Swing123: ok! I fixed it. Here's a much better ending

Calvin walked into the principal's office, like a detective would walking out of a building.

He had very serious expression on his face, and he was swinging his arms back and forth as if he jogging.

"Hey, Mr SPITtle, how's your saliva problem?" Calvin chuckled at his bad joke, and plunged himself into the chair.

Mr Spittle stared at him.

"What do ya want, Calvin?" he asked.

"It's very simple actually." Calvin said, crossing his legs. "I'm here to comply for the job."

"Ok." Mr Spittle handed Calvin a bunch of cleaning tools.

"Have fun."

Calvin stared at the cleaning tools. "What's this?" he demanded.

"Cleaning tools." said Mr Spittle. "Have fun cleaning the lockers."

"THE LOCKERS!" Calvin screamed. "YOU WANT ME TO CLEAN THE LOCKERS!"

"Yup." said Mr Spittle. "Have fun."

"But I came for the job as Hall Monitor." Calvin whined.

"No." said Mr. Spittle simply.

"Well, then." Calvin said crossing his arms. "I'll have to come back here, every five minutes to complain."

Mr Spittle's eyes popped open.

"Here ya go!" Mr Spittle threw a blue uniform at Calvin. "You start tomorrow."

"Thank you." grinned Calvin, and he raced out of the room.

That day, Calvin couldn't stop thinking of his new job.

When he got home, he showed Hobbes the uniform.

"And I start tomorrow! Pretty impressive huh?" Calvin bragged.

Hobbes rolled his eyes.

"You cheated when you said you'd bug 'em all day." he said.

"Maybe so, but I still got the job! So there!" Calvin spat.

There was a moment of silence.

"Ok." said Hobbes, and with that, he walked away.

The next day, he slipped his uniform on, and walked down halls.

For a while, nothing happened.

Calvin rolled his eyes around and whistled to himself.

GAD! This was boring!

Calvin paced up and down the halls.

"How do those Hall Monitors do it?" wondered Calvin.

Ho–hum.

Five minutes went by, and Calvin thought he'd go nuts.

WHERE WAS EVERYBODY!

Calvin snuck down the hall to his classroom.

He peeked into the room.

Miss Wormwood was yakking about addition.

"At least I'm not going through THAT!" thought Calvin.

He walked back down the hall.

He sighed.

But then, AH-HA! Susie came down the hallway.

"HALL PASS, LADY!" Calvin commanded. Susie stared at him, and gave him her hall pass.

Calvin studied it. "Hmmm." he said. Then he announced, "THIS IS A FAKE!"

Susie stared at him.

"Calvin!" she exclaimed. "Miss Wormwood signed it! It's not fake!"

"Ah, but it is, Miss Dirkins!" Calvin said. "Observe."

Calvin put the pass in Susie's face. "This hall pass, my dear lady, DOES NOT HAVE YOUR HAIR COLOR ON IT!"

Susie's mouth dropped open. "Calvin! You don't need your hair color on it!"

"Plus," Calvin continued. "This Hall Pass doesn't have the amount of socks in your closet!"

Susie stared at him.

"Or the number of shoes you're wearing! I'm sorry, Miss Dirkins, but you also forgot to put your blood type on it! I'm afraid I'm going to have to report you!"

Calvin grabbed Susie's arm, and led her away.

"CALVIN, YOU MEATHEAD! LET GO! MISS WORMWOOD! HELP!"

Calvin shoved Susie into the Mr. Spittle's office. "I've caught one, sir! She had a hall pass without the amount of salvia on her tongue written down!"

Mr Spittle stared at Calvin. "Go away." he said.

Calvin grumbled, and let Susie go.

Calvin returned to his post.

After a while, Moe came lumbering down the hallway.

"HALL PASS, KID!" Calvin yelled.

Moe stared at Calvin.

"Since when are YOU Hall Monitor, Twinky?" he asked.

"Since always! Gimme your hall pass!"

Moe shoved a piece of paper into Calvin's face.

Calvin read over it.

"Clever as you are, you forgot to put in the number of hairs on your head! Or the number of fingernails you have! Or the number internal organs you have! But most of all... YOU FORGOT TO PUT YOUR SHOE SIZE ON IT! I'm afraid I'll have to report you!"

Moe stared at Calvin, then... POW!

When Calvin regained consciousness, he discovered that Moe was gone.

And Mr Spittle was standing over him.

"Calvin," he said. "Miss Wormwood had objected to you as Hall Monitor. I'm afraid you'll have to give me the suit back. Plus, you were sleeping on the job."

Calvin stared at him.

"I WASN'T SLEEPING!" he screamed. "I WAS JUST POUNDED BY TEN TON GORILLA AND... what did you say about Miss Wormwood?"

"Miss Wormwood wants you back in the class, Calvin. You need to sharpen up on your math skills. Now give me the suit."

"NO!" Calvin yelled. "I wanna be a Hallway guy!"

Mr Spittle gave Calvin the evil eye.

Calvin grumbled, and walked off.

He returned minutes later with the suit in his hands.

He threw the suit at Mr Spittle's feet, and walked off.

"Oh and by the way," Calvin said turning back to Spittle. "Your saliva problem's gettin' worse!"

and with that, he slammed the door to his classroom

"I hate him." said Mr Spittle.

Later, when Calvin got home: "hello, Calvin." said mom. "I hear you've been chosen for Hall Monitor?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Calvin screamed. "what's a Hall Monitor?"

And with that, he slammed the door to his room.

Leaving mom totally stumped.

"What are you so grumpy about?" asked Hobbes.

"Shut up, fuzz ball!" Calvin yelled. "Move over!"

Hobbes scooted off the bed, and Calvin got in.

"You can't go to bed!" said Hobbes. "It's four o'clock!"

"Yeah, well it's midnight in China! Goodnight!"

Calvin turned out the lights.

Hobbes rolled his eyes.

He knew that it wasn't midnight in China, but he didn't want to argue with Calvin when he was in this mood. So, he just left the room.

The next day, Calvin was feeling a little better about state of the world.

He ate breakfast, and tried to get out of school, but failed, and before he knew it, he was sitting in the school bus.

"Hello, class." said Miss Wormwood, later that day. "Before we begin today, lets have a few words from our school president."

Calvin's eyes widened with glee.

"Really?" he asked.

"No." said Wormwood. "Not you."

It was then that Calvin's eyes fell on Susie.

She was grinning at Calvin, and wore one those presidential hats. You know the red ones with the stars on them.

"Hello, everyone." she said.

Calvin started banging his head against his desk, until Miss Wormwood stopped him.

"This is going to be a long presidential term." Calvin muttered.

The End

Swing123: Hmmm. Ok. This is the chapter I pulled out of the gutter. I think it's better than the last one... It just doesn't seem right to me... oh well. Tell me what you think. But please no flames.