Swing: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Stupid writer's block

"Calvin for the last time! Get down here for dinner."

no response came from Calvin's room.

"Dear, will you PLEASE go get him?" asked mom.

"Young man! You get down here right this minute!" dad yelled.

No response.

Dad narrowed his eyes, and stomped up to Calvin's room.

He threw the door open.

Calvin and Hobbes weren't there.

Dad looked under the bed, in the closet, and in his empty toy chest.

(Calvin never put his toys back into the chest, so it was empty.)

Calvin was in none of those places.

"Dear! I can't find him!"

mom rolled her eyes.

"Try the bathroom." she said.

Calvin wasn't in the bathroom.

"I saw him go upstairs!" said mom. "He went into his room! I saw him!"

dad scratched his head in confusion.

"I just can't find him." he said.

Mom started to panic.

Oola stared at Calvin.

He was very suspicious of him and Hobbes.

But his gaze tore from C and H as Bill offered him some sausage.

He stared at Bill.

"I do not care for your stupid breakfast!" He hissed.

Bill shrugged, and continued with his meal.

Oola turned back to Calvin and Hobbes.

They weren't there.

Calvin and Hobbes were racing up to The Baudelaire's room.

Calvin won.

"Hi!" Calvin said bursting into the room.

Violet Shot up in bed.

Klaus rolled over onto the floor.

And Sunny jumped in surprise.

"I heard about your trouble with those two kids called... what were they called again, Hobbes?"

Hobbes walked up into the room.

"Good morning." He said.

"yeah, yeah, cut the chitter chatter! What were those kids called?"

"They were called Iadora and Duncun." said Hobbes.

At the mention of the Quidmire triplets, Calvin and Hobbes got the Baudelaires' full and undivided attention.

"Did you find anything out about their where they are?" asked Klaus.

"Nope." said Calvin. "I just heard about it."

The Baudelaires sank back into their beds in disappointment.

Just then, Oola burst into their room.

Calvin, Hobbes, and the Baudelaires spun around.

"I know that you two are up to something!" he snarled at Calvin and Hobbes. "And I'm going to find out what it is!"

Calvin and Hobbes' eyes were as wide as saucers as Oola left.

"Gad!" yelled Calvin. "What an ugly count!"

Hobbes slapped a paw over his mouth, and hissed, "ssssshhhh! He's probably still listening!"

Sure enough, Oola's eye showed in the key hole.

That eye was fixed on Calvin and Hobbes, like a cobra would fix it's eyes on a snake charmer.

"Come on, Boob-il-a-sores! There's work to do!"

yelled Bill, later that day.

Calvin groaned as Bill went into his chicken food speech.

"If ya take a two by four, and divide eleventy-eleven, ya'll get the square route of chicken saliva, divided by forty-ten, and add the letters after Z"

Oola quietly observed as Bill tossed chicken food into the chicken's deranged faces, shoved a handful of alfalfa hay into a horse's mouth, and slammed his pigs into their food tray.

Bill seemed mighty proud of himself.

Even though the roosters had nearly tore his ears off, and the horse had almost bit his arm in two, and that the half of the pig's body that was sticking out of the food nearly kicked his head like a football.

Bill marched up to Calvin and said. "little baby babble-hair, someday you'll be able to take care of these precious creatures just like your uncle Bill!"

Calvin stared at the half mad rooster, the deranged horse, and disturbed pigs.

"Man, I hope Oola kills YOU off, fast!" he said.

"dawwww!" cooed Bill. "Isn't Baby bumblebee-air CUTE?"

Before Calvin could jump Bill, Hobbes pulled him away.

Just then Calvin noticed something.

His eyes widened in fear.

He couldn't believe it.

Hobbes noticed.

"Calvin, what is it?" he asked.

Calvin turned to Hobbes, terror-stricken, and said "Oola is GONE!"