One lazy Sunday afternoon in an unnamed city in an unnamed state, Calvin and Hobbes were in their bedroom reading comics, having already eaten the chocolate cereal and watched all the cartoons on TV.
"Man, our lives are getting in a rut," Calvin moaned. "We need to do something else."
"Like what?"
"Well, over the past few weeks, we've been through a few crazy adventures."
"Oh yeah, the triathlon in Hawaii, the ski trip, the camping trip, yeah, we've done some. We've had our a-game goin'."
"Right. I think we need to do something new."
"Okay, we'll try reading two comics at once."
"Not that kind of new. I mean we need to go somewhere. We need another crazy adventure."
"Let's read about people having crazy adventures," Hobbes suggested. "It's safer."
"No way. Let's leave this house and have some fun!"
Calvin grabbed Hobbes' paw and pulled him off the bed. Hobbes landed on the floor with a loud THUD. Calvin tried to pull him behind him, but he wasn't having much luck.
"This is such a sad picture," Hobbes moaned, picking himself up. Calvin dangled from Hobbes' raised hand, his legs spinning rapidly. He felt a less amount of pressure in his legs and realized what he was doing.
"Put me down, fleabag."
"You have to let go."
Calvin did and landed on the floor. His legs were still spinning, and at high velocity, he shot out the door and down the stairs, smacking into the frontdoor with a WHACK.
"Ouch," he said with a muffled voice.
Hobbes simply walked down the stairs and towards him. He pulled a flyswatter out from behind him somehow, and he slowly sliced Calvin off like a pancake stuck to the ceiling.
"Well, that was stupid," Calvin said. "Now come on! Let's look for adventure!"
Hobbes decided that watching cartoons and reading comic books were starting to sound a little too routine, and so he started to walk back to the TV.
"Oh no ya don't!" Calvin said. "You're coming with me."
Hobbes finally relented and walked out the door with the short kid.
"This is going to be one long Sunday," he moaned.
One lazy Sunday afternoon on the end of the unnamed city of the unnamed state, Garfield, Odie and Jon Arbuckle were lounging on the sofa watching TV.
"These extreme sports are incredible!" declared Jon, pointing at the screen. "Sky surfing, mountain biking, bungee jumping…" He let a sly grin slide across his face. "I'll bet you could never do anything like that, Garfield!"
The tubby tabby scowled at his owner. "I'll bet I'd never want to do anything like that," he said.
Well, technically he didn't say it. He actually thought it. Cats can't talk, so he couldn't say that. He just thought it loudly.
"All they're doing is burning calories. I like activities that help you consume calories!"
"Arf!" Odie seconded.
Suddenly, a huge grin spread across Garfield's yellow mouth.
"Hey, wait a minute! That gives me an absolutely brilliant idea. Let's go, Odie!"
He grabbed the dumb blonde dog by the paw and dragged him away from the TV.
Garfield and Odie raced out the door and into Jon's garage, where he pulled some strange-looking items out of a cardboard box. He tossed out a rubber chicken, a spool, a wrench, a pair of fuzzy-dice, hockey sticks, an umbrella and a few frogs.
Finally, he found the objects of his desire.
"Here, Odie put these on," Garfield instructed
"Huh?" questioned Odie.
Moments later, the fat cat and drooling dog emerged from the garage dressed to kill—or at least maim—in crash helmets, gloves, and elbow, knee, and shoulder pads.
"We'll show that dweeby Jon," Garfield said. "Now we're ready for our own extreme sports—some games we can really sink our teeth into!"
Odie looked puzzled.
"I'll explain on the way. Just follow me."
"Woof!" Odie replied. He obediently followed his feline friend down the street.
Soon in the middle of the unnamed…well, you know what I mean by now. In the middle of this place, Calvin and Hobbes were walking down the street in the middle of the city.
"Where exactly are we?" Calvin asked.
"How should I know? This was your idea."
"Oh, well excuse me for trying to make our lives a little more exciting! Besides, there's always adventure in the city! We'll find some somewhere!"
As they rounded the corner, they smacked into someone.
Calvin and Hobbes landed flat on their backs. They rubbed their heads and looked up.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Calvin shouted at the two figures in front of them.
The two figures sat up, revealing to be none other than Garfield and Odie!
Calvin and Hobbes stared at the two. They instantly burst out laughing.
"What are they laughing at?" Garfield whispered.
Odie shrugged.
"Hobbes, look at this!" Calvin laughed. "These must be the dumbest animals on the planet! They're wearing crash outfits!"
"Man, I've heard of people dressing their pets, but this is just too funny!" Hobbes added.
"Hey, shut up!" Garfield ordered.
Calvin instantly stopped laughing and stared at Garfield.
"Wait, you can talk?"
Garfield stared at Calvin.
