I'm sorry I haven't updated my other CandH fics in a while, I'll update as soon as possible

Susie smiled at Calvin.

"Hi, Calvin." she said.

Calvin stared at her. "What are YOU doing here??!" he asked finally.

"I decided I wanted to try out summer camp." Susie replied. "I want to learn how to life off the land."

There was a moment of silence.

Calvin shrugged and reached for his duffle bag.

It wasn't there!

Calvin's head shot around in every direction.

Then his eyes fell on the bag scrambling toward the bus door.

Everyone was staring at the duffle bag. Including Susie and Moe.

Calvin leaped into the air. "OH NO YOU DON'T!" He yelled, then he landed on top of the bag.

The other people lost interest. They thought that Calvin had a remote control car in there and was trying to fool them.

Calvin struggled with the bag for a long moment.

Then, he was able to shove it under his seat.

Calvin then sat down and waited.

They drove for what seemed like years, even it was only a few minutes.

When they finally came to the sign marked camp pine, it seemed like they had they had just traveled to a new state.

Calvin looked out the window.

The landscape was unfamiliar.

The trees seemed cruel and unforgiving. The bushes looked like crouching monsters. Everything looked dark.

Calvin gulped.

Down below, Hobbes struggled through the duffle bag.

Finally, he used his claws to unzip the bag.

He stuck his head out, and gasped for air.

Then he shook himself, and glared at Calvin's legs which hung limp on the seat.

Hobbes flexed his claws and slashed right through Calvin's leg.

"YOW!" Calvin leaped into the air.

Hobbes snickered. Calvin hit the ground with a dull THUMP onto the ground. He lifted his head, and glared at Hobbes. Who grinned lazily up at Calvin. "Hi" he said. "How y'all today?"

Calvin glared daggers and ice picks at him, before getting back up, and sitting down.

"Welcome to Camp Pine!" yelled a large man.

He had big cold eyes, dog tags, long wild brown hair that started at his head, and then traveled down behind his ears into a small beard.

He smiled, showing unusual sharp teeth, a large white shirt with CAMP PINE on it, and large clutched knuckles.

But his most distinctive feature was that he was HUGE! He was about as big as a silver back gorilla.

Everyone started at him.

"We're going to have a lot of fun this year!" he said, crossing his arms.

Calvin thought that it sounded like a threat.

"Now," the man said. "My name is John Chill, but your just going to call me instructor Chill."

ah-ha! Calvin heard another maybe-a-threat.

"While you're here, you will sleep in the boys cabin, or the girls cabin." Chill continued. "You will also learn hoe to work canoes, like your Indian ancestors."

ho-hum. Calvin doubted he even HAD Indian ancestors.

"And," Chill went on. "You compete in races, and contests. There will be NO violence here at Camp Pine whoever is caught bullying another, will face the punishment!"

Moe's mouth dropped open, and Calvin felt somewhat better. But then again, Moe always found a loophole.

"Luch is at noon sharp!" resumed Chill, "breakfast is at seven, and dinner is at five! Now, go and unpack in your cabins. You have two hours before your first race. Please HURRY!"

everyone ran off to the two cabins.

Calvin dragged his duffle bag to his bed.

Hobbes followed.

"What have you got in there?" he asked.

Calvin grinned. "You must always be prepared, Hobbes, ol' buddy."

Calvin opened the duffle bag.

He pulled out; an umbrella over twenty comic books, candy, a map of Montana, candy, a dart gun, fourteen packages of water balloons, candy, a miniature CD player, headphones, CDs, candy, one of those Juice box products, candy, a mini DVD player, DVDs, another pair of headphones, tuna, and candy.

And just in case, Calvin drug a large cardboard box out from under the bed. It had TIME MACHINE, written in it.

Hobbes' eyes crossed. But Calvin didn't notice.

"Yup." he said. "I'm ready for anything."

Hobbes rolled his eyes. "You sure are." he said.

"Hey Calvin!" yelled one of the kids. "Stop talking to that stuffed animal, and get a move on!"

Calvin glared at him.

"Hobbes get him!" he yelled.

The small stuffed animal tilted to one side.

Calvin growled in frustration.

"HOBBES! GET HIM!"

no response came from the stuffed tiger's mouth.

Everyone in the boys cabin started to laugh.

Calvin clenched his knuckles. "Are going to get him or do I have to..." Calvin didn't finish, because at that very moment, the stuffed animal fell on top of him.

"AAA! TIGER ATTACK!" Calvin yelled. "GET OFF ME YOU SHOCKING FELINE!"

everyone was laughing and pointing as Calvin struggled with the toy that now lay on him.

But none of them knew that by the end of the week, laughing would be a thing of the past.