Calvin, babysat guerilla commando!
I'm back, after a disasterous first fic. Hopefully this will be better. I apologize to the person who's fic it was similar to, I did not mean to even fall in the gray area, I didn't know your fic existed. And now, on with the fic! (I know there are a lot of Rosalyn stories, but everyone likes them.) Oh, and I don't own anything. Period.
Ch. 1. Barracuda meets G.R.O.S.S
Calvin grinned, life was good. He had the new Commander Plastic Explosive issue,and Hobbes was around to eat his veggie glop,which Calvin strongly suspected was really boiled mole guano. Suddenly, his mom stuck her head in the room.
"Calvin, your father and I are going to a fancy resteraunt, and you have a baby-sitter. Rosalyn just pulled in. Be good,for once."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Calvin's entire life passed before his eyes. Rosalyn was an evil, talking barracuda in a high school senior suit! He'd never survive the night! Unless.............."HOBBES! CODE BABY-SITTER! EMERGENCY G.R.O.S.S MEETING!"
Beneath an all-purpose cardboard box in Calvin's room.....
"This meeting of the Get Rid Of Slimy girlS club will come to order, Dictator-for-life Calvin presiding!"
"First Tiger Hobbes recording meeting minutes!"
"The purpose of this meeting is to create a plan to defeat Rosalyn, whose offenses include: Babysitting, aiding and abetting the enemy-
"A question from the floor."
"The chair reciognises First Tiger Hobbes."
"Exactly when did Rosalyn "aid and abet the enemy?""
"She's a GIRL, for crying out loud! Of course she has!!"
"Ah."
"I have taken the liberty of drawing a map-
"I thought I was the club cartographer?!?"
"As Dictator-for-life, I can take any privelige I darn well like!"
"This completely undermines our club charter!"
"According to which, you should have been kicked out or used as water balloon practice long ago!"
"For what?!?!"
"Being willingly captured by the enemy!"
"I was a spy, and you know it! I read Susie's diary!"
"And you gave her your water balloon!"
"I've said it before, and I'll say it again! I'm easily wiled by a woman in a swimsuit."
""TRAITORUS FLEABAG! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
The cardboard "box of secrecy" began to shake as the 53 1/2 meeting of G.R.O.S.S degenerated into snarls, yelps, and cries of "No biting!" The spirit of G.R.O.S.S-ness was definately in the air.
So, what do you think? Too short? Too long? Review and tell me. This is'nt one-shot. Poor Rosalyn...........Please don't ask me which one is the 1/2 meeting.