"You can hear me think?"
Calvin and Hobbes looked at each other and then back at Garfield.
"This can only mean one thing," Calvin decided. "I have special mind-reading powers for animals! I can read an animal's mind!"
"That or this is some sicko dream of yours," Hobbes said.
It was then that Garfield and Odie noticed Hobbes.
"Kid, do you know a talking tiger is right beside you?"
"Oh, yeah, this is Hobbes. He's my best friend."
"Well then, you have interesting taste in friends," Garfield decided. "Well, I'm Garfield, and this is Odie. He's got no brain, so don't be surprised if you hear elevator music while trying to read his nonexistent mind."
"Well, I'm Calvin and he's, as you know, Hobbes. We're searching for some adventure in the city. Know where we can find some?"
Garfield was about to reply, but a thought crossed his mind. Pets were only allowed in their destination if they were accompanied by an owner. If Calvin posed as their owner, he and Odie could make it in.
"I think I know where you can find some," he said slyly. "If you could just accompany me and Odie to a special place, you'll have all the extreme adventure you could dream of!"
A maniacal grin spread across Calvin's face, making Hobbes back away slowly.
"We'll take you there, and we can play a little extreme sports while we're there."
Calvin's grinned seemed to stretch across the street. "We're in."
"We are?" Hobbes asked.
"Come on," Garfield said.
He and Odie took the lead and walked ahead. Calvin eagerly followed. Hobbes took the tail, but he was a little worried. He had noticed a familiar look of mischievousness on the fat cat's face. Every time he saw that face, there was bound to be trouble.
And was he ever right!
KABOOM! Garfield and Odie burst through the doors of Le Grand Gourmet, the fanciest restraunt in town. Calvin and Hobbes slowly walked in behind them.
"So this is where Mom and Dad go whenever Rosalyn comes over," Calvin said.
"What have we done?" Hobbes groaned.
"Banzai!" cried Garfield. "Let the games begin!"
"Extreme dining?" Calvin cried. He was very angry. "There's nothing extreme about dining! It's just boring! There's too much atmosphere! Atmosphere isn't extreme! Sports are extreme!"
"Sports, schmorts," Garfield snorted. "Who needs that when we have all we need right here!" He hopped up on the table in the middle of the crowded restaurant, sending the well-dressed diners running for cover.
"Okay," Garfield continued. "Odie and me are one team, and you two are another. How about a game 'Breadstick Billiards'?" He picked up a long breadstick and aimed it at a plate of Swedish meatballs.
Calvin looked at Hobbes, who shrugged.
"Meatball in the corner pocket," announced the fat cat, using the breadstick as a pool cue and hitting the meaty morsels—SMACK! Meatballs flew everywhere and splattered everywhere. One ricocheted off a serving cart, and landed right in Garfield's mouth.
"A point for the boys back home!" Garfield yelled. He gave Odie a high four/three. Garfield only had four fingers and Odie only had three.
Calvin and Hobbes soon saw the fun in these games, and soon were throwing fish and lobsters at Garfield and Odie. Garfield and Odie retaliated by throwing mushrooms and yams.
The frightened customers of Le Grand Gourmet hid under their tables, watching a cat, a dog, and a kid throw food at each other. A stuffed tiger was at the boy's side.
Pierre, the restaurant's tuxedoed maitre d', rushed over to them, madly waving his arms. "Stop! Stop!" Pierre shouted. "You crazy creatures will ruin my restaurant! Besides, you don't even have a reservation!"
"Chill out," said Garfield, "or you won't get a good tip when we leave." He sprinkled some pepper in his paw and blew it at the angry maitre d'.
"Achoo! Achoo!" Pierre sneezed hard, stumbled backward, and sat down in a bowl of hot onion soup. "Yeowch!" He quickly ducked into the kitchen.
"Now that he's out of the way, on to our next event," said Garfield. "In this event, Hobbes and Odie will play 'Biscuitball'!"
Calvin groaned. "You always get to have all the fun!" he whined to Hobbes.
Hobbes simply pushed Calvin aside and faced the dopey dog standing in front of him. "Seems it's you and me, one-on-one—or in this case, one-on-dumb!"
Odie growled at Hobbes, who growled back, only twice as much. Odie backed away slowly.
Garfield tossed the biscuit in between them.
Odie's tongue shot out and grabbed it. Much to everyone's surprise, the tongue began to bounce the biscuit!
"I knew you could drool, Odie, but I didn't know you could dribble!" said Garfield.
But Odie's hoop dreams were swiftly shattered, as the tough tiger slapped the biscuit from Odie's tongue and began dribbling down the long table.
"You're no match for Doctor H!" declared Hobbes, breaking into a play-by-play description of the action.
