked like they were about to pop. "You can't be serious! That is tyrannical! You can't do that!" "Believe me, I can. Now eat your soup." "I'm not through! You can't do this to me! You can't! It's practically child abuse!" "Do you want to be grounded for two weeks?" his Mom asked. He sighed. "Before you go, could you get Hobbes for me?" he asked. "Sure." His Mother picked Hobbes up and presented him to Calvin. "Calvin, why did you draw mustaches on all the characters in this comic book?" she asked. Calvin groaned as he was handed Hobbes. "Now get some rest, OK?" she turned off the light and closed the door. He yawned, growing sleepy from the medicine. He stared around his room; at the afternoon sun peering through the window as it was setting. The covers felt warm and comfortable. He yawned once more and slept until morning.