Calvin made it a race to make sure he got onto the bus first.
"I'm not going to sit next to her!" Calvin thought, as he sat down in a seat, and spread his feet across it. Making sure NOBODY would sit next to him.
Susie walked passed him without even looking at him.
Calvin muttered, then laid his head onto the seat, using his backpack as a pillow.
"Move over Twinky!" said a familiar voice.
Calvin's eyes popped open.
Moe was standing there, glaring at Calvin,
"I said MOVE!"
Calvin leaped up into the air.
"On second thought..." Calvin said. "maybe Susie won't be THAT bad!"
he rushed over to the seat where Susie was sitting.
Later that day, after the bell rang, Calvin went to the cafeteria.
"Boy am I starved!" he thought he rushed into the cafeteria.
Only then did he remember that it was...
"NOODLE WEEK!" Calvin screamed at the lunch lady. "I HATE NOODLES! WHAT KIND OF STUPID GIMMICK IS THAT! NOODLE WEEK! INDEED!"
The lunch lady, who didn't like being insulted, put an extra pile of noodles onto Calvin's plate.
Calvin grumbled, and sat down at a table.
There he got to work at staring at the noodles.
A noodle sandwich, a piece of noodle flavored Jell-o with a noodle in the middle, a can of noodle flavored Pepsi, and two big piles of noodles on his plate.
Calvin made a disgusted look.
Then he got an idea.
His eyes fell onto his backpack.
If he slowly, and carefully... ZIIIIIIIP. Calvin opened his pack, made sure no one was looking, and poured all the noodles into the backpack.
They hit his school textbooks, and pencils and erasers, but Calvin didn't care.
He poured all the noodles in, made sure noone had seen, then walked out of the Cafeteria, his pack around his shoulders. He did this for the next week.
Skipping lunch so he could pour the noodles into his pack.
Then on the final day of noodle week, Calvin lied in bed.
He didn't want to get up. Even though his mom was calling at him from downstairs.
Finally he crawled out of bed.
He shuffled over to his backpack that he had in the corner.
Calvin took hold of the zipper, and pulled and... YUCK!
A terrible stench came rushing out.
The noodles were rotting!
Some had shriveled up, and others had turned green from mold.
Calvin's eyes bulged. He looked around, then quickly zipped the pack up.
Hobbes' head shot up. "What was that!" he yelled.
Calvin turned around, nervously. "What was what?" he asked.
Hobbes sniffed the air. "I smell rotting noodles." he said.
Sweat poured off Calvin's face, and he pushed the backpack into a corner with his foot.
"Ha, ha, you must be dreaming Hobbes. I don't smell any noodling rottles!"
Hobbes studied Calvin.
"Hey Calvin, why are you so twitchy all of a sudden?" he asked.
"Twitchy? Who's Twitchy? I uh, gotta go, Calvin I'm going to be late for the b-bus!"
Hobbes stared at Calvin.
"Since when are YOU worried about being late to school? And my name's Hobbes."
"Yes, and it's a pleasure to make acquaintance, Hobbes, now if you don't mind... BYE!"
Calvin zoomed put the door. Leaving Hobbes totally stumped.
