Calvin groused for a while, but then went into his room. Hobbes followed. The two sat in Calvin's room, thinking about what to do to prevent Rosalyn from tyrannizing them over the weekend.

"This is stupid!" Calvin said, plopping on his bed face up. "Why did Rosalyn have to come in and ruin our summer?"

"I think she's doing it for the money!" Hobbes said. "It's a bonus for making you miserable!"

Calvin sat up and gave Hobbes a menacing face. "We're taking her down…" he said slowly. He got up out of his bed and went downstairs. He saw Rosalyn in the kitchen, talking to her boyfriend, Charlie, on the phone.

Calvin snuck into Rosalyn's purse and took out all the money she had in it. He then found the bag with all her clothes in it, and just as he was taking them out to hide them, Rosalyn appeared from behind him.

"Ah ha!" she said. "Two minutes. That's a record for you, isn't it? You haven't tried to steal anything from me until at least six minutes passed. Well, I'm ready for you now, you little drip!"

Saying this, Rosalyn grabbed her things and took them upstairs. She put them in the room she would be sleeping in, and then put a lock on the door so Calvin couldn't open it and take her things again.

Calvin grumbled at this, knowing that he couldn't tear any of Rosalyn's clothes to shreds, or take any of her money. Hobbes saw that Calvin clearly wasn't very happy about it.

"Come on," said Hobbes. "Since when has one little thing prevented you from making Rosalyn's job a living nightmare?"

"I know," Calvin said. "I'm not letting it stop me from ruining her time here. It's just that she knows I'm going to be up to something, and she knows what I'm capable of doing. She'll be prepared for pretty much anything."

"Oh, I doubt that," Hobbes said. "I'm sure you can still find something to do that will make Rosalyn hate you even more than she already does. Just think…what do you do that your mom absolutely despises?"

"Well," Calvin started. "She hates how I always track mud into the house after playing outside. But Rosalyn won't mind that."

"Yeah, she will," Hobbes said. "You know why? She's going to be the one who has to pick it up."

Calvin started grinning. He ran outside and started picking up all the dirt he could on his sneakers. He ran back into the house after he collected enough dirt and started jumping up and down on the ground.

"What are you doing?" he heard Rosalyn call. She came out of the kitchen and saw the mess of dirt Calvin made. "Calvin!" she yelled. "Why'd you just make this mess!"

"You'd better clean it up, Roz," Calvin said in a smart-aleck tone. "You wouldn't want mom and dad to know that you didn't do a good job picking up after me, would you?"

Rosalyn groaned. After about ten minutes, she got all the dirt up. Just as Calvin was ready to go out and get more dirt for Rosalyn to clean up, he realized that his shoes went missing after he took them off.

Calvin looked around, but then heard Rosalyn say "Looking for your shoes? I have them, you're not making any more messes with them."

Calvin groaned. He was upset that there were no more ways he would make Rosalyn have to pick up after him. Calvin was retreating back to his room, until he saw something interesting on the footstool in the living room. Sitting there was a rated R movie that Rosalyn brought with her to entertain herself when she was bored.

Forty minutes later, Rosalyn was fixing herself some dinner. She just got some frozen spaghetti and made a plate of fries to go with it. Calvin walked into the kitchen as she was sitting down, and instantly got angry.

"Hey!" he yelled. "You're making yourself dinner but you didn't make any for me? What kind of babysitter are you?"

"You never asked for anything!" Rosalyn said. "I'll make you some dinner after I finish with mine."

Saying this, Rosalyn picked up her fork and was ready to start eating, until the phone rang. Rosalyn groaned, but then went to pick it up. Her exasperation went away when she realized who it was on the phone.

"Hello?" she said, picking up the phone. "Oh, hi Charlie, how are you?…I'm good, just babysitting the twerp again…yeah, he tried tracking dirt in the house for me to clean up. I hid his shoes so he wouldn't do it again…yeah, it is pretty smart, isn't it?"

Rosalyn got wrapped up in her conversation, and Calvin took full advantage of it. When Rosalyn had her back turned, Calvin ran up to the table and grabbed the salt shaker. He started unscrewing the lid, until it was completely off. He then placed it back on, but didn't screw it back on. He instantly ran back to the entrance to the kitchen, the spot he was before Rosalyn went to pick up the phone.

"So yeah, that sounds good…" continued Rosalyn. "All right, we can go to a movie after I finish babysitting this little nightmare…I love you, too. Bye, Charlie."

Rosalyn hung up the phone, and then went back to the table to resume her dinner. She picked up the salt shaker to put some salt on her fries, but due to Calvin's tampering, the lid came off and the entire container of salt fell in one massive pile on Rosalyn's fries.

Calvin started cracking up, leaving Rosalyn furious. "I'll get you, you little drip!" she yelled. "Fine! You're not getting any dinner! None! Not until you apologize!"

"Me? Apologize to you?" Calvin said, laughing. "As if!" Saying this, he ran off, with Rosalyn ready to kick him.

Calvin went into his room and started laughing. Hobbes came up to him and asked what happened.

"Oh, you just missed Rosalyn's hilarious reaction when I unscrewed the salt shaker and salt poured all over her fries."

Hobbes started laughing at the thought. "Man, did she hit you?"

"Of course not," Calvin said. "She didn't have the guts. She would have had to suffer serious consequences if she physically hurt me. My parents would take her to court and sue her for a million bajillion dollars!"

Hobbes rolled his eyes, and said "Anyway, how did your other plan work?"

"My other plan?" Calvin asked, confused.

"WHAT! BLUE'S CLUES!" Rosalyn raged downstairs.

"Oh, that other plan," Calvin said, snickering. "Yes, that one worked as well."

Calvin had managed to take the movie Rosalyn rented for the weekend to watch when Calvin was asleep. When Rosalyn wasn't looking, he put it in the VCR and taped Blue's Clues over it. Now, not only would Rosalyn have a tape with a show she absolutely despised, but she also had to pay for the tape itself, now that no one else could rent it.

Rosalyn ran upstairs and started screaming at Calvin. "Don't EVER lay your greasy hands on any of my things again! Your parents are going to be the ones paying for that tape, not me!"

Rosalyn left the room and slammed the door behind her.

"Your parents are going to be the ones paying for the tape, not me," Calvin said in a mocking tone. He then started rolling on the floor with laughter. Hobbes started laughing at Calvin's goofy impression of Rosalyn as well.

"Hey, do you know what the best part is?" Hobbes asked. "There's still two more days. We still get to torture Rosalyn for two more days!"

"Hey, you're right!" Calvin said. "Come on, let's brainstorm on more ways to bug her for tomorrow!"