"Hobbes gets the biscuit…he fakes left, then right, he shoots…he scores! And the crowd goes wild!" Hobbes exclaimed, as the biscuit splashed into a large gravy server. Hobbes then picked up the gravy-soaked morsel and jammed it into his mouth. "Gulp! Now that's what I call stuffing the ball! Score's one all!"
Odie let out a bone-rattling growl, picked up a fork between his teeth, and jumped to another table, ready to pounce on a think filet mignon steak.
"So you want to play a little 'Meat Hockey' now?" asked Calvin, plucking up his own fork and advancing toward the steak. He didn't notice his library card fall out of his pocket. It flew in the air and towards the kitchen doors, where a certain maitre d' picked it up.
"Two against two!" Calvin declared. Hobbes stood beside him and held a spatula.
Garfield and Odie held their own forks and grinned slyly.
Using the fork like a hockey stick, Garfield slid the filet off its plate and tossed it onto the slick waxed floor. Then he and Calvin jumped down and stood nose-to-nose over the beefy "puck".
"It's the face-off, short-stuff!" the "Great Garfsky" grunted, scooping up the steak with his makeshift hockey stick and gliding it across the floor.
Without warning, Calvin swung by with his fork, swiped the steak away from the cat, and quickly maneuvered it in the opposite direction. Skidding to a stop, Calvin took aim, and with a loud THWACK, sent the filet mignon hurtling through the air.
Garfield ran as fast as his tubby legs would carry him past flying filet, turned and jumped up. Hobbes, however, jumped up on his shoulders and caught it in his mouth with a loud "Gulp!"
"Another point for us!" Calvin said proudly.
"Grr!" Odie grumbled.
"That's enough out of you three little pests!" a voice yelled.
Calvin, Garfield and Odie looked up and saw the maitre d' running towards them with a large net. "Someone call the police!"
Calvin turned and ran.
"Call the pound!"
Garfield and Odie ran.
"Call a rug maker!"
Calvin grabbed the stuffed tiger.
"Looks like we're going to have to eat and run!"
Garfield and Odie hopped onto a serving cart and rolled quickly away, with Pierre in hot pursuit. They quickly scooped up Calvin and Hobbes as they careened from table to table. Calvin and Hobbes tried to steer, and Garfield and Odie gathered samples of the fancy food.
"Hey, Pierre!" shouted Garfield. "The gravy is a little runny at table six!"
"How can you care about food at a time like this?" Calvin shouted.
But the wild ride was cut short as the foursome rounded a table and collided head-on with a large metal salad bowl that had landed on the floor during the action.
KA-TONG! The force of the impact sent the salad sailing, and Calvin, Garfield, Hobbes and Odie tumbling head-over-wheels onto the floor onto the floor at three pairs of familiar feet.
They looked up and saw Jon Arbuckle, Mom and Dad glaring down at them.
Calvin was left stuttering. "But how did—?"
Pierre presented Calvin with his library card. It has Calvin's phone number on it.
"Oh, silly me," Calvin gulped. "I thought I'd thrown it away."
Garfield smacked Calvin over the head. "Idiot," he muttered.
"As for my being here," Jon said, "I had a rather good feeling where these two would be if they were gone for one hour."
"We just can't trust you to go anywhere," Mom growled at Calvin.
"Don't worry," Jon said. "I have a feeling Garfield had a lot to do with this. He's a very tricky cat."
"Never mind," Dad said. "Calvin's grounded either way. Calvin, grab your stuffed tiger and let's go home."
Garfield and Odie looked at Calvin and Hobbes. "Stuffed tiger?" Garfield asked.
"When I met Hobbes, Dad told me to stuff him." Then he came up with an idea. "Oh yeah, I can read Garfield's thoughts! I know what he thinks!"
"Yeah, sure," Dad said, rolling his eyes.
Jon, however, being his usual gullible self, believed him. "What's he thinking now?"
Calvin faced Garfield.
"He can't get a date, and whenever he can, it only lasts about a few minutes. I sometimes use him to boil eggs for seven minutes."
Calvin repeated what Garfield had thought.
Jon stood in amazement. "He's right! I can't get a decent date! My biggest problem in life is over! I have someone who can make my life easier!"
As Jon went on rambling about all the possibilities in life ahead and Mom and Dad talked to Pierre about paying for the damages, Calvin, Hobbes, Garfield and Odie snuck out the door.
"Thanks for the help," Calvin said.
"Yeah, but it looks as if we're shut out," Garfield said. "Unfortunately, we need to continue until one of us has seven points."
Odie whimpered.
"But it's not over yet…," the fat cat said with a sly grin.
KABOOM! Garfield and Odie burst through the doors of Le Grand Goodies, the fanciest bakery in town. Calvin ran in eagerly after them.
Hobbes paused at the door before running in and joining them.
"Here we go again," he sighed.